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โŒ˜ โ€‹๐Ÿ‡พโ€‹โ€‹๐Ÿ‡ดโ€‹โ€‹๐Ÿ‡บโ€‹ โ€‹๐Ÿ‡ฐโ€‹โ€‹๐Ÿ‡ณโ€‹โ€‹๐Ÿ‡ดโ€‹โ€‹๐Ÿ‡ผโ€‹ โ€‹๐Ÿ‡ผโ€‹โ€‹๐Ÿ‡ญโ€‹โ€‹๐Ÿ‡ชโ€‹โ€‹๐Ÿ‡ทโ€‹โ€‹๐Ÿ‡ชโ€‹ โ€‹๐Ÿ‡นโ€‹โ€‹๐Ÿ‡ดโ€‹ โ€‹๐Ÿ‡ซโ€‹โ€‹๐Ÿ‡ฎโ€‹โ€‹๐Ÿ‡ณโ€‹โ€‹๐Ÿ‡ฉโ€‹ โ€‹๐Ÿ‡ฒโ€‹โ€‹๐Ÿ‡ชโ€‹... โŒ˜ โŒ˜ ๐˜‰๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ' ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ... โŒ˜ -๐“ฅ

The lounge shut down for the night, he had been letting the old, restored jukebox play on as he wiped down a pretty little glass after washing it. Pausing as the words of a new song catch his attention. Gaze falling with the glass as he slowly lowers it down, resting it on the same counter he had-

Piping sweet, fluffy lemon whipcream into strawberry schnapps shots. Light & sweet, it should be a perfectly refreshing little treat. ...hm, oh! That rhymedโ™ช He rather likes it, perhaps he'll make it into a little slogan or something... Humming the words to himself under his breath.

Heโ€™s got the place closed for customers, but otherwise open. Itโ€™s a good day for whatever he has planned, the big man just making sure the place is well cleaned. Hair all up in a tall bun, sleeves rolled up high, heโ€™s humming to himself as he pushes the lounge seats back into place.

๐•Š๐•š๐•โฒ๐•”๐• โณ@dirtylittlething.bsky.social ยท 2y ago

( Scurrying to his Hound's. Carrying a shitton of snacks and other ingredients for both cooking /and/ mixology. )