Post by нαℓƒ~мσση on Mar 4, 2014 0:12:29 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, kid, but you'll have to go," A burly bouncer with tattoos snaking up and down his arms was adamant as he stared down the young man in front of him. He was the type not easily swayed, so when the boy put up an argument, he barely batted an eyelash, "We can't let underage in."
"What?! I'm twenty-one! It says so right here on my license!" The boy, a petite thing with wheat colored hair and cerulean eyes so bright he looked like some kind of cherub, held out his card. His adorable face was twisted in disbelief, cheeks tinged pink.
"It looks fake to me," the bouncer shrugged, "Now please move on. I have a job to do."
"One that you're pretty shitty at!" The boy scoffed, slipping his card back into his wallet, "Just because I look young and I sometimes like to dress up in women's clothing does not mean that I'm a kid! I demand to see your boss! Who owns this place? I have the right to drink here like everyone else!" He crossed his slim arms and refused to move, even when the bouncer physically picked him up like a sack of potatoes.
"Hey, put me down! I didn't say you could manhandle me!" The blonde cried, kicking his feet and pounding his fists into the bounder's thick back.
"What?! I'm twenty-one! It says so right here on my license!" The boy, a petite thing with wheat colored hair and cerulean eyes so bright he looked like some kind of cherub, held out his card. His adorable face was twisted in disbelief, cheeks tinged pink.
"It looks fake to me," the bouncer shrugged, "Now please move on. I have a job to do."
"One that you're pretty shitty at!" The boy scoffed, slipping his card back into his wallet, "Just because I look young and I sometimes like to dress up in women's clothing does not mean that I'm a kid! I demand to see your boss! Who owns this place? I have the right to drink here like everyone else!" He crossed his slim arms and refused to move, even when the bouncer physically picked him up like a sack of potatoes.
"Hey, put me down! I didn't say you could manhandle me!" The blonde cried, kicking his feet and pounding his fists into the bounder's thick back.
