𝐻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇

if i cannot be wanted， i will be needed. and if i cannot be needed， let me be used until there's nothing left of me.

“ i’m washing my hands. ” he said casually like he was being truthful, walking to the sink where he started to run the tap, his hands moving under the running water.

he gave it a few minutes before he downed the remaining of his drink, heading over to the bathroom himself as he entered. he walked to the sink, washing his hands.

ilya continued to glare, not liking the action at all but also knowing he has no rights to even complain. instead, he just watched closely, drinking his vodka which lost all its best flavour.

💬 › you fucking wish, ‘ jane ’ he looked back up, watching the bartender closely all whilst trying not to be too obvious about it.

💬 › i’m sure that bartender doesn’t have a 9 inch.

💬 › or what, hollander ?

💬 › tempted by the wait, but i don’t think i can.

💬 › you’re boring. short pause. 💬 › but i like your boring. its good boring.