#( — feat. harleywolfe; )

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TEXT TO: @harleywolfe 📲

Dylan: yo u left the chat Dylan: where are u

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"That's some list you got there," Dylan remarks with a chuckle. "What's next, a fuckin'... rocket scientist? I feel like that's the natural next option." He swivels when he's secured his footing, surprised to see Harley has actually listened to him and is holding out a bottle for him to take. "See? That wasn't so bad was it?" He throws her a wink before grabbing the liqueur and placing it in front of the other identical bottles. "You'll be employee of the month at this rate."

"Oh. Listen, I'm a law student turned stay at home mother turned stripper I don't know how to do this shit." Stripping had been the first real job she'd ever had besides a short-lived summer job when she was a teenager. Harley picked up two of the bottles and prepared to pass them to him once he was on the ladder, figuring that was pretty easy and would at least make his job slightly easier. "Here ya go cutie." She laughed, handing him a bottle.

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closed for @harleywolfe

location: the carnival bar

Dylan wades through a sea of bodies, tinted pink by the costume heart sunglasses that had begun the evening as an ironic prop, but were now being used to hide the glaze behind his eyes. He's already spent a good portion of his night at the bar already, but doesn't baulk at the idea of returning to continue what is fast becoming a bender. He just hopes another bartender has taken over the shift by now.

He spots the structure in the distance first, and then with further scrutiny finds the brunette tresses of Harley, tucked in the corner alone. He wastes no time closing the distance and announces his presence by dropping into the chair beside her. "You wanna talk or do you wanna take a shot?"

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Dylan is in the middle of pulling the bottle down that he knows Harley will want, hand hovering to unscrew the lid until she dismisses it. He studies her face for a moment to try and decipher if she's serious, but her explanation offers the answers before he has to. "You don't gotta thank me, it's fucked up the way all that went down. But Freddie and me, we got your back. Even if no one else around here does." He offers her his usual half-hearted, lopsided smile - the most genuine he can manage, before clouding it with a frown. "Wait, why are you takin' a break? For how long?"

closed starter | @grinningdevils location: seduction

Harley strolled up to the bar she knew so well, heels clicking on the floor although they were much lower than the ones she usually had on in seduction. "Hey, I'm not working or anything I'm actually taking a leave of absence.. I'm actually here to see you. I wanted to thank you for the other night at the carnival, for being there for me. Especially because nobody else seemed to give a fuck. I really appreciate it."

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"Lifting things?" Dylan repeats incredulously, looking down at the box of bottles. "No you literally just put the fuckin' bottles on the shelf, Harley." Not bothering to push the issue, he retrieves a step ladder from the store room to get to the top shelf. "No thanks, I still got bones healing, I don't need to be breakin' my ass. Hand me a bottle would ya? Then at least it'll look like you're doing somethin', and you don't have to make any effort."

Harley pouted when it became obvious that Dylan wasn't going to entertain her. She'd never fully imaged how boring being a stripper would be at times. "You want me to lift things?" She asked, her brows raised. Even before she'd become the person she was now she had never been the kind of woman to do manual labour. She had beauty and brains, lifting things had never been in her life plans. "No thanks. You can borrow the shoes though if you need to be a little taller."

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Dylan considers this for a moment, a myriad of shallow thoughts passing through his head whilst Harley continues to sit a metre away in her costume. It could be fun, but then again there's the old I-owe-my-life-to-your-ex-husband thing, and even if Zak doesn't care, he's hesitant about testing the theory. He likes being alive, even if he's a bird trapped in a cage. "Look I won't tell no one that you're slackin' but I gotta put all this shit away before tonight," he says gruffly, tapping the box of bottles and creating a cacophony of clinks as they fall into each other. "You could give me a hand you know, you're tall enough to reach the top shelf in those things."

"What Zak thinks hasn't been of any concern to me for a while." Harley shrugged, caring about her ex husbands opinion was very low to her to do list lately. "Please Dylan I'm a bad bitch. There's nothing I can't do in these shoes. I could run a marathon if I ever hated myself enough to consider that."

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"See there's your first mistake Wolfe, I never ask nicely," Dylan rebukes with a tut. "It's like you don't even know me at all. And what would Zak say if he walked in here and saw you with your ass in my face and not Joe's - your most fuckin'... consistent and loyal customer over there?" He throws her a wink before he turns his back and starts unpacking the goods to shelve. "A double? Fuck that. In those stompers too? Don't even wanna know the situation with your toes right now."

"You want me to shake my ass for you Dylan? It can be arranged but you gotta ask nicely and don't act like I'm not worth the money we both know I am." Harley giggled, getting more comfortable on the couch. "I'm still here from last night, doing a double. It's better than having to come in every single day."

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Dylan: ok gotcha

Dylan: I’m comin

Dylan: warm up the tequila

TEXT TO: @harleywolfe 📲

Dylan: u know how many bars there are at this thing Dylan: are u at the ferris wheel one or like near the food Harley: The ferris wheel is near me... like to my right

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"Well I'm here now, so that's four," Dylan responds as he passes Harley to get to the bar, arms full with bottles for restocking. "But you're not getting your hands on my hard-earned wages, no matter how much you shake your ass at me." As a fellow Ghost Rider prospect, Harley is closer to family than the other girls in the club - akin to having a sister, if Dylan could remember what that was like. "How'd you get stuck with this shitty shift anyway? It's broad fuckin' daylight outside."

open starter | @sinnerssquarestart

location: seducation

Lee was bored, mostly because she was stuck at work and had spent over an hour lounging around trying to keep herself occupied. "Hey you! Don't tell my boss I'm not actually doing anything. In my defence it's practically dead in here, I would be shaking ass for myself and the like... three people that have been in here for way too long and spent basically no money."

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TEXT TO: @harleywolfe 📲

Harley: I found alcohol Harley: I'm wherever that is Dylan: u know how many bars there are at this thing Dylan: are u at the ferris wheel one or like near the food