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

[medievalism]

{ an autumn mixer }

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[gaietes]

"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.

[eroticpain]

"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.

[gaietes]

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.

[eroticpain]

"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.

[gaietes]

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.