bsumone | ❝ spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild things ❞

"The one I came with passed out in the room."

Passed out from a very good time really but this was one incubus who wasn't about to just say that this was his own fault. Absolutely not. Instead he just pouted a little because his what was he to do now that his company was passed out? Clearly get help! That was a convenient excuse for it.

"Could you get someone to call him a cab? Please?"

That way he wouldn't have to keep looking at him...

Another day, another passed-out guy in the booth. Though, how much had he served that room? He doesn't think he brought anything more than a beer and a frozen pumpkin spice. Oh well, some people are more sensitive than others.

Lark blinks a few times as another server shows up to help with the crowd rush before nodding slowly. He hands the check-in tablet to one of the bartenders and fishes his own phone out of his pocket to look up the best cab service (no way was he going to call for one on his personal taxi app!).

"Is he okay?" as he copies the phone number before handing the ringing cell to the stranger.

Oh he'd be fine. The fact that he'd fall in love and keep bothering Tiras? That was another matter entirely that he'd deal with later. But in this exact moment...

"I think so? He was breathing and it looks like he's sleeping."

Fully passed out but not the point. "Thank you so much."

Calling for a cab, he continued his sweet little act and the service was quick to send someone over. Handing the phone back, he pouted a little. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I didn't know he couldn't handle his alcohol."

"It happens!" Lark shrugs and chuckles lightly, glad to have gotten the customer out safely. He pockets his phone and pulls up the work tablet once more.

"I hate to do this to you, but will you be taking care of the bill for your room?" He is still, after all, on the clock. He turns the tablet around to show them the fees.

"The bill?"

He leaned forward to look at the fee. Was that a lot of money? He truly didn't know given how wealthy he was. But he also most certainly hadn't brought money with him. That was what that idiot had been for.

"I don't have money. He told me I didn't need it."

Something like that anyway.

Lark sighs. This isn't the first time someone's tried to walk away without paying. "Well, you owe about two hundred for the time in the room and drinks," he elaborates. "We need this paid one way or the other."

They still have the fellow's ID stored in their box under the counter. If anything, they can track him down and call him for payment. Hopefully he can get the payment out of his date without having to ask for one of the bartenders to stand up for him.

"Two hundred?"

Oh was that supposed to be a lot? Ugh. Human currency was so tiresome to keep up with. The way this one was talking it had to be so it was easy enough to just act like it was. Like he wouldn't know where to get the money for it at all. Never mind that he practically sneezed that to get 'take out' using online dating apps.

"Is there something I can do? I really don't have the money," he lowered his gaze and hugged himself.

Lark sighs again, already tired. There aren't enough spoons in a day for this.

"If you could give me his phone number so I can follow up with him in the morning," he finally suggests, ducking behind the bar and emerging with a pad of paper and a pen. The gent needs to pick up his photo ID anyway. Might need that in the future when he isn't getting wasted in a karaoke bar.

He offers the stranger a pen, looking hopeful.

❝ spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild things ❞

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