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piano bar | christian anthony

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"Hello, what can I get for you," the waiter asked. He wore a black button up tucked into his slacks, towel over his shoulder for quick cleaning. I may be a tad underdressed for this place, but I'd rather be here than the town carnival down the street.

"Apple Martini," I replied. He nodded, writing it on a note pad and going back to bar to whip up the beverage. The drink is quickly prepared and in my possession in record timing.

I take a sip and look around. The piano bar is calm, but filled with the sound of the two pianists filling the hour with their selections. Surprisingly, there's a decent amount of people here given that today marks the first of the town carnival.

I would have been there but I saw the overwhelming majority of attendees were juveniles and I was annoyed by just the sight. I usually go on the later days of the carnivals scheduled dates, that way everything is reasonably empty and I won't have to step on anyone's child. Moreover, being stuck riding with a kid because their guardian isn't in the condition to ride with them if they so happen to need a chaperone. I get it, I'm a bitch, but I'd like to avoid the interaction for now.

A few people I came with went inside, and more then likely didn't even notice my disappearance. My good friend is in Iceland with her husband currently, just vacationing, so I had to try to have fun either alone or with acquaintances at best.

"How awkward would it be if I put in a request for T-Pain?" A blonde guy with an all black ensemble joked. I raised my eyebrows, intrigued by his sudden appearance and also by his actual appearance.

Feeling a bit looser, I actually ponder on the action. "Do it," I put simply. "Ask 'em," I challenge, gesturing over to the pianists.

I look up at face, covered with clear glasses that grant me access to see his eyes. His lips curl up, smirking. "A song in mind," he asks. I think for a snap of a second, saying the first song that comes to mind.

"I'm In Luv," I laughed.

His eyes grew about two sizes, registering what I just said. "...with a stripper," He asks, I nod in confirmation. His cheeks become rosy, clearly embarrassed by the situation he kind of put himself in.

"Go on," I insisted, gesturing over once again.

He takes a deep dramatic breath before taking the few steps to the pianist. I see him whisper the request, and I also see the pianist blink with surprise, a nod coming after, it's likely one of regret. You know, for his job.

Blondie comes back over with the largest smile on his face, red masking his entire face.

"That was the most awkward interaction I've had in a while. Fuck, I can't believe I did that sober," he laughs, rubbing his neck uneasily. "Um, I'm Christian, by the way," he says, introducing himself with a hand out between us.

"Y/N," I respond, shaking his open hand. Christian takes this time to order himself a drink. He points out his friends in the corner, one with braids twirling around, most likely drunk and another who he said orders nothing but sassafras tea when they come here.

"We almost stopped coming here because Mitty never left in good health, always sprains something," he remarked. I nod, imaging when it'll happen. His dancing is unruly, and technically not really can be called dancing. It is slightly hard for me to believe they're regulars at a piano bar, seems a bit lame, but I'm here so...

A second later, I hear the familiar chords of I'm In Luv, and we both look at one another, bursting into mutually triggered laughter.

"I can't believe he actually did it," I gasp.

"I can't believe he knows this song," Christian adds.

The night continued on until 1 AM. It was full of conversation between Christian and I, and I just about lost track of time until his friend came over to let him know he's taking the other guy home.

"You want to come? Lyft is coming in 2 minutes," he asks Christian.

"Um," he stammers, looking over to me. I look down nervously, expecting this night to be over.

Maybe he wants to leave because I talk too much. Or maybe because my third topic of choice was the abortion controversy. Or my makeup oxidized, I was trying a new brand and didn't have time to thoroughly check the match.

"Leave without me, I'll stay." I look up, smiling way too hard. He matches my giddiness, waving off his friends. "Wanna go to the carnival? One hour left." I thought about how against it I was earlier, but now it sounds like it'll be a good time.

"Yeah," I marveled.

"Awesome, let's go," he says, cheerily, standing up from the seats we found a while ago. Grasping onto my hand, he lightly guides us out of the bar, walking towards the bright carnival lights, hands still intertwined.

"You know, I was avoiding this place all night. And now I'm here with you," I state.

"Bad thing," he asked, lower register coming out of his already deep raspy voice. He looks over to me, directly into my eyes, searching for an answer. It was almost like he wanted confirmation that he wasn't dragging me along, or misreading our interactions.

Giggling, I reassure him, "I was here with random people who I don't consider friends. So I left," I say honestly.

"Am I your friend now," he smirks, rubbing my hand with his thumb a bit.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Good, we're gonna have fun. As much as we can in the last hour. Is that okay with you, Y/N?" Whether I see him again, or if this is a one night exchange, I like him. He's so fucking attractive, which is the cherry on top, but fundamentally, he seems to be a really nice guy, so I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my night (but I'm rooting for more time) with him.

"Perfect for me."

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CURRENTLY POSEIDON'S TRYNA DRAG MY LEGS TO THE DEPTHS IT'S OCCURING TO ME

CURRENTLY I CAN TELL HE'S LOOKIN' STRESSED BUT I GOT ALL OF MY FRIENDS WITH ME

CURRENTLY WE'VE BEEN GETTIN' HIGH EVERY DAY BALANCE 50/50 MIX THE PLEASURE AND THE PAIN

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hiii can u make a Christian Anthony from Chase Atlantic mood board please! I think a metal/rock concert mood board of him would eat and ik my bestie would love it🫶🏼

christian’s been bae for like 8 years 🥵🥵🥵 in love w this

RUFF RUFF highkey

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me too, Kras, me too 🤭🤭. also, i’ve been looking for this video EVERYWHERE 😭😭

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christian ‘kras’ anthony | guitarist | chase atlantic

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Chase Atlantic really was there when no one else was.

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being a chase atlantic fan is so sexy and personal. like either u get it or you don’t get it and idk how else to describe it.

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there's so much saxapohone in this album like please GET THAT RECOGNITION CLINTONNNNNN

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