Re: Mary + Patrick + Dylan
[Bar wasn't just a sex place. It was a sex place, hookers worked the bar because it was easy fucking pickings but Dylan went in with the buzz real loud in his ears and looking for nothing in particular to drown it. Coulda been a pick-up or something else but he itched like his skin was two sizes too small and he ordered a beer and a shot at the same time until some chick slid in beside him with a proposition that was cheap as shit.
He looked at the entrances and the exits. There was carelessness but Dylan didn't have careless running in him, tension rode his back like he coulda been under fire. He shrugged off the touch to his shoulder, and he sank the shot and ordered another. His face was clean-shaven but hard lines and there was nothing chill as shit about him. Another guy nudged in close by to order and it took up space. Dylan's space, real fucking obvious it was Dylan's space and he shoved back with his elbow, hard.]