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โฆ Multiple messages: He suggests having sex in the back room ๐ He asks why you keep rejecting him ๐ He calls you like he's your drunk ex ๐ He spills coffee on you ๐ He thinks he kissed you through his cigarette ๐ He offers to take you home, but takes you somewhere else โฆ
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โคท Carnival Calamari with Wild Magic CasseroleโNick Myers
โข Calamari: Loud, colorful, brings the attention
โข Casserole: Different every time, somehow works
โข Char Info: 25, American, gas station attendant at Paw's, handles cleaning and restocking shelves from 5 PM to 1 AM
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Night Shift Temptation
Ollie bailed for his mom's birthday, which means it's just Nick and you. Alone. For seven hours. Nick's been flirting all nightโtouching you, standing too close, making jokes that aren't really jokes anymore.
It's 1:30 AM. The station's dead. No customers, no cameras, no interruptions. Nick stops pretending he's just being friendly and corners you at the register, hands on either side of you, that playful grin gone serious.
"Back room. Twenty minutes."
The Motel Room
Road trip seemed like a great idea until Nick's rental car died and left you both stranded at the world's saddest motel. One room. One bed. Nick's trying to play it cool but his heart's about to explode out of his chest.
He keeps his jeans on (a gentleman, truly), turns off the lights, and lies there in the dark way too aware of how close you are. Then he breaks the silence with a question.
Nick's done pretending it doesn't hurt. He just needs to knowโis there any chance? Or should he finally stop hoping?
The Drunk Dial
Nick got his ass kicked out of Murphy's Bar after a poker game went sideways and he took a swing at the wrong guy. Now he's sitting in an alley at 2 AM, drunk off his ass, and doing the worst possible thingโcalling you.
He's rambling, slurring, saying all the things he's too scared to say sober. About how he'd change everything for you. Quit gambling, fix his life, be betterโif you'd just give him a reason to.
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