Cressida ‘Cress’ Adams.
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“ we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it “
A pale hand carefully lifted the refilled glass once more, bringing it up to his lips for yet another sip. He was definitely starting to feel the buzz already
“ y’know gray, you seem really cool. I really look forward to hangin’ +
“exactly.” gray replied with a nod and a smirk. they leaned forward a bit, arms resting on the countertop as they gazed at dorian, smirk turning into a smile.
More laughter leaves Dorian’s lips as he nodded in agreement with the other, grin still plastered on his face
“ very true. Ain’t a problem right now, so why worry about it now. I can deal with it later “
Anytime he said that, he ate his words when ‘later’ finally came. He +
“yeahhh imma have to put in a new order for those when we close up….thats gonna suck.” they said with a snort and a head shake. they then nodded and grabbed the glass. “on it…and hey, it’s worth it if you’re enjoying yourself, right?” they asked with a smirk, +
“ ah, that’s true. It can definitely be funny… minus the losin’ glasses part “
The vampire snorted, nodding his head soon afterwards
“ yeah, I’ll have some more. Might regret it in the morning but oh well”
He added with a chuckle
+ see a taller figure approaching. they raised a brow as they saw, slowly opening the bar door. “you coming in?” they softly asked, pointing towards the entrance.
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gray was on the tail end of their break, smoking a cigarette outside of the bar. they checked the time on their phone before sighing, shoving their phone back in their pocket. don’t get them wrong, they loved working at the bar. +
+ they’ve worked here since they were 18 (somehow-) and have loved it ever since. but some nights were rougher than others…especially with being up most nights.
they flicked their cigarette to the ground and put it out before their heterochromic eyes drifted over to +
Spirit.
Definition; the nonphysical part of a person which is the seat of emotions and character; the soul.
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“it can be funny sometimes honestly. well…when you’re used to it.” they let out a laugh before noticing the glass was empty. “you want more?” they asked, meeting his gaze again with a smirk and a raised brow.
“ damn, the same two guys?? Fuckin’ hell, that’s gotta be the biggest pain in the ass…”
He shook his head, exhaling a gentle sigh of his own before he drank the rest of the whiskey in his glass
“ah its alright, i’m pretty used to it by now. those two cause a scene almost every night…” they sighed, looking over as their coworker started cleaning up the glass. “well…now we’re one glass shorter.” they said with a snort, looking at dorian with a smirk.
Dorian watched as gray broke up the fight, kicking the guys out of the building as his eyes were wide for just a moment. Once gray returned, his look softened once more
“ don’t worry about it, mate. You’re fine. I’m sorry you have to put up with that shit…”
He replied gently +
once they fight was broken up, gray shoved one of the guys out the door, his coworker shoving the other one out. “if you’re gonna fight, keep outside! and stop breaking our glasses or imma make you pay for ‘em!” they hissed out the door before walking back behind the bar. +
His smile immediately dropped, flinching at the sudden noise nearby. He cringed, looking over in the direction of the commotion before looking back at gray with a nod
“ shit..- alright, i’ll be here”
He honestly felt bad that gray had to deal with dumbfuckery like that +
“awesome.” they said happily, a gleam to their heterochromic eyes. there then was a sound of glass shattering, making them flinch slightly and look over with widened eyes. “oh god/dammit/ guys! that’s the fifth fucking glass you’ve broken!” they hissed before quickly looking +
“ perfect! I definitely will”
He replied, grinning once more as he carefully took the napkin, reading the number before putting it in his pocket so he wouldn’t lose it
“i’d love that!” gray happily said with a nod. “here…hold on.” they said, grabbing a napkin and a pen, writing down their number and sliding it to him, smiling at him. “gimme a call or a text sometime.” they said gently.
“ I usually do shows on fridays and during weekends unless i’m tourin’. I’d love to have ya at one of my next ones “
Dorian beamed with happiness and excitement, drinking more of his whiskey. He really enjoyed gray’s company already