fire walk with me.

sam had just gotten off the phone, his brothers were here which couldn’t mean anything good. he lifted a hand to his face and he sighed deeply. he needed a drink and he needed one now, way before he ever came across his brothers. he couldn’t deal with them right now. he sat himself once he’d gotten there not paying attention to anyone speaking  because he’d zoned out. “…….sorry?” he eventually asked. 

Alannah looked at him and nodded her head. “ Of course, I invited you so of course, I am going to be paying for everything, unless you are trying to tell me that you want to?”

“If I wanted to be chivalrous today, I would’ve offered to buy you a drink at your first offer of giving me a makeover just to shut you up, so... that’s a hard pass. Yeah, sure, I’ll let you woo me today,” he said, giving her a short nod and a playful smile—just a hint—to show that he was accepting her invitation.

“Thanks, bud. I think we just need a fresh coat of paint, but I’m waiting to hear back from the insurance people.  Hopefully it’s not anything worse than that.” Vince replies, nodding slowly. “I think pizza might do the trick. Everyone likes free food, right?” 

“Fuck that, you ain’t gettin’ your time’s worth just waitin’ around for all that bureaucratic bullshit to work its magic. It’s why my pops rebuilt the B&B all on his own, after the crusty asses who used to own the place just gave up waitin’ for their little miracle to happen after the fire.” He was always just a little too outspoken about things, and if his grandfather or his father ever heard a word he’d just uttered, they’d smack him upside the head (though they’d admit that a part of it would be true), but he’d always had some distaste for the rules and the general system of things. He was always just so impatient, restless, always eager to solve a problem before he could actually properly solve it. “It’s gonna take some time is all I’m saying, with everyone ‘waiting to hear back from the insurance people’ and all.” He shrugged. “Free food would be your best bet.”

ivy could feel her jaw clenching as the other uttered the word again. she hated it. she detested it. sure, she had a short fuse, but she hated being undermined. it happened way too often before she came to crownsville and she vowed to not let that happen to her again. ivy knew if she complained about it again he was just going to do it again. so instead, she just lifted her hand and slapped the other across the face as hard as she could. maybe that wasn’t the right thing to do, but she was pissed. beyond pissed. “fuck off.” 

The impact of her palm across his cheek definitely did its job in wiping the smug grin off his face, but that’s what he deserved for not taking anyone, least of all her seriously. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he said, lifting a hand to gently lay over the side of his face, head lowered slightly. “Was that really necessary? I was just funnin’ you, for fuck’s sake.” It wasn’t anger that was in his voice—he usually reserved that for more grave circumstances—rather a genuine curiosity as to the reason behind her actions, at least, those that weren’t immediately clear to him.

Liv was glad to see Hal come over to her and help her out. She didn’t know what she would have done if he hadn’t been around. “Thank you so much,” Liv said, smiling appreciatively when Hal picked up her book and helped her with her crutch. Since fracturing her leg, even the simplest of tasks had become difficult for her. For a second, she wasn’t sure what to say in response to his compliment. She was far too kind to tell him to leave her alone. “Oh, that’s very kind of you to say that. I feel as though I’ve been looking absolutely dreadful lately.” She really hadn’t been feeling like herself. “I’ve been alright, I suppose. My leg gets a little sore from time to time, but other than that, it’s not too bad yet.” She knew it would be worse when she had to actually put weight on it. “Were you injured in the storm at all?”

He leaned against the shelf, knowing well that it was sturdy enough to not have him topple with it from the number of times he’d been in the same position with about a dozen other bookish girls he’d tried to pick up in the same way. Folding his arms across his chest, he surveyed her figure at the self-deprecating remarks directed towards herself and responded with a sly comment of, “At least it’s only your leg that gets sore,” paired with a suggestive tilt of his head and the curving of his lips. He repositioned himself to stand a little more comfortably and continued, “Nah, I was indoors. Well, at home. Decided to have the day off, can’t really tell if it’s a good or bad thing that I wasn’t at the B&B to kind of manage the whole fiasco.” He paused. “Don’t you worry ‘bout me, sweet cheeks. A storm could never faze a Garcia. We have the ferocity and the resilience of a bull.”

“You free this Saturday, then? Those tickets aren’t gonna admit themselves, you know,” he continued as the waitress swayed slightly in place, tucking stray strands of her long, blonde hair behind her ear. “I said I’ll think about it,” she told him, prompting a grin to form on his lips. “Ata girl,” he mumbled, reaching upwards to pinch her chin slightly before she would go on her merry way. It was only when she cleared his view that he managed to spot the person at a nearby table who may or may not have been listening in the whole time. 

“As I live and breathe,” he called out, raising his voice higher, just enough for her to hear. “When the hell did you get back in town?” He stood, smoothing down his flannel (as if that would make him any more presentable) as he made his way over to Daisy’s table. “What, you were just gonna let me make a fool of  myself in front of that girl that whole time?” he joked, and used a hand to lean against the back of her seat.

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Cameron was slightly taken aback by the other’s choice of words, looking rather confused at the wallet in his hands. “Uh,” he said dumbly, “I guess not?” he said, making it sound like a question more than anything though. “So, it’s not yours, I reckon?”

“Whoa, whoa,” he began, holding a hand up slightly, hovering over the wallet. “Depends on how much is in it, though.” He knew eventually that the truth would be revealed once the young man would open the wallet and couldn’t be identified as his; he just wanted to mess with him. “Haven’t proven it isn’t mine yet.”

She looked at him “What no! I am on painkillers at that moment so that would be really stupid. I will take that as a no then, how about you just come and have lunch with me instead?”

He groaned when she didn’t seem to budge, although the prospect of food was attractive to him. “Are you buying?” he asked, his interest piqued for the first time. He was only a gentleman when he felt like it, anyway.

“The shop flooded a bit…I’m hoping the damage isn’t too bad though.” Vince sighs, shaking his head. “Yeah, I’m okay. In desperate need of a nap, but let’s be real…I haven’t slept since Matteo was born.” The older man jokes, though there’s a hint of truth to his words. He can’t remember the last time he’s had a good night’s seep, but that was the life of a single dad to three. His kids came first; they always did. “I’m good, really.” 

He sucked in his teeth at hearing what his friend’s shop had suffered, though he wasn’t surprised. It was a pretty devastating storm, and he was oddly thankful that that was the only thing it endured. “Well, if you need any help fixin’ stuff, just give me a call, yeah? The B&B ain’t too bad, and I got people to deal with the damage, anyway. I can take a couple of hours off, help out dryin’ yours. Maybe bribe some kids with some condoms or whatever the fuck is the youth’s commodity these days to help out.”

“first of all, don’t call me kid. just because you’re pushing forty doesn’t mean you have to call me fucking kid.” ivy adressed. she hated pet names. especially when they seemed as though they were used in a condescending manner. “since i wanted to learn how to cook. i’m tired of living off diner food and fucking snacks from the 99 cent store.”

“Whatever you say, kid,” he said, if only to get a rise out of her, as he did with everyone else, though it didn’t usually end well for him. What was the worst she could do to him, anyway? He supposed that was the problem; he underestimated a lot of people. “How’s that workin’ out so far for you, anyway? Haven’t burned a building yet? No toxic hazards or anything?”

Even though Liv had been injured at Cover to Cover, that didn’t stop her from going back there for books. It wasn’t anyone’s fault that the bookshelf had fallen on her. The inclement weather caused it. Liv made the foolish mistake of thinking she could leave the bookstore without buying anything, and now she was attempting to maneuver about on crutches while holding her newly purchased book. She ended up dropping one of her crutches as well the book, so she was looking around for help because there was no way she could retrieve them without falling over herself. Of course the only person around was Hal, but she was desperate. “Hal! Excuse me! Could you please help me out for a second?”

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He’d already eyed her the moment she walked in, though hadn’t made his move yet, merely observing her from behind one of the nearby shelves, pretending to be invested in a self-help book on overcoming public speaking— not that he needed it, really, but it was the first title within reach, and he needed a reason to appear busy, if only for his own cover. He seemed to have grabbed her attention, however, when she needed help with her crutches, though he didn’t need to be asked twice for him to come to her aid. Moving towards her general direction, he stopped right in front of her and picked up the book that had fallen from her grip, as well as one of the crutches now on the floor. “For someone with an injury, you don’t look half as bad as the rest of this town,” he remarked, promptly helping her reposition the crutch and handing her the book. “How are you feelin’?”

“That was an oddly specific scenario. Speaking from experience, bud?” Vince teases with a grin, rolling his eyes over at his best friend. “Dramatic as always, I see. No storm can get Hal Garcia down, huh?” He adds with a small grin, giving Hal a nudge. “You holding up okay?”

“No comment,” he teased with a deadpan expression, though he knew that if anyone would know the real story of how he lost his virginity, it would be Vince. Putting the cigarette back between his lips, he briefly turned towards the other, noting the subtle concern etched into their features before blowing the smoke away from him. “Can’t say I’ve suffered from any injuries myself, though the B&B looks like it’s had a rough night,” he joked; he could make light of the situation even in the face of adversity, though he knew that he’d have to deal with fixing the damages later on. “You alright?”

“i feel like they’re trying to push some fucking avocado agenda on the world.” ivy grumbled as she looked through a food magazine. being that she spent most of her time eating at her job, she wanted to learn a skill that she knew she would actually use. especially since she wanted to find a hobby as well. “like, every page, it’s avocado. it’s disgusting.” she scrunched her face up at the thought of eating the one thing she couldn’t stand. “look, look. fucking avocado on every page !!” she continued passionately, shoving the magazine in the other’s face.

Immediately lowering his cigarette to avoid any fire hazards, he lightly shoved the magazine away, directing it back towards Ivy. “No one told you to fuckin’ eat the damn avocado, kid,” he grumbled, before taking a drag of his cigarette and huffing the smoke out into the air. “’sides, when did you start reading food magazines, anyway?”

“Excuse me!” Cameron called after the person that passed him only mere moments ago. He picked up the object from the ground before jogging after them. “I’m sorry, I think you dropped this?” he held it out to them once he reached them, “Is this yours?”

He turned his head back at his attention being called, finding the young man moving towards him, holding up a wallet and waving it at his direction. “Kid, if it weren’t but I said it were, would you know any better?” he challenged.