~ stuck in motion ~

Brett Grant || 23 || bar owner & part - time psychiatrist

[riley-mcnabb-blog]

“Whoa, whoa, okay. Calm down, calm down, shh. Let’s–where’s your owner, huh?”

[brettgrant]

“I think I saw someone leave this big guy then head down the road.” She said kneeling down trying to help calm the dog.

[benrhorror-blog]

“Don’t you love it when you order Starbucks then proceed to spill it all over your new shirt? Well, that’s how my day started.”

[brettgrant]

“It’s alright, bold roast looks good on you.” She joked reassuring him.

[atcolbert-blog]

“Um–” Ara hesitated for a moment before he approached the stranger. “I’m sorry to disturb you, but do you happen to have a phone charger on you? My phone just died and I’m waiting for an important call.”

[brettgrant]

“Promise you’re not going to run away with it right?” Brett raised an eyebrow with a grin as she dug through her bag to retrieve the cord and hand it off to him.

[kennymonty-blog]

“I like my sex and my coffee like Kylo Ren. On the dark side.”

[brettgrant]

Funny Montgomery, why don’t you turn that music act into stand up?

[brettgrant]

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[scotty-duncan-blog]

“Hey now, hey now, this is wha–” Tallon’s eyes had just fluttered open to spot the company as he strummed his guitar. “There’s nothing wrong with singing Hilary Duff,” he explained away before a comment could be made.

[brettgrant]

“Hey, hey - no judgement here.” Brett laughed and held her hands up in defense. 

[avajoannalennox-deactivated2016]

“Excuse me,” Ava said, calling out for the person in front of her, closing her compact mirror. “Could you move a little?” she asked, giving the person a charming smile. “You’re in my way. I need the light.”

[brettgrant]

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize I was hogging the sun.” She rolled her eyes despite moving over a step. Brett never cared much for makeup except for a little mascara and she didn’t try to understand girls who made such a fuss over it.

[thomashaines-blog1]

“Okay, okay, just–whoa. Steady with it! I don’t want it to tip.”

[brettgrant]

Brett was headed down the street when she saw an accident waiting to happen. “Hey! Hold it!” She yelled jogging up ahead quickly enough to move a box that the movers would have undoubtedly tripped over. 

[stiles-fromacrossthehall]

His eyebrows raised at the comment and then his face flushed. He vividly remembered that night with her. It wasn’t something he normally did at all but he took a risk and it paid off. Brett was the kind of girl he couldn’t help but like, she was infectious in the best way possible, and he was definitely glad he kept in contact with her. “Tomorrow sounds great. We don’t start spring practice for a while so I’m free for the next few weeks.” Sammy took a drink out of his glass and then laughed at her next words. “Right. That’s not going to happen, Brett. I look like a five year old compared to some of the guys on the team.” He had a classic baby face and that definitely did not help him much when it came to girls. “Okay good. Because I didn’t really want you to go.”

[brettgrant]

“Perfect, I’ll have to steal you away for the next few weeks while you are still free then.” She said as a smile formed on her lips. She knew that it would be easy to say these things to Sam and never actually act on them, but he was someone she wanted to spend time with. “Sammy, you do not look like a five year old. You’re a fresh face and pretty soon you’ll be kicking ass on the field anyway.” She told him with a laugh. Brett knew that he wasn’t the tall dark and handsome guy that most women were into, but that’s what she fond attractive about him, he was kind and funny, and talking to him came easy to her. “Someone else will get it, perks of owning the bar, you don’t have to worry about being fired.”

[micah-daehler-deactivated201805]

Micah smirked, feeling accomplished that he had got her attention. “I’m a financial analyst for a brokerage firm. About as exciting as it sounds.” Micah laughed, leaning forward and resting against the bar on his elbows. “Not nearly as entertaining as I’m sure working in a bar is.”

[brettgrant]

“Wow, that, does sound boring...” Brett laughed and shook her head. “I’m sorry, that was rude.” She covered herself before pointing a finger. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m actually a psychologist, owning a bar is kind of just a...complicated thing I’m doing right now.”

[stiles-fromacrossthehall]

“I look good in everything,” he said in mock seriousness. “But yeah that sounds great, Brett. It works for me. Anytime you are ready for me.” He noticed the smirk and he decided that it looked good on her. They had only been around each other a few times but they kept in contact via facebook, snapchat and other various social media sites. Plus texting. It was good to be in the same place as her though. “Oh, my heart. I think it just broke,” he said as he held his heart. He then laughed and ran a hand through his hair. “Good. But don’t let me keep you from your customers.”

[brettgrant]

“And in nothing.” She she added nonchalantly before breaking into a laugh. “How about tomorrow, I don’t have to be back here until seven or eight, we could go shopping then get dinner?” She offered. Being able to actually go out with Sam for a change instead of just talking felt good and Brett was happy knowing that she would have someone to go out with and distract her from the mess that was going on with her now. “Well I’ve got to protect myself, once you play your first game, half the girls in Seattle are going to be tracking you down. She joked with a small grin on her face before glancing down the bar. “Oh them? They’re fine down there.”

[cleohqs]

“I’m so sorry, really. It’s just a weird night for me, I haven’t been out much since moving here and I’m clumsy even on my best night.” Lorelai looked down sheepishly. “Although I’m sure this isn’t the first time someones broken a glass right?” 

[brettgrant]

“It’s fine you are definitely not the first, or the last to break a glass in here, I broke one myself a few days ago, besides we’ve all had our fair share of weird nights too. Here, what were you drinking?” Brett offered putting a glass down on the counter. “You said you moved here recently?”

[drastevens]

Ghost of parents past | Brett & Andrew

It was after twelve o’clock when Andrew went into a bar named Shenanigans, taking his hat off and walking straight into the long wooden bar on the left. He sat down and waited to be attended, his eyes taking in the place with interest. Although it wasn’t much, the place reeked with personality, which was something that Andrew liked very much. He didn’t know why, and could certainly not explain it when people he went out with him asked why he had chosen certain place or the other, but the man liked to have his drink somewhere that had history or was obviously loved by its owners. And God, did he need a drink tonight. 

It had been a rough night in the hospital. Andrew had lost three patients during complicated procedures and he had been the one to face the families and tell them that their loves ones had died. It was still tough on the doctor, it didn’t matter how many times he had already said the same words, watching the pain in the eyes of the person in front of him was always difficult to deal with. One of the patients had stuck with him the most though, which was the reason he was so down tonight. It had been a young girl, eleven years old, and she had been cracking jokes right before her operation, completely certain that she was going to be alright. That was not something Andrew got to see everyday, normally kids that age were terrified before going into surgery, but not this girl. Not Ana. She had been nice to all the doctors and nurses, had been laughing and making others laugh before her operation, she had even told her mother she would see her in a few hours. It broke Andrew’s heart. 

Sighing heavily, he brought his eyes back to the bar, where the bartender was still handling some other business and had yet to turn around. He considered going somewhere else for a second, but thought twice about it. He had already walked downtown all the way from UW’s medical center and he didn’t plan on doing it again, two and a half hours of walking seemed enough for the evening. Resting his hand against his mouth, Andrew tried very hard not to feel horrible again. The exercise had helped calm him down, yet he still felt the wrenching feeling in his gut. He could have done more, he was sure of it, if only he had been quicker on his feet… God, he hated himself. He really, really did. 

[brettgrant]

Being at work was always the easiest part of Brett’s day, she never realized how much work her father put into this place until she was the one caring for it, but that old mahogany bar felt more like home than the linoleum counter that lined the kitchen of the house she grew up in did. This place was filled with only happy memories, nights when they would anxiously wait for her father to sneak off shift and take them to a baseball game, or days when tips were good and her dad would come home and wake her and her siblings up for a middle of the night pizza party to celebrate. Everything in here was a memory, from the ‘G’ that her brother had carved into the bar one night, to the framed dollar that had been hung on the wall since before she was born.

She also liked coming to the bar because she could talk to the customers about problems that weren’t her own. Where she could listen to someone else’s sob story and not feel so bad about her own for a little while. She went to school to be a psychiatrist, and in a weird way, being a bartender sometimes felt like it the same thing. Seattle was sneaking back up on her, she was settling into this life and helping people with their problems at the bar and her two week visit had already become almost a month. The way she saw it though there were only two options; sell the bar, or run it herself, it was a no-brainer because there was no way in hell she could ever give up the bar and watch it get turned into some hip juice bar or upscale exclusive lounge. Shenanigans was her dads pride and joy, her family joked on far too many occasions that he loved that old bar more than he loved them.

So there she was, joking along with an older couple, regular customers who were close with her parents and two customers she had gotten to know well.  “Alright, Alright, I’ll be back to get you guys a refill in a second, there are other customers here though, I’ve been neglecting that end of the bar.” She joked and walked to the other end, surveying the rest of the dimly lit room as she walked. The remnants of a laugh from her last conversation were still on her lips as until her gaze shifted upwards to the man on the other side of the bar. Her breath hitched and she could feel the blood rushing away from her face, mirroring the exact expression she had made when the man on the other side of the bar told her the worst news she had ever received. Brett struggled to form a word, a syllable, anything. That man, who meant so much to her probably had no idea who she was, she could only imagine how many young girls he had delivered bad news to in his line of work. She wanted to scream, or hit him, or cry, she didn’t know what she wanted to but the lightheaded feeling that was overpowering her was enough to make her reach out to the bar to steady herself. “I-you-what do you want..tonight?” She managed to get out as her knuckles turned as white as her face was from clenching the bar so hard.

[micah-daehler-deactivated201805]

“Well, I have to be quite confident if I’m going to stand out.” Micah replied, then thanked her for the drink. “Can’t expect to get anywhere if I’m going to be like everyone else.”

He took a sip of the beer, then set it down gently. “I’m Micah.” he said. “It’s nice to meet you.” 

[brettgrant]

She had to admit she was impressed. Being behind the bar she got no less than a dozen pick up lines from people of all walks of life, but just like he claimed, he was certainly standing out among them. “Well, it’s working...” She admitted as she stacked a few cups on top of each other.

“Brett, it’s nice to meet you too.” She added moving her focus from him to her work in front of her. “So Micah, you know what I do for a living, what about you?”

[stiles-fromacrossthehall]

“I don’t know if I’ll get used to it but I can try. Coat shopping? I guess I can do that with you. I figured you’d say something like ‘there’s nothing better than warming up in front of a fire while you cuddle a really cute second baseman.’ But I guess that’s only second to Seattle coffee.” He winked at her and then laughed. “I doubt I’ll be sick of you but thanks for that, Brett. It is pretty awesome.”

[brettgrant]

“Maybe you won’t get used to it, but it will at least be bearable, especially in a nice new pea coat? Yeah you would definitely look good in a pea coat.” She said not hiding the smirk that flashed across her lips. Brett laughed and shook her head at his comment. “You know, I haven’t tried that before, but it seems like a much more effective way to warm up, if only I knew a really cute second baseman.” She joked tapping her finger against her lip as if she was thinking. “Of course, I’m really glad you’re here.” She smiled.

[micah-daehler-deactivated201805]

“Just a beer for now.” Micah said. “Whatever you’ve got. I should probably try and remain somewhat coherent if I’m trying to chat up nice girls.” He couldn’t help but flirt. It was in his nature. He was bored, the young woman seemed friendly, where was the harm in having a little fun? The least he could do was try and amuse her and give it his best shot. 

[brettgrant]

“One beer coming right up.” She grinned reaching to the tap and pouring the most popular label of the night. “Well aren’t you the charmer. Most other guys need a few shots of liquid courage before they can “chat up nice girls.” She raised her eyebrows and set down the drink in front of him.

[stiles-fromacrossthehall]

“Thank you. I was shocked when the recruiter showed up to my last game and then when they asked me to think about it…well I probably passed out.” He laughed and then took the drink in his hand. “Why thank you, Brett. I’m very happy to be here. It’s going to take some getting used to. I’m already way colder than I’ve ever been in California.” The boy bit down on his bottom lip as he looked at her. “It’s been too long. But I’m here and I expect you to hang out with me all the time. Well, as much as we both can get away that is.”

[brettgrant]

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“Of course you did, I wouldn’t expect anything less.” She joked rolling her eyes at him. “You’ll get used to the cold, we can go coat shopping and get something worthy of Seattle weather too. Besides, I’ve lived in California and Seattle and the sun is nice but nothing is better then warming up with a cup of Seattle coffee.” Brett laughed. “I’ll take you all over the city, it’ll feel like home and you’ll be sick of me in no time.”