#knox: well we're gonna pretend we all have amnesia thanks to the excessive drug use and forget about it! it's a new day!

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“Man, that was some fucked up night.“ // from molly xoxox

🍸 WE AIN'T EVEN DONE, BABY! 🍸

Not Accepting.

"That's called the Tuesday Special, sweetheart." Knox chirps from behind the counter— again, he's been left to bartend seeing as his hired bartender was also recovering from last night’s festivities at Celebration Strip. “Look at it this way, your fucked up night was half price! That’s reason enough to celebrate!”

It’s always a party with Knox and by now he was almost positive he just couldn’t be killed so long as drinks were flowing and eighties music was playing overhead. Sure, he had a blaring headache and was forced to keep his shades on lest the blinding Miami sun get to him and laser directly into his skull like the Eye of Sauron. And sure, his coordination was working at 50% at best and he can’t do any of his cool bartending tricks because his hands are still shaking (and let’s not bring up the fact that he is leaning against the bar like his life depended on it). He’s fine. This is Wednesday morning and this is nothing new. 

“What you drinkin’? Or are you leaving your liver in my extremely capable hands today?” He smiles and it’s not comforting.