#if you're busy that second a quick 'talk later' will suffice

[redrobin-detective]

One thing that infuriates me about modern life is, for how terminally online everyone is, people are terrible at answering messages. I communicate primarily through texts, show love through ‘thinking of you’ messages, ask important time sensitive questions over the phone. I don’t need answers back right away but when days past without response it passes rude into disheartening. Nothing infuriates me more than following up in person on a text I sent a week before and getting ‘oh lol sorry forgot’

#this is exclusively irl stuff #I know online friendships are weird with different time zones and in and out of fandoms #but people are Constantly on their phones #if I message you about an important work question I expect an answer within a day #if you're busy that second a quick 'talk later' will suffice #just being flat out ignored its mad and hurtful #still lowkey upset that I messaged a friend when I was Really bad with covid asking her advice #and she never responded back #like to me that is very tellin #my attempts to keep in contact with people I dont see every day with lil Thinking of You messages #also get ignored and then when I do see them its 'omg hi why don't we keep in contact more' #well I'M TRYING I guess it really is lip service #idk this has been an issue my whole life #I consider punctuality and consideration to be incredibly important #I dont care if it takes you hours or even a day or 2 to get back to me #but to repeatedly always be ghosted sometimes just exhausts me #like Im throwing my love into the air and watching it evaporate into nothing

[akysio]

Room for Coincidence - Chapter 2

(@enviep1 on instagram)

Summary: Coincidentally, you’re reunited with one of the gentlemen from that night. Due to the bar across the street stealing his friend’s customers, the man decides to see what’s so good about this new bar.

Characters: Guess who, Reader.

Rating: Mature, minors DNI

Warnings: language, slight dirty talk

Notes: yeah this is no slow burn I physically can’t write one

MANHATTAN, NEW YORK

THURSDAY 10TH SEPTEMBER, 2021

Erwin was a powerful man, well-known by all relevant people in Manhattan. He was loyal, too. And when his buddy’s bar was getting put out of business by a new bar across the street, he decided to go scope the place out.

The bar was completely packed for a Thursday night, and he wondered why everyone decided to cram in here instead of finding another bar. It was intimate, red bulbs lighting the place up, the atmosphere would be relaxed had there been a lesser crowd.

It somehow felt like a cheap, old gritty Brooklyn apartment, but taking a quick look at the cocktail menu said otherwise. Booths were full, the bar barely had any room to creep in and order a drink.

But he managed through, patting someone’s shoulder as he made space for himself.

He raised two fingers, signalling for the male bartender to serve him next as the man notices and quickly nods… until a rag is thrown on the surface in front of him.

“What can I get for you, handsome?” You casually flirt, unbeknownst to you who the man you’re serving was.

He looks up, eyebrows raised with a smile - but he sees your eyes, your red lipstick, and his smile widens.

“Well I’ll be damned,” he draws out, looking you up and down. You furrow your eyebrows for a moment before realising.

Holy shit.

Your mouth drops open. “Thought you didn’t recognise me for a second,” he chuckles.

“I… Of course, I’d never forget your face. Where’s your friend?” You nervously let out, “It’s uh, Smith, right?”

“Erwin Smith, you’ve got a fine memory, Cherry.” His lips curl as he recites the nickname. “Levi is… busy. I’m just here to see what all the attention was about and now… I understand.”

“I see… So what can I get for you, Mr Smith?” You look deeply into his eyes, seeing his admiration for you. You’d love to know more about this man, about why he seemed to be so keen on you, but it was a busy night and people were waiting for you.

“Your real name, your number, anything about you will suffice,” he smiles.

You sigh, leaning on the bar with your head in your hands. “Mr Smith, I get off at 10 - do with that information as you please,” you wink.

“I’ll be back in…” He checks his Hublot watch, 8:30 PM. “An hour, let’s say?”

You innocently shrug, unable to conceal your excitement as you watch him nod and leave the bar with a spring in his step.

He returns exactly an hour later, just like he said. This time, with an overcoat, draped over his shoulder and his tie slightly loosened.

It’s a lot quieter now, he sits on a barstool at the edge of the bar and watches you work. You’re fast, incredibly fast. You pour delicately yet swiftly, there’s always a smile on your face unless you're concentrating on the drink, you handle people well; flirting, being friendly, calming people down. You’re a very charming person and he likes that.

“She’s good, isn’t she?”

Erwin’s head whips around to the bartender in front of him, “yeah.” He let out with a chuckle.

“Pulls in a whole lot of people, the most customers we’ve had in the past 3 years. Pretty one too, huh?” Erwin agrees far too quickly. “Anyways, what can I get ya?”

“Scotch on the rocks, please.” Erwin politely asks, pulling out his wallet and slipping his card into two fingers.

“No tab?”

“No, I’ll only be having one drink.” Erwin grits his teeth, watching you get hit on by a couple of frat boys. “What’s her name?”

“Nobody except the boss knows, she goes by ‘Cherry’ though,” the man replies and Erwin hums in response.

The bartender is whisked away by more customers, and you find Erwin sipping on his drink, smiling to himself.

“What are you smiling at?” You tease, startling him a little.

“I’m just thinking about the night I met you. Levi’s name stuck, huh?” Erwin voices, you blush.

“Yeah, I liked it I guess.”

“Uh-huh. So, what are you doing in Manhattan?” He asks.

“I just finished school here, Vegas was temporary - I just needed money,” you answer.

“How long has it been, 2-3 years?” You nod, “Christ. And when did you move here?”

You wipe the surface in front of him, pretending to be busy so your colleague doesn’t dump any customers on you - not that there really was any new.

“After that night I worked my ass off to get into a University in New York, and I moved about a month later. I just finished school, and now I’m here waiting for a real job opportunity,” you smile.

“I see, and do you still…” He tries to think of a way to phrase the question.

“Dance? No, I left that part of my life in Vegas.”

“Okay. Do you still think of that night?” He asks, hesitantly.

You clear your throat, deciding to be truthful. “It comes up..”

“Well shit, it comes up for me too sweetheart,” he smirks.

“I’ve never thought about getting with two guys before, but that night… I probably would have done it if I hadn’t been dancing for hours straight…”

“Is that so?” He smirks behind the glass he takes a sip out of.

“Of course. You and Levi were attractive… You still are, I don’t know about Levi, but you; definitely…”

“I’m flattered, sweetheart. I can assure you Levi hasn’t aged a bit in the past 10 years,” he chuckles. “And you… You’re looking as breathtaking as ever.”

“Oh please, save the sweet-talking for later,” you blush.

“There’s gonna be a later?” He punches the air, and you chuckle.

“I mean,” you lean closer on the bar, toying with his tie. “Only if you want there to be…”

He glances at the time, 9:55. “Of course I do, sweetheart. Drinks at mine?”

You bite your lip, thinking about it for a moment to make him nervous. He does in fact tense up before you smile and nod. “Let me finish my shift and I’ll come to find you, kay?”

He takes your hand in his and leads you to the car park. The cold wind turns your nose red, he finds you adorable.

His car is a sleek, black Mercedes Benz sports car, you don’t know the details - you only know he’s rich, very rich to be driving a car like this around.

“Nice ride,” you muse, knowing it was more than a ‘nice ride.’

“Thanks, buddy,” he bites back, causing you to snort.

He opens the door for you, you smile and slide into his car. It was clean, minimal, expensive - there was nothing else to say.

He copies you, firing up the engine immediately and reversing out of the parking lot, his arm wrapped around your seat as he turns around to watch his back.

Everything about this man was attractive; his success, his voice, his hands, body, hair, face, everything. You found yourself more excited than you were last time.

His slender fingers push the gear stick, delicately turn the wheel, and then rest on your thigh.

“So, is there anything I should know about before we…?”

“Before we what, Mr Smith?” You innocently reply.

His tongue pokes his cheek, “you’re trouble.”

“You only just realised?” You jest, and he huffs in amusement.

“Is there anything you don’t like? Or do like? Or, have my intentions been misinterpreted? Anything like that?” He explains slowly, careful to not alarm you if the latter was correct.

“I like to be fucked hard if that’s what you’re asking.”

He squeezes your thigh slightly, “That’s all I wanted to hear.”

“And you? Is there anything you need to tell me?”

“Yes actually, not regarding this situation though. Considering what you said earlier about ‘wanting to get with two guys’… I thought you ought to know that Levi is engaged now.” He let out, stroking your thigh.

“I figured one of you would be off-limits,” you smile. You were a little disappointed - but after talking to Erwin, you won’t need another man to please you.

“I’m glad we understand each other.”

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