Continuation from fagsona thread

[bleedingeffect]

The other patrons seemed to be just as drunk to notice or care, which Desmond noted with a small feeling of relief. It's not like it was uncommon, anyway, and he had no one to prove himself to as it was. (Except maybe the waitress, who constantly teased him that he he needed a girlfriend.)

"So, eleven," he reminded Shaun. "And don't forget your tab before we go, pal."

Though Desmond had half a mind to make the asshole who ruined his wingman plan pay for Shaun's tab, it'd probably get him fired. He could pay for the girls' drinks, though...

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[shaunhastings]

"Yes, yes, I'm not cheap," Shaun protested, conjuring up his wallet from his pocket. He filed through a stack of bills, counting out the amount he owed. Strangely, cash seemed to be the only thing he had on him aside from a phone and a passport.

"Here," Shaun extended a few bills to Desmond. "And there's enough in there for gas."