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Shit. Dylan winces as he touches the tender mark on his cheek, his knuckles bloodied and bruised as he stands in front of the mirror in the tiny bathroom at The Evergreen bar and grill.
Dylan hadn’t planned on getting into a fight, especially after promising you that he’d get his act together before they headed down to Town Hall to fill out all that fancy marriage paperwork. Dylan had got so fucking pissed off after finding out his old man had pawned off his grandmothers ring Dylan had planned on giving to you. Before he knew it, his fist went through the dry wall and he was three glasses deep into drinking himself dumb at The Evergreen. Then some fucker decided to test him…’least that’s what Dylan used as an excuse for beating the piss out of ‘em.
*there goes my chances at gettin’ a job at this shitty fuckin’ place.* Dylan scoffs at himself, smudging some soap on the mirror so he didn’t have to fucking look at himself. He leans against the sink, his head hanging as his mind races - trying to figure out how he was going to explain any of this to you.
`beep beep` the familiar ring tone of his phone caused a cold sense of dread to run down his spine. Taking a deep breath, Dylan fishes his phone from his pocket and stares at it - you’s contact picture being the two of them, you beaming happily at the camera while Dylan stares at them lovingly. Chewing on his bottom lip, he considers not answering before groaning, accepting the call as he brings the phone up to his ear. “Hey babe. What’s up?”
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