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full name: Liam Turner gender & pronouns: cis man & he/him age & date of birth: 27, April 1, 1996 where do they live: Southside time living in lockwood springs: 15 years occupation: doughboys employee & neon boots bartender affiliation: keepers Rank: none positive traits: confident, clever, loyal, methodical negative traits: competitive, dishonest, impulsive, irreverent face claim: Christopher Briney is this a wanted connection: Kas’ sibling

“Yeah? How observant are you? Observe this.” Jaime flicked up his middle finger, a proud smile on his face before he lowered it. He tried to enjoy the drink Liam gave him, even if it came with a slice of commentary he didn’t ask for. “I just think it’s fucked how they don’t even give you free pizza to take home. Unless they do and you just eat it all like a pig.” he looked down at Liam’s not so apparent gut but there was no harm making his brother a little paranoid. “Oh says the playboy himself, when was the last time you had a girl? Kas makes it fucking impossible for any of us.” he said bitterly, because how many fucking times would they be kicked out of their own trailer just so he could get a piece. “That’s exactly what I count as interesting. What happened?”

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Liam snorts, rolling green eyes at the offensive motion. Except it takes more than that to offend him, having grown up with Jai and Kas as brothers. Thick skin was a necessity. “Yeah, I’m just housing entire fucking pizza pies day after day,” he says, serving some guy who was asking for whatever they had on draft and while he could explain every option, Liam figures the he doesn’t give a fuck. So he serves him and glances back over at his brother. “You know you could actually get a job, right? Then you wouldn’t have to mooch off me. Might even able to afford your own car in ten to twenty years,” he snickers as he teases his brother. “Kas has a type" anything with legs really, “but if you avoid them you can find people. Why, you in the market or something?” He arches a brow before shrugging and nodding at the bar. “Some guys were hitting on them or something. I don’t know. Tried to buy them drinks which apparently you can’t do anymore and I guess the Joneses didn’t appreciate it.”

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“I mean, I do that anyways. May as well get paid for it. Good thinking.” Kas tapped his temple with a sardonic grin. Jobs weren’t his forte, he had about two under his belt and got fired from both. He knew that he had a problem with authority, so he needed something where he could beat the living crap out of someone and not be carted off to jail. Because apparently, punching your manager after turning up three hours late was not a done thing. “Yeah but Bobby fucking Anderson as a dad.” Kas said, not to be sympathetic but there was certainly pity there. Sometimes he was glad they didn’t have actual fathers to worry about, just step-dads they were introduced to over the span of their lives. “Yeah? Good looks, huh?” Kas goaded his brother casually as they strolled out of the gas station like it was a normal weekday. It was, really. “I’d like to see someone break your jaw, just a little, nothing serious. So we don’t have to hear your smartass comments all the time.” he laughed before absentmindedly offering his keys to Liam. Until his actual rational side kicked in and he hooked them back into his palm before his brother could take them. “Ah-ah. You think I was born yesterday? No driving my camaro.”

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Liam rolls his eyes at Kas, “see if they hire you first dickhead.” Who knows, maybe they would and then Liam would have to eat his words. He casts an incredulous look at his brother,  brow raised into his hairline. “Okay? Would fucking suck. Glad it wasn’t us.” It would suck and he’s sure it did for the Anderson but not his circus, not his monkeys. He’s just glad the fucked up father train left the station before he and his siblings could get on. “Well get in line, Kas, you’re not special,” Liam dismisses with a scoff, wondering how many people would’ve like to have a go at him. “Besides, think you should be worried about your own face. Who’re you fighting next? I wanna know who I should bet on,” he snickers, knowing he’d probably bet on Kas but if Ruben got in the ring...well, that probably changes to a might. He nearly has the keys before they’re being taken away and Liam glares. “You let Jai drive it.” he protests as he reluctantly gets into the passenger seat, mumbling as he does. “Fucking double standards.” 

“Are there even any jobs after you’re done hoarding ‘em all?” Kas had thought about getting a day job, especially for when fight weeks were slow but the idea of having to get up early just to listen to someone spout orders at him made him angry. “Probably, or ran off. Their old man is back, probably made ‘em all weirder than usual.” he mumbled, grateful that none of them had that issue. The issue was Jenny Price still nestled up in the trailer next door, and her new kids wandering around. Watching Liam move to the cameras, Kas quickly did what was needed, stowing away their small haul into his jacket as he scoffed. “Why don’t you sign up for a few, man? Then I’ll win easy.” he retorted, despite working as a team in an effortless flow before sauntering back to his car. “If I go back to jail over twizzlers, I’m making it everybody’s problem.”

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“I’d say get a job at Restricted Access but they’d probably throw your ass out for hitting on the dancers.” His brother isn’t exactly subtle about his conquests (basically anything with two legs and somewhat long hair). “Don’t think their old man has anything to do with Dusty being shit at his job,” Liam notes dryly because he thinks you can ignore your parents if you try hard enough. Half the time he forgets Jenny is right next door and the other half he wishes he could forget, usually when she has a guest over. Talk about thin fucking walls. The last thing her kids need is another sibling from their whore mom (thought of as an unfortunate fact not a judgment…he’ll leave that for the town mob). He sticks  another twizzler in his mouth while moving the camera and rolls his eyes. “Because unlike you, I’ve actually got something to lose in a fight. Mainly my good looks,” he snickers before trailing after Kas, gesturing to the keys. “We won’t. Let me drive.” Even though most people with half a brain (which Kas has at least that) know better than to give Liam a set of keys due to his “history of reckless driving” or whatever the judge had said when they’d taken his license the last time. Still, he never stops asking.

Jaime watched the obvious happen right in front of his eyes and he took a deep breath. “You’re an asshole.” he retorted, but that wasn’t a new revelation or anything nobody else said or thought. “Your other job will pay for it.” he laughed because Jai always assumed Liam to be rolling around in cash after getting two jobs. “Yeah well, you wanna buy a car for me money bags? Then I won’t have to keep borrowing his.” he sighed. It was on his list, right under new socks. “Thank you and fuck you.” Jai then grinned, toasting the air when he caught the drink. “Anything go down tonight? Spence punched anyone?”

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“And you’re observant,” Liam responds with a shrug because this is how they are with each other. Their family isn’t typical, never was and never would be –– they said things like they were (for the most part) rather than beat around the bush. “Yeah, until you come by asking for a free slice every goddamn day like Kas. Then what job’s paying for that?  Next one I’m getting is gonna be at the goddamn flower shop. Then y’all can’t ask me for shit.” Though he’s sure they’d still find a way. “Get a bike, smart one. And I mean a manual two-wheeler.” He snorts, “Don’t worry either – Won’t ruin your rep. Girls aren’t interested in you anyway.” Liam grins before glances around at the bar that had gradually gotten more crowded by the hour. He shakes his head. “Nah, not unless you count Tammie and Nora shutting up some guys with a cue stick.”

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“Man, can I get a beer with your discount?” Jai asked, almost joining his brother behind the bar where he was working. That was the problem with their family, boundaries were difficult but that was probably because they never knew what the fuck those were. Each of them pretty much assumed they could do what they wanted. “I had to pay back Kas because I needed to borrow his car.” he explained, because most things with Kas came with a price family or not. “This time I had to give him interest and gas.” he laughed about it even though it basically ate half of his wage, which he thought felt like a scam but whatever.

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“Nah, no free drinks, even for employees,” Liam replies as he pours himself one, taking a swig before pouring another one for an actual paying customer. “Dude, if you get me fired, you’re gonna have to pay me back too.” Because he’d definitely only get fired because of his brother’s actions and not his own. “You know Kas will make you sign a contract in blood saying you owe him your firstborn too if he could. Why do you agree to that shit?” Seems stupid and he’s not afraid to show that he thinks as much as he slides his drink down the way to Jai. “Don’t say I never did anything for you, broke bitch.” Said with a wry laugh, as though he wasn’t also broke working two jobs.