hit me like a bus

though a part of her wanted to give in, anna knew she couldn’t. and for once her stubbornness was actually coming in handy. “like i said, i’m sorry but we can’t do a discount today,” she states firmly, her shoulders tensing up a bit as she prepares for a fight. if kitty were here she knew the owner would just cave and practically give the candy away for free - but that’s not how a business worked. anna may not be the one in charge of arendelle enterprises, but she’d grown up around it enough to know at least that much. “if you need to put something back, that’s fine. but you’re going to have to pay full price for everything you do end up getting.”

Sean pouted, looking down to the bundles of candy in his arms, not sure what he was going to do with it or whether or not he’d get through all of it, but that didn’t mean he wanted it any less. “No, sweetie, I’m not-- I’m not asking for anything for free, I’m not even asking for a discount today.” Had he before? Perhaps, but they’d cross that bridge when they came to it and if they came to it, and he was quite determined not to come to it. He didn’t think she’d been the one behind the counter before. “I’m so ready to come back and pay in full; hell, you can even take my picture and hang it on the wall by the register.” He winked, then, faked a pose or four for his candy store mugshot just in case she needed help imagining it. “I just-- It’s my niece’s birthday, and I could have sworn I had my wallet on me. Pay day was only like two days ago, I’m not creative enough to spend it all in one place, so I can promise you I’m good for it.” He tried hard not to try too hard, to look invested in his phantom niece but not to be invested in this girl to any extent that made it clear. “I just-- I know they’re going on a cruise to see some of the wildlife soon, and I wanna get her to her in time before they leave.”

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“You are not the subtle type,are you?” Anya asked the guy, already knowing the answer from the look on his face. She wasn’t trying to start trouble or even trying to flirt; he was not her type in any way and she was trying to drink by herseslf. But that was six shots ago, and he seemed to be throwing them back as much as she was,as if it were a game. “Did you want to have a drinking contest? Because I will totally smoke you. So I would really take the time to think before answering that.”

Smee eyes the girl for a moment, up and down, nice and slow, considering. And then he smirked. Not a subtle smirk, closer to a full blown cheshire grin, and he chuckled with the glee of it, with the sheer concept that she could win if they decided to see which one would drink the other under the table. “You know what?” he asked, eyes flashing with mischief. “I’d love to. You set the rules, my darling, and we’ll play, since you’re so confident.” He finished on a bit of a growl, voice gone rough, but he meant it. If she thought she could, he’d love to see it.

Lock scoffed at him, shoving his arm a bit. “My mouth ain’t big asshole. And I thought we could talk all mature and shit.But I guess not. I don’t know what I was thinking.” She really was an idiot. “You don’t even care which one it is. You’re happy when we don’t argue, you;re happy when we do. What’s the point in feeling one way over the other?” He was just like everyone else in her life. Violent, rude, and temperamental. But he wasn’t the worst of it despite how annoying he was. “Which one are you hoping for? Take your pick.”

Sean laughed in answer, rolling his eyes emphatically. “What part of that was mature, love?” He feigned as much sweetness as he could muster through the his muddied consonants, thinking back to a minute or two ago when the conversation had apparently shifted from maturity, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember being there in the first place. “You wanna have a mature conversation just tell me that. And we can have a mature conversation, here we are, maturely conversating.” He gave the girl a simple stupid smile, and maybe it was clear in that alone just *how* schnackered he was. If that didn’t give it away, the eon-long delay in response might have, as he cocked his head to the side, looked Lock up and down slowly. “I mean... right now we’re having our very grown up conversation so neither, if we lose that then I’ll choose, and I think you already know.”

“Well. I mean like. Technically zero, right? I don’t wanna fuck him. And tables turned, I wouldn’t say like a ten or nothing, I’m not desperate. Call it a nine.”

Wrenn let Mr.Whiskers down because they had started to claw at them a little bit. They always got like that when they weren’t a fan of someone and keeping them in their arms was just going to scratch them up. “I’m….not….looking.” They rolled their eyes. “Wow you’re so….poetic. You can….keep walking now…”

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wrenn really hadn’t been trying to run into him. they were going out of their way to do anything but run into the. but of course that meant they were destined to run into them. and it had to be with mr. whiskers in tow, and it had to be on a particularly bad day. “please…..don’t start…..with me….” they said quietly, holding their cat closer. “i am….not in the…..mood.”

“Start with you?” Smee answered, a little too loudly but he was surprised enough in the first place to run into this little fairy in particular, and maybe he was running on a lot more in his blood than the hemoglobin. “Don’t mean to start a thing with you unless you’re looking.” Smee winked, slimy and quick. “Cute pussy.”

The most fun about fights, when Wally wasn’t raging, was when little guys like this actually tried to knock him over. It was a nice try, really, but he planted his feet and spun, at least trying to trip the guy up with his leg. And once the guy was on the ground, Wally just went ahead and sat on his legs to keep him from getting up. He liked being the big guy. “So…I win.”

It had all happened very quickly for Smee, tumbling to the ground unsure of exactly how he’d missed, then turning onto his back only for the big blond to be sat on top of him. He was enraged, at first, wishing he’d wrestled or something like it seemed this guy did, wondering if this was the point where he dragged his knife out of his pocket, but then it wasn’t all bad. In fact, it wasn’t bad at all. His dignity could take a dig or two for his art, and this was more of an opportunity than anything; it’d been a while. “Yeah? What do you win, then? What’s the prize?” His brow quirked up, lips turning in a smirk.

Hearing a knock on his door, Hook let out a grunt in reply - knowing that whoever it was would likely just come in regardless of his response. He didn’t have an open door policy so much as he simply left the door unlocked whenever it was alright for him to be bothered. For his crew knew better than to come to him with anything less than potentially dire - no, for the less important issues they all knew to go to Smee, who would then in return be the one to address the matter to him. Seeing that it was the younger boy in question currently entering his office, Hook didn’t bother looking up from the paperwork he was currently going over. “If it’s Pan and those bloody boys again, my answer is the same as always - drown them.”

Smee rolled his eyes, antsy about the situation as it stood, but also considering the fact that he hadn’t yet successfully drowned any of them. Yet. “Better if it was just that, boss man,” he started, scuffing the sole of his sneaker against the floor and eyeing the wall. This wasn’t going to end well in one way or another, and he wasn’t about to let his ass be the one on the line. “A few pests I’d have taken care of and you wouldn’t have to hear shit about it; got a bigger issue on our hands. Supply problem, if you will.” His hands dug further into the pockets of his joggers. He was ready to do whatever he needed to to deal with it, but the initial outburst was a lot sometimes.

Terence just wanted a coffee and croissant. He was craving it all day and when he finally sat down to get it he was excited. But then he was bumped into as he tried to sit down with his coffee and bumped right into enough for him to drop his coffee on his jeans, prompting a small bathroom break and swearing under his breath as he tried to clean up the coffee before it stained too hard. He managed to make it work, thanked the higher being above that he wore dark jeans, and made his way back to his table, sipping on his coffee before digging in his pocket to find the money for the croissant. Of course he dropped it, so he was on the floor looking for it, unaware of wandering eyes as he did as much.

Smee feigned nonchalance as he watched the waitress pour his cup of coffee, only glancing down once as the kid checked the floor for the wallet in Smee’s pocket, as much as any bystander would have, Smee imagined. “You good?” he murmured, pretending to scan the floor while he gave the guy an appreciative once over. “Look like you lost somethin’.” He looked back to the counter and his little mug of coffee, dusting off the spout of the sugar pour with a finger before dumping in enough to raise the level by three quarters of an inch. He stirred loudly, glancing around to see if anyone was paying him any mind, then tapped his spoon against the rim and set it on his napkin. It looked like the coast was clear enough.

Smee didn’t know where this kid went, he realized as he squinted at his ID, lifting all of the cash but a five dollar bill and snapping it shut again. He was glancing around himself to set it back down on the counter where the kid had left it when he zeroed in on the same face making its way back through the diner, from the bathroom from the looks of it. Panicking, Smee tucked it into his own pocket in as casual a motion as he was able, taking up the nearest barstool and waving a waitress down for the coffee he could now afford. He offered the near-stranger a nod as he came back to his seat, fiddling with the silverware and dragging a container of sugar towards himself.