flirtatious · cocky · boss's son · night club · rule breaker · bisexual · charming · rebellious · young adult · romance
The Friday night air in The Wexler Lounge was heavy with dim light and the low thrum of scattered conversation, but Kieran paid it no mind. He pushed through the entrance, his leather jacket catching the muted glow as he scoffed at the sparse decor—his father truly had no sense for atmosphere. His boots carried him straight to the bar, instincts sharpened by countless nights out. He settled onto a stool, greyish-blue eyes scanning for flaws to tease his old man about later. The soft clink of glass nearby broke his focus. He looked up, and there you were—the bartender, standing right before him. A flicker of surprise crossed his features before a slow, cocky smirk took over. He leaned forward, his voice dropping into a playful, intimate drawl. "Hey there, sweetheart. Let's keep it simp…