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“See, now that’s a job I could get behind. I just need all the designers in Alabama to start lining me up with free outfits, and I can just… live my life and get paid for it.” She chuckled, still swinging her legs as the other girl continued to count through the drawer of her register. “We’ll have to find somewhere to wear them.” She assured Maybelle, a smile permanently etched on her face. “Somewhere we can show ‘em off a little. Seems almost a waste to look so cute in a place like Bluebell, doesn’t it?” She loved the quaint town, having spent so much of her life there, but Sawyer’s dreams were bigger than some cow-town with one bar and too many fruit stands. 

When her best friend slid the bill across the table, Sawyer mimicked the motion, returning it instantly. “Absolutely not, Maybelle.” She argued, shaking her head. “It is not your job to make up for the lack of gratuity in this town. Besides, we’ve still gotta pick up drinks anyways. Save your money for when I inevitably go over my budget at the liquor store.” She chuckled. “Do we need to stop by your place, to grab a swim suit?” She asked, realizing that she probably didn’t just keep one at the store.

“If you truly want to do that, I can talk to some people and see if we can figure something out.” She truly did mean it. She wanted Sawyer to be as happy as she could be and if doing that would make her happy, she would do her best to help. “We could get you as one of the models for the store. Get pictures and all that. I can contact some of the designers I buy from and see if you could do the same for them. You’re gorgeous so I don’t see why they would say no.” The idea of taking a trip was appealing. “It has been too long since I was in New Orleans. Maybe we could take a weekend trip soon. Or maybe down to the coast for a little while.” 

When the bill was slipped back to her, she pushed it back towards Sawyer. “I know it’s not my job. But I haven’t been able to stop by as much when you’re working and so I owe you.” It wasn’t really true. She had still been coming in. But she felt terrible that she had a rough night and not much to show for it. “I’ll need to stop by my place. Your dress is there, too. So we can make it a nice trip for both of us.”

“Belle!” She whined, knowing that the other girl wasn’t going to back down. “Fine, but I’m using it to pay for our drinks tonight.” She pointed out, a knowing look on her face. It didn’t seem as though Maybelle was visiting the Rammer Jammer any less, but she wouldn’t argue. Not when she knew it wouldn’t go anywhere. “That works for me. I need to borrow a suit, too. Truth be told, I was just gonna jump in, in my underwear, but a bathing suit just sounds so much cuter.”

Nothing was traditional about the things Sawyer and Orion did. Calling themselves friends was almost an insult, considering most of their time together was spent either struggling to discard their clothing, or find it afterwards. But, being at work made that difficult most of the time. Sure, they’d snuck out back a few times in the past to fool around in her car, but that hardly compared to the satisfaction of leaving together, right? 

“I get that it’s late, but since when has that ever kept the good people of Bluebell home?” She chuckled, hoisting herself to sit on the counter top next to him. “There’s not a single soul in here. I’m tempted to just close up shop for the night.” She wasn’t sure if they were allowed to do something like that, though. “Unless you have any ideas on how to spice up the rest of our night?”

There was nothing Orion liked more than convenience - and if he could couple it with his sex life, he would.  Sawyer was always teasing him, with her booty shorts and leaning over the bar in just the right way to get his attention - and her drinks faster than the other waitresses.  As long as everyone was on the same page, why mess with a good thing?

“Maybe there’s a game on or something?”  Orion never followed sports, but that kept people home, didn’t it?  “Or maybe everyone decided tonight was the night to stay home and bone,” he snorted.  “Maybe we should follow suit.  Play a game of strip poker or something.  Fuck on the bar.  Who knows.”

“Who knows.” She shrugged. One look at the girl and you could tell she didn’t know a damn thing about sports. “As fun as that sounds, I think that might even be too risky for the two of us. They do have a camera in here.” She reminded him, eyes averting to the corner of the room. “That being said, I don’t see why we can’t play in the backroom.”

There were few boundaries between the two girls, and Sawyer was just fine with that. She’d always been the type to climb into a friend’s lap, or hold their hand, content with just being close to those she cared about, and nothing made her happier than when Maybelle did the same things. It made Sawyer feel special, knowing she probably wasn’t like this with everyone. As Maybelle’s finger booped her bottom lip, the dark haired girl pretended as though she was going to bite her, a wide grin taking over her tanned features. “Very few can resist the power of the pout.” She reminded her playfully. “And if that doesn’t work, I’ve got long eyelashes.” Sawyer was used to getting her way most of the time, but she didn’t seem to have to try too hard with her best friend. “What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t talk while you were trying to count money?” She chuckled, following the other into the backroom. 

“Oh, Belle, you didn’t have to do that!” She chimed, perching herself on the edge of the table where Maybelle was sat with the register drawer. Though, she certainly wasn’t going to turn away a new dress. They’d been friends long enough that she trusted it would be something she liked. “Oh, just a bunch of old drunk men who couldn’t keep their comments to themselves, or bother leaving a tip to make up for it.” She shrugged, swinging her feet a little. “Remind me again why alcohol makes everyone so gross?” She couldn’t help but laugh, knowing that she was probably just as rowdy at times, though she never considered herself to be insulting. 

Maybelle smiled before shaking her head. “I know I didn’t have to do it. But I wanted to. It’s good advertising to have you wear something that came from my store. We all win.” Part of her was kidding but deep down, she knew it was true. In a town this small, having someone actually in her clothes was better than any advertising she could do. And she got to give her friend a gift. In her mind, it made total sense. “Plus there may have been a matching one I got for myself. It’s really I need someone to wear them together.” Also true, but also kidding. 

She shook her head, starting to count out the money once she was settled in on the table. “Correction-alcohol makes gross people even more gross. And that usually tend to be old men. I think I’m rather lovely with a few drinks in me. But I just giggle about everything and call everyone pretty.” She knew what Sawyer was talking about. People assumed things and could be horrible to almost anyone. She slipped a twenty in front of her friend before counting them. “Consider that their tip and my fee for not being there to save you.”

When her best friend slid the bill across the table, Sawyer mimicked the motion, returning it instantly. “Absolutely not, Maybelle.” She argued, shaking her head. “It is not your job to make up for the lack of gratuity in this town. Besides, we’ve still gotta pick up drinks anyways. Save your money for when I inevitably go over my budget at the liquor store.” She chuckled. “Do we need to stop by your place, to grab a swim suit?” She asked, realizing that she probably didn’t just keep one at the store.

The Rammer Jammer was certainly not the most luxurious place to spend each day, but it was honest work, and Sawyer usually made a killing in tip money – something she owed to her short shorts and the flattering tee shirts she wore during her shifts. But, no matter how slowly the hours passed, or how many times the town drunk spilled his beer, Sawyer was thrilled when her schedule lined up with Orion’s. 

The two had an interesting relationship, to say the least, and they always found daring ways to pass time at the little bar. And, tonight wasn’t bound to be any different. “How much longer?” The raven-haired girl whined, slumping against the bar counter, next to the boy. “I feel like we’ve been here an eternity. It’s never this fuckin’ slow.” ( @devinestardust​ )

“Fucking tell me about it,” Orion huffed.  “There is no reason why people shoudln’t be here right now enjoying a drink or seven,:”

“I get that it’s late, but since when has that ever kept the good people of Bluebell home?” She chuckled, hoisting herself to sit on the counter top next to him. “There’s not a single soul in here. I’m tempted to just close up shop for the night.” She wasn’t sure if they were allowed to do something like that, though. “Unless you have any ideas on how to spice up the rest of our night?”

That frustrated sigh was like music to the girl’s ears, a grin tugging at her features as Maybelle pushed past the curtains. She could seem as irritated as she wanted, but Sawyer knew well enough that nobody else in town could get away with pestering the redhead as much as she did. “And here I thought my presence was a gift enough.” She chuckled, leaning against the counter as her eyes set on her best friend. “I’m hurt, Belle. Truly.” She exaggerated, sticking out her bottom lip in a pout. 

In a town like theirs, Sawyer felt like she often didn’t fit in, but somewhere along the line, she’d found Maybelle, and it all fell into place. It was impossible not to feel at home when the two were together. “I’ve had the worst day.” She admitted as the girl joined her at the counter. “But, if my watch is correct, you ought’a be closing soon, right? I was hoping I could convince you to a night filled with wine and night swimming. God knows I could use it, after the shift from hell I just worked.”

Maybelle leaned over and tapped her bottom lip with her finger. “None of that. You know I can’t say no to you with that lip out.” There was not much Maybelle would say no to. Not when it came to Sawyer. She was pretty much the only person who she couldn’t really so no to. “Your presence is always welcome. But I do like real presents, too. Both are equally fun.” Maybelle looked at the large clock she had on the wall. Sawyer was right. It was only about ten minutes until she normally closed. “I’m sorry you had a bad day. Of course I can come and hang out. You wanna stick around while I close up?” 

She didn’t wait for her response while she moved to turn the sign to close on the door. She quickly locked it before going to grab the drawer from the cash register. “I got a dress you might want in the back, too. If you like it, it’s all yours. I thought it would look cute on you so I ordered it.” She moved into the back, sitting down at the table knowing Sawyer would follow her. They had done this plenty of times before. “What made your shift so bad? Is it something you can talk about?” 

“Oh, Belle, you didn’t have to do that!” She chimed, perching herself on the edge of the table where Maybelle was sat with the register drawer. Though, she certainly wasn’t going to turn away a new dress. They’d been friends long enough that she trusted it would be something she liked. “Oh, just a bunch of old drunk men who couldn’t keep their comments to themselves, or bother leaving a tip to make up for it.” She shrugged, swinging her feet a little. “Remind me again why alcohol makes everyone so gross?” She couldn’t help but laugh, knowing that she was probably just as rowdy at times, though she never considered herself to be insulting. 

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♡ 001. SAWYER & MAYBELLE

To say that Maybelle and Sawyer were an odd pair was probably an understatement. In the amount of time the girls had known one another, their differences stuck out like a sore thumb. But, that never stopped them from having a good time together. In fact, some would even say Sawyer looked the happiest when she was with the ginger-haired girl. And, chances were, she’d agree. 

So, it was no surprise that, after a long shift at the Rammer Jammer, Sawyer had made her way down to Maybelle’s clothing shop, stopping inside only to lean over the front counter and ding the small bell six or seven times – annoying the other girl just enough to beckon her attention. ( @maybelle-knox· )

There was only one person who was willing to ring her bell like that. There was only one person who Maybelle would let get away with that. Maybelle sighed over-dramatically, making sure Sawyer could hear her from the front. Grabbing the curtain that separated the back from the front, she opened it dramatically. “You better have a present for me if you’re going to call me like that.” She smiled before dropping the pretense, chuckling softly. 

Many people didn’t get the friendship between the two girls. If you asked her, it made totally sense. They both had been through tragedy and had come out of the other side. Sure, they took different routes. But that was something that only made them closer. She leaned against the counter with a bright smile “Hello, my love. How are you?” 

In a town like theirs, Sawyer felt like she often didn’t fit in, but somewhere along the line, she’d found Maybelle, and it all fell into place. It was impossible not to feel at home when the two were together. “I’ve had the worst day.” She admitted as the girl joined her at the counter. “But, if my watch is correct, you ought’a be closing soon, right? I was hoping I could convince you to a night filled with wine and night swimming. God knows I could use it, after the shift from hell I just worked.”