Gimme you

(Raises a brow) Really? So one of these lucky men will be taking you home tonight? Using my pub as your pick up spot?

(Chuckles) We’ve got plenty of that here. (He chugs the rest of his whiskey.) Can’t guarantee any of the fellas will be any good.

(He refills his glass with a chuckle) Love, my clientele are hard workers who need to let off steam, or are running from their wives, or doing criminal activity. And me? If I wanted you, I’d already have you. (He winks and chugs down his drink)

More humble? Why should I be?

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ❦ for a detailed starter ↻ & ❦ for gif starter DMs are always open for plotting.

Maybe, I don’t want to be. (Winks as he moves out from behind the bar and greets some of his regulars. He walks over to his usual table in the back corner where his cigar was waiting.)

(Liam takes his seat with a sigh. He cuts his cigar, lights it and means back slightly in his chair. He knew she was watching him, but he didn’t care. He only cared about his cigar, drink, and no fights breaking out in his bar.)

(Every now and then Liam would glance over and see she was still watching him. When he got halfway through his cigar, he heard a glass crash on the floor. Quickly looking over to his left, he saw two drunk idiots start yelling and then one of them throws a punch) Fuck…

Much needed coffee this morning.