Collegiate-boys - Blog Posts

mason.

Grant arched an eyebrow. “You’re giving me a ninety dollar tip on a ten dollar drink?” he asked, shrugging and slipping the money into his pocket. “Not gonna complain about that,” he grinned.

"I've got the money to spend. I'm not greedy." Ryder gave the younger boy a wink. "Long as you give me a couple more, the money's all yours." He shrugged keeping his gaze on the other male. "I'm Ryder. You look a bit young to be serving alcohol."

grant.

Grant shrugged. It was shit alcohol, but it did the job. “Right,” he said, taking the hundred and frowning slightly. No one who came to this bar paid with hundreds. But it seemed real. So he poured the shot and gave Ryder his change. “There you are,”

“Keep it.” Ryder insisted about the change he was about to be given back. “You seem to be working hard.” He grabbed the shot glass and tilted his head back as the alcohol slid down his throat with a burning pleasure.

grant.

“We got everclear,” Grant said with a small smirk, his thumb jabbing back towards where the liquor was. “It’s shit but it’ll do that if you want it to,”

"I'll take it." Ryder agreed with a smirk of his own, handing the male a $100 bill. "Long as it fucks me up, I don't care how it tastes."

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"What's the strongest shit you sell here? I want to get shit-faced." Ryder asked the bartender as he took a seat and pulled his phone from his back pocket.