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Bored Bartender

🍸 🎺 ♏ ~ Romeo shined the shot glasses as he watched the people around him partying and having fun. A sigh left his mouth as he reminisced about the days when he would party like that. It wasn’t really that long ago, but it felt like it was. A year ago he’d be one of the people out there dancing until he was sweating through his shirt, and still being one of the sexiest people on the dancefloor.

Putting down one of the shot glasses a little too angrily, he could feel glass enter his hand. “Fuck,” he muttered to himself under his breath. Picking the glass out of his hand, he threw the glass in the disposal bin. Seeing someone sit at the bar he muttered, “I’ll be with you soon.” He grabbed the first aid box and headed to the bathroom to patch up his hand.

“Fucking hell. Why did I choose this fucking job,” he mumbled to himself. He didn’t make an easy choice, though. He knew he was an alcoholic, yet he took the job anyway. It would help him get over his addiction. Sighing again he came out of the bathroom and placed the box back. Walking over to the customer at the bar he asked, “What’ll it be?”

Two Alcoholics

@astriiis

🍸 🎺 ♏ Shining a glass behind a counter, the male looked out at all the people dancing. How he wished he could be one of those sweaty moving bodies, not having to think about any responsibilities. But, he had to avoid his mother and had to help take care of Marvel. He couldn’t come home shitfaced with a child in the house, that and Moxee would kill him.

As he put away the glass, he saw someone was actually at his bar, which had been pretty empty other than the waitresses asking for more drinks every hour or so. The waitresses did a good job of keeping him somewhat busy, he just wished they wouldn’t flirt with him because he needed to keep his hypersexuality under control.

Putting his attention to the man that sat at the counter, he walked over and asked, “You looking for something to drink or just over here to rest your feet?” He didn’t always want to assume they were heavy drinkers, but with the way he was sitting he could tell this person did enjoy a drink every once and awhile.

Falling For Fear

@amor-ai

🍸 🎺 ♏ Ambling down the street, a cigarette in his mouth, the male had glazed over eyes. A rumbling in his stomach made him feel some sort of anxiety? He only felt this when... she was around. Looking around, he saw that haircut. Hair standing on end, he went into a primal mode and jumped behind a bush. Well, he thought it was a bush.

Tumbling down a hill, he was scratched by twigs and rocks. Thinking more about speed and getting away from that vial being, he didn’t think of protecting himself from the barrage of pain. Finally hitting the bottom of the hill, he was breathing heavily, his eyes dilated. A leaf stuck in his hair as the sweat stuck his bangs to his forehead. Gazing up at the top of the hill, he didn’t see anyone approach.

“It couldn’t have been her,” Romeo muttered to himself. Be rational, it was most likely a woman with the same haircut. It’s a common one. The body type wasn’t even correct. Dammit, he thought to himself. Annoyance pulled at his heart as he looked at his dirty clothes and the scrapes he had. Letting out a sigh, he picked himself up, lighting a new cigarette.

Clubbing Killers

@seiikiranna

🍸 🎺 ♏ Dancing to the beat of the music, the sweat laced its way down his skin. The cerulean-eyed male had his eyes closed but he didn’t need to see to not bump into anyone. If he did bump into anyone, they normally would dance with him, grinding against each other. It felt like ecstasy.

Listening to the music, he adored the DJ. It was as if he played all the right music for his mood. He couldn’t help but eye-fuck the other when on the dancefloor, keeping his eyes on him, hoping to catch his eyes as well. If he could fuck the DJ tonight he could call it successful. Needing a quick drink, he ran to the bar and ordered a couple shots, slamming all of them in seconds and speeding back to the scene.

Mistaken Stalker

@oshikakei

🍸 🎺 ♏ Making sure his gaze was forward, Romeo’s shoulders were uncharacteristically forward, making him looked somewhat hunched. He didn’t look as confident as he usually did. No, someone had been following him. Why would he be his confident self if he could scare the one following him? If I’m correct, I saw it was a male. Well, he may not have an issue with this then, he thought to himself.

Walking into the bathroom, it was conveniently empty. The brunette stood at the corner where there was a bend that led to the actual facility. He was ready for the other to walk in and take him by complete surprise. Hearing the door open, he waited a split second before walking into the other until his back was pressed against the wall. Putting a firm hand right by the other’s ear, he asked, “So, is there a reason you’ve been following me?”

Artist and Model

@lilly-patrick

🍸 🎺 ♏ Itching his neck, Romeo let out a small huff as he waited for the model to get to the class. The canvas in front of him was void of any marks and hopefully, he’ll be able to make something that could be called art. The last thing he wanted to make though was something that could be called ‘abstract art’. Death would be better than drawing something that a child could make. Staying at the back of the class, a small sigh left his lips as lips when he heard the door open. He didn’t look up, even though he heard the person leading the session saying the model was there. Oh joy, he thought.

Runaway

@give-a-mutt-a-bone

🍸 🎺 ♏ It’s late and the male is actually drunk. A rare occurrence since he had such a high alcohol tolerance. Sure, he got buzzed almost every time he went out drinking, but it was a fun time when he actually could feel himself getting tipsy. Romeo decided to leave the bar and go back to his apartment to get some food. All the bars this late at night seemed to make everything so expensive, at least that’s how he saw it in his enibriated state. Food in his house was basically free now since he’s already paid for it. That’s how it works right?

“So ready for some pizza,” he hummed to himself as he walked down the sidewalk. As he did so, he hiccupped a little aggresively and fell on his ass. Laughing he tried leaning on the balls on his hands and slipped... down a hill. Smart boy he is when he’s drunk.

Tumbling down the incline, he settled at the bottom, which happened to be under a bridge. Laughing his ass off like a fool, he had messed up hair and a bit of mud on his jeans. Aesthetic. Trying to get a hold of his surroundings, he saw someone and waved to them, “Hey!”