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cara-hastings:

“Sounds fair. Tonight, pack some things and come over. I’ll have things ready for you when you get there.”

“See you then.”

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cara-hastings:

“Jameson, please I insist. And you won’t hurt me. You are more important than the bar, please. Come stay a few days at my house…Please J.” She said gently towards the ends.

“Alright, I’ll try it out. But if I start feeling weird and acting weird I have to go.”

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cara-hastings:

“I’m sorry Jameson, should’ve called. Do you want to stay the night or probably a few days?”

“No, no. Don’t want to hurt you, just watch over the bar for me. Can’t interact that well yet. Kids were playing last night and screaming and I thought they were Iraq kids and I ran down to protect them with my gun in the air, I hate being like this. It snapped when I opened the door that I was home and not over there.”

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peytonxpierce:

“Something on your mind?”

“Just some things, nothing to worry about.”

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cara-hastings:

“Nope not busy, what’s up?”

“Having those thoughts again Cara, I’ve locked myself in my house for the past three days.”

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peytonxpierce:

“That you are staring.”

"Sorry about that. I just spaced out."

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cara-hastings:

“No, you’re just hearing things.”

"Can I talk to you? Or are you busy?"

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“Sorry, you say something?”

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"Oh the customers are fine. Plus midnight shift just came in so we have a break." He said grabbing the glass sipping from it. "Well it's sort of sad warning you." He said positing himself in the chair. "My father was an alcoholic. That's how I got the name Jameson because he was so drunk when I was born that he literally thought my birth certificate was a booze list. My mother. Oh my mother. She was an angel. Everyone loved her, she was the kindest woman ever. She passed when I was thirteen, that's when shit got worse in my life. I had five siblings that I then took care of since my worthless father would be home after midnight and leave at six in the morning. I juggled school, sports, and the kids. Making sure they were fed, kept up their school work, and all. Which I did a good job at. Then after a late night shift two days after I graduated my house was burned with them inside while they were sleep. My father dropped his cigarette while drunk and passing out. After that I was sleeping couch to couch, hell sometimes at my job because my boss would slide me a key to go in and eat and sleep. Then I realized I had nothing going for me anymore so I joined the marines." He said as he chugged his glass and refilled it. "The marines was maybe a bad thing to do. Because it has scarred me so much. We hit a land mime one day and everyone besides me was dead. I didn't know what to do after that. Few months pass by and with everything I saw I was diagnosed with PTSD. So after my fourth year I came here. And now I think I'm finally going to be okay with life. I feel good here you know?"

“What about the customers?” She asked, grabbing the bottle along with two glasses, walking over and sat next to him. She opens the bottle and pours it into two glasses, handing one over to him. “I like long story.”

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peytonxpierce:

“You were in the marines? Now that’s interesting.”

“Everyone says that, but it’s really terrible over there. Messes up your head.”

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"Well come on and take a seat." He said as he walked to the other side of the bar and sat on a bar stool. He then patted the seat smiling at her. "Bring some whiskey. This is going to be a long story."

“Mind if i ask what happened?”

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peytonxpierce:

“Oh and how are you liking it so far?”

"It's a hell of a lot better than being overseas in the marine's. A lot different from home as well, no one smiles or talk to you here."

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cara-hastings:

“It’s okay, i don’t judge. I’m actually more interested in more about you.”

"Well their's a lot of rough times in my memories. Never any many good times. I can tell you though, you understand a rough past."

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jakeandrewwtf:

“Sorry man. Uh..Well I have a history of fighting, street racing, and I’ve also been framed a few times for fitting the profile of someone that murder a family of three. The police are still convinced that it’s me when I had nothing to do with it. I’m currently going to court every Tuesday to get my named clear from a girl I once dated who claims I stole money from her, because I wouldn’t claim a child that isn’t mine. Yeah I have a lot going on.

“Well damn boy, but I can’t turn you down. Just handle your business and come to work when you can.” 

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cara-hastings:

“They were married? You sly dog.” 

As he quickly served people he looked over and shrugged his shoulders. “Hey, the more you know about me.”

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cara-hastings:

“Did you end up getting caught for it?”

“Nah, because I would’ve been killed by their husbands.”

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scarrhodes:

“Really, after highschool? You must have been really young. Why’d you join?”

“Had nothing else left. Family passed, so I just left.”