Takaba froze, while his mind was in

Takaba froze, while his mind was in panic. The women questioned each other, looking puzzled.

"Oh yeah, I left my phone in my blazer."

The woman got up and retrieved the item of clothing, then went into detail about the guy texting her. Takaba was not listening to any of this, as he couldn't hear it over his heartbeat and inward sighs of relief.

"…That bastard…" Takaba muttered, while quickly retrieving a new tub of ice and heading back to the bar.

The suffering boy hobbled over to the counter, much to Asami's amusement. Takaba slammed an empty glass onto the wooden surface and glared at the man. His erection straining against his trousers making moving uncomfortable now, which he was sure the older man knew. He put the ice cubes into the glass and then grabbed the whisky, shakily pouring the liquid over the ice and everywhere else, before his legs gave way and he was on his knees, clinging onto the edge of the bar. Takaba started breathing quickly.

"A-Asami you…have got…to t-take it out." He whined biting back a betraying moan.

"I can't do that, Takaba, touching you while your working, it might distract you." Asami finished his drink and stood up. "Be nice to the other customers, won't you." The older man leaned over, grabbed the back of Takaba's head and pulled him in for a rough, lustful kiss. The boy became more aroused as their tongues entwined and massaged against each other.

When Takaba came back to his senses, Asami was walking towards the exit.

"W-wait, where are you going!?" The boy cried, while trying to pick himself up off the floor. Literally.

"I'll be back to collect you when your shift ends."

Takaba went wide eyed, "That's another four hours!"

Asami continued walking and raised a hand briefly in goodbye.

"NOOOOO, DON'T GO! ASAMIIIII!"

"Shut up you bloody hooligan!" An elderly man made his way over and sat down at the bar. "I want a White Rum not a damn headache."

Takaba instantly snapped from his begging state, appalled at himself, before yanking off his name tag throwing it down on the bar.

"Get it yourself- I quit." And with that the boy turned on his heal, trying to storm away angrily, but only managing an uneasy limp.

MWHAHAHA! Am I torturing you? lol. No 'all-the-way' in this chapter. :D

Thanking Secret Ritsuka for putting 'meat on the bones' in this chapter (me being willing or not)

Never thought I would have to research drinks for a fanfiction, but all the ones I stated are proper drinks! I was amazed at some of the dodgy names.

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Takaba froze, while his mind was in panic. The women questioned each other, looking puzzled."Oh yeah, I left my phone in my blazer."The woman got up and retrieved the item of clothing, then went into detail about the guy texting her. Takaba was not listening to any of this, as he couldn't hear it over his heartbeat and inward sighs of relief."…That bastard…" Takaba muttered, while quickly retrieving a new tub of ice and heading back to the bar.The suffering boy hobbled over to the counter, much to Asami's amusement. Takaba slammed an empty glass onto the wooden surface and glared at the man. His by PhraseFinder"> erection straining against his trousers making moving uncomfortable now, which he was sure the older man knew. He put the ice cubes into the glass and then grabbed the whisky, shakily pouring the liquid over the ice and everywhere else, before his legs gave way and he was on his knees, clinging onto the edge of the bar. Takaba started breathing quickly."A-Asami you…have got…to t-take it out." He whined biting back a betraying moan."I can't do that, Takaba, touching you while your working, it might distract you." Asami finished his drink and stood up. "Be nice to the other customers, won't you." The older man leaned over, grabbed the back of Takaba's head and pulled him in for a rough, lustful kiss. The boy became more aroused as their tongues entwined and massaged against each other.Khi Takaba trở lại cảm giác của mình, Asami đã đi bộ hướng tới lối ra."W-chờ đã, anh đi đâu!?" Cậu bé khóc, trong khi cố gắng để nhấc mình ra sàn nhà. Theo nghĩa đen."Tôi sẽ là trở lại để thu thập bạn khi thay đổi của bạn kết thúc."Takaba đã đi rộng mắt, "Đó là một bốn giờ!"Asami tiếp tục đi bộ và lớn lên tay một thời gian ngắn trong lời tạm biệt."NOOOOO, ĐỪNG! ASAMIIIII!""Đóng lên bạn đẫm máu hooligan!" Một người đàn ông cao tuổi thực hiện theo cách của mình trong và ngồi xuống tại quầy bar. "Tôi muốn một Rum trắng không phải là một nhức đầu damn."Takaba ngay lập tức bị gãy của mình ngoại ăn xin, appalled lúc mình, trước khi yanking của ông tên thẻ ném nó xuống trên thanh lại."Làm cho nó cho mình - tôi bỏ." Và với điều đó cậu bé đã bật chữa lành của mình, cố gắng để bão lập tức giận dữ, nhưng chỉ quản lý một nhao khó chịu.MWHAHAHA! Tôi tra tấn bạn? Không.. Không có 'tất cả-the-way' trong chương này. : DCám ơn bí mật Ritsuka cho đặt 'thịt trên xương' trong chương này (tôi là sẵn sàng hoặc không)Không bao giờ nghĩ rằng tôi đã có thể nghiên cứu các thức uống cho một fanfiction, nhưng tất cả những cái tôi đã nói là thức uống thích hợp! Tôi đã ngạc nhiên trước một số tên tinh ranh.

Kết quả (Việt) 2:

Takaba froze, while his mind was in panic. The women questioned each other, looking puzzled.

"Oh yeah, I left my phone in my blazer."

The woman got up and retrieved the item of clothing, then went into detail about the guy texting her. Takaba was not listening to any of this, as he couldn't hear it over his heartbeat and inward sighs of relief.

"…That bastard…" Takaba muttered, while quickly retrieving a new tub of ice and heading back to the bar.

The suffering boy hobbled over to the counter, much to Asami's amusement. Takaba slammed an empty glass onto the wooden surface and glared at the man. His by PhraseFinder"> erection straining against his trousers making moving uncomfortable now, which he was sure the older man knew. He put the ice cubes into the glass and then grabbed the whisky, shakily pouring the liquid over the ice and everywhere else, before his legs gave way and he was on his knees, clinging onto the edge of the bar. Takaba started breathing quickly.

"A-Asami you…have got…to t-take it out." He whined biting back a betraying moan.

"I can't do that, Takaba, touching you while your working, it might distract you." Asami finished his drink and stood up. "Be nice to the other customers, won't you." The older man leaned over, grabbed the back of Takaba's head and pulled him in for a rough, lustful kiss. The boy became more aroused as their tongues entwined and massaged against each other.

When Takaba came back to his senses, Asami was walking towards the exit.

"W-wait, where are you going!?" The boy cried, while trying to pick himself up off the floor. Literally.

"I'll be back to collect you when your shift ends."

Takaba went wide eyed, "That's another four hours!"

Asami continued walking and raised a hand briefly in goodbye.

"NOOOOO, DON'T GO! ASAMIIIII!"

"Shut up you bloody hooligan!" An elderly man made his way over and sat down at the bar. "I want a White Rum not a damn headache."

Takaba instantly snapped from his begging state, appalled at himself, before yanking off his name tag throwing it down on the bar.

"Get it yourself- I quit." And with that the boy turned on his heal, trying to storm away angrily, but only managing an uneasy limp.

MWHAHAHA! Am I torturing you? lol. No 'all-the-way' in this chapter. :D

Thanking Secret Ritsuka for putting 'meat on the bones' in this chapter (me being willing or not)

Never thought I would have to research drinks for a fanfiction, but all the ones I stated are proper drinks! I was amazed at some of the dodgy names.