#𝟎𝟎𝟏 ⠀ . ⠀ axel morrow⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ ❪ ⠀ verbatim. ⠀ ❫

[chrmxiing]

𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃    𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑    :    𝐀.      𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖    𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓     𝐁.   𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂

Bowie doesn’t exactly mean to, but they laugh loudly in spite of themself. There’s nothing particularly funny, but then again, maybe there is - even if it’s only to them. “Baby, you wouldn’t know what to do with me even if I gave you step by step instructions,” They say, gladly taking the shot glass. It’s a joke they typically reserve for Kit, but they have no doubt he would treat them right if given the chance. Axel on the other hand, they’d rather not find out.  Knocking the shot back, they put the glass back onto the bar counter before taking a sip of their vodka cranberry as a chaser. “No, baby, there are no rules. Yas is my girl, even if she’s not yours. I don’t wanna get caught up in her shit,” Bowie shrugs. Simple as that. 

he’s not bothered by their response , instead a playful grin taints bruised features ❝ i guess we will never know , now will we ?  ❞ he teases bowie lightly as he downs the shot , asking for two more he smiles at the femme ❝  mh. a lot of girl talk i see . ❞ he says as he takes the other shot and slides the other one their way ❝  well, i am as free as a bird . ❞ he mused toward them with a smile ❝  but how have you been ? ❞ he pushes any other proposal he has for them in the back of his head , since their wasn’t going to go home with him . he might as well talk to her ❝  no one getting too rough . ❞ if there was anything that bothered him was when the sirens were manhandled , they were there to cause pleasure and be a distraction for the club but he also knew that with this patchover . not everyone got the memo