𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐞𝐥

exactly. “well, if you’re offering..” her voice trails off. fingers move to grab the glass of whisky, casually. her blue eyes stay locked with his.

of course. any other kind bores her. “what are you drinking?” the flutter of eyelashes, clearly— she doesn’t care that staring is considered rude.

naughty. sliding into the stool beside him.

should he even be at the bar?

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀preying on older ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀men at the bar, ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀again. * 😇 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

need to be [redacted] and [redacted] until I [redacted]

trouble with a pretty smile.

* 😇

sexualize that old man summer