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Deviation Spotlight
- Apr 12
- United States
- Deviant for 8 years
- He / Him
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male/19/homosexual
occupation: bottle service boy (illegally)
relationship status: ready for flings
height: 5'6
personality: bratty, humorous, trust issues, loud
voice claim: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y8j6vW…
Response time: quick
mental: drinking and laughing until everything feels okay
occupation: bottle service boy (illegally)
relationship status: ready for flings
height: 5'6
personality: bratty, humorous, trust issues, loud
voice claim: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y8j6vW…
Response time: quick
mental: drinking and laughing until everything feels okay
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Hackett's blue and frustrated eyes gazed down at his phone, fingers rapidly tapping at the screen. This was so not fucking cool. Not only did he not even want to be here in the first place, but his good-for-nothing-douchebag friends thought it'd be awesome to bag a few chicks and just ditch him the first moment they could. He felt deserted in this stupid bar and he had no way home.
A sigh escaped his lips, and he pocketed his cell with a grumble. He was stuck here, and he sure as hell didn't have enough money in hand for a taxi or anything. This was just dandy.
He stood up from his booth, blowing strands of brown hair out of his eyes. Well, if he was going to be stuck here, he might as well blow the cash he did have until one of his friends were sympathetic enough to pick his ass up. He strode to the front, frowning at all the drunks in his way.
Once he reached the counter, Hackett slapped a twenty on the counter and shoved it towards the pink-haired bottle boy. "Oi, you have any good cheap wine? Or anything that I can get with this that doesn't taste like complete rubbish?" His voice was indifferent, his heavy British accent hardly audible over the sounds of music and the drunken people's chatter around them.
((you're fine no worries))
Isao studied the boy carefully, before a smile crept onto his lips. He placed his hand on the twenty and leaned towards him. "Typically I don't do this, but you seem down on your luck so I'll get you my absolute favorite drink and I'll even listen to your troubles. How does that sound?"
Hackett blinked a few times, before a small smile fit on his lips and he nodded thankfully. "That sounds wonderful, love, thank you." He replied, his tone softening a bit at the other's random hospitality. He let go of the twenty with a nod, sitting down on one of the barstools with a small sigh. "I warn you now, my troubles aren't anything particularly interesting."
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