“well, you know me,” evie says with a soft smirk, elbows leaning on the counter again. eyes gleam in the dim light as she looks at him. “i could always help, ya know. i’m good at stuff.”
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ryder watches her attentively, unable to help that short, amused cackle forcing its way out. “ curiosity killed the cat, evie. ” he smirks. “ lotta' work, feelin' lazy. ”
evie’s grabbing her stool and dragging it closer so she can sit ; her own drink grabbed from under the bar. “yeah? what’s so rough about it?” she wonders, a sip taken of her drink.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“ so a regular day in this shit'ole. ” he chuckles. keeping his gaze on hers, he takes a hefty swig of his drink and sets the glass back on the counter with a quiet 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘱. “ usual. nothin's up, just a rough week. ”
“oh, y’know. had my ass slapped twice, broke up one bar fight and sold probably a hundred bud lights in the hour i’ve been here.”
she’s smirking, elbows leaning on the bar. “but it’s slowing down. what’s up with you, hm?”
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𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐫—𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 ——— descriptive &&. independent portrayal of an original character crafted for small town / SOA / fandomless verse. mun &&. muse are of age ; minors DO NOT interact.
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