Carter Norton

26. bar tender at a dirty night club. neighbor to dumbass conspiracy theorists in helltown. my patience is short lived so dont test it. Your id is probably fake so don't even bother

[rccmimay-blog]

She pulled back her hand quickly spewing a few curses as she did so. Watching as the blood pooled thickly out of the new gash on her hand. “Fuck me- You know if you have time to stare you could help.” she said noding towards the cars engine. “I really didn’t want to deal with this shit today.”

[cartercouldntcareless-blog]

“Jesus, look I’m sorry I knocked your balls at the club the other night but you ain’t gotta be such a beyotch- Move over.” Carter shoved the other slightly out of the way, rolling his eyes. He worked at a few of the mechanics, plucking and pulling at things. She had fucked it up with whatever she had been trying to do. “Alright, forget it- This thing is completely shot.” The man then turned to her, more concerned about her hand. “Lemme see-” He grabbed her hand, inspecting it, “Come with me, we gotta get this cleaned up, I gotta first aid in my trunk.” 

[ellicttebackland-blog]

“If it’s you I’ll definitely be the one with the cuffs. Too bad I left mine at home.” she smirked with a flirty sigh. Her brow raised a little, “I suppose that is very true.” she said with a laugh before nodding in agreement. “You should see the ID hall of fame we have at that station. Some of them look straight up like they were made by blind people.”  

[cartercouldntcareless-blog]

“Well, I’ve never really been one to enjoy being cuffed but perhaps you can change my mindset,” Carter responded with a playful flick of his brows, tracing the lip of his glass with the pad of his finger. “My ID was good back when I needed one, but maybe that was because ID’s never used to be plastic and were very easy to make convincing.” The man stood up a bit straighter, cracking his knuckles as he looked around, watching the few drunken clusters of sweaty bodies that lingered around the club. “I have a collection of my own, whenever I need a good laugh I look at them. Keep ‘em in a binder like those Pokemon cards I used to have when I was a kid.”

[cartercouldntcareless-blog]

king-me-tanner:

Tanner watched the man, his mouth hung open as he watched the cheep plastic fall to the counter into the small pieces. He frowned and narrowed his eyes. “What the hell would you have done if that was real man? I mean–shit you can’t just go off of assumptions. Also, I paid good money for that fake.” He replied crossing his arms in a childish manner. “What would you do if I suddenly took your ID and cut it up?”

“I would probably be more distressed than you because mine is real and holds value.” The older man then leaned on the bar, brows raised as he eyed the clearly underage boy. “Now what can I really get you? A Shirley Temple with an extra cherry?”

[cartercouldntcareless-blog]

“Thanks dude, you really mean that?”

[sleepy-rush-deactivated20160804]

“The big tall guy at the door was talking to some lady that had lost her shirt, so I cut the line.” A toothy grin crossed her face as he poured her the Sprite. She took a single sip of the bubbly soda before slamming it down on the counter; something else she had seen in big-kid movies. Ignoring his last comment Rush wobbily stood on her stool, carefully climbing onto the bartop. “What’s over on that side?” she asked curiously, crawling towards the side that Carter stood behind.

[cartercouldntcareless-blog]

Carter muttered a quick, “Jesus christ,” under his breath, quickly sliding over to where she currently sat atop the bar to usher her back onto the stool. “Inappropriate things you aren’t supposed to see or touch or lookout or do anything with...Got it? Drink your god damn sprite and stay in your seat, please.” Carter had no tolerance for little kids- and even less tolerance or little kids who couldn’t sit down and shut up.

[king-me-tanner-blog]

“Whatttt? You’re kidding me man, this is not a fake.” Tanner replied waving the obviously fake piece of plastic in front of the man’s face. “I ain’t stupid I wouldn’t try to get into a bar if I wasn’t 21.” All you gotta do is act confident Tanner and this guy’ll have’ta believe you.

[cartercouldntcareless-blog]

“Let me check again...” Carter said with a convincing furrow of his brows, snatching the ID from the boy and flicking it with his finger. Then, with a pair of scissors they had to open up boxes of new beer, he cut it in half. Then that half in half. Repeatedly cutting up the boys idea. “Oops,” Carter rolled his eyes, tossing the remainders of it in the bin beside him, folding his arms over his chest. “Now you have no ID.”

[ellicttebackland-blog]

“Yet? Are you a bad boy Mr. Bartender?” she joked with a smirk watching as he poured himself another drink before retrieving hers. She caught the drink as it slid down the bar. “Are you bribing an officer?” she said cheekily with a wink before taking a hearty sip of her beer. “I am assuming you get a lot of those little shits in here?“

[cartercouldntcareless-blog]

“Depends if you’ll be the one with the cuffs...” He commented with a wicked smirk, laughing as he took another sip. “Can’t really be a bribe if the deed is already done,” he informed her with a nod of his head. “Yeah, like you wouldn’t believe. It’s getting to the point where I want to just gave and serve them so they’ll shut the fuck up.”

[ellicttebackland-blog]

“I tend to have that effect on people who I’ve arrested.” she said with a small laugh. Taking a casual sip of her beer she nodded along with his statement. “Mm. Some of them are straight out of Superbad. You’d think kids would learn from that movie what not to do on your fake.” She quickly finished her drink before looking over at him. “Could I get another one?” 

[cartercouldntcareless-blog]

“Glad I’m not on that list yet,” Carter mumbled with a smirk, raising his brows as he fixed himself his own drink, using the spout to fill his glass before going to take a sip from it. He hummed against the lip as the honey colored liquired slipped down his throat. “Yeah,” he nodded, placing his cup down and going to grab her another beer, cracking the lid off and sliding it down to her. “I’ll cover it for you since you got that kid off my back.” 

[ellicttebackland-blog]

Elliotte looked across the bar watching as the man talked to the obviously underage boy. With a smirk she moved to the stool next to the kid looking at his angry face with a grin. “Fancy seeing you here Parker. Your mum didn’t tell me that you had turned twenty-one. Next time I see her at the shops I’ll tell her you had a great time at the club.” her tone was friendly but her face was serious as she watched the boy pale and slide off the stool. “R-right, n-night detective Backland.” he muttered as he sped walked out of the club. She watched giving him a small wave. “Kids never change do they?”

[cartercouldntcareless-blog]

Relieved, giving the kid a threatening raise of his brows before resisting a laugh as he ran off. “Looks like he was about to shit himself,” Carter mused with a laugh, resting his elbows on the bar and glancing over at the woman, giving her a heavy sigh. “The fake ID’s get less and less convincing, it’s almost cringeworthy how terrible they are.” 

[cam-ortesky-blog]

“Please.” Cam scoffed, wrapping her fingers around the glass. “You don’t think I can handle my booze?” She retorted sharply, not even taking the time to notice the tiny bubbles in her drink before bringing it to her lips. Her face quickly contorted in disgust, hands ripping the glass away from her face and slamming it down onto the bar. “Fuck you” was all she said, a fire burning behind her eyes, before she slid off of the stool and traipsed towards the door. Whatever, she’d just go siphon some of her dad’s whiskey.  

[cartercouldntcareless-blog]

“Not at all,” Carter smirked, raising his brow at her and watching her as she took a sip. It took everything he had not to laugh, only lifting the other brow to match the height of the pre-raised one and stifling a snort. “That’s illegal, sweetheart.” He chirped, happily swiping the glass of the counter and dumping it’s contents into the sink. “Fingers crossed Daddy doesn’t give you a spanking for being out past curfew.” The man was perhaps going overboard, but alas, he didn’t give a fuck. The girl had tried to bribe him into serving her alcohol and he wasn’t about getting played like that. Also, again, he just didn’t give a fuck. 

[cartercouldntcareless-blog]

rccmimay:

“Awe. My hero.” she said sarcastically with a sigh. A sigh which slowly turned into embaressment. “Uh. Yes. Cute, very cute. Though I am sure that you get that a lot… working in a place like this.” she said her eyes scanning the people drinking. “If I am really that much of a liability then I can leave. I’m sure the drunk idiots who dragged me in here wouldn’t notice I am missing.” “

“It’s what I do,” Carter replied with a wicked grin, eyes twinkling as he nearly choked on a laugh. “Oh sweetheart, do you know how many people come up to this bar and try to reach over it and grab at my pants? Especially underage kids- they’re fuckin’ nuts. Tellin’ me my face is cute is the most normal thing you could do in comparison.”  The man wasn’t laughing, but there was a grin settled on his lips. “Well, I would notice, only because I wouldn’t be stressed that I’d be cut- but you can stand here. I don’t give a shit if you stand- just don’t sit. I only get in trouble if your little butt is on my stool. Besides- Aren’tcha supervising or some shit?” Carter’s attempt at being nice was dripping with sarcasm and irritancy, but it was an attempt none the less..

[cam-ortesky-blog]

Camille’s smile wavered at the bedtime comment–being replaced  by a dissatisfied frown that sat childishly on her lips. Her grin quickly returned though, Cam’s dimpled face shining brightly as she twirled in the stool. “I’ll take a vodka tonic.” She mused smoothly. “Hold the tonic.” Her eyes twinkled with playful mischief as she placed a twenty dollar bill on the counter and slid it towards him across the smooth wood of the bar. 

[cartercouldntcareless-blog]

Brows raised, the man nodded his head, sliding over easiler towards the spouts and grabbing a glass. He had to resist laughing as he filled the cup, knowing the disappoint and embarrassment she’d feel when she learns what was actually in her drink; Sprite soda. “Here you are.” Carter said with a husky and charming voice of his own, sliding the glass over and taking the money with a wicked snicker. She wants to try and bribe me into giving her alcohol? She loses her money. Dumb Kids. “Don’t drink it too fast, and don’t vomit on my bar, either.”

[cartercouldntcareless-blog]

rccmimay:

“Oh. Sassy.” she said with a smirk before sliding off and standing next to the bar. “Happy? My under twenty-one butt has been removed from the stool.” She tilted her head at him with a slight challenge. “Most of your tips must come from your cute face, and not from the pleasent customer service.”

“Very,” he verified with a slight snort, rewarding her a charming smirk in return. “Thank you very so kindly underage girl who can I so easily turn in but won’t because I’m such a gentleman.” The man then proceeded to clean, ignoring her and figuring she’d have walked off before she continued. “My cute face, huh?” He only glanced up for a moment, brows raising. “My customer service is pleasant when you’re of age and not putting my job at risk.”

[cam-ortesky-blog]

“Oh, come on.” Cam drawled, placing her elbows on the bar  and leaning onto  them. “Nobody likes  a party pooper.” Her words slid effortlessly through the coquettish smirk that graced her lips, each one smooth and rounded. “I bet I could…make it worth your while? Nobody needs to know.” 

[cartercouldntcareless-blog]

“Listen, you’re adorable, you really are- I dig it. But, I think it’s past your bedtime.” Carter raised a brow, continuing to clean the bar, rolling his eyes at her attempt at winning him over with sexual promises. Typical teenage underage girls. “Fine, fuck it, what do you want?” He said suddenly, a smirk lingering on his lips, having an idea. 

[rccmimay-blog]

“I’m just here to supervise. No drinks for me I promise… unless you’d let this slide and let me have one.” she mused slyly. “But seriously, I am just here peopel watching. While my obviously less responsible friends try their hands at illegal drinking.”

[cartercouldntcareless-blog]

“I don’t give a shit what you’re doing. I didn’t ask nor did I want to know. I just want your underage ass off my stool.” He spoke with annoyance, cleaning glasses with a rag before throwing it over his shoulder. “I could lose my job just letting you sit there. You can supervise all you want, just do it standing up.” 

[sleepy-rush-deactivated20160804]

“Gee, buster, no need to get your panties in a wad.” Rush muttered, crinkling her nose. “I don’t know what the heck a bouncer is, but all I want is a Sprite. Think we can make that happen, mister?” she asked, sliding him $500… In Monopoly money. 

[cartercouldntcareless-blog]

“You’re literally like 5. How the fuck did you get in here?” Carter questioned with an irritated eyeroll, moving along the bar to grab a small glass and fill it up with some Spirte, anyways. He took the money, of course, and stuffed the colorful paper in his back pocket. “You drink this and you get out of my bar, understood?”

[cartercouldntcareless-blog]

“I know you’re not 21, kid. I don’t know how that fake ID got past the bouncer but it’s not gonna get past me. Now scram and get your ass off my stool or I’ll have the authorities get you off instead.”