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The Chemistry Of Tequila

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Cocktails & Vibes

Cocktails and Vibes: The Best Spots in Tulsa for a Perfect Night Out

Look, we’ve all been there—after a long week, there’s nothing quite like kicking back with a well-crafted cocktail. But here’s the catch: it’s not just about the drink. Sure, a perfectly balanced Old Fashioned or a mind-blowing Margarita is a must, but the vibe is everything. You want a place where the atmosphere is just as good as the cocktail in your hand. A spot where you can sip, relax, and maybe even take a pic for the ’gram (because, you know, it didn’t really happen unless it’s on social).

Lucky for us, Tulsa is absolutely killing the game when it comes to cocktail bars that not only serve up some of the best drinks in town but also have vibes so good you’ll want to stay all night. Whether you're meeting up with friends, going on a date, or just looking to unwind solo, these are the top spots in Tulsa where cocktails and ambiance go hand-in-hand. Let’s get into it.

Valkyrie: For the Cocktail Connoisseur

Over in the Tulsa Arts District, you’ll find Valkyrie—a place that’s all about the cocktails. These folks take their mixology seriously, but don’t worry, there’s no pretentiousness here. It’s the kind of spot where you can tell the bartender what flavors you like and they’ll whip up something custom, just for you.

Their menu is always changing based on what’s fresh and in season, but if you’re not sure where to start, go for the Bee’s Knees or the Corpse Reviver #2 (a personal favorite of Mark’s). The drinks are strong, balanced, and absolutely delicious.

Vibe Check: Sleek, industrial, and laid-back—perfect for when you’re out with friends or just want to sip something strong in a moody atmosphere.

The Bull in the Alley: Hidden Speakeasy Vibes

If you want to impress someone (or just treat yourself), head to The Bull in the Alley. This place isn’t just a bar—it’s an experience. Located in an actual alley (you’ll feel like you’ve stepped into a secret speakeasy), the whole vibe screams exclusivity.

Their cocktail menu is filled with classic options, but the Martini is where it’s at. It’s smooth, perfectly chilled, and will make you feel like you’re channeling your inner James Bond.

Vibe Check: Dark, mysterious, and ultra-luxe. Perfect for date night or when you want to feel a little fancy.

Saturn Room: Tiki Fun Without the Beach

If you’re craving something a little more fun and tropical, Saturn Room is your spot. This tiki-themed bar is all about the island vibes—think bamboo décor, colorful lights, and drinks served in those adorable tiki mugs. You’ll feel like you’ve been transported to a tropical island, minus the plane ticket.

Order the Mai Tai or the Painkiller, and get ready for some seriously strong rum drinks. Bonus: They often serve your cocktails with little umbrellas, which is exactly the vibe we all need sometimes.

Vibe Check: Fun, tropical, and super laid-back. Great for groups or anyone looking to pretend they’re on vacation for the night.

Amelia’s: Rooftop Drinks with a View

Sometimes you just want to sip a cocktail while watching the sunset, and for those moments, Amelia’s has you covered. Their rooftop bar is one of the best places in Tulsa to grab a drink, take in the view, and relax with friends.

When it comes to cocktails, Amelia’s keeps it classy. Their Paloma is top-tier, and the Negroni is about as perfect as it gets. But honestly, with that view, everything just tastes better up here.

Vibe Check: Rooftop magic with a side of luxury. Perfect for a chill evening with a view.

MixCo: Chill Vibes with Serious Drinks

Located right across from the BOK Center, MixCo is the go-to spot for a casual drink before or after a show. But don’t let the chill vibes fool you—the cocktails here are no joke. They’re creative, balanced, and have just the right amount of flair.

Their New Fashioned is a fun twist on the classic Old Fashioned, and if you’re into something a little more playful, the Smoked Pineapple Margarita is a must. It’s the kind of drink that instantly makes you want to kick back and savor the moment.

Vibe Check: Casual, cozy, and perfect for pre- or post-event drinks. Ideal for when you’re not in the mood for anything too fancy but still want a killer cocktail.

Vintage Wine Bar: Classy Meets Cozy

If you’re more of a wine person but occasionally dabble in cocktails, Vintage Wine Bar is the perfect hybrid. Sure, their wine selection is on point, but their cocktail game is just as strong. Located in the Kendall-Whittier District, this spot offers a cozy, intimate vibe that feels like a hidden gem.

Try their French 75 or the Whiskey Sour for a cocktail experience that feels both elegant and approachable.

Vibe Check: Cozy, intimate, and unpretentious. Perfect for a low-key night out or a cozy date.

Boston Title & Abstract: Throwback Vibes and Timeless Cocktails

Boston Title & Abstract is one of those places where the vibe is as important as the drink in your hand. Located in Downtown Tulsa, this bar brings a throwback, vintage feel with its plush seating and moody lighting. It’s the perfect spot to sip on a classic cocktail and feel like you’ve stepped back in time.

Their Manhattan is a must, but if you’re feeling adventurous, go for the Paper Plane. It’s citrusy, balanced, and just the right amount of sweet.

Vibe Check: Old-school cool with a modern twist. Perfect for a classy night out.

Lounge at the Mayo: Historic Charm with a Cocktail Twist

For a little taste of Tulsa history with your drink, head to the Lounge at the Mayo. This spot is inside the historic Mayo Hotel, and the charm is undeniable. The cocktails are classic but well-executed, and the bartenders are more than happy to chat with you about the hotel’s storied past while they craft your drink.

Order the Sazerac or the French Martini, and then soak in the old-school glamour of the Mayo’s iconic lobby.

Vibe Check: Historic elegance with modern touches. Perfect for when you want a classy cocktail in a beautiful setting.

The Bottom Line: Tulsa’s Cocktail Scene Is All About Options

Whether you're in the mood for a tiki cocktail, a hidden speakeasy vibe, or rooftop drinks with a view, Tulsa’s cocktail scene has you covered. The best part? Each of these spots brings its own unique atmosphere, so no matter what kind of night you're after, there’s a perfect spot for you.

ps. #SpecialMention Hodges Bend: Always in our hearts ❤️ Although this venue is no longer with us due to a fire tragedy, it didn’t seem right to do a “best of” and not include them. We hope and believe they will be back with us (soon) and in the meantime let’s reflect on what we loved about Hodges…

If there were ever a place that just gets it, it’s Hodges Bend. Coffee, cocktails, wine—they do it all. The vibe here is effortlessly cool, with a mix of modern chic and vintage warmth. You can start your day here with a latte (because you’re fancy like that), but the real magic happens once the sun goes down.

Hodges Bend is known for its craft cocktails, and their Old Fashioned is basically a work of art. They also make a killer Aviation if you’re feeling adventurous. The bartenders here are total pros, so don’t be shy about asking for something off-menu.

Vibe Check: Dimly lit, intimate, and perfect for when you want to feel like you’re in on one of Tulsa’s best-kept secrets.

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Calling all thrill-seekers and pleasure pursuers! The world-renowned Lío Ibiza is back, and it promises a season unlike any other. Get ready for an immersive experience that blends electrifying performances, exquisite gastronomy, and exhilarating nightlife - all set against the breathtaking backdrop of the Ibiza Marina. Mark your calendars for May 9th, 2024, as Lío Ibiza unveils its grand opening for the season. Reservations are now open, so don't miss your chance to be part of this iconic island's most captivating nights. A World of "Dangerous Nights" Awaits This season, Lío Ibiza embraces the theme of "Dangerous Nights," inviting you to surrender to the moment and live life to the fullest. Imagine a world where boundaries blur, elegance meets intrigue, and every night feels like a thrilling adventure. Guilt melts away as you lose yourself in a kaleidoscope of captivating performances, delectable cuisine, and pulsating rhythms. The mastermind behind this audacious concept is Joan Gràcia, the artistic force driving the Lío Group. Under his creative direction, each evening at Lío Ibiza transforms into a transgressive and provocative spectacle. The talented Lío artists push boundaries with their performances, promising an outrageously fun experience that will leave you breathless. This is more than just a dinner show; it's a daring journey into the heart of unrestrained pleasure and unbridled excitement. A Feast for the Senses: Culinary Delights and Exquisite Mixology Complementing the captivating entertainment is a culinary journey designed to tantalize your taste buds. Executive Chef Adrián Marín Gimeno has crafted a unique "triptych-style" menu. This innovative concept offers a three-course exploration of the rich Mediterranean culinary heritage, presented with a touch of modern flair. Prepare to be surprised and delighted by each exquisitely prepared dish. To further elevate your experience, Lío Ibiza boasts an exceptional cocktail menu, meticulously designed by world-renowned mixologists. Each handcrafted drink is a masterpiece waiting to be savored, perfectly complementing the vibrant energy of the evening. Dancing Under the Stars: Lío Club Extends the Night The party doesn't end after the show! Lío seamlessly transitions into Lío Club, where the dance floor comes alive until the early hours of the morning. The club features a lineup of the hottest local and international DJs every night, ensuring an electrifying atmosphere that will keep you moving well into the night. The full lineup and artist residencies for the 2024 season will be announced soon, so stay tuned for exciting updates. Lío Ibiza: An Experience Beyond Compare Lío Ibiza is more than just a nightclub; it's a state of mind, an invitation to indulge in life's hedonistic pleasures. Here, you'll find a carefully curated blend of artistic expression, culinary innovation, and pulsating nightlife, all designed to create an unforgettable experience. Whether you're seeking a romantic evening under the stars, a thrilling night with friends, or a taste of the island's most decadent scene, Lío Ibiza has something to offer everyone. This season promises to be the most captivating yet, pushing the boundaries of entertainment and redefining the concept of nightlife on the White Isle. So, prepare to be seduced by the magic of Lío Ibiza and embark on a journey of unforgettable memories. FAQs Q: What is the theme for the 2024 season at Lío Ibiza? A: The theme for the 2024 season is "Dangerous Nights," inviting guests to embrace a life of indulgence and excitement. Q: What kind of performances can I expect at Lío Ibiza? A: Lío Ibiza features captivating and often provocative performances by talented artists, creating a transgressive and unforgettable experience. Q: What kind of food is served at Lío Ibiza? A: Executive Chef Adrián Marín Gimeno offers a unique "triptych-style" menu showcasing Mediterranean cuisine with innovative flair. Q: Does Lío Ibiza have a dress code? A: While there isn't a formal dress code, Lío Ibiza suggests smart casual attire. Dress to impress and feel confident for a night of sophisticated entertainment.

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L.A. Loves Alex's Lemonade Gourmet Fund Raiser for Childhood Cancer Returns

After a three-year hiatus, this celebrity chef fundraiser supporting Alex’s Lemonade Stand Foundation, ALSF is back again on Sept. 23, 2023 at UCLA’s Royce Quad. It celebrates the exceptionally inspiring story of one child’s determination and courage to make her brief life matter. While Alex, from the age of one, was battling cancer, she started a lemonade stand at the age of four to help her…

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Mister Paradise

Mister Paradise is a world-class bar and you will leave in awe of whatever they serve you. They are concocting drinks in the East Village that most of us would never come up with, even on our most creative days.

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okay then consider this a request!! for poly!marauders or just remus/james/sirius, whatever you prefer, for a reader with excruciating period cramps (self-indulgent because mine are horrible, but whatever!!) if you could do it that would be awesome ily!

ok I'm sorry I really made this very much self indulgent in maybe the worst way ever lol. I've been having a lot of fun with chef!Sirius lately, and had briefly discussed this idea with @maladaptiveescapism a while back so it felt fitting. I've also gotten a lot of period fic requests before and have never been all that interested in them which is so strange seeing as I'm a person who experiences period's and they're really popular? WOW sorry, what a tangent. TL;DR, thanks for your request, sorry if I ruined it a little, I probably won't ever write a period fic again lol

chef!sirius x mixologist!reader who calls in sick to work because of her period [2.9k words]

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7

CW: period fic, reader has PCOS, brief allusion to Sirius' shitty childhood, trans!Reggie agenda 'cause I can, Sirius worried reader won't be accepting of his trans brother (spoiler alert, we are because we love our trans homies), Sirius being the worst (positive & affectionate)

Sirius was on his best behaviour today.

Honest to god, hand to his heart, best behaviour.

But there was truly only so much one bloke could do when they had a Jeffery to deal with.

“I’m going to need one of your staff for the evening.” Jeffery said without preamble; standing half-in the kitchen with the swinging door to the floor propped open as if he wanted to ensure there were witnesses to this conversation should it go sideways.

“Jeffery, do you wake up every morning and smoke a bunch of crack before you come to work, or are you really just this dense?” Sirius spat as he dropped his pan in front of him and fought the urge to turn and give the floor manager a withering glare. 

Jeffery, well seasoned to Sirius’ theatrics, bit back an eye roll as he carried on. “We need someone to cover the bar.”

Sirius did turn at that, but his withering glare fell somewhere between aghast and bemused. “The bar?”

“The bar.”

“Why?”

“I need coverage for Y/N.” Jeffery explained with a sigh, clearly growing tired of Sirius’ line of questioning.

“Where is she?”

“She has called in sick, chef.”

“Sick with what?” Sirius continued, causing Jeffery’s brows to furrow as he stared at Sirius bemusedly. 

“I’m not exactly privy to those details, chef.” He explained slowly as if Sirius were some fussy toddler. 

“I just find it hard to believe that the same woman who left the hospital after getting her shoulder reset to come work a full eight hour shift would call in sick.”

Jeffery offered him a shoulder shrug (and a concerned look up and down that Sirius pretended he didn’t notice) before pilfering one of the kitchen staff for the evening. 

Sirius would worry about hating Jeffery later; he was more focused on figuring out what the hell was wrong with you and why you weren’t coming to see him to work. 

Sirius had his phone wedged between the side of his face and his shoulder whilst he juggled the many go-bags he had in his hands as he stood awkwardly outside of the door to your flat.

He admittedly knew where you lived only because he had driven you home after numerous closing shifts.

Fortunately, the intercom system in the anteroom of your building gave away your unit number.

Unfortunately, Sirius still had his hands full with the various go-bags.

Fortunately, an elderly lady was coming in at the same time and let Sirius into the building. 

Unfortunately, she insisted on chatting his ear off the whole lift ride up and actually held the door open to continue conversing even after they had arrived at her floor.

Sirius’ saving grace came in the form of the lift alarm buzzing for having kept the door ajar too long, and she was forced to bid him farewell. 

Which brought him here; standing outside of your flat like some kind of stalker as he waited for you to pick up your phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey, open your door.”

“Well hello to you too, chef.” You snarked at him again. 

“Yes, yes. I said hey, didn’t I? Open your door.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m standing on the other side of it.” 

There was the sound of a quick exhale and rummaging. “Why?”

“Listen, I’d love to play 20 questions, but do you think you could let me in first?”

You muttered something that sounded an awful lot like a swear before the line ended.

He allowed his phone to slip out of its place and into his awaiting hand when you flung the door open unceremoniously.

Now, Sirius could tell you’d not been expecting any company today; you were in the same clothes you’d likely slept in, your hair was perfectly rumpled from whatever position Sirius had just disturbed you from, and you looked more than a tad embarrassed to see him standing here.

He had sort of hoped you would look like a troll; make this raging flame he carried for you burn a little softer.

But no.

You just had to look ethereal and perfect and lovely and kissable.

Damn woman. 

“What are you doing here?” You finally asked, interrupting the both of you from staring at one another. 

“Helping?”

You made a breathy W sound - as if you were going to ask “what” or “why” but the words died on your lips as you took in Sirius’ many bags. 

“What did you bring?”

“I’ll show you everything if you just let me in.” He muttered as he motioned towards one of your nosey neighbours who had shoved her head out of her door when she first heard Sirius in the hall.

You peered around your doorframe and narrowed your eyes at her before allowing Sirius entry. 

“Finally.” Sirius teased as he moved to place his bags on your kitchen island. 

Sirius had never seen the inside of your flat, but if he had simply stumbled into your space by accident he would have known it was yours immediately. 

There was something so intrinsically you about your space that Sirius immediately felt at home too, even just for having stepped inside. 

“Sorry.” You chuckled somewhat awkwardly; bringing one of your hands to the back of your neck as you considered Sirius and all of his bags. “We’d just been watching some shows.”

Sirius immediately felt his heart fall out of his arse.

We? 

Had he read this completely wrong? Were you seeing someone? Was your home not simply yours, but one that you shared?

He found himself suddenly feeling quite defensive over your flat; it was too lovely, too wonderful, too comfortable for simply just anyone to enjoy.

“We?” He asked suddenly; tone taking on a bit of an edge he didn’t intend or consent to.

You cocked an eyebrow at him and pointed behind you with your thumb; Sirius followed your gesture to a little tabby cat perched on the back of your sofa, tilting its head at the two of you as if it, too, was confused by Sirius’ sudden intonation. 

“You were watching shows with your cat?” He clarified; his voice now breathy in relief. 

“Birdie loves shows.” You countered defensively. 

“You named a cat bird?”

“No.” You argued. “I named my kitten Birdie. Do you not like cats?” You asked then, a teasing smirk growing on your face. 

“I like cats fine; where can I put this?” He asked instead; hoping to god you didn’t notice the blush heating up his face. 

He started unloading the many take-away boxes he’d prepared for you at the restaurant before skiving off the rest of his shift.

“What is this?”

“Food.”

“Sirius, why did you-”

“I asked what helped.” Sirius explained. “You said food; I brought food. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed yet dollface, but food is kind of my thing.”

“Smartass.”

“That too.” He replied with a wink, moving to put the desserts in your fridge. 

“Did you seriously come all the way over here just to bring me food?” You asked disbelievingly as you joined Sirius at the counter and peered into the bags.

Sirius had to tamp down the giddiness that threatened to consume him at how sweet and domestic this felt; you clad in your comfies as you helped him unload groceries. 

“I didn’t come all the way over here just to bring you food…I brought other stuff too.” 

“‘Course you did.” You muttered quietly, looking at Sirius with a look in your eyes that he couldn’t quite decipher.

“Go lay down.” He ordered instead as he went about plating your food - opening cabinets at random until he found what he was looking for. “I don’t hear laying down!” He sing-songed when he saw you still  standing in his periphery. 

You harrumphed before acquiescing; picking up your cat who made a little brrp sound as if to second Sirius’ directions. 

Finally content with his efforts, he moved to stand in front of you with a glass of water and some pasta he brought from work. 

You made an appreciative hum and sat up, which seemed to displease Birdie greatly. “God, maybe I need to find myself a personal chef.”

“Oi! Don’t go replacing me now.” Sirius scolded as he perched himself on your coffee table - perhaps a little casual for being a first time (uninvited) guest in someone’s home - but you didn’t seem to mind.

“Oh the job is so yours chef; you’re welcome here anytime.” You said around a mouthful of food. And even though Sirius knew you were joking, he couldn’t help the giddy fluttering of his heart at the sentiment. 

“This is really good, Sirius, and super thoughtful; thank you.” You offered earnestly. 

“So I guess you don’t have any room for dessert, then?” He asked teasingly; his taunting smirk melting away immediately at the excitement that took over your face before he ran to retrieve it for you. 

“Why is she doing that?” Sirius asked after a while, gesturing towards Birdie with his chin who was rubbing her head against the leg of his pants.

“Why’s she doing what?” You asked bemusedly as Sirius fought every urge to wipe the little bit of chocolate from your upper lip. Unfortunately thankfully for him, you licked it out of his sight. 

“Head butting me; seems quite rude.” Sirius murmured as he watched the cat in bemusement. 

“That’s basically a cat hug, Sirius; she’s hugging you, or saying hello.” You chuckled at him.

“Get out.” He scoffed in disbelief. 

“Cats have little scent markers in their cheeks; when they rub against something, they’re affectionately claiming it as their own.”

“So like a dog pissing on trees?” He deadpanned.

“Affectionately claiming you as their own; offer her your hand, Sirius.”

“But what if she-”

“Chef, offer her your hand.” You barked at him with no heat. 

Sirius narrowed his eyes challengingly at you but did as he was told; pleasantly surprised when the cat moved the rubbing from his trousers to his hand. 

“Have you never met a cat before?” You asked as you considered him.

“No…I have.” Sirius offered slowly, admittedly enjoying the velvety soft fur of your little companion. 

“Could’ve fooled me.” You teased as you placed your now empty dish on the side table. 

“My family had a cat growing up; a horrid thing. I swear to god my mum taught him how to attack me. Loved my brother though, but was nasty as all get out to anyone else.” 

“Really? Was he a stray before he lived with you?”

“Nope.” Sirius offered with a pop of the p. “Raised that fucker from kittenhood. Lived a god awful long time too, just to spite me; I wished every year on my birthday that it would die.”

“Sirius!”

“I’m not joking! My brother and I would sneak cupcakes up to my room and he’d light a candle for me and tell me to make a wish. One of them was always ‘please for the love of god let Kreacher die before me’.” He didn’t think now was the time to admit that his other wish was always ‘please for the love of god let us make it out of here alive’. 

“That’s awful; you’re awful.” You laughed. 

“No, Kreacher was awful; I was but a boy.”

“I can’t believe you got after me for naming my cat Birdie when you had a cat named Kreacher.” 

“I didn’t have a cat named Kreacher, my brother did.” He responded haughtily. 

“Who named him?”

“I did.”

“Why?” You laughed again. 

“‘Cause he was a tiny, awful, hateful little gremlin and needed a name that said as much!” 

The two of you laughed until your hands migrated to your abdomen and you began massaging into your skin; a small divot appearing between your brows.

“What is it?” Sirius asked quietly then.

You tried to shake your head and offered him a tight smile. “S’okay.”

“Is it cramps?”

“Yeah.”

“Lie back.” He instructed as he stood from his seat on the coffee table - his mother would be rolling in her grave if she’d seen him with such a lack of manners.

Good.  

“Sirius, really, you’ve-”

“Lie back.” He whispered again, one hand on your shoulder as he gently guided you so that you were lying along your sofa with your head propped up on the armrest.

Stealing himself for perhaps embarrassing himself completely and making this whole precarious situation between the two of you go tits up, he finally shucked off his jacket and boots before rolling up the sleeves of his shirt and lowering himself onto the bottom half of your couch.

You watched silently as Sirius situated himself between your legs so that his shoulders and head rested on your abdomen as he weaselled his arms under your back, placing both of his palms up against your lower back.

“Relax.”

“What?”

“You’re tense as shit, doll; relax.” He murmured as he rested his cheek against your stomach.

You let out a breath and sank further into the couch as the two of you fell into comfortable silence.

“Thank you.” You whispered after a few moments.

“You already thanked me.” He whispered back.

“No, I-” You cut yourself off as you gathered your thoughts; a tentative hand absentmindedly making itself at home in his hair as you found your words. “Thank you.” You settled on.

“You’re welcome.” Sirius offered.

“Where’d you learn this?”

Sirius propped his chin up so he could at you; your hand pausing as your eyes flit to it as if you were only now realising what you’d been doing. “Learn what?”

“The pressure? The body heat. The…helping, with cramps?” You asked tentatively, and if Sirius didn’t know better, he’d think you perhaps looked a touch bashful at your questions - your eyes seemingly incapable of meeting his. 

And once again, Sirius found himself taking another jump, or rather, a complete leap of faith that could very well have this thing the two of you had been building crumble and fall before it even had a chance to start.

“Uhm, it was my brother, actually.” He admitted quietly.

Your eyes did finally meet his at that, where they narrowed a touch in confusion.

“You learned this….from your brother?” 

Sirius nodded as he swallowed nervously. “Right. He uhm, well, it often helped him with his cramps and such, so…yeah.” 

It was apparently his turn to be incapable of meeting your eyes as he moved his head so that it was resting against your stomach again.

“You’re a good brother.” You finally offered.

“Well of course I am.” Sirius offered through a breath of relief. “I’m good at everything I do.” 

“You’re a git.”

“I’m good at that too.”

You gave a disciplinary tug at Sirius’ hair which made him think of several sinful things he’d like to be doing with you whilst you did that next time, but he simply chuckled and sank further into you.

“I didn’t exactly sit like this with him, mind you.”

“No? What does that make me, then?”

“Special.” 

“I guess so.” You breathed out through a chuckle. “Coming over on your day off just to spoil me.”

“It wasn’t my day off.” He responded without thinking, tensing when he felt you suck in a breath.

“Sirius.”

“Mhm?” He offered in faux nonchalance.

“You left work for this!?”

“For you?” He asked as he considered you. “Absolutely.”

“For gods sake, Sirius. I bet Jeffery-” 

But he never got to hear what you thought of Jeffery as he let out a very petulant and dramatic groan and lowered his forehead to your stomach. 

“Babe, I know this isn’t exactly the same thing, but generally a man does not want to hear the name of another bloke when he’s in between your legs, yeah?”

You barked out a laugh and swatted at his shoulder. “You’re awful.”

“Terrible.”

“The worst.”

“Absolutely horrid.”

“Giving Kreacher a run for his money.”

Sirius’ head shot up at that as he levelled you with a warning glare. “Too far.”

“I’m sorry.” You laughed, not sounding particularly sorry at all.

“You better be.” Sirius grumbled as he lowered himself back down. “Now be a doll and play with my hair again; it’s nap time.”

And there was an equal chance that you were going to laugh, swat at him, or downright tell him to get his arse back to work.

But Sirius was admittedly overjoyed when you simply placed your fingers back into his hair and began to massage until you fell asleep; him not much longer after you.

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New guy! Ive posted some concept sketches of him a while back but now he is here!!

The mixologist, a tenth class support character who can mix up special drinks to give the other players boosts and cool abilities, just watch out cause you can get pretty drunk!

[half-oz-eddie]

I do not think there is enough talk about craft beer enthusiast and mixologist dating.

Like hello??? Buck went to school for this shit. He knows beer types, the proper way to pour, he’s loaded with beer production facts, he knows what beers pair best with which foods and even the proper fucking glassware to use. He learned this!!!

Tommy will fuck him right on the counter over it.

[phantom-margaritas]

Happy Halloween everyone! What better way to celebrate this spooky season than with a bartender AU update? 👀👻

[red-pencil]

Spotted this little mixologist in training while hanging with my friend.

[flower-yi]

"Feels like this is your first time, pretty," Gallagher points out, "I don't think you've shaved someone's face before."

You draw back, gaping at him like a fish. "How dare you?" you play the part of being offended so well Gallagher nearly misses the hint of mirth in your features. "I-I've done this before, clearly!"

An amused huff leaves him, "Sure, I've heard that before."

To be fair, he remains unopposed to you shaving his face even if you haven't done it before. The not-so-sneaky glances you've been taking on his growing stubble is proof, and so are the times he's walked in to you watching videos on how to groom someone's beard. (He promptly ignored it and asked you if you'd like your eggs sunny side up for today.)

He's not the type to do self-care often. But seeing that you're eager to take care of him, he's also not the type to refuse it.

"Do you still want me to shave your... uh, situation?" You sound hesitant. He thinks it misplaced.

Gallagher chuckles. "You're calling it a situation?" The hesitance slowly melts into annoyance, an affectionate roll of your eyes your response to his question. "That's a joke if I haven't heard one."

However, that eye roll doesn't prompt you into continuing. He lifts a hand to your cheek, caressing it. "I didn't say stop, did I?"

You huff, despite the heating of your cheeks, and continue. Gallagher thinks this is the best chance to stare, watching you with fondness swirling in his chest.

Sure, this can be a tradition between the both of you.

[plumdale]

Taking advantage of the warm weather and spending time outside & being together