When the bar got busy Ashley could be found near the back, sitting on the dark blue leather couch, feet up on the coffee table. Phone in hand scrolling or his laptop resting on his knees as he played a game. He could be at home doing this but why? Ashley likes to be around people, he's a notorious social butterfly and flirt. The bar has a moody, sexy vibe that he loves and a great crowd.
Feet on the table, crossed at the ankles, he has a comfortable, lazy posture. One hand holds a rocks glass half full, smelling of a smoky, well aged bourbon that he's slowly sipping on. It's hot outside and Ash hates to wear clothes but he promised he would keep his shirt on, if you could call it that. The black tank top he wears is cut deep on the sides, nearly to the waist of his well worn, ripped up jeans. His other hand, propped up on the arm of the couch, hold his phone, scrolling TikTok, laughing to himself.
Of course he hangs out here A LOT, feel free to come chat.
Feet on the table, crossed at the ankles, he has a comfortable, lazy posture. One hand holds a rocks glass half full, smelling of a smoky, well aged bourbon that he's slowly sipping on. It's hot outside and Ash hates to wear clothes but he promised he would keep his shirt on, if you could call it that. The black tank top he wears is cut deep on the sides, nearly to the waist of his well worn, ripped up jeans. His other hand, propped up on the arm of the couch, hold his phone, scrolling TikTok, laughing to himself.