so a gay American and a Hungarian maid buy a gay bar...
Who: Alfred and Elizaveta
When: December 18th, 3am
Where: Liz's Apartment
What: The two new prospective owners of Cheuca have a night to themselves doing each others hair, dressing up, talking about boys and the awesomeness that comes with owning the only gay bar in town.
Hair straighteners were weird.
The idea of ironing your hair to keep it straight was weird. Of course, he was the with bow tied around the base of his cowlick. Elizaveta sat between his legs while he occupied the only couch in her living room, her back to him as he attempted to figure out the strange flattening machine she'd passed him. "This is reallllllllllllllly weird Liz," he said, clamping a piece of her hair in the iron, quickly letting go as smoke curled from it. He was going to light her head on fire at this rate... "Can't you just wear it up? That's professional looking." Wasn't it? Girls were so hard to deal with sometimes.
Sitting in the middle of the Hungarian's living room, tweaked out on Red Bull while they revised their proposal and offer for the Cheuca, Alfred had to wonder if they even wanted to look professional. Dressing up in suits was fun and all but what if they were looking for people with more... Raveness? More neon less grey? He'd voice this concern to her but she was starting hard at a piece of paper and mumbling to herself under her breath. She was focused.
Alfred sighed to himself, attempting to straighten another piece of the long brown hair. Too bad he had a boyfriend (and was gay) or he'd totally be scoring right now.
When: December 18th, 3am
Where: Liz's Apartment
What: The two new prospective owners of Cheuca have a night to themselves doing each others hair, dressing up, talking about boys and the awesomeness that comes with owning the only gay bar in town.
Hair straighteners were weird.
The idea of ironing your hair to keep it straight was weird. Of course, he was the with bow tied around the base of his cowlick. Elizaveta sat between his legs while he occupied the only couch in her living room, her back to him as he attempted to figure out the strange flattening machine she'd passed him. "This is reallllllllllllllly weird Liz," he said, clamping a piece of her hair in the iron, quickly letting go as smoke curled from it. He was going to light her head on fire at this rate... "Can't you just wear it up? That's professional looking." Wasn't it? Girls were so hard to deal with sometimes.
Sitting in the middle of the Hungarian's living room, tweaked out on Red Bull while they revised their proposal and offer for the Cheuca, Alfred had to wonder if they even wanted to look professional. Dressing up in suits was fun and all but what if they were looking for people with more... Raveness? More neon less grey? He'd voice this concern to her but she was starting hard at a piece of paper and mumbling to herself under her breath. She was focused.
Alfred sighed to himself, attempting to straighten another piece of the long brown hair. Too bad he had a boyfriend (and was gay) or he'd totally be scoring right now.