wild as a wolf.

’ psa fat ed’s is having a christmas discount all week long. dress up in your tacky sweaters and your awful ho-ho hats and get yourself a beer for only two dollars !! ’

“you know, it’s extremely difficult to take you seriously in that outfit. besides, i always get a discount at your bar. why do you think i enjoy flirting with your co-workers so much?”

“Guess I have to find a different place to go running now. The bridge just seems too morbid.“

“you sure you’re not just being a baby?”

jack licked his lips, glancing down at the dirty floor. “of course i loved you. how could anyone pretend to love you, ror.” when she gestured to the other bartender, jack looked over at the guy and nodded. “it’s on me, man. add it to my tab,” he paused listening to her voice raise. “i left because i couldn’t stand seeing you cry. i couldn’t sit there and pretend that everything would eventually be okay again. it was never going to be the way it was.”

“it wouldn’t be the first time,” she mumbled, her eyes gazing downward before shaking her head. as much as she wanted to fight and go onto yelling at him, she wasn’t quite feeling it anymore. not after what he said. letting out a groan in confusion and frustration from the entire situation, she propped an elbow onto the counter before placing her chin on her chin while staring at him once again. “who knew you were such a gentleman,” she teased. she opened her mouth to speak up, but nothing came at first. she didn’t want to say the wrong thing and have something awkward between them instead. letting out a sigh, she got up from her seat before taking a step toward him and whispered closer to his shoulder, “i loved you too. you really meant a lot to me, jack.” however, after such a confession, she didn’t want to see his reaction and didn’t wait for a replay as she headed toward the nearest exit. she hated that she still felt something, even if it was a little, to this day.

Charlie doesn’t speak after the girl lashes out – okay maybe it wasn’t lashing but Charlie knew she was speaking from a place she didn’t really know much about, she should have expected more than the response she got. She nods her head at the girl as she speaks, before adding in herself, “exactly, love doesn’t just happen online – it’s impossible. Everyone has to face that reality at some point.” she watches as her phone vibrates and ignores it before looking back at the girl. “Yes girl, you’re hot you could meet anyone at anytime, you don’t need tinder for that.”

when she realized charlie ignored her question, she rolled her eyes once more before grumbling, "of course you don't." keeping her phone in a hand, she tapped the instagram app and began scrolling through multiple photos of various people, not bothering to look back at the brunette for quite a while as she talked. however, she did continue paying attention to most of what she was saying. “is that what you’re after? love? what’s the point in that when people will disappoint you non-stop? ---i know i'm hot, but thanks for the boost anyway.”

“No go away unless you have food.” Heaven groaned as she turned on the couch. Her head was throbbing, she knew it wasn’t time to get up for her shift. Taking a deep breath she realized she wasn’t on her couch. Where the fuck am I? She thought to herself. 

“excuse me? get out of my house before i kick your ass. as for food, you’re not getting any,” she said with a shake of her head. stepping into the kitchen, she brought her own bowl out along with cereal and milk before pouring herself breakfast. “you’re not staying here.”

       ❛ BASICALLY, what i’m trying to say     without actually saying it     is that i want to start a band. i think that’d be so cool ! this town could use SOMETHING like that. ❜

“you pretty much failed that, don’t you think? you already did say what you want, so there was really no need in saying, ‘without actually saying it’. but i agree. a band could be a little entertaining in this dull town.”

“oh what the actual hell. i didn’t have a single booty call the entire fucking time you and i were together. i can’t believe you are actually suggesting i would do such a thing. rory —  i fucking loved you.” he knew his voice was raising and felt thankful the music could keep onlookers busy. “why the fuck would i poison something and then give it to you.”

she pursed her lips at the last few words of, ‘loved you’. “did you truly love me or were you pretending to?” she let out an audible groan before glancing away to stare upon the colorful alcoholic bottles laid in front of them. she gestured to the bartender and ordered a drink in the end, feeling as if she was getting a headache. “why wouldn’t you?” she asked, raising her own voice. “i’m sure you’d be ecstatic to get rid of me considering you suddenly left me without saying a word.”

“I went to the same coffeeshop, had the same barista, and ordered the same drink, and the dolt still messed it up. I can’t really say I’m proud of the fact that I got someone fired today, but I’m not disappointed in myself either.”

“aw, why aren’t you proud? it’s not your fault you ruined the drink and you deserve some good service, especially if you’re paying for that. i would have done the same if i were you anyway."

“is it my fault if someone gets drunk off their ass and need a ride home ? is it my fault if someone wrote my number in a bathroom stall that says, ‘call for a good time’ ?” the music playing in the room around them began to make jack’s head throb worse. nothing like nineteen eighties rock music to fit the mood. “fine, don’t take the drink. i’ll drink for the both us.” he shrugged, tossing back the glass of alcohol down his throat.

as a result of his questions, she rolled her eyes and shook her head. “no, of course not,” she grumbled and crossed her arms before turning away. “if it is true, the least you could have done was telling me you were taking somebody home and that you were suddenly getting booty calls from fucking strangers. ---i would have done that with you, so now that hurts too knowing you didn’t bother thinking about me.” it was a tiny attempt to make him feel guilty. watching him, she took a seat closest to them before scoffing. "i'm surprised you didn't poison it."

“tinder is for the weak. if you want real chemistry, you gotta grab them balls by the horn and pray to god that shit doesn’t get messy. or you can try facebook. and don’t feel bad, i would hate my job too if i actually had one.” daisy sighed, sipping on her cup of coffee and peering over at the other girl’s phone.

"i totally agree. there's always a party to look for a hook-up, so what’s the point of tinder? to use up your time by judging a person and possibly talking to someone who could be using fake photos? no thanks. ---have you ever thought about getting one?” she turned her head over to daisy, raising an eyebrow. "you can have mine, if you'd like."

he could feel his right eye twitching as she spoke. for a second, he prayed that he would either stroke out and wouldn’t have to deal with the current situation.·“rory, dammit. she was a coworker, a coworker that had needed a ride to work. you jumped to so many conclusions. just like a damn woman.” turning on his heel, he went to the other side of the bar and grabbed a glass to pour a drink. coke and rum, his signature favorite.·“here take it. at least it’ll be an equal argument this way.”

she rolled her eyes at his explanation before shaking her head and letting out a groan. "right. as if i should believe that when i've seen some of the texts being sent to you and i’m positive it’s from your so-called coworker. and oh? as if men aren’t the same. if we were still together and i left with someone attractive without letting you know about it, you’d be upset with me too. so don’t bother trying to blame a woman.” noticing the drink in his hand, she rose an eyebrow before approaching him once again. “what if i already had a few drinks? it wouldn’t be fair if i take more, now won’t it?”

no matter how many times jack explained that he hadn’t actually cheated on her and that everything had been a misunderstanding, it didn’t matter. what was done was done and that was what hurt the most. he had given so much of his time to a girl that actually made him feel something and it ended without a second thought. “rory, how many damn times do i have to tell you that nothing happened ?” crossing his arms, he decided that he wouldn’t back down to the girl that had once owned his entire heart. “if you’re looking for a fight, i’m gonna need a drink.”

she just had to be stubborn and couldn’t listen to what he had to say. with thinking he cheated in the first place, there was no excuse or any other explanation in her eyes. “you don’t have to fucking tell me that because i’m not going to listen. you should have already known this by now. i saw it with my own two eyes, so i don’t understand why you keep trying to tell me otherwise,” she argued, her voice raising at him. people nearby were already beginning to stare as she was causing a scene, but didn’t care at all. she knew he could have her kicked out of the bar if he truly wanted, so she didn’t bother leaving until he would choose to make that type of decision. “fine. go ahead and get a drink. it won’t matter anyway because i’m positive you’re not the greatest when it comes to fights.”

jack had almost finished his shift without anyone blowing chunks of wings and tequila on the vinyl floor covered with regret and peanut shells. for a while, he stood in the back, typing away on his phone — searching for someone to essentially spend the night with or at least bug until they allowed him to come over. he hated being alone. it was the quite of the night that really bothered him the most. seeing rory felt like a million knives were being slammed into his chest and back. sighing, he took a step back, seizing her up. “you do realize that i still work here, right ? and if i wanted, not saying i want to, but if i wanted to break someone’s heart, i wouldn’t pick up girls while on the clock. i’m not a monster.”

from his question, she shook her head and replied, “nope.” and she made sure to pop the p as well. “almost forgot who you were for a second, honestly. and sure you aren’t. just like how you’re totally weren’t a monster by cheating on me, right?” as he took a step backward, she took a step forward, as if looking for a fight from him. maybe deep down, that was what she really wanted. to fight him and be more bitter about their situation, so she wouldn’t bother looking at him in the eyes again. she could have simply ignored it, but something within her wanted to continue being mad over him. she just was so furious with how things ended and how much time she felt she wasted.