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and run.

"do you guys sell cocktails in here?"

you're watching from the taps, swirling the glass around so that you get a nice amount of head on the larger. the poor girl is batting her eyes at deran, like that'll help her case.

you almost snort.

and deran just about manages to shake his head no before you step in. handing the customer their beer, taking over for him. it's not that kind of bar, he tries to say every time. and every time you step in.

"what do you need, honey?" you ask her, leaning against the counter top. it's too tall for you to do it comfortably, but you make it work.

"two pornstar martinis?" the girl asks, her attention on you. she bats her eyelashes, just like she did at deran, and you nod.

you grab your shaker, fill it with ice. you fill it with the liquid you need, put the top on and begin shaking it.

deran's bar wasn't equipped for serving cocktails before you started working there. you put the shakers and the mixtures on the order sheet, you put the cocktail list up for when you were on shift, ready to make them.

there's a guy sat at the bar, beside the brooding, curly haired man you call your boyfriend. he's not local, you can tell by looking at him. here to surf and party, and somehow he ends up in deran's bar.

he looks you up and down, eyes lighting up. you wouldn't have gotten close if you didn't have to, if you didn't need to grab the two martini glasses.

"i like the way you shake that thing," he calls over the chatter as you keep shaking the cocktail in the rhythm.

"no you don't," you reply, popping the top and pouring the cocktail into the glasses.

his eyebrows go up, like this is a challenge. "no?" he asks and you shake your head, pouring the shot of prosecco and adding the raspberry dusting to the top. "and why's that?"

you glance to his left, to the man staring at him with fire in his eyes. a dangerous fire you fucking love. you pass the drink to the girl, take her payment and return to the man, leaning close with your hands clasped together.

"because my boyfriend is sitting beside you," you whisper and andrew moves closer to the both of you. "and he's fucking crazy."

andrew stands up. you want to jump across the counter and snog him like crazy. but he just leans close to the guy, getting in his face. and that's enough of a warning.

there’s something familiar in your mannerisms, he thinks. the shine in your eyes, the tilt of your head—he’s seen it before.

he just doesn’t know exactly where.

talking turns to kissing, kissing turns to frantically making out in the back alley, and before abbot knows it, he’s in your bed. he grins up at you, breathless and hungry for more, capturing your lips in another kiss.

after that, it’s all a blur.

abbot wakes up sore and tired in your bed, bleary-eyed as he tries to find his bearings. right. he went home with you last night. the smell of coffee is in the air, and faintly he can hear the soft clink of pans in the kitchen.

abbot steps cautiously into the kitchen, something in him going soft when he sees you standing at the stove, humming while you make eggs. while he talks with you, he takes a look around the kitchen.

you have a lot of pictures—sitting on the beach, a big grin on your face. mid-laugh, and his breath nearly catches at the sight. he looks at another picture slightly to the left, and his heart almost stops.

because sitting right next to you, a hand on your shoulder, is robby. 

And don’t think his filth is reserved to private moments.

One time, when Robby was over, he glanced at the coffee table, called you over and asked if it was dirty. When you said it’s not, Jack leaned over and spat right in the middle of the table. With a smirk, he asked you to clean it. You knew better than to grab a washcloth or even soap, instead you got on your knees, making full eye contact with Jack, and licked the glob of spit up. Jack made sure to kiss you long and hard when you sank back on the couch next to him.

xoxo @rr-after-dark

yes i can and even more im gonna kiss u for sending such a delicious ask. its short and not my best work but i tried! ill probably expand on this more in the future because this is so yummy 💕

ᡣ𐭩 The thing about them is that they’re not going to be the yachts and first class flights and 5 star dinners sugar daddy. The word itself gives them the willies. Thats totally not even what it is. You’re just their girl. And they make more money than you. Whatever. They’re doctors twice your age, it’s part of the experience.

ᡣ𐭩 They’ve got too much money. They take care of people. Pay niece and nephews tuitions, pay off parents houses, donate to charity, sponsor some scholarships. Having too much money means they get to be very very comfortable, and feel very very blessed.

ᡣ𐭩 They’re natural born care givers. And part of that care is financial, plain and simple. Just. Not in the way you might expect- or that other people expect.

ᡣ𐭩 They’re fairly simple men. They live somewhat simple mundane lives outside the ER. Not that they’re ‘no frills’, just. Normal. So I don’t think they’d even be pulled to someone who wanted them to pay for her cosmetic procedures and things she can post on Instagram. They just want someone normal to love, who loves them back. Someone who wants to hang out on the couch with them and eat takeout after a long shift.

ᡣ𐭩 Their wealth is shown in desecrate ways. But you notice them all, because at the end of the day, as mundane as it looks, these are all big things. For you at least.

ᡣ𐭩 They buy their vehicles outright in cash. Nothing flashy, no mid life crisis sports cars, but their sensible all weather trucks and SUVs are paid in full day of. And they get new every 5 or so years. And any minor problem, they shell out for easily, painlessly. Flat tire? What a pain, new set. I need breaks? Okay, whatever, it’s about that time.

ᡣ𐭩 The first time you panicked about your broken radiator Jack took your shoulders gently in his hands and said “baby, it’s taken care of. Don’t worry about it.”. Like it was nothing. Because the $800 job was nothing to him. The biggest “hassle” was getting you a ride to work while your car was in the shop. And that was no hassle.

ᡣ𐭩 And it’s gas. It’s filling up their and your tank without looking at the price, without batting an eye.

ᡣ𐭩 As if they actually let you pump gas. Ha!

ᡣ𐭩 It’s the way you can just put what you need and want in the cart at the grocery store, not checking sales or counting the total as you go. You barely glance at the total at this point.

ᡣ𐭩 And the way that when they order takeout, they don’t bat an eyelash at an $80 total just adding whatever you think sounds good. “I won’t finish all of that”. “So have a little, and save the rest.”

ᡣ𐭩 The house. The house is one of those places they blew some cash. It’s no mansion, but it’s nice. It’s cozy, and large, and adaptive to Jacks needs. It’s not in the neighborhood where some of the other doctors like fucking Gloria live, but it’s in a safe, quiet, family area. Big enough for guest bedrooms and room for kids, if that’s what y’all decide on. The house was easily paid upfront, only left with utilities. You don’t even know what the price was, they always laughed when you asked, said you don’t have to worry about that. It’s a cozy nice house.

ᡣ𐭩 Vacation. Oh. The endless debate. They’re bad at taking them at all. And then they do, it’s a weekend camping. But they can’t subject their girl to their dude roughing it. It’s not that you nag them to take you on a luxy resort trip. You nag them to just take some time to rest. And because of the guilt and how much they love you, they do plan something nice. Even if it’s a cozy little cabin on a beautiful lake, it’s the three of you, away from the Pitt. and it’s perfect.

ᡣ𐭩 You have to visit family? Easily handled. Flight is booked, automatic upgrade from their credit card they forgot they even get. It’s an emergency? Need them to come? Need them to get you a rental car?

ᡣ𐭩 Health is wealth to them. They know the hard way it doesn’t matter how much money you have, if you’ve got bad luck. So health is somewhere they don’t budge on money. And even the ‘frivolous’ parts of it, they don’t budge on. Expensive sunscreen and moisturizer? Put it in the Amazon cart. Vitamins? They’re still sergeants with it. Tooth paste better be name brand. The good fancy mouthwash you used to only get as a sample.

ᡣ𐭩 This includes self care, too, though. “You need a hair cut, honey. I’ll book it.” “Baby, you need a massage” “that’s not a need-“ “you’re right as a rock. You do.” “Fine. Then you have to come with me” self care is care to them. However they need to be convinced that’s a two way street. (You better not tell a soul you got Jack Abbot to do a clay face mask).

ᡣ𐭩 They dress casual, but high quality. Patagonia, Colombia, LL Bean. When you need things, quality always comes first. Which means the prices make you wince. And they do not play about shoes. Like your mother, really.

ᡣ𐭩 They don’t go crazy for birthdays and holidays, but they are thoughtful. And the fact that they have money to burn means they can be very thoughtful.

ᡣ𐭩 Speaking of holidays, holidays are expensive to host. So they host a lot. Or, really, you host a lot because they’re just so busy. And they appreciate how good of a host you are, very very much. Thank god for that massive cozy house, because with three people’s worth of families and friends, it can get busy.

ᡣ𐭩 Early in the relationship a few credit cards with various names on them got thrown your way with lazy shrugs. Robby said “don’t worry about it, we’re not worried about it. Whatever, whenever. We know you won’t be shitty about it.”

ᡣ𐭩 Sometimes it can be too much and a hell of a head rush to wrap around all of this. One time, when it was just too much, they sat down and you talked about it. Because clearly you needed to. “Look, honey. It’s not like I enlisted for fun. I was a poor kid and some guy came to the cafeteria of my highschool and told me if I gave the army a couple years they’d send me to college”. “And I was flat fucking broke in med school and residency. And i remember that feeling, and it sucked. And I never want to feel that way again, and I sure as shit never want you to feel that way.”

ᡣ𐭩 All that nice luxury but at the bottom of it, it’s plain and simple. This is safety.