anna-thefierce:
“My family owns the bar asshat.”
An eyeroll, the Irish brogue she had worked so hard to cover finally sinking out, she’d never discuss work or her personal life, but she was drunk. She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed weakly.
“Just a rough night is all, sorry. Dealing with somethings and it’s causing my personal and work lives to leak into each other.”
“Well, fuck me. I didn’t know.”
To be frank, it didn’t make a lot of sense for the girl–Anna, his brain helpfully supplies–to get piss drunk at a pub owned by her family, but Cass wasn’t in much of a position to judge family dynamics.
He has to work far too hard for his groan to come off empathetic rather than bored. In fact he couldn’t think of anything more uninteresting than this Anna’s life…that is, until something in her head suddenly comes clear and sparks his interest.
Edgar Bones.
Now that’s a story he’s familiar with.
“Personal and work…I’ve always heard office romances are a bad idea, but the heart wants what it wants, does it not?”
“Why pay for drinks when you can drink for free.” She admitted with a shrug and ran a hand through her hair and cradled her face in her hands letting out an annoyed grunt. What the fuck did he know, bite your damn tongue Anna.
“I can’t help it sometimes,” if she were just a few shades sober she’d realize who she was speaking to. “It’s complicated, and I don’t know what to do.” She was on a leave of absence, she needed it— she couldn’t let Edger lose his job. Not now, not ever.
