Buster Andson

My name's Buster. I'm a pretty cool dude. Love that outer space.

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xx-felicity:

Letting her eyes go wide she nodded a little towards him. “Well alright then. I guess I won’t feel too odd baking them. At least I know someone will eat them.” She laughed a little shaking her head. “How is someone horrible at taste testing? I mean if you eat them all that’s a way of saying they’re good right?” 

    “Well, I’m not exactly a conoisseur,” Buzz admitted. “I can never tell if something needs more salt or sugar or chocolate, I just know it’s sweet.”  Buzz smiled kindly both at Felicity and the thought of food. “So when are these Christmas cookies coming because I’m in the holiday spirit.”

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“Is it too early to start baking Christmas cookies? I mean.. I understand we have two holidays to go, but I need to practice.” Chewing on her lip she looked up and gave the fellow beside her a smile. “You can be the taste tester? Maybe?” 

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Buzz’s jaw dropped in mock-shock. “Listen, there is no such thing as a wrong season for cookies. Especially, not Christmas cookies.” He broke into a grin but laughed as she offered to let him eat them. “Oh, I will definitely just eat them all. I’m a terrible taste tester, you can ask my mom.”

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Tutoring Available | Open Starter

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adventures-and-thimbles:

Wendy turned, surprised by the tap, then listened to the boy. A wry smile appeared on her lips. Asking for a friend, but also asking about his worst class? Uh-huh, sure.

She politely hid her amusement and told him the price. “I just wasn’t sure what people would be able to pay,” she explained. “Especially if they’re having a great deal of trouble with a class. I figure not everybody has their parents paying their tuition and room and board and such. Unfortunately. And yes, I love history of magic!” Though she preferred fiction, history was like a story. Goodness, it even had “story” in the name. It was all the most exciting and interesting bits of everyday life from eons past, written down for one to read about.

Even though Buster felt a little bad about not being able to keep his eyes open in what seemed like this girl’s favorite class, but he felt pretty good about everything else, including her enthusiasm to teach him. “Oh, okay! Well, uh, my friend is free at night- it’s me, by the way, I’m my friend-” Buster paused for a second. He didn’t quite think it very funny calling himself his friend given his current, uh, condition. “But, uh, the price seems fine. I just have quidditch practice a lot so I don’t know how much time I’ll have or when I’ll spend that here. Do I have to know that now?”

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Tutoring Available | Open Starter

Wendy took a deep breath as she stared at the Hogsmeade notice board, clutching her notice to her chest. She missed Hogwarts. Of course the summer had been wonderful, and of course she loved the kids, and of course it was great to have time to work on her book. But, Wendy was a Ravenclaw. Sure, most of her affinity for her house came from her creativity, but she still valued learning immensely. And that part of her was starving. She’d managed to keep it up with reading a few books, yes, but her dilemma had caused something to occur to her: she was good at school. Not that she hadn’t known that before - that wasn’t the important part of the realization. The important part was that she could help students who needed it.

But she was nervous. She was beginning to feel like it was a key fixture of her being. Being in close contact with more people meant risking exposing her secret. Of course, part of her thought that might be a juvenile secret to keep - she was out of school, and really all she did now was work at the orphanage. Perhaps it was time to give it up. But then, maybe it wasn’t the best secret, but it was still hers. And a glorified maid at an orphanage wasn’t how she wanted to be seen. 

Wendy braced herself, then posted her notice to the board:

Need help with  your studies? 

Tutoring available for most courses, will work with your schedule.

Possible scholarships.

Really all that meant was that she’d help anyone who said they couldn’t afford a tutor for free. True, she wanted (and needed) to save up the money. But, while Wendy was practically minded, she wasn’t that way when it came to considering what others needed.

Wendy was reading over the bottom, where information about where to send an owl was, to be sure it was right (it was, she’d already read over it thrice before leaving the orphanage) when she heard the voice of someone she hadn’t noticed till then speak up.

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One thing Buster didn’t realize about being on the quidditch team is that practice ate into a lot of his time, including his homework and nap times. No nap times for Buster meant he’d had to make that time up somewhere else and apparently that time was in History of Magic. Because, come on. 

Needless to say, therefore, Buster was in need of a little help, even if he didn’t necessarily want to admit it. It was good thing that he saw Wendy in Hogsmeade then, but the prospects of a scholarship worried him a little. He was good with money, but how much was this tutoring that he’d need a full scholarship. “Uh, excuse me,” he said, tapping Wendy on the shoulder. “How much is tutoring? Asking for a friend. And do you do History of Mag? Because that’s my worst class.”

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Keeper to Keeper || Buster & Mulan

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mulanzhou:

With a wave of her wand, Mulan finished packing up the rest of the things from class and set them to the side.  She hoped the new Gryffindor Keeper didn’t feel any antagonism toward her or anything for having had that spot for so long.  “I’m sure you’ll improve with practice.  That’s usually what the team practices are good for, working out the kinks of the team and ensuring everyone is at their best.  But, if you’d like, I could offer some pointers,” she smiled kindly.  “Oh and, by the way, congrats on making the team this year.  I’m sure I’m leaving my old spot in good hands.”

Buster watched in minor awe as she whisked away all the equipment. It probably wasn’t an extraordinarily difficult feat but he was baffled by anything. “Pointers?” he repeated as though it was unreal what she was offering. “UH, YES!” Buster thanked her for the compliment, but to be honest, he also hoped the team was in good hands. “But if you’re helping me out, I’m gonna be better than ready.” He leaned up against his broom eagerly. “So what’s the secret to being the best Hogwarts keeper?”

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Keeper to Keeper || Buster & Mulan

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The new year was in full swing, which meant quidditch practice was up and running again.  Mulan was thrilled that Bobby was captain for the Gryffindor team this year, and she had full faith in him.  But, another person caught her attention too.  For the past few years, Mulan had secured and reigned as the Gryffindor Keeper (which earned her place as the current Flying TA and a spot with the Holyhead Harpies).  Suffice to say, leaving the Gryffindor Keeper spot was a little bittersweet.  And since she was the Flying TA, she knew the complete rosters of every house team.

On the sunny day, Mulan found herself on the quidditch pitch cleaning up after the last first-year class, when she spotted the new Gryffindor Keeper.

“Hey!” she smiled, waving as she approached Buster.

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Buster couldn’t believe when he saw his name on the team roster. In fact, not only was he ecstatic, he was terrified. He’d worked hard during the summer but he didn’t actually expect to make the team. Making the team meant friendship and camaraderie, sure, but it also meant stressful game situations and Buster wasn’t someone who handled stress tremendously. He did have good focus, though, and passion, which led him to excelling during tryouts.

Still, Buster knew he couldn’t slack off so he was on the pitch at every possible moment. As he walked on, expecting no one, the quidditch fan in his heart nearly fell out of his chest. Mulan was not only a Gryffindor legend and inspiration but a pro-ball player. And she was waving to him because he was expected to fill her shoes. Or broom. “Uh, hey!” he said trying not be sound to nervous or enthusiastic. After all, she was only a student last year. “I was just about to practice. I’m still slow going to my right side...” He had his broom in hand but felt embarrassed to try anything in front of her.

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A Day in the Life (flashback) || Cain & Ellis

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the-original-angry-bird:

Ellis gasped when the fight started back up, feeling her whole body freeze. She should have intervened, but something deep inside told her to not. When Cain stopped on his own, she felt her heart finally catch up to her panic and beat a million miles a minute. It felt like she wanted to run, but she didn’t. Instead, she shook her head and looked to his table, “How about we sit Abe somewhere else and fix him up, and you finish your food. I’ll be off in an hour or two. It’s a short shift.”

Cain shook his head. There was nothing he could do there, besides make more trouble probably, and Ellis didn’t need that right now. “I don’t care about Abe, he can choke on a fork,” he said, half-joking, as though that was something anyone but him would laugh at. “No, you stay here. I’ll be at my apartment, just call me when you get off.” He said that, but Cain planned on making a stop by his man Jude to see if there was any real jobs open. Not necessarily a hit, but anything to put some cash in his pocket and let out some stress. He decided this after he reached into his pocket and laid out some bills to cover his meal and a small tip for Ellis only to find that this was his last bit, outside of his emergency stash. “I’ll, uh, I’ll see you another day.” Cain purposely walked out past Abe so he could glare the man down as he left.

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Bobby couldn’t hide his emotions after he heard about the new Quidditch positions. HE MADE CAPTAIN!!! His heart felt like it was going to burst in excitement and he walked as if he was prancing on clouds. Sure, there weren’t a lot of options to pick from, but he had the power to make this season better. There wasn’t, couldn’t be anything to bring him down.

“Oh! Hey there! Are you doing well? I’m doing SUPER well!”

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Buster laughed as he came face-to-face with his exuberant friend.  Bobby was a generally cheerful guy, which was good because being around happy friends made Buster happy. “Yea, I can tell, mate. What for? New pair of trainers? Pocket full of Gobstoppers?”

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A Day in the Life (flashback) || Cain & Ellis

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the-original-angry-bird:

If only she could tell him. Let him know why she was so worried. Why the universe conspired seemingly against them both. Getting him out of harms way and away from a world where he needs to know how to kill would perhaps save them both. But, of course, Ellis couldn’t let him know. It would take too much explanation and too much fear that he would simply call her crazy and end it. 

She held his hand tightly as he gripped hers, staring into his eyes. Before Cain could even finish, they were stopped and Ellis knew exactly where this night was headed. As soon as Cain stood she began to stand as well, but as the man’s head hit the table all delay in her movements was gone. She was over to them just as the second blow hit and her hands reached out for Cain’s arm, “He’s got it! Lesson learned, right Abe?” she asked, eyeing the man with blood down his face, “Cain, he’s just a drunk fool. Let him go.” 

Ellis didn’t dare turn around and inspect the rest of the room, knowing full well the cook was going to be glowering through the window and that the other patrons were all watching with wide-eyed interest. Cain going off was like a wreck that everyone wanted to watch, but nobody wanted to be the recipient of the gruesome consequences. 

Cain was ready to yell at the man again or hit him or do something (he hadn’t thought that far ahead) when Ellis spoke up to stop him. For some reason, it bothered him that she knew the other man’s name, not because he was jealous but because...well, yes, her was just jealous. He looked at Ellis and how calm she was, intent on stopping however far could’ve taken this. Then Cain glanced around at the rest of the establishment, some who gawked in astonishment, which made Cain a little proud, and others who were disgusted at his brutishness, which only fueled his anger a bit more. Either way, he couldn’t keep pulling crap like this or Ellis could lose her job over it.

“Fine.” Cain made the mistake of looking back at the man, who had smirked in relief at Cain’s resignation. Needing to prove this wasn’t a peaceful resolve, Cain kicked over the man in his chair as a note of finality. However, seeing Abe hit the floor only spurned Cain to follow after him. On his hands and knees, he grabbed the man by the collar and punched him a few times, forgetting his earlier statement and practically everything else except the task at hand which was making sure this man couldn’t ever say anything to embarrass him and Ellis ever again. Ellis. Remembering her and the fact this was her place of work made him stop immediately and sit back on his heels. He wiped off his hands on his pants before standing up to face her but not meeting her eyes. “I’m, uh... I should go home.”

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You’re Worth It// Ken and Mrs. Nesbit

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metrosexual-ken:

Buster kept messing up his “lines” as he referred to himself in the third person, maybe even fourth since he said “ours”. Ken nodded along, not sure what was happening, but not commenting on it. “No worries, friend,” Ken chimed with a smile, “I always inform my friends of their fashion choices. It’s a curse, really, but someone must do it.”

“Well, thank you, Kenneth. Now, if you’ll excuse me, Miriam and I have plans for later. Or we’re going to, because someone needs to help me with all of this clothes.” Mrs. Nesbit took the clothes, which was heavier than she anticipated, and turned to walk away. She wished she knew how to use all this magic crap, but it couldn’t so it would be walking for her. “I’m sure I’ll see you again, sweetheart.” He seemed like a nice, young man.

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A Day in the Life (flashback) || Cain & Ellis

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the-original-angry-bird:

“Ah well.” Ellis said, shrugging and fixing her hair, “I suppose I can whip something up. Maybe be a suitable substitute.” She eyed his smile loving every bit of it. He did have a temper, but Cain also had his sweet side. It was rare, but it showed. If only that side could be seen more, how different things might be. Each moment she got him to smile was one less he spent angry and fighting. 

Of course, they returned to talking about work, and Ellis’s smile became a bit forced. She knew Cain was skilled at his ‘jobs’ and that giving him some sort of release for his rage was good, but all the same she worried about him. Maybe it was feeding things instead of releasing them, or what would happen when things finally decided to go wrong? When his luck or intimidation ran out and someone finally decided to hurt him?

Ellis looked about the place, taking a brief moment to sit down across from him and reaching out for his hand. “Cain… If you need some money I…I have some saved and my rent’s all paid up if you need somewhere to stay. I just don’t want you hurt. Those sort of things could go wrong, and if they do or you make the wrong sort of enemies… I’m afraid of you not coming back.” Ellis bit her lip, “I’m already worried you won’t, but something like the mafia? That sounds big-time.” Of course, nothing she said would change his mind. This was Cain. She knew he would do whatever he wanted anyway, and that’s how it had always been. His rage was likely even boiling up at being told ‘no’ or that it wasn’t a good idea. Ellis’ eyes looked down and she drew out a shy grin, “But… It is up to you. I can’t talk you out of it if you’re already thinking of it, but I can ask you to be careful.”

Sadly, her attempt at keeping his temper even was all for naught as one of the new patrons of the establishment seemed to be eyeing them over with curiosity. Even she noticed him snooping in, and as his mouth opened, Ellis knew it was over. “Oh get a room you two. You’re sappy little story is giving me a toothache.” She wished she could have turned invisible right then and there, or made him become invisible through sheer will.

Cain wanted to be happy about Ellis holding his hand but he could also tell that she was no longer being playful. She was somber and serious; his face fell in response. "Stop worrying about that," Cain said in a hushed but forceful voice. He hit the table with his free hand, but quickly pushed back his hair as if to compose himself. "I know what I'm doing and I've been doing forever, so just trust me. I’m not going anywhere." He tried not to get riled up at her but he was a little unhappy that she didn't think he could handle a larger gig. Or maybe she was just caring and worrying, but Cain still felt she wasn't trusting in his skill. “And don’t offer your money again, okay? You worked for that. Hard. He squeezed her hand a little tighter but not in a mean way; just to show her that he really meant what he was saying. “It’s not your job to take care of me; I should be-”

Cain noticed Ellis’ eyes flicker over and at the same moment the man beside them spoke up. Cain was not happy at being cut off twice in the same night, but, seeing the embarrassment on Ellis’ face is what sent him over. “Oh, is that what you have? A toothache?” Cain let go of Ellis’ hand and pushed his chair back as he stood up. He walked slowly over to the sitting man, feigning calmness. “Where’s it hurt, huh? Here?” Cain grabbed the man by the hair and slammed his face into the table. The room slowly fell quietly at the sound of the thud.“H-Hey,! Stop , I-I-I’m so-” Cain hit him into the table again. “Not good to be cut off, huh? What, you couldn’t hear we were having a goddamn conversation?!”

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A Day in the Life (flashback) || Cain & Ellis

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the-original-angry-bird:

The dark haired girl patiently let Cain’s temper cool off with the distraction of informing her of what he was wearing. She knew she shouldn’t have found it endearing he was so protective, but she somehow did. All those times he lost it and she pulled him back from the edge. Despite her unimportant job, station, and life, Cain was the one who made her feel like she was something brilliant and shining and golden. Only he managed to send her head higher into the clouds than it already was. Even her deep fears about the way all her past lives had ended were seemingly swept under the rug when she had his attention.

“Ooohhh~ you’ll look quite dashing.” She said, complimenting him. When the question came, Ellis couldn’t help but play a little coy, “What? I thought you were going to bring some fancy lady?” She let it sit there for a moment before a small devious smirk appeared, “Though I’d love to join you if you didn’t have some fancy girl.”

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At Ellis’ response, Cain rolled his eyes but returned the subtle grin. There were many things that kept the two of them together, but one of Cain’s favorite was that she could use her wit to push Cain’s buttons in the most intriguing ways. She could dish and deal with the best of them, but she could never be categorized as cruel like her counterpart. “Oh, no, I thought about it. But all the fancy girls were booked that day.”

The music playing in the establishment got a little louder, some sort of jazz tune that Cain didn’t particularly like. He pulled out his last cigarette from his shirt pocket and lit it. “This is why I need to get a job. No more cigarettes.” Cain took a long draw, careful not to blow the smoke in Ellis’ direction, before adding, “I could do a big one, you know, mafia or something, and we’d be set. No more working after that.” He knew that was only half-true for him He could quit the factory but Cain would need some sort of alternative method to channel his rage. At least, this way he got paid for hurting people. 

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A Day in the Life (flashback) || Cain & Ellis

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the-original-angry-bird:

Ellis had been trying to keep the mood up, even with the gossipy sort of diversion that seemed to work on most people. Of course, Cain wasn’t most people and before she knew it he was back to imagining the worst of his brother and for his brother. Her smile dimmed, a bit, as she took a deep breath. 

“Yeah… I see them. Every once in a while one’ll come in.” Thankfully, Cain caught himself before he really went off the deep end, and Ellis could only work up a shrug, “Well neither of you boys are going to be drafted, even if I have to march to that office and give one of those drafting men a piece of my mind.” She stated, firmly. Of course, all she wanted to say was that she hoped Cain didn’t go anywhere and leave her alone. He didn’t know it, but she’d never quite been without some trace of him, be it those odd memories cropping up or in this life where they’d grown up as children together. 

“Ellis!” the cook called from the back, glowering through the rectangular opening behind the counter as he waved a plate about. She blinked and rushed over, her mood shifting once more to a mask of happiness as she took the order and made her way back, once more, to Cain’s table. “Well… on a happier note, are you going to their wedding? I’d love to see you all done up in a fancy suit.”

Cain could see how determined Ellis was in her statement about tearing down the draft system for him so he didn’t laugh. She wasn’t just an optimistic person; Cain believed Ellis would force the universe to give her the outcome she wanted. “I’m not getting dra-” The order from the man in the back cut Cain off. As Ellis turned to attend to her work, Cain let out an agitated growl and glared in the direction of the cook. He didn’t like the way the cook said her name or looked at her, and Cain made mental note of that. Had it not been for the speediness with which Ellis returned, he would have gotten up and taken care of the situation immediately.

“Mhm...” he sounded, still looking at the opening through which the man had spoken earlier. He soon turned his attention to Ellis again after a long exhale. “Yup, suit and shoes and the whole works.” Cain tried to figure out a subtle way to ask the woman to come with him and settled on asking, “Are you coming with me?” as he awkwardly held the empty glass in his hand. She would surely receive an invitation anyway, as a friend of the family, but Cain wanted her their as a friend of his.

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A Day in the Life (flashback) || Cain & Ellis

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the-original-angry-bird:

Ellis simply sighed and let the argument about careers go. They’d had it too many times to count, and she didn’t want to deal with a fight tonight. They never got anywhere, and it would only stir up trouble where it wasn’t wanted. Cain brought in enough of it as it was. 

The dark haired girl took a cursory glance about the place for new orders or her manager as she leaned against the table lightly. It seemed as if she had some time to talk.

“Donny?! Marriage?!” She said, louder than she wanted to as a laugh escaped her lips, “Well good for him! And you better not tell him otherwise! That girl he has is too good to be left without a promise if he does get called out to serve. I hear lots of girls moving on when their men are away for too long.” She said, the last part almost a whisper. “Some married, but most of them just dating. Without a ring and with war on, they act like it’s not cheating.”

Cain wasn’t a gossip, but part of that was that he wasn’t exactly a conversationalist. As cliche as it sounded, he let his fists do the talking. Still, with Ellis, he would indulge in the chit-chat and small talk and wartime gossip, even it was in his blunt, Cain-sort-of way. “I already told him, but he doesn’t listen to anybody. He’s a kid, he can’t think long-term.” Cain said this, knowing well that his brother was indeed a young man, and no longer a kid. He rubbed at his face, feeling only slightly aggravated at his little brother’s stubbornness.

“You see how these guys are coming back. Say Donny goes out and comes back with no legs or screwed up in the head or dies in a trench. Now he’s got a widow.” Cain threw back his whiskey. “I say, best case, she cheats and he never finds out.” Not looking up but sensing the horror that had to be painted across his friend’s face, he added, “Or he doesn’t get drafted and happily ever after.”

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A Day in the Life (flashback) || Cain & Ellis

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the-original-angry-bird:

Never jealous? That was rich. Ellis struggled not to outright laugh at the notion and simply settled for a raised eyebrow and a knowing glance. Last time one of the men at the bar got even a little flirtatious he was out back bleeding and suffering from several broken bones within minutes. Cain certainly had a temper, and it certainly affected any who decided to interfere with Ellis. However, she should probably be grateful for it. Nobody in their right minds would dare touch her, and his notorious temper had never quite been turned on her. 

“Well, it’s not glamorous, that’s for certain. Not exciting either. You should try something like it at some point. Sometimes a lack of danger and excitement is good for a person. Good for temper too.” she said, figuratively poking the bear, “Either way, it sounds like you’re in dire need of your whiskey so you can tell me some tales. I’ll be right back with your drink.”

it didn’t take long for her to sashay over to the bar and get the bartender hopping on that drink. Some of the other patrons upon hearing Cain’s name turned, briefly catching his eye before turning back around. The smarter ones kept even closer to themselves. Once it was all made, Ellis made her way back and slipped it onto the table, “One Whiskey, and one order on the way. So… indulge me a bit. It’s a slow night.”

Cain narrowed his eyes slightly. He knew Ellis was just looking out for him, but he wasn’t changing careers anytime soon. He took care of other people’s people problems, and he was good at it. And, yes, having easily accessible rage helped with the more gruesome bits. “I’m not sewing a little girl’s dress, Ellis. Temper or no temper.”

Cain watched as she walked away. He felt Ellis was a pretty good waitress, though he wasn’t exactly sure what made a good waitress. He just knew she was a good one. As the bar patrons turned their heads, very briefly, to catch a glance of Cain, the man’s ego puffed a little. He certainly had a reputation here. He wasn’t sure if the reason he was still allowed inside was their fear of confronting him or Ellis’ persuasion. Either way, here he was.

The man next to him, noticing how people looked at Cain, turned his eyes on the man as well. For a little too long. Cain felt the stare, and sharply glared back. “Get your goddamn eyes off of me or I-” he stopped at Ellis came back to the table with his drink. He cleared his throat, trying to think of how to entertain her. “Hmm, well, Donny proposed to his girl. Says he wants to have a wife to write to if he gets shipped off.” Donny was Cain’s youngest brother, about ten years the man’s junior. “I think it’s bad idea, but...you know, whatever, he wants.”

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A Day in the Life (flashback) || Cain & Ellis

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the-original-angry-bird:

Ellis couldn’t help but let out a chipper laugh at her favorite customer, and friend. Cain was always at Jimmy’s and if he ever got called away she wasn’t sure what she’d do without seeing him. “Oh please, you know I call them all dear! It’s clearly to make you jealous. I can’t show favoritism…. part of the waitress trade.” she winked before putting a hand on her hip and leaning over by his table. “So how was work today? Or is that a conversation for after your whiskey?”

“Me? Jealous? Never.” Cain said but at the same time, he took a look around at the other men at the bar. If anyone of them looked at Ellis for too long in what he felt was the wrong way, he’d make sure they didn’t look at anything else for a long time. Ellis’ voice brought Cain out of the dark thought.

“Nah, I’ve got plenty of other conversations for after whiskey. Work was alright. Still looking for a real job, you know.” Cain knew Ellis didn’t particularly agree with his preferred choice of income so he changed the topic. “How’s, uh, clothes sewing? That must be fun,” he added sarcastically.