EZRA
Oh, no, but he's a sulky one, and where's the fun in that? He's also drunk as fuck, so you figure you'll give him something light, a little bit of a Virgin Mary to keep him from passing out on your bar. You do it all with impressive aplomb: the lime wedge, the ice, the orange juice, the simple syrup you've put in a vodka bottle (an old and useful trick). It is what some might call a girly drink, but boy if you haven't met some girls who could drink any hardass under the table."On the house, love," you croon at the man, sliding the glass toward him, raising an eyebrow at your own joke.
Leaning back onto the bar, you tilt your head, smiling winningly up at the taller man. "It's Ezra, darling. I'm a bit new here - still finding my feet." Long lashes flutter over your eyes. "You, though, I've definitely seen before. Hard to miss such a handsome fellow in a place like this. Tell me, is there a name to go with that face, or should I just keep calling you 'Tall, Dark, and Stormy?'"
I like it when you take control
Even if you know that you don't
Even if you know that you don't
