// and all my flowers grew back as thorns //
This morning had been a breeze – and right in time, honestly. Having finished up with a client and subsequently vanished to get all cleaned up and ready for tonight, he’d wanted to ensure it was perfect. You see, line dancing was a thing that did occur fairly often at the House of Midnight. And Thorn, despite everything else he could do, had never once learned how to do it. So the offer from Colt when it comes is a welcome one, one that has him looking forward to her arrival.
Sat at the bar with a drink that is alcoholic, given that he isn’t working tonight, he’s downed half of it when his name is shouted and he perks up from the other end, peering around the bartender’s broad body as if it had blocked his view of her completely. Which, honestly it had, as he sees her sat on the opposite side.
So he plucks his drink up and makes his way to sit beside her, flashing her his usual charming grin. He’s dressed up a little as well, though unsure what to wear he’d opted for his usual flowing clothing – a relatively sheer turtleneck with specks of glittery metallics, letting each and every tattoo on his revealed skin be seen. The rest is paired with dark jeans and boots and quite a bit of jewelry adorning his knuckles and ears. “He’s a bit big, didn’t see ya over his big ass shoulders.” Looking back to the bartender – whom he has ongoing flirty coworker beef with – he sticks his pierced tongue out at him. The bartender rolls his eyes in exasperation before giving the blanco shot to Colt with a low rumble of if he annoys ya feel free to kick his ass for me.
Sat at the bar with a drink that is alcoholic, given that he isn’t working tonight, he’s downed half of it when his name is shouted and he perks up from the other end, peering around the bartender’s broad body as if it had blocked his view of her completely. Which, honestly it had, as he sees her sat on the opposite side.
So he plucks his drink up and makes his way to sit beside her, flashing her his usual charming grin. He’s dressed up a little as well, though unsure what to wear he’d opted for his usual flowing clothing – a relatively sheer turtleneck with specks of glittery metallics, letting each and every tattoo on his revealed skin be seen. The rest is paired with dark jeans and boots and quite a bit of jewelry adorning his knuckles and ears. “He’s a bit big, didn’t see ya over his big ass shoulders.” Looking back to the bartender – whom he has ongoing flirty coworker beef with – he sticks his pierced tongue out at him. The bartender rolls his eyes in exasperation before giving the blanco shot to Colt with a low rumble of if he annoys ya feel free to kick his ass for me.
THORN
