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[finn-rider]

He grinned at the pretty blonde - never one to turn down a chance to flirt with a pretty lady “I mean, there are probably a few more million dollar questions - but for you at the minute? Yes, it would seem that is the predicament” he glanced over her and titled his head slightly “Now, if you’re undecided I could hazard a guess at what you like or make something special for you” he leaned in slightly closer, as if to tell her a secret “You never know - you might like it”

finn-rider‌:

Another day at The Snugly Duckling, another shift, another drink served. Lately Gothel seemed to have been scheduling him for double so he was seeing a lot of the regular crowd. Most were totally fine, but some would struggle to handle their 12 pint and often needed help out of the door.

At the minute the bar wasn’t too busy, a few tables filled and a soft twilight streaming in through the windows. He’d just finished putting away a tray of clean glasses when, like a sixth sense, he felt someone walk up to the bar. Without skipping a beat, he threw the towel over his shoulder and flashed a smile

“Now, what can I get you tonight?”

Barbie was supposed to meet a friend at The Snugly Duckling and they didn’t show up, so she skipped over to the bar and sat down tossing a few peanuts into her mouth and sighed placing her chin in her hand and looked around the bar, when she heard the voice of the bartender she glanced over and took in his demeanor “Well that’s the million dollar question isn’t it?” 

#barbie #sorry i’m on mobile!

[finn-rider]

🎭

🎭 - Your muse is showing off their Halloween costume, what did they decide to dress up as?

“Okay, but Jess - listen, I don’t see what the problem is with this” he stood there, proudly showing off his playboy bunny costume - ears, tail and fishnets included “What was this whole thing about needing to be sexy for Halloween? I think we can all agree that this is the sexiest costume of all!” He waved his arms around himself - as if he was a 1950’s car sales man. Now, to argue that the costume was snug was redundant - even Finn could admit he wasn’t comfortably zipped into this garment, but that wasn’t going to stop him “So I’ve shown you my brilliant costume - what about you?”

#jessica rabbit #halloween meme #thedisneypiermeme #meme #ask meme #he’ll do anything for a laugh

[finn-rider]

🤡

🤡 - Your muse is facing down their biggest fear, how do they react?

Finn had never let anyone get the upper hand on him, it wasn’t something he needed to explore, and certainly never wanted to bring another person into. He’d had a good few drinks after work this evening, and against his better judgement - went for a walk through the mostly shut down Pier. There was something both soothing and unsettling about how this place looked at night - everything was shadows and shapes and something had caught his eye.

For a split second, he could have sworn that he’d seen Ali. But that was impossible. Finn moved towards the Haunted House where he thought he’d seen the figure disappear. Before he knew it, he was chasing down someone or something that looked almost like his oldest friend. With a few twists and turns, he’d lost himself in the labyrinth of the Haunted House. Drunk, confused, and if he was being honest, a little scared -Finn raced through the House, only getting himself lost even more than before.

He’d just about convinced himself that he was chasing after his friend, but was loosing him with ever second that passed. Panic started to set in, knowing that the only reason his friend would run was if someone bad was chasing him. Finn wanted to help but didn’t know how. His palms grew sweaty, his vision blurred and soon he was breathing heavily from fear and the pace he was running at. All at once, he caught a reflection in one of the warped hallway mirrors and it looked like someone was holding a gun to his head. He leaped back and let out an embarrassingly feminine scream before realizing it was only the brunette he’d had lunch with the other day.

“Oh, Little Mouse” he breathed heavily, trying to regain composure “I - I didn’t see you there” But there was something he couldn’t shake, the feeling that he was still loosing his friend

#rayelle #thedisneypiermeme #halloween meme #meme #ask meme #sorry that this got long but hey!

[finn-rider]

The Disney Pier Halloween Meme

😈 - Your muse decides to play a trick on mine, what is the result?

🍬 - Your muse gifts mine a treat, what treat did they give?

🎭 - Your muse is showing off their Halloween costume, what did they decide to dress up as?

🧠 - Our muses get lost in the Mirror Maze together, what does yours do to help find a way out?

🦇 - A horror character performer just jumped out of nowhere! What does your muse do?

💀 - Your muse literally bumps into mine at a Halloween party, what does your muse think of mine?

🔮 - My muse offers to help yours to decorate, does your muse accept the offer?

🤡 - Your muse is facing down their biggest fear, how do they react?

#disney meme #ask meme #thedisneypiermeme #halloween meme

[finn-rider]

meghandistra‌:

       MEG PURSED HER lips as he spoke, agreeing with him slightly. “Well I agree that it does take an extra bit of strength to perform like that, it doesn’t mean that every woman with that kind of fire likes to do it for just anyone, Mr….” she explained before trying to ask for his name. She’d seen him around the pier from time to time, but she was having trouble placing him at the moment.

Taking another large sip of her drink, Meg couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the man. “I happen to be the assitant to the manager here, so he tends to let me drink whenever I’d like,” she told him smugly. The woman took a minute to look him over. Either he was way too drunk or he was trying way too hard. Honestly, if he just dialed it down a notch, she might even be interested. MIGHT. “An no. I can’t say that I have,” she finally answered abruptly.

“They put olympians to shame - but no, no reason to do that for everyone, only if it’s something they want to do” He winked “Rider - but you can call me Finn, or anything really, as long as you call me” he took another sip of his drink, shamelessly flirting with the pretty brunette “But we have a problem - I don’t have a name or a number to call you by” he smiled, pleased with himself

“A lady of power - very nice, do you have a title you’d like me to call you then? A miss, misteress, madam? Wait, no, madam is far too old for you” he watched her smirk spread across her lips and let his mind follow the thought of where those lips could go “Good - you wouldn’t need to. All joking aside - sorry if I gave you a fright, I wasn’t expecting to become a human chair either tonight” he smiled, letting a bit of the facade drop

#megara #he will never tone down anything #he's too rediculous

[finn-rider]

rayelledisneypier‌:

The handsome man before her said many things but she didn’t really heard anything with clarity after the word “beautiful”.

Her cheeks flared, suddenly feeling little too self conscious, yet way more shocked at his choice of words.

He couldn’t be serious, could he?

She waited, analyzing his features for any telling signs. Still nothing seemed particularly fake about him, his attitude towards her was simply baffling, no coworker had treated her like this. It was so strange to Rayelle.

But strange didn’t necessarily mean bad in this case.

“A sandwich w-wouldn’t hurt, I think.” Ignoring her mind for the moment, she stuttered, reminding herself a few times the beach is a safe and public place.

She turned the colour of a tomato and if Finn hadn’t had years of practice controling his impulses around girl, he’d have burst into laughter - although a small smile did escape his lips “Hardly, everbody’s got to eat - and this is probably the last night day before the weather turns” he winked, offering his elbow for her to hold while they walked (as if he was a gentleman).

He lead them to a space in the beach were the ferris wheel was visable and you could see the bustling crowds in the distance “There, this isn’t so bad now is it?” he looked at her and noticed how tense she seemed “You don’t get out much, do you?”

#rapunzel #he will shamelessly flirt

[finn-rider]

pajagan‌:

A low chuckle rumbled out of the man as he shook his head. “Sneaking as in not announcing yourself, my boy,” he tried to explain to the man. It wasn’t that he couldn’t see him in his peripheral view. It was that he had been too engrossed in his phone to notice the other’s presence. At the question, Jagan simply looked down at the phone he was now twirling in his hand. “This? I believe the younger generation calls it a phone,” he told him, looking back up with a smug smirk.

“I’ll remember to bring my trumpets and fan-fair next time then, for those who are hard of hearing” he joked lightly, sitting down near the other man with no invitation “You need help figuring that out old timer? It’s like a telegraph or morse code but you don’t need a messanger to send it” he lifted his bottle in offer to the other man “Care for a drink? Might unwind the coil you’ve got yourself and your shorts in”

#jafar #boy's cruising for a bruising #feel free to punch him

[finn-rider]

afrozen-heart‌:

Hans chuckled at the light joke that the other man had made. Of course, there was no need to proceed with his usual story of a love gone awry here. Not with this man. Not that it mattered whether he was a woman or not. Hanson didn’t care what you had between your legs as long as you provided a stepping stone for him in his advancements. He shot the other man a glance. A quick survey on whether or not he had anything he could offer or give him. From the looks of his scruffy appearance, Hans assumed there wasn’t anything if at all that this man could provide him with. Other than a good time, of course.

“You could say that,” Hans said with a soft chuckle, “You here for similar reasons? Or are you just a fan of the drink?”

“I’m a raging alcoholic, but in a fun way” he raised his glass slightly towards the other man before taking a good long sip of his drink “Can’t have people thinking I’m stable or reliable now” he scanned the man and his appearance, it was clear he was a ‘higher up’ and probably at work “You drink on the job or is this your downtime?” he smiled as a girl passed the pair, letting his eyes linger on her as she walked away “Because if you work here, I’d definitely like to chat about relocating to this bar.” He chuckled, turning back to the man “The Snugly doesn’t have this type of charming crowd”

He gave a sly grin “But Snugly has it’s own charms. No one ever checks up on it, so we get away with a lot more there” he winked at the man

#hans #these boys are trouble #if hans wants something #finn can definitely get it for him

[finn-rider]

forexer-young‌:

He drunk often, one of his favourite places was the Snugly Duckling, he wasn’t a fan of the fancier, high tone places. He didn’t fit in, this was much more home where he could just be himself. Walking up to the bar with a skip in his step he placed his hands on the bar top, drumming his fingers against the wood. “Surprise me Finn. But nothing gross.” Turning around for a moment he leant his elbows on the bar top, having to stand full height and not slouch just to achieve this calm and cool pose. Looking around the rest of the bar he mused out loud. “Quiet night huh?”

Spinning back aorund on his toes he tapped his knuckles against the bar in tune to the music playing quietly, not loud enough to be felt in your bones, but just present enough that you were aware of it. Leaning over the bar for a moment he watched what Finn was making for him, his brows lifting slightly as he wished he was that nimble with glass. Peter could run across any surface as though he was practically flying, he could pick most pockets without being caught, but anything involving glass, he broke. It was like he was destined to break fragile things.

Finn smiled at one of the new “regulars”. The kid was young, but could hold his drink. He nodded and started fixing an old fashioned, something a bit more mature than your tipical pint or cocktail. “For the minute - but then again, most evenings start this way. It’s too early for the evening crowd, and this isn’t exactly a family play now” he grinned and flipped a glass, catching it in mid air before popping it on the counter. At this point Finn could mix drinks and do tricks with his eyes closed, especially with the schedual Gothel had him working.

“Restless as per usual?” He handed over the drink to Peter “Take a sip of this, it should cool your twitching legs” he laughed lightly. “Hope you like orange” he watched around the room again before turning back to fake polishing glasses “What’s got you so ancy today? You’re always a fidget but this is particularly bad”

#peter pan #so i take 1000 years to respond but we're here now!

[finn-rider]

Finn took the seat, sliding himself into the tight cafe table before taking a better look at her. He was used to flirting with everyone - but this was a girl he’d be happy to continue flirting with. She had a strength about her, something calm too. It was all deep and unmoving. She was stubborn. Yes, that was it. And he liked a challenge. “Thank you very much for the seat” he flashed her a smile, knowingly turning on his charms “But the issue of the number, well I feel it absolutely must be resolved”

“I know most numbers are a various combinations of the abarbic numeric system from 0 to 9” he grinned, knowing he sounded at least a little clever, recycling information he heard from an episode of Who Wants to be a Millionaire? “So that might be a good place to start” he watched her intently over his coffee with a cheeky grin “But then again, a room number has far less digest to remember”

finn-rider‌:

It was Finn’s coffee break, and boy did he need one. As per usual The Snugly was understaffed so he was working a double shift. The cafe was packed - unsurprisingly so seats were short and he wasn’t bothered to walk all the way back to where the benches were by the rides with the screaming children. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a pretty brunette with her nose stuck in a book and an empty chair opposite her. Perfect. 

With a cool strut he glided over to the table “Excuse me,” he flashed her what he thought was one of his better smiles “I couldn’t help but notice you - and the spare seat - and was wondering if you could spare me your seat?” he tilted his head “If you’d like to lend me your number too, that would also be greatly appreciated”

Eyes flashing up to flick over the man interrupting her reading, Belle noted his handsome visage and nice smile, but his words drew a cocked eyebrow.  “The seat’s free,” she replied, turning her attention back down to the words on her next page.  “And I don’t have an issue with you using it.”  Cool golden hazel eyes shifted back up.  She had no illusions when it came to her looks.  Yes, she knew people found her pretty and attractive - that had been made patently obvious by both men and women any time she worked in public.  Few of them wanted to put in the work it took to get to know the person under the skin, so she grew used to brushing off any flirting.  It had become second nature by this point.  “But I doubt you could afford the effort it will take to get my number.”

#he has no shame and no filter #isabelle #belle

[finn-rider]

Finn chuckled lightly at the mans reply “Melt is a very subdue word, and I’ve seen more than just the ladies do so with that” he joked, pulling out and flipping a glass in the air before prepping the drink “Virgin for the virgin” he winked. Not often did he get a disheveled man sitting at his bar that wasn’t already drunk or on his way there

“So let me guess, you’re an artist or your lover just dumped you?” He smirked as grinned the pepper into the non-alcoholic drink. “There’s gotta be a reason for the guy liner and that hair, mate” he placed the drink down in front of the other man “Or at least a story to that outfit” he chortled

Another day at The Snugly Duckling, another shift, another drink served. Lately Gothel seemed to have been scheduling him for double so he was seeing a lot of the regular crowd. Most were totally fine, but some would struggle to handle their 12 pint and often needed help out of the door.

At the minute the bar wasn’t too busy, a few tables filled and a soft twilight streaming in through the windows. He’d just finished putting away a tray of clean glasses when, like a sixth sense, he felt someone walk up to the bar. Without skipping a beat, he threw the towel over his shoulder and flashed a smile

“Now, what can I get you tonight?”

#SO MUCH OF HIS FACE #ALL THE FACE #mik #bowlerhat guy #also yo

[finn-rider]

Finn chuckled “I mean, it really does depend on your type of work” he winked “I admire the skill and atheletic prowess that it takes to get up there, or here” he gestured respectively to the girl’s dancing onstage and that of his lap “It’s not for the faint hearted - or bodied”

He noted her drink, despite the fact that she was ‘working’. He cooly extended his arm to rest along the back of the couch, barely skimming her shoulders “So what is your work then? I’ve never know a lovely lady to drink on the job, at least none that required too much acrobatics - not that I’ve ever needed to pay for that type of pleasure.” He tilted his head towards her “What about yourself? Ever payed for the pleasure?”

( @finn-rider· ):

Finn had made it a habit of his to get to know the other bars - especially The Underworld. Something about it was just so enjoyable to be around. He’d gotten his well earned drink after a long shift at The Snugly and was ready to sit down and relax. Mere moments after he’d taken his seat, he’d been greated by a brunette sitting firmly down on his lap - not that he was complaining. Only, she seemed just as surprised to see him too. That was unusual for the girls here to be shocked at the patrons.

It soon became clear that she was not a dancer - but she was definitely pretty enough to have been one. He threw on a charming smile and let out a gentle laugh “No harm done - in fact that’s one of the nicer greatings I’ve had tonight.” He scooted over to make room for her to join him. “The table might not be empty - but it doesn’s mean you can’t sit here, unless you’d prefer my lap again? Or perhaps the table?” he teased

         ALMOST JUMPING BACK up, Meg turned around to scowl at the man. “I think you may have had too much to drink,” she said quickly before realizing she should have played along a bit more. With that thought, she forced herself to relax slightly, glancing him over as she tried to determine how much of her time he was worth. Finally, she sat down next to him and leaned forward. “I’m not sure it would be very appropriate for me to sit on your lap while I’m working,” she told him with a wink.

With a flip of her hair over her shoulders, Meg took another sip of her drink. “Are you satisfied with the dancers, though?” she asked curiously as she gestured back up to them with her eyes. After all, they were the ones he should be more interested in.

#MASSIVE FINN FACE #SO MUCH FACE #SO MUCH FINN #megara #meghan #also please feel free to slap him

[finn-rider]

Finn tilted his head at the blonde, as if sizing her up “Espresso Martini it is then” he grinned and flipped the coffee maker on as he settled back to the area of the bar near her, just as the brew got itself ready. “You seem to be somewhere else” he noted as her eyes wondered the bar, not fixing on anything or anyone.

“Long day then, Goldie?” He grinned, grabbing an already clean glass and wiping it down to make it look as if he was being productive. One of his many skills. “You know, if you need a little jump start, there’s a lot of people around here who could offer you more than coffee to keep you going” he smirked “Unless you wanna attract that type, best stay alert” he turned and took the hot coffee, the alcohol and the cream, turning it all into a slick drink in a tall glass “For the frosty lady” he caught her eye and chuckled “Come now, I’ve had ice blocks give me a warmer greating”

finn-rider‌:

Another day at The Snugly Duckling, another shift, another drink served. Lately Gothel seemed to have been scheduling him for double so he was seeing a lot of the regular crowd. Most were totally fine, but some would struggle to handle their 12 pint and often needed help out of the door.

At the minute the bar wasn’t too busy, a few tables filled and a soft twilight streaming in through the windows. He’d just finished putting away a tray of clean glasses when, like a sixth sense, he felt someone walk up to the bar. Without skipping a beat, he threw the towel over his shoulder and flashed a smile

“Now, what can I get you tonight?”

The day had been a long one for Elisa, her eyes were almost closing even as she walked into The Snugly Duckling. She was going to be meeting a friend there but as always she was earlier, much earlier. 

She made her way over to the bar, sitting down at it with her elbows resting on it, humming softly to herself. It was the sound of the bartenders voice that brought her out of the little day dream she was in. “Anything that will keep me awake or alert until my friend gets here.”

#MASSIVE GIF BECAUSE I’M ON MOBILE BUT GOD BLESS #SO MUCH OF MY BOY’S FACE #also hey #feel free to slap him or make him slip on ice #he deserves it #elsa #elisa

[finn-rider]

Finn laughed lightly at her obvious fluster - she was a meal girl. That also meant an easy target. He almost felt bad, but he knew he’d also show her a good time no matter what so that brief moment of hesitation quickly fluttered away. Without missing a beat, Finn whipped out a wallet he’d lifted from some park-goer earlier and handed over a crisp 20. “I’ll have a double chocolate and mint - and then whatever she wants, with sprinkles” he winked back at the timid brunette.

There was something endearing about how unnerved she seemed - almost like she’d never really seen a person of the opposite sex. He paid and got he change for the ice creams and casually placed his arm around her shoulders “You seem stressed, Apple” he winked - giving her a nickname with little thought to it. “Let me guess, you’re knew right? Never been in a place this big - so many people, they’re all new and scary?” He glanced down slyly at her and shrugged “If you’d like, I could show you the ropes”

finn-rider‌:

He had next to no idea on how he wound up exploring the various stalls and food shops along The Pier. Perhaps it was because it was one of his only days off and he was still very interested in keeping a low profile and his head attached to his neck.

This was the third sweet-themed shop he had gone into, and while he didn’t particularly care for sweet things himself, he did have a taste for the lovely ladies that did. With a crystal clear laugh ringing through the shop, every gaze - including Finn’s - went immediately to the petite brunette it belonged to. He couldn’t help but grin at her delight “You offering to buy me a cone of that or should I do you the favour?”

☆ﾟ*·ﾟBLINKING, SAMMIE STARED at the man in front of her. He was beautiful, but she couldn’t bring herself to say any words. She wasn’t really very good at talking to beautiful men. Actually, she wasn’t very good at talking to men in general. How in the world did you even start doing that? All that was happening was her cheeks flushing, turning a bright strawberry color. But he knew what to say and how to talk. It made her jealous. Biting the corner of her lip, she chuckled awkwardly. “Oh, do you want a cone? I can… yeah, I can get you one or uhm… you can too. I don’t know,” she responded. 

Letting her face fall into her hand, Sammie knew she’d sounded like a complete idiot. What in the world was she going to do now? He’d tell everyone about her and she’d be the laughing stock of the entire pier. Her breath quickened as she stood there, hoping that he’d actually say something that would make her feel a little less like an idiot, a coward, and all those words you’d expect. Sammie was far too innocent and gentle for a place like this, but she knew that was exactly why she needed to be there. “Sorry. I’m not… I’m not good at talking to pretty guys,” she stated, her voice soft and gentle.

#massive gif because i’m on mobiel #i apologize to you and everyone on the dash #also he a slut #i’m not sorry about that #sammie #samantha #snow white

[finn-rider]

Even “dressed down” Finn could see that this many was out of place. Even his haircut was too nice for The Snugly. “You want strong?” Finn turned towards the top shelf and took a good look and the fancier stuff “Well we have a good Russian vodka that will make you forget the night. We have a Gin that will make you forget the week if you need it” he turned around to the man and grinned - clearly mischief twinkling in his eyes “Else we have a Tequila that will make you forget your own name. So then, Boss, what’ll it be?”

Finn nodded at the man’s choice and fixed him his drink, constantly keeping him in his peripheral. Everything about this man seemed tight and tense “Hey, Boss, you need to loosen up - get a girl or a guy-  but mainly get laid. You might consider hitting The Underworld after this and see if they can get something else stiff that isn’t your spine.”

Another day at The Snugly Duckling, another shift, another drink served. Lately Gothel seemed to have been scheduling him for double so he was seeing a lot of the regular crowd. Most were totally fine, but some would struggle to handle their 12 pint and often needed help out of the door.

At the minute the bar wasn’t too busy, a few tables filled and a soft twilight streaming in through the windows. He’d just finished putting away a tray of clean glasses when, like a sixth sense, he felt someone walk up to the bar. Without skipping a beat, he threw the towel over his shoulder and flashed a smile

“Now, what can I get you tonight?”

#hayden #no gif because i’m Mobile #hades #he’s a little shit and will probably get slapped

[finn-rider]

AWKWARD WAY OF REBLOGING VIA MOBILE

“Thinking she must be standing in the way of the stranger’s conversation, Rayelle moved aside. It made her uncomfortable to make someone else uncomfortable. Except she realized the gaze of the man followed her, as he spoke.Confusion written all over her features, Rayelle turned around to check if the stranger was talking to someone else. He must be, everyone was always so busy to pay any attention to her. Which made the Pier absolutely perfect.But nope. No one was standing behind her.

“Oh” she quietly mouthed, resisting the urge to play with her hair like she did whenever she was nervous. “I didn’t realize- uh, yeah. I’m new here.” Rayelle smiled at his kind tone, with slight surprise she might add. No one used that tone voice with her. It was… nice.But wait, what did he ask her?!?Why would anyone want to have lunch with her? And in the beach of all places. That’s where you go with people you care about, and Rayelle didn’t have particularly impressive qualities.

For a moment, her mother’s words continued to ring in her head, but he wasn’t some weirdo in the world, he was a… coworker, right? Common curtsey? It’s not weird to talk to your coworkers… is it?“The beach? Whoa, um, that’s- Really? Lunch with me? Are you… are you sure?” She stuttered, before she could even stop herself. Although she knew he was a total stranger, Rayelle found herself hoping he wouldn’t notice the subtle tremor in her voice at such simple question.”

FLYNN’S REPLY 

The girl’s surprise was almost as amusing as her physicality. She turned around as if someone else was the point of contact - but no, she was indeed the intended participant. Finn stopped himself, barely, from laughing in her face and instead tried to turn on the charm. 

“Come now - you can’t be surprised that someone would want to spend time with someone as beautiful as you” he gave her a saucy wink “Now I could totally understand if you’d rather not have lunch with a total stranger - but we do work together, and once we have lunch, and maybe dinner, and then who knows” he raised his eyebrows and tilted his head “we wouldn’t be strangers anymore”

He lifted the sandwiches, one in her direction and another towards the beach “So shall we, Little Mouse?” He teased

Painting a realistic sword shouldn't be as difficult as this, why is it taking me so long? Rayelle sighed, looking at the new prop she was asked to make. She'd painted a few swords before and sure, this one wasn't particularly ugly, but it lacked something so far. The metallic paint was in place, the handle was decent, but... something was still too plain in her opinion, except she couldn't put her finger on what.

Maybe a little break wouldn't hurt? Or perhaps someone around the Pier could give her a second opinion?

After ten more minutes of analyzing the sword, with one more sigh, Rayelle left the paint brush on the table, before washing her hands. She knew it was time for a snack whenever she hit a deadend in an artistic process. Not forgetting her previous ideas, she took a picture of her work and pocketed her phone. Who knows, maybe she'd find someone else from the Crafters team?

Fixing her hair a bit, she began to hunt down for a snack, taking a walk around the Pier.

#Rapunzel #rayelle #if there’s anything you don’t understand about his trash flirting then hit me up

[finn-rider]

Another day at The Snugly Duckling, another shift, another drink served. Lately Gothel seemed to have been scheduling him for double so he was seeing a lot of the regular crowd. Most were totally fine, but some would struggle to handle their 12 pint and often needed help out of the door.

At the minute the bar wasn’t too busy, a few tables filled and a soft twilight streaming in through the windows. He’d just finished putting away a tray of clean glasses when, like a sixth sense, he felt someone walk up to the bar. Without skipping a beat, he threw the towel over his shoulder and flashed a smile

“Now, what can I get you tonight?”

#thedisneypieropen #thedisneypierstarter #let's do this! all are welcome #he will flirt with anyone #feel free to slap him if he gets too cheeky #he'd probably like it