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“ ‘F that’s th’end a th’world then ‘ve got some REAL nasty news fer anyone who don’ believe in LOVE at all. I can tell ya that much.”

THE COMMENT is offhanded, his hands to work trying to mix a few drinks for himself to situate himself for the next couple of hours so he doesn’t have to worry about hopping back behind the bar again later ( heaven knows if he tries again it won’t be this easy all things considered ). A brow furrowed comes as he glances over at the weeping bartender before he shakes his head.

“Christ y’d think someone fuckin’ died.”

              ❛  ─ AHH, YES, LOVE… always seems great in theory. until it’s not.  ❜  he mutters into his glass. the ONLY THING love had done for him in the past, was nearly get him KILLED, so to say that he was a cynic would be putting it mildly.  ❛  to each their own, right?  ❜  it was at that moment, that the puffy-eyed bartender walked back into the room, clearly out of it ; which earns a snort from the wolf all things considered.  ❛  ─ gorgeous, if you’d been about two minutes quicker. i’m good…  ❜  he states when she moved to fill up the glass.