“Thanks, boss.” Tristan looked over at the owner of the bar with a grin, leaning against the counter as he rolled a cigarette in the first quiet minute he’d gotten that night. Luckily, his rolling skills were well refined, as he soon had to turn his attention back to his customers. “I like it when it’s busy. Makes the time go faster.” He turned to face his boss, leaning in a little closer to him. His voice was a low purr as he spoke. “Of course, so does havin’ company like you. Tell me, do you ‘ave any plans for after we close tonight?”
Peter gave a little growl, smirking. “Still trying, huh?” he teased. With a low laugh, he reached to rush his hand along Tristan’s hip. “I guess you’ll have to wait and find out then, won’t you?” he teased. “Maybe if you’re good, I’ll take you up.” He smirked as he turned to continue helping patrons, mixing drinks and washing glasses as he needed to, but always keeping an eye on where Tristan was.
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