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celineonme‌:

The blonde plopped down on the stool beside Stephen, facing outwards so she could lean her back against the bar. “Who’s to say that you can’t?” She posed this question seriously, genuinely curious about it. “I know people—such as myself—that only leave their apartment if they absolutely need to. Why can’t you do that?”

“Because I’d like to be able to be a normal person that can go out and have friends and not just sit at home all the time. But I guess I’d be better off staying at home since I’m not exactly making friends much blowing up at people, anyway.”

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hadamandlostem‌:

Adam wasn’t dumb; he could hear the kerfuffle behind him, and he felt himself sigh. Turning around, with his beer still in hand, he reached out to grab Stephen by the collar of his shirt, his grip tight so the most that could happen was the fabric got stretched out a bit. He held the near-stranger back as he took a sip of the beer, his eyes training on a television across the pub as he waited for the confrontation to pass.

Stitch was just lunging towards the older man when his collar was grabbed. At first, he kept lunging, so much that he heard a few seams ripped. “Let me go!” he huffed, wrestling against the grip he knew he wouldn’t break. A little longer of him struggling like this and the other man and his friends just resorted to laughing at Stitch, spitting in his face once more before they turned to leave. “Get back here you fucker!” he yelled, one again fighting against the grip on his shirt. He wasn’t worried that he was embarrassing himself because at this point, his anger had taken over. Finally, the wave passed and he was able to settle some, slumping against the man’s iron grip.

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celineonme‌:

Stepping out from behind the bar, Celine placed her hand on Stephen’s back as she gave him a look, her touch trailing along his shoulders as she moved to grab a broom and a dustpan. “One day, Stitch…one day you’ll not be so hot-headed.” She joked, her hand dropping from his shoulders. “But today is not that day.”

He chuckled, the touch on his shoulders only reminding him to try to relax as he watched her pass. “Celine, I would love for that day to come. But I don’t exactly see it in my future. If I could stop avoiding the world because I’m afraid I’ll blow up, that’d be ideal.”

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awfullyfawnd‌:

“Hey, associates is still good. I mean, it’s a degree,” she pointed out. “I’m studying veterinary sciences and medicine. It’s like a childhood dream of mine.”

“Even if it’s a degree, it hasn’t done me much good yet” he joked, raising his brows with interest as she spoke “Oh, that’s awesome! I love animals. Not smart enough to be a vet or anything, though. I guess I’ll live vicariously through you!”

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timaftertim‌:

“Yeah I was paying more attention to my mail.” He chuckled and glanced at the others pocket. “Maybe you should put them on like a lanyard or something. Or I’ve seen people use like one of those carabeiner clips and clip them to their belt loop.” He suggested.

“I’ve thought about getting a lanyard before, oh! That clip sounds like a good idea. Maybe I’ll try that. I’m always losing these things anyway.”

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hadamandlostem‌:

Once the handshake was done, Adam dropped his own back to the table, watching Stephen as he introduced himself. At the mention of his scar, Adam felt his shoulders stiffen, but his expression stayed cool. He wasn’t the first to ever mention it, and he certainly wouldn’t be the last. “Uh…” he paused and looked at his glass, noticing that he had already finished his beer. “…sure. Why not?”

Stephen gestured over to the water, ordering himself and his new friend both a drink. Just as he was about to turn around, he heard a familiar voice from behind him. “Well if it ain’t that punk ass kid again...” Stitch stiffened, turning around to see the older man he’d gotten in a fight with about a week prior. “Listen, sir. I don’t want to-” he was cut off as the man spit in his face “I don’t care what you want. It’s about what you’re gonna get.” As soon as the spit had hit his skin he felt his inner switch flip, his hand roughly wiping the spit from his face. He didn’t take kindly to being embarassed, but especially not in front of someone he looked up to. His hands balled into fists, stepping off the stool and moving in towards the man.

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celineonme‌:

Celine couldn’t help but chuckle at his comment, her brows lifting as she leaned her hands against the bar, one shoulder shrugging. “ I’ve been okay. I’m a recluse to my own apartment, though. Wouldn’t really have it any other way.” Of course this was a lie, but what was she supposed to tell him? I rent my body out to strange men so I can make extra money. The sex is shit but the pay is great? Absolutely not. “How are you? Staying out of trouble?”

“yes and no.” he chuckled in response to her question. “I haven’t gotten in any trouble with the law. Though I did get put on probation at work for accidentally breaking the cash register. But I told them that’s what they get for putting me in a customer service position. They know I’m better off working on the boats or in the back.”

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hadamandlostem‌:

Adam had nearly gotten the kink worked out of his neck when he heard his name. Releasing a tired sigh, the fighter looked up from his beer and gave the person the voice belonged to a tight-lipped smile. “That’d be me, yeah.” He reached his hand out, figuring he needed to be polite. “And you are?”

Stephen blushed slightly, shaking the other man’s hand firmly, worried he shouldn’t have said anything. “I’m Stitch. Well, I’m Stephen, but everyone calls me Stitch because of this nasty scar I have. Which is part of why I always wanted to watch your fights. Someone else with an identifiable scar, y’know? Not to be weird...” He gestured to the bar “Can I buy you a drink?”

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awfullyfawnd‌:

She followed his gaze to the textbook and shrugged, “It’s a doctorate, so I know if I don’t cram… I’m going to be trapped in school for a very long time. Taking three classes right now.”

“A doctorate?” he chuckled “I barely made it through an associates, much less a doctorate. Props to you. What in? “

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timaftertim‌:

Timothy had checked his mail and was looking through the envelopes as he walked down the hall.  He looked up just in time to stop from running into someone.  “Sorry.  I almost didn’t see you there.” 

Stephen was trying to untangle his keys from a thread in his pocket when the other man’s voice stopped him, just inches from barreling straight in to TIm. “Woah.” he stepped back “Good call there. I was completely in my own world. Damn jeans ate my keys.” he joked lightly, gesturing to the mess at his pocket

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celineonme‌:

“Oh well in that case,” Celine teased, giving Stitch a playful roll of her eyes. She moved out of sight for just a moment before coming back with a bowl of chips, sliding them in front of him. “Because you eat everything and I know you’ll get hungry.”

Stephen almost pouted when she looked like she was leaving. He was enjoying having someone to talk to in the empty bar. But when she returned with a bowl of chips, his face lit up. “You know the way to a man’s heart.” he joked, immediately grabbing a few of the chips and crunching them messily into his mouth. “So how’ve you been? Outside of this place, I mean.” he spoke with his mouth still slightly full.

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awfullyfawnd‌:

As she stood to start looking, he instantly found them under her table. “Oh! Yeah, no wonder. That was… Way easier than I thought it would be,” Fawn commented with a smile. “I thought we were about to have to rearrange furniture and organize an entire search party with that keychain description.”

“Yes. Thank you for your help!” he pocketed the keys, looking down at her textbook. “Summer classes? You must be really dedicated to graduating.”

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hadamandlostem‌:

The pub wasn’t somewhere Adam frequented, but he liked to make an appearance every now and then. It was mostly to scout out who he may be able to recruit nest, but times like now, it was so he could have a beer after a hard day. Because he was planning on going away with Elsa soon, the male had been given a particularly rough schedule, with a televised fight every single night. His muscles were stiff and his neck was bothering him when he sat down with his draught beer, head dipping down while he rubbed at the back of his neck.

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Once again, Stitch was spending his day at the pub. Typically, if he spent more than one day in a row drinking he would rotate locations, but he’d developed a certain fondness for this pub, especially when it wasn’t too busy. He was getting ready to finish up his drink and leave, as more people were beginning to trickle in, when he noticed a face he recognized. “Hey!” he said towards Adam “Sorry to bother you, but are you Adam Dubois? I’m a big fan. Sorry if this is weird.”

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awfullyfawnd‌:

She was about to tell him that she did know, but honestly, she did not. Instead, Fawn looked down at her book then back to him before setting it aside and standing, “I did not. I was actually studying for a test tomorrow when I heard it. But, they have to be in this room, right? Any keychains I should look for?”

“Yeah, they can’t have gone too far. Must have just slid under something. There’s a black leather keychain on them, not that that makes them any easier to find.”  he said with a slight chuckle, looking under the table she was studying at. “Ah! There they are. No wonder you heard them.”

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celineonme‌:

The blonde lifted her brows as she listened, clearing off one last smudge from the bar before tossing the towel into the bucket with the rest of the dirty ones. “Well I’d prefer you not get glass all over my floor again, so yeah, thanks for coming in early.”

“I do what I can.” he said with a wink, taking a sip from the bottle “Plus I figured if it would be dead, you guys could use some entertainment anyway. Really I’m doing you a favor here and definitely not just covering my own ass.”

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awfullyfawnd‌:

Fawn was sitting in the lounge to do her homework. After what had happened to Peter, she wasn’t really ecstatic to be sitting along in her apartment and waiting for Vidia to come home. Staring down at her textbook, she only looked up at the distinct clink of keys hitting the ground. She called over to the man that was walking through, “Did you drop something?”

Stephen turned as the girl called to him, already beginning t answer no before feeling his pockets and noticing his keys were gone. “Actually, yes. Yes I did.” he looked around the lounge to see where they landed. “Did you see where they went?”

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celineonme‌:

The only two people in the pub working were Celine and the bartender. But he had stepped out momentarily for a cigarette, confident that nobody would come in. The blonde was busy wiping down the surface of it when Stephen walked in, a friendly smile appearing on her face. “You know I’m just a waitress, right?” She teased, already pouring him a glass of water and grabbing his drink of choice, sliding both to him. “Why are you here so early?”

“Yeah, but you’re easier to talk to. And it’s just a beer, nothing fancy.”Stephen shrugged, catching both drinks as they slid them. “Wanted to get here before the rush. As I’m sure you’ve noticed, I almost inevitably find trouble if I’m in here with too many people. I’m not looking for trouble, just a drink, so I figured now was a better time.”