#♢ dimitry ( && meg )

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Dimi gave the woman a look. “Oh come on, one drink can’t hurt,” he took a sip of the whiskey. “I won’t tell if you don’t,” with a wink, he offered his glass to her. He nodded with her musings, “exactly. There’s no reason to keep bringing it up.”

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Dimitry nodded. “You’re a whiskey drinker? You should have one with me,” he was grateful as she turned off the news. “Finally. Somewhere where I don’t have to listen to that shit anymore. There’s nothing else they can say about it, so why are they still going on?”

meg nodded, turning around to pour a liquid in the stainless steel shaker. “ trust me i wish, but the boss would kill me. “ she finished up shaking the drink and poured it in a glass, placing a single ice cube in the middle. she grabbed a napkin and put the glass on top of it, sliding the whiskey sour across the counter to him. “ tell me about it. i don’t know what they think is gonna happen. that kid ain’t ever comin’ back. “

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Dimitry nodded. “You’re a whiskey drinker? You should have one with me,” he was grateful as she turned off the news. “Finally. Somewhere where I don’t have to listen to that shit anymore. There’s nothing else they can say about it, so why are they still going on?”

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Dimitry made his way into the bar, hoping to find some place to be alone with his thoughts. Luckily, no one else was in the restaurant other than the bartender: a gorgeous woman who seemed to be lost in thought. “No thank you, darling. I trust your judgement. Just make sure it has whiskey in it, please,” he replied, sitting down on the stool in front of her.

meg reached over and grabbed the remote that sat on the counter and turned the tv down. the news channel had permanently stayed on since the big news dropped, and meg was getting tired of it. besides, the person in front of her was much more interesting. “ whiskey, huh? a man after my own heart. let’s see what i can whip up, “ she said with a smile. 

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Dimitry made his way into the bar, hoping to find some place to be alone with his thoughts. Luckily, no one else was in the restaurant other than the bartender: a gorgeous woman who seemed to be lost in thought. “No thank you, darling. I trust your judgement. Just make sure it has whiskey in it, please,” he replied, sitting down on the stool in front of her.

                 THE BAR WAS dead,, and meg was setting up for her shift. she was standing at the counter, drying out hurricane glasses when she heard the door open. she was half-listening to the news on the tv. this town seemed to go more to shit each day. the bell on the door pulled her out of her daze. she glanced over at the clock; it was barely noon. “ want a menu? “ she asked as the person approached the bar.