#bank draft

[seyedblogs]

The Benefits of Issuing Bank Draft Online for Businesses

A bank draft is a commonly used payment method which is secure and guarantees payment. It is used to make large payments when other options like cash or personal checks are not accepted. Many small businesses depend on bank drafts to carry out financial operations but the traditional method of issuing one has various disadvantages. Normally, you have to visit a bank, fill out forms and wait for the draft to be issued. This can result in loss of time and money. There might also be additional charges associated with getting a bank draft in person. The only alternative to businesses is to use online payment platforms to create them and utilize them more efficiently. So, let us look at some of the advantages of issuing bank drafts online.

Lower Costs: If you can avoid a visit to the bank, that will certainly allow you to cut down on costs related to transportation. Moreover, using online platforms to create a bank draft will allow you to avoid expenses related to manual processing. If you are doing it at a bank, you are looking at service fee, processing costs, delivery charges and currency conversion fee if you are making payments to a foreign bank account. As such, it is much more logical to issue a bank draft online. 

A Faster Process: The administrative formalities associated with creating a bank draft at a bank includes submitting a request, account verification and additional documentation. If the delivery method is not electronic, a business will need more time just to get their hands on a bank draft. With online platforms, it is easier to create a bank draft as you only need permission from the account holder and their bank details. Once the bank draft is created you can send it to the recipient by email. 

Flexibility: Online platforms are browser or phone-based websites or applications. They are always there for you to use, day or night. Businesses find this to be quite helpful as it allows them to begin activities like money transfers at any time, even on weekends or late at night when banks may be closed. Companies who deal with individuals in several countries or time zones may find great use for this flexibility. 

Security: One of the major drawbacks of sending a physical copy of bank drafts is that they can be stolen or tampered with. But online platforms provide more security to protect your financial information. As they employ encryption and digital security measures, you don’t have to worry about unauthorized access or fraud while issuing bank drafts. 

Digital Records: The online records of transactions are easy to access and track. This improves the accountability of businesses and makes auditing more convenient. If you are using accounting softwares, you can integrate it with online platforms for better financial management. 

Although bank drafts are a great method for financial transactions when huge amounts are involved, issuing one by going to a bank is an outdated process. With online platforms providing features to create and send bank drafts online, small businesses can use this feature to reduce costs and save time. 

[saturnrings77]

s1 and s2 rafe would be so greedy. only ever thinking about their own pleasure and rarely ever yours. you would always be on your knees for him either sucking his cock or receiving backshots.

when you were sucking him off, you'd be humping yourself against his shoes, leaving a trail of slick. "y'that needy, huh?" he would say, but never did anything about it, just pushing your head deeper and bucking his hips up into your mouth.

"all you want is cock." he'd say, rolling his eyes, watching you finger yourself and before you could reach your high, he's gripping your hair and pulling you off him, throwing you onto the nearest surface and arching your back, your hands in one fist. "so greedy."

"what a dirty girl. getting off on sucking my big cock." he'd get off on it though because unlike you, many girls would run when he didn't reciprocate. not you. sometimes he'd leave you high and dry, sometimes you'd whine, but you'd never outright complain.

s3 rafe would find his pleasure in getting you off. getting atleast three orgasms out of you.

he'd be groping you everywhere making sure you're overstimulated. fingers inside you, rubbing your clit and sucking on your nipples. he made sure to have every part of him that he could, occupied with your pleasure.

there's never a day when he's not eating you out. he swears he could die with your pussy being the last taste he ever experiences. he always makes sure to get atleast one orgasm out of you just with his mouth.

his mouth is always occupied, sucking in your nipples or clit or biting deep, red hickies all over your body, especially in places no one can see. they're for his eyes only.

he loves missionary. loves any position where he can see your face contorting in pleasure. loves when your mouth is next to his ears so he can hear your moans and whimpers clearly. loves the way your nipples rub against his chest. he loves the way your noises get louder with every rub of your clit against his pelvis

[rafey-baby]

hidden 2

cw: hostage situation, outlaw!rafe getting injured and reluctantly letting pogue!reader clean him up, suggestive & him being sleazy

wc: 2k

hope u enjoy xx

part 1 & part 3

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It’s past midnight and Rafe is driving over the speed-limit. He had said something about handling business and then more or less shoving her into the passenger seat of his truck before she even had the chance to open her mouth in objection.  

The island sky is as dusky as the bottom of the ocean as he races through the soundless highway that reminds her of the yellow brick road; never-ending and with no certainty of what’s looming at the finish line. 

She sits silently on the passenger seat because even if she was curious as to where exactly they were headed to, she’s well aware that he wouldn’t tell her if she asked.    

Her heavy lids fall closed to the calming noise of the wind picking up outside the vehicle and she’s so exhausted she falls asleep within minutes. Therefore, she’s not sure how much time has passed before she’s jostled awake to him turning off the engine in an empty parking lot. 

“Don’t even think about opening the door, alright?” A heavy warning lingers in his tone as he’s tucking his gun in the waistband of his pants and grabbing a thick wad of cash from the glove compartment.  

She hums her acknowledgment and watches his actions; wandering eyes filled with questions. However, he merely offers her a brief glance and then he’s throwing open the door and disappearing into the eerily serene night; leaving her alone in the dimly lit space with her nervous inhales and exhales the only thing keeping her company.  

She tries to peer through the window, squinting in order to see where he’s run off to but the faint glow of the street lamps provides little to no help, making her impatiently tap her nails against the center console as she waits for him to return. She presses her ear to the window but unfortunately no sounds other than the rustling of the leaves in the trees surrounding the area reach her eardrums.  

She sighs.  

What if something happens? 

She knows that he doesn’t need for her to worry over him but she can’t help it. No matter how terrible of a person he is, she doesn’t wish for anything bad to happen to him. After all, she’s not a carefully programmed robot entirely void of human emotions, is she?

The mellow memory of him reluctantly trying to soothe her after her outburst the other day still lingers at the forefront of her mind and turns her initial thoughts regarding him into something softer. After all, she was certain he was going to kill her because she had threatened him with his gun. However, he merely seemed entertained by her stupid bravery, opting to mock her instead of showing a single ounce of actual fear.

And she doesn’t know why, but there’s this peculiar flutter in her tummy whenever her brain decides to mull over the moment of him wrapping his big arms around her shaky body in an almost gentle manner.  

She wants to forget about it, ignore it and simply despise him for forcing her to help him, but she can’t. Can’t help the fact that even if she’s utterly terrified of him, there’s also something about him that almost fascinates her; lures her in and makes her want to figure him out and she’s not entirely sure what she’s supposed to think of that.  

There’s something enticing about the way he’s such a polar opposite to her; not only is he a Kook but he’s also violent and hostile whereas she doesn’t even have the heart to kill a bug. His demeanor is aggressive and she thought that was all there was but then he goes on and practically hugs her when she’s a trembling mess with salty tears streaking her cheeks. 

All of it confuses her to no end; disarranging her cerebrum and making foreign emotions bubble in her chest like molten lava. Or maybe she’s just touch-deprived; starving for whatever attention Rafe is suddenly offering her so generously.  

She doesn’t necessarily want to think about any of it right now though; opting to stare out into the gloom of the night and forcing her mind somewhere else entirely when all at once, the driver’s side door slams open and her head snaps towards it; eyes startled and heart jumping in her chest at the instantaneous intrusion.  

”Calm down, ‘s just me,” Rafe mutters, sounding out of breath; exhales harsh and chest rising and falling like a madman as he slumps down on the leather seat, eyes flitting over her tense form. “You seriously didn’t move?” He huffs out. “Such a good little puppy, huh?”  

At that, she comes to the conclusion that she’s definitely craving a very specific type of attention when her thighs involuntarily press together at his twisted notion of praise.  

”You— uh…you okay?” She cautiously asks, ignoring the warmth scattering along the apples of her cheeks.  

”I’m fine,” he mumbles before starting the engine and speeding back out onto the road that’s still sound asleep; the pitch black sky beginning to fade into a darkened navy blue with the dim glimmer of the street lamps illuminating their journey.  

She then gets a better look at him and notices a few cuts and bruises adorning his tired face. There’s a particularly deep scrape on his cheekbone; crimson transferring to the back of his hand when he mindlessly swipes over it.  

”Rafe…you’re bleeding. What happened?” She exclaims, uneasiness coating her tone. 

”Don’t worry, okay? Just had some, uh…disagreements. Should honestly see the other guy,” a lazy smirk paints over his face as he lets out a dry chuckle. 

”Rafe, those could get infected or something. Do you want me to clean them up for you?” 

”It’s just a few scratches, you’re acting as if I’m bleeding out,” he rolls his eyes, turning exasperated. 

”I’m being serious, you can’t exactly go to the doctor if those actually end up getting infected, can you?” She argues with a pout.     ”Shit, are all Pogues this fucking stubborn or just you? Told you, it’s fine,” he snaps in disdain, knuckles turning white from their grip on the steering wheel. 

”It’s not fine, though. Can you just…can you just let me help you? It’ll take like ten minutes and then you don’t have to worry about it anymore,” she rakes a hand through her hair in frustration because in her opinion Rafe is the one being stubborn right now.  

”I’m not worrying about it!” His gravelly voice thunders from his chest, making her flinch. 

“Well, I am,” her tone is quiet now; slightly regretting bringing the topic up in the first place.     At that, he lets out an irritated sigh and then he’s abruptly pulling over to a parking lot next to some gas station.

She turns to look at him with a surprised expression.  

”Don’t have all day. Get the fucking first aid kit from the glove box,” he grumbles out a harsh demand.  

”O— okay,” her face begins to light up in victory as she scurries to open the compartment in front of her, rummaging through it and trying to not pay attention to the plastic baggies filled with white powder or the wads of cash her hand comes in contact with.  

At last, her tentative fingertips find the small red bag she was looking for. However, when she turns to face him again, he’s not initiating any sort of movement, simply spreading his legs out in front of him in his slouched position and peering down at her expectantly. 

She hesitates.  

”You’re not gonna…move?” 

”If you wanna play nurse so fucking bad then you have no problem sitting on my lap, right? Not gonna reach all the way from there, are ya?” His tone is mocking and she can practically feel the cherry blush crawling up her face. 

”Oh, right. Um— yeah. I’ll just…” She blinks and then she’s clumsily climbing over the console and awkwardly lowering down to stumble into his lap. He merely looks at her with a bored expression; annoyance swimming in the lagoons of his eyes as he glares at her, clearly bothered by the fact that he has to waste his precious time on something as trivial as this.  

She huffs before timidly opening the first aid kit and trying to settle down on his lap. However, with his long legs sprawled out in the legroom he’s not exactly making it easy for her; being petty and difficult on purpose as she takes out a clean cotton pad and dampens it with some antiseptic spray.  

”Can you just…” she trails off before gingerly taking ahold of his jaw and lifting his face in order to examine the injuries better.

He lets her freely maneuver his head as she pleases and despite the sting, not even flinching when she gently dabs over a smaller cut on his jaw. Merely letting his gaze flicker over her features; making her grow nervous under his curious eyes as she tries to concentrate on the vermilion spots on his face and not the way he’s soundlessly observing her.

Or the fact that she’s currently closer to him than she’s ever been before. Can feel the even breaths from his nose tickling the skin of her lower face when she leans down to get a better angle.

“So…you’re a drug dealer or?” She decides to try her luck, not being able to sweep the cocaine in the glove compartment under the rug so carelessly.  

“What did I say about questions, Puppy?” He scolds her instead of answering.  

“Right, sorry,” her eyes drop down. At least she tried. 

She doesn’t say anything more, instead focuses all her attention on cleansing the scrapes and tries not to pay any mind to the fact that as an afterthought, this position is incredibly improper and she’s not entirely sure why she agreed to it so easily.

Upon careful consideration, she thinks she’s entirely too aware of his sturdy muscles underneath her and it’s turning her respiration more labored by each wipe over his face.

“Thinkin’ about going to Guadeloupe next week,” he utters out after several minutes of silence. 

”You are?”  

”Mhm. My family owns a house there,” his low-pitched tone is calm; almost relaxed. 

”But, how are you—” her brows crease in a question.  

”I have a private jet,” he states as if it should be obvious; he is a proud Kook, after all.  

”Right. Of course you do,” she shakes her head when the corners of his mouth tug up.  

”How long are you gonna stay there?” She asks as she lifts her hand to swipe the saturated cotton over the deeper wound on his cheekbone.  

”Don’t know, ’til I figure something else out,” he shrugs.  

She hums and then shuffles around in his lap some more, trying to wriggle upwards in order to not fall off. However, as she’s shifting into a more comfortable position, he suddenly lets out a low grunt from the back of his throat. 

“Shit, Puppy. You really gotta move around so much?” He murmurs, promptly resting warm palms on her hips, halting her movements altogether.  

“S— sorry,” her eyes round out when she can suddenly feel a slight bulge in his pants.

”If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re tryna get me hard on purpose, hm?” A breathy chuckle escapes his lips along with amusement glittering in blue gemstones as he inspects her flushed face with intrigue.  

”Oh, no— I’m not…was just— trying not to fall,” her words are rushed; thoroughly embarrassed as she blinks repeatedly.

“Just, uh…stay still, yeah? Need me to steady you?” He rasps before strong arms are holding her upright by a firm grip on her waist.  

”Thanks,” her voice is a muted whisper and she tries not to seem so affected as she gets a new cotton pad and begins to scrub off some of the dried scarlet from under his bottom lip; not daring to shift an inch after that.

[drewseph]

drew starkey + 📷

[hwanwooyoung]

[240531] Music Bank :: Empty Box :: Wooyoung

[jimimn]

the most precious in the whole world ♡

[cyber333angel]

FLUFF WITH RAFE

rafe was in his office dealing with a bunch of paperwork about some “gold treasure” that you honestly didn’t understand, telling you earlier that he couldn’t pay attention to you right now and to find something else to do till he was done. you were beyond bored watching the tv, only wanting to spend some time with your boyfriend. so you crept up the stairs quietly, not wanting to disturb him as you opened the door. watching him flip through white papers and scroll through his computer, his face displaying a serious expression. rafe notices your body in the doorway, seeing you watch him carefully. “what is it baby? what happened?” he says, you take his words as an invitation into the office as you walk towards him, “nothin happened. i just wanted to see you daddy..” and he rolls the chair wheels towards you, a very welcoming posture. you climb onto his lap, straddling his waist as rafe rest one arm on your back. gently rubbing it up and down while you lay your head on his shoulder quietly hear him work. he gives you your ass a light squeeze here and there when you nuzzle your head in to the crook of his neck, inhaling his calming cologne scent.

[jkvjimin]

no words 😳 cr. namuspromised

[inklore]

CAMBOY!RAFE WON’T LEAVE MY MIND.

When I tell you he’s going to give you your money’s worth, I mean that. He’s going to have you thinking; sending him more coins won’t hurt, right? If only to hear him let out one of those deep groans that you can see makes his whole chest shudder. 

He’s going to be a tease at first. Start the session out in an old t-shirt and pants—a casual outfit for a normal day. Not for a thousand eyes and comments begging for a show. 

Waiting with bated breath for him to get started. To take off his clothes and show them why they’re here. Why they keep coming back for more. Why they keep throwing their money at this pretty boy who’s smirking at the camera as he teases them. 

As he waits for the sound of money being thrown at him to slip off his shirt, which he gladly obliges with when he gets a number he’s pleased with. The pants taking a little longer. The heel of his palm pushing down on the growing outline of his cock—heavy, hard, and thick against the fabric. 

The comments almost unreadable as they come in a mile a minute when his fingers pull at the belt of his pants, his eyes never leaving the camera as he does it. Looking up over his brows as he pulls himself out of his boxers, pushing the rest of his clothes to the floor. 

“Oh,” he tsks. Clicks his tongue, smirking as he shakes his head. “You want to watch me fuck my fist? You gotta pay up. Nothing's free ‘round here. Ya’ll know that.” 

When he’s finally appeased. Finally, given what he wants, he gives them what they want. Wraps a firm grip around his cock and starts to stroke himself. Avoiding the head with each down stroke. Paying mind to his shaft, dragging it out. 

His pleasure. 

The show. 

His chest becomes flushed the more into it he gets. His lips parted, his tongue snaking out to wet them. Eyes hard and droopy with pleasure. 

The heel of his feet digs into the bed when he cants his hips up to push into his fist. His eyes scan the comments, making him throb even more, the head of his cock leaking as he reads them. 

Your dick is so pretty. 

Such a good boy. 

He’s so thick. 

Please use me. 

Cum for us. 

“You want my come?” His eyes look into the camera. “How bad do you want it?” He hums, lets his hand twist around the head of his cock, a groan slacking his jaw. “You know what to do to get it.” His voice stern, filled with desire. 

A heavy breath let out when the pad of his thumb moves against his tip to spread his precome around it. To add more slick to his cock. To make it easier for his hips to push his throbbing cock into the makeshift hole of his hand. Fucking his fist just the way his fans want. Just the way they paid him to. 

A thousand eyes on him as his head tips back in pleasure. As he pants. As he gets off to the donations coming, to the people begging for him to come for them. 

“Fuuuck, that’s good.” He smiles, groans. His goal for the night reached. Money in his pocket for putting on a good show for people who’d die to touch him. Feel him. Be painted in his seed. Marked by him, and thank him for it. “Mmm.” 

His wrist twists each time his hips cant down. His movements growing quicker, faster. The noises coming from him less controlled, deep, and incoherent. weak. Rafe completely losing control the closer he gets to coming. 

The only thing on his mind the wanting eyes on him. The eyes that look at him like an untouchable god rather than a man. Someone to bow down to, to feed from. Strangers who would let him wrap his fist around their throat and do whatever he asked gladly, happily. 

“You ready? You want it?” He says, breathy, panting, eyes rolling back into his head right before he comes. Streaks of white painting his spasming stomach. His throat raw from the noise he lets out from the intensity of his orgasm. 

His body shuddering when he lets his hand linger on his spent cock, oversensitive and twitching against his palm. A pleased look on his face, “such a shame it’s going to waste.” He looks down at the mess he’s made on himself. Eyes lifting, looking into the camera, “you want a taste?” 

[thisfuckingdeadlife]

SET ME FREE PT.2 - JIMIN AT MUSIC BANK 230331

[lovelyjj]

thinking about when i lost my mind when i saw these.

[shojizbae]

JJ Dating a Kook

JJ picked up a job caddying at a golf course

He makes good tips for the first two months

One day he is assigned to a caddy for a mother, father and daughter

He expects some rich little 9 year old with her head up her ass

Enter you, beautiful, graceful, kind, and damn good at golf

He blushes (for the first time since he was 12 and found his dads nudie mag) when you accidentally brush his knuckles when he hands you your nine iron

Your dad, who’s the typical rich overprotective Kook dad, noticed this and tries to stiff him on a his tip

You noice that he only hands him a 50 for putting up with your parents nonsense for four hours

You point out one of your dads work buddies and your parents drift over to chit chat

You grab your dads wallet and pull a handful of twenties and shout that you need the rest room before you leave

You run over to JJ where he’s parking the golf cart he’d just driven y’all around on when you approach him

He jumps up and removes the course company hat to greet you

“My dad’s an asshole, here’s the rest of your tip.” You hand him the hand and he numbly receives it

“Thanks,” he chuckles and puts his hat back in his head. When he gets home and counts it he realizes that you had tipped him $240

“I feel like I’ve seen you at a bonfire,” he looks up for the wad that he was trying g to approximate

“Yeah, I go to most of them,” he takes his eyes down to the salmon skort you were wearing, it matched your hat

“I hope I’ll see you at the one this Saturday,” you giggle and skip away leaving him stunned

He does see you that Saturday. You were standing my the fire in black sweatpants and a royal blue bikini top. arms crossed with a red solo cup loosely held in your fingers

The fire made you look so radiant

He down the rest of his PBR and grabbed two more. The lion enters the den.

“Whatever that is looks like shit,” he hands you one of the beers he’s holding.

“Kinda” you throw back the final swig and toss the cup into the flames. You receive the glass bottle with half smile and look back into the fire to watch the cup melt “Thanks JJ”

His heart sings you remembered him!

You going golfing again soon?” It’s the only thing you two have in common so far

“No, I don’t get out often. My parents don’t want me out of the house without supervision. They have no idea I’m here, think I’m at the gym.”

“At,” he checks his phone “11:40?”

“Yeah,” you bite the cap of your beer off and spit it away from JJ “they’re kinda naive”

You spend the rest of the night huddled up to his furnace like body cracking jokes about pogues and kooks alike

Surprisingly you’re back at the golf course 3 days later. This time donning a shorter navy blue skort and a gray polo. You request explicitly for Jj to be your caddy

You had convinced your dad to let you go alone.

You flirt with him the whole time he’s driving you around the course. Purposefully grabbing his hand when he hands you a club. Resting your hand on his thigh as he drives. Readjusting the company hat he’s wearing. He may have cute hair but he can’t hide his cute face with it.

When you're in a secluded part of the course, you make out against the golf cart for a few minutes. Having accidentally hit into some surrounding woods

[madebyrolo]

Island boy ☼

Bahamas with Rafe headcanons

obx masterlist

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✿ spending 24/7 on the beach soaking up the sun and attempting to ride the waves

✿ Rafe taking spontaneous trips to the Bahamas with you just ‘cause he can

✿ Rafe yelling at you for going too deep mainly for the fact he’s scared you’ll drown or get swept into sea

✿ Rafe dragging you out for a fishing day on the boat

✿ Having the whole house to yourself for a week before the rest of the family comes

✿ Rafe inviting both of your families for a vacation and paying for an airbnb for them

✿ going out for dinner dates everywhere on the island trying the cuisine

✿ Rafe being more of a Stake man than fish and complaing how everywhere only serves fish

✿ Rafe buying you every bikini you want except for “non family friendly ones”

✿ Stopping at every small shop you see and not caring if they highball you for being a tourist

✿ fruit being 80% of you diet

✿ Rafe being the riches man alive and still arguing with the owners for scamming you an extra $20 bucks

✿ Rafe buying you a Jeep because even though he’ll never stop driving you around but you enjoy the drives

✿ going site seeing and hikes

✿ be friending other island girls your age and hanging out 24/7

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Something quick for you guys !!

[winterrrnight]

rafe cameron loves to get lost in you. your velvety skin, your sweet as honey taste, your invigorating essence, your gentle feel… he gets lost in it. lost in such a way that he feels his mind getting dizzy with each passing second in close vicinity of you, and he just can’t get enough of you. lost in such a way that he can’t help his lips trace every inch of your skin, letting your taste linger on his lips. lost in such a way that he can’t help but deeply inhale your essence, wanting it to completely engross his mind. lost in such a way that he can’t ever help himself from touching you in any way possible, letting his fingers brush past your hands, your cheeks, your collarbone — just to feel your satiny skin under his fingertips. lost in such a way that each time he closes his eyes, all he can think of is you; your feel, your presence, your touch; that’s all that is ever on his mind. and he’s not complaining. why? cause he loves to get lost in you, and will do it any second of any day. <3

[jimimn]

a whole cutie patootie

[maybankiara]

PERFUME

rafe cameron x reader summary: all that's left from the person rafe loved is the traces of her perfume. a/n: not sure where this one came from.  masterlist | tag list

rafe walked into the biggest mistake of his life with his hands in his pockets, the cap backwards on his head, and a cigarette lolling in the corner of his mouth. the words rolled off his tongue with as much ease as all the lies before them, and he didn't watch her fall apart -- he just turned his back to her and walked away.

he always walked away.

but now, his head is in a haze when his eyes open in the mornings, and his hands still reach for the shape of her. he's washed his pillows more times than he can count, but he can still smell her perfume. her hairs wedged themselves between the stitches of his couch, of his rug, of his sweaters.

bits and pieces of her, collected of the years, remain. no matter how hard he tries. it all remains.

but not her.

rafe fucked that one up.

he watches her, instead, from a distance. never close. never near enough to hear her voice, to smell that perfume again. he doesn't need to. it's still everywhere he goes. her body is still a familiar shape under his palm, and her name is written on his walls.

she's all he sees when he closes his eyes. she's all he hears when he's strung out on coke and his heart aches for the one thing he'd given up.

she's moved on, though. she holds the hands of this boy and that boy, she laughs and smiles and rafe catches only glimpses of her, but they're enough. she's in a better place.

without him.

while he wakes up every morning, and washes the sheets, and airs the room, but none of it matters. at the end of the day, he'll still spray the perfume on the pillow that used to be hers, and for a moment, pretend that he's not all alone.

one day, he'll run out of the perfume.

one day, she'll be gone forever.

but not now.

not tonight.

rafe sprays the perfume, finishes the beer, and lies down. closes his eyes. pictures her next to him, looking at him with those eyes glazed with love, like she once used to.

and he smiles.