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@esscntial
“ why the fuck are you complaining about too much booze? you like a boring ass sober dude or something? ” fingers wrap around the drink, taking his own sip without care as other hand pours the lousy soda. “ i still better get a tip. ”
at this point, kid will be lucky if mick even pays for the drink, let alone tips the fucker. every day of sobriety is a test. “ cute. was it mommy or daddy that turned you into such a little cunt? ”
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" second drink might just be a little early. "
“ harv. man, you know what i mean. ”
⟣ ─ ˑ 〃 ۫ 🪻 ❛ 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 ? — isn ' t a twenty something year old like . . . every middle aged man ' s wet dream ? . . . anyways , we ' ve been understaffed since big pam left , and tiffani took maternity leave and well , we all gotta make rent somehow . ❜
“ not mine. can’t speak for any of the other creeps in town. ” mick shakes his head. he has no interest in chasing youth — metaphorically or otherwise. “ shit. i miss big pam’s coffee. none of you make it like her. no ‘fence. ” a sheepish curve attaches itself to his smile. “ sorry. can’t be easy here. i hope it’s a decent enough earning. i mean, not the worst job in the world, right? ”
〝 also, my mom's cooking and that's something that nobody should witness. 〞 @esscntial
" leave that woman alone. her biscuits might be dry, but..." mick trails off. he can't come up with anything else to say. " well, you're always welcome at the firehouse. it's my week on kitchen duty. "
⟣ ─ ˑ 〃 ۫ 🪻 ❛ 𝐰𝐡𝐲 ? — ya tryin ' to come with ? ❜
" ah, no — you're a bit young for my taste, kid. just wondering if they ever give you a break. seems like every time i come in for a coffee you're here, no matter what time it is. "
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" it's never too late to switch to apple juice. " @anoetics
" do you ever go home? " @lavenderhaeze
" i'm sure you don't get this complaint very often, but there's too much booze in this, son. " mick pushes the glass across the counter with a single finger, his demeanor cool. " it's supposed to be a soda. just soda. " @lcgndsx
standing there perfectly innocent, his accusation gives her pause: baby blues wandering between bursting flames and the fireman. as if she got off on setting cars on fire rather than the task of fixing them.
〝 you think i did this? 〞
it's nothing out of the ordinary. mick's been through his fair share of car explosions. sometimes the fuckers just do that - a gas leak in a two ton hunk of scalding metal can be brutal. this one? not so bad. his team is pissing white foam from the truck all over the flames, which slowly start to diminish. mick isn't paying much attention; he has faith in his crew, and all things considered, this is a fairly routine procedure. unless, of course, it's arson, in which case...
mick's gaze doesn't waver, doesn't even flick in the girl's direction. he's no cop ( and he'd really fucking hate to involve them ), but no, he doesn't think she did this. that doesn't mean he won't have a little fun.
" it's a possibility. you're here, aren't you? 'bouta third of arsonists tend to stick around and watch it all blow up. " mick finally looks her way, face showing nothing but neutrality. " so what happened? "
" you don't strike me as a fire starting shithead, but i've been wrong before. " @cotiere
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“ how’s that script going? can i read it yet or are you still struggling to find a clear motivation for your gay shoe cobbler? ” @anoetics
〝 i think i nailed my shirt to the wall. 〞 @esscntial
“ wow. you seem really good with tools. ” beat. “ do… do you need help? ”
“ you have a fucking conversation while balls deep in someone? jesus christ, you must be a riot. ” sarcasm drips from her words as nose crinkles to show her distaste, head shaking from side to side. “ laughing at a dick slipping out is completely different than the person with the dick making a fuckin’ mickey mouse nose when sliding into my vagina. ”
“ it gets too quiet! i can’t help it — my brain automatically fills the silence. music gets too loud and influences the pace too much, and otherwise its just awkward panting and skin slapping. intrusive thoughts, or whatever… no worries, lex, at least you’ll never have to hear my mickey mouse impression in the bedroom. promise. ”
"Not a morning person?" He asks, with carefully curated sympathy because he can't relate. Mornings are Jack's favourite time of the day. "Oh!" He says, stopping everything to grab him some napkins. If his customer refuses to make a scene, Jack will fill in for him. "No, no! Why are you apologizing? Take that back!" He laughs, before dropping a wad of napkins on the floor and using the sole of his shoe as a a makeshift mop. "Okay, so no pastry. Just the coffee. Remind me of your order?"
“ only a morning person if i’ve already been awake all night. it’s the farmer’s market today, though, and i need to make sure i have the best selection of blueberries. you get it. you seem like the farmer’s market type. ” kilian watches the barista wipe up the coffee with a sheen of shame. sure, this might be his job, but it’s strange to let someone clean up his mess. still, he smiles, nodding off the excessive apologies and silently promising not to make another by holding his hands up in surrender. “ just coffee, yeah. two pumps of vanilla, that’s it. a little sweetness, no cream. ” he pauses. “ are you always this nice this early in the morning? ”
"Are you friends with someone named Pippa Espina?" He asks, because she reminds him of her to a tee. A snarl without the sound creeps it's way onto his expression. He looks kinda crazy, stepping into the role the theatre cashier has provided for him. Pathetic. He's pathetic! God, now he just wants to go home. But he can't, because he's already committed. "I'll just buy mine now. It's probably not going to sell out right? They can just buy theirs later."
“ mmmmno. i did meet her though. super bitchy. super hot. why, did she call you pathetic too? ” a grin stretches across meli’s face, her private crush on whoever this cunt pippa is growing with the comparison. “ yeah, whatever, buy your ticket. for the record, i don’t believe anyone’s coming. it’s not a shame to be friendless, you know? ”
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〝 woodchippers ? no. oncoming traffic ? maybe. 〞
“ is there anything in this world that doesn’t make you angry? like… cheesecake or something? ”
it's still there: the flutter in her tummy, that surge of electricity down her spine. every time he comes close, every time he says something sweet. instinctively, arms are brought around beckett; nimble digits slipping beneath the hem of his shirt, finding more warmth than she could possibly ask for. similar smile on her lips, sawyer's lift to ghost his. and when she pulls back, doe eyes seek out comforting blues.
〝 let's go somewhere. just you and me. 〞 she starts. 〝 where we can be as loud as we want, and as naked as we want … 〞
“ oh yeah? you wanna get loud and naked? that’s so unlike you. ” bucket’s sly grin only pauses in order to seduce sawyer into another kiss — one that’s slower, hotter, that makes his fears and sorrows melt away with the softness of her lips. crazy how all it takes is sawyer’s presence and suddenly all of bucket’s problems feel small.
“ you’re right. let’s get out of here. like, out of town. just for a week — that’s how long i can take off from the skating rink at a time. we could go anywhere. like… new york! or we could go to the next town over and rent an airbnb and we can pretend we’re far away. ” bucket lifts his hands to cradle her face, smiling down with all the love inside him. “ ‘m gonna marry you some day. you know that, right? “
