𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙.

He held his hands up in defense of himself for a moment, a small amused smirk on his lips. "Hey, if you hate it that's too bad 'cause there's not many places to get some shots around here." He said, opening the door for the other male.

"Hey now, don't run me dry. I don't have an endless bank account working behind a desk." He said, following behind the male into the bar and getting himself a seat on one of the stools. "What's your drink of choice?"

He chuckled slightly at that, shaking his head once more. "Tip me? Hah, that's a great joke. Maybe in another universe." He said before waving over the bartender and asking for a bottle of beer for himself and two shots of whiskey.

He nodded when Rick asked if he was going to be alright, clearing his throat for a moment. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I'm just not an avid whiskey drinker, more of a brandy or rum type of guy." He said. He's definitely downed a few drinks before, but he wasn't a regular drinker.

Good morning~

sᴏᴍᴇᴅᴀʏs ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʟɪғᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪғ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ 𝙠𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙮

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𝙏𝙤𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚~

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙭.

"The STARS team is up at the mansion, I haven't heard anyone on the radio in a while... We've gotta go check on them." He said. He was panicking but doing his best not to show it, quickly making his way towards the weapons locker to get the two of then geared up.

"Yeah, I can fuckin' tell. I don't know how you do it, but keep doing that." He said, pulling one of the bulletproof vests over his head and fastening it around himself, tightening it as needed. He then grabs a pistol, sticking it in his waist belt and then grabbing a shotgun.

// Locking this account. Got too many bots following me

// DBH RP IS STILL A THING?! I wonder if I can get into my Markus.

48 hours into my 24 hour shift.

He's listening to music, feet propped up on the front desk. Dare he say it's going to be another slow night?