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@casbriggs
“it’s your life, man, but ain’t a broken cash register kinda bad for business? i bet folks love it when the drawer gets stuck and they can’t get their change.”
❝ they sure do. ❞ he spoke casually, an amused, albeit small grin shining through as he scribbled down an answer for the daily crossword. ❝ it’s how i keep ‘em comin’ back here. ❞
[[ insert the figurative crickets as cassidy and john were the only ones present.]]
❝ what can i do ya for? ❞
“i reckon i can fix that. if you want.”
❝ been broken for years. as far as i’m concerned ... it can stay that way. ❞
“you gotta stop wearin’ your ass as a hat, boy——-” “ ——- i may stop likin’you’s much as i used to.”
mock offense tainted her features. only one thorne had grown prickly at the mention of cassidy briggs, no longer as willing to help him as she’d once been. she could defend her position, reiterate that the dealer was never supposed to come back into town. cute as he was, his absence had been bad for business. her complaints would fall on deaf ears; cassidy had already bent her over and made her his bitch.
“you got your way, i dumped cara ‘bout twenty minutes ago. you gon’ give me what i want now, or you gon’ twist my panties up a lil’ more?”
❝ if you’re here to do business, then so am i. ❞
he took a stand, eyeing his surroundings before motioning for her to follow. the store had been fairly empty that day, his only customers having come and gone close to two hours ago. it was something about tuesday; apparently his store was the least favorite spot in town, save for that random bar, every third day of the week.
❝ spoke to your brother couple’a days ago. slow to speak, quick to act, that man. i like him. ❞
he turned around to face her, taking a seat at the table located in the back. cassidy didn’t motion for her to sit or invite her any closer, he was never one with manners — especially when a thorne was involved.
❝ he gave me a good idea of what ya needed. may’ve ordered and had it delivered already. ❞
“well shit– did he come ‘round and give you a good dickin’ again? i told him not t’ do it without me.”
the rape joke was followed with a wink, aged floorboards creaking as she sauntered over in scuffed boots. eve wasn’t in her formal church attire today– the folks she had to impress weren’t anywhere near this store. with her thumbs tucked in her back pockets, an unjustified arrogance perfuming her, she jumped into the real reason she was here.
“speakin’a one of us gettin’ fucked, ——i liked you better when you weren’t ridin’ me dry an’ callin’ the shots.”
he arched his brow, allowing silence and an unmistakable eye roll to be his response.
as she moved closer in his direction, the intrusion of his space was noted yet ultimately forgiven. were he to grunt loud enough, she would merely straddle him in protest; one should always pick their battles when it came to eve thorne. she had a habit of making it rain hellfire over everyone, including herself, just to prove that she could and very well would. she was insane.
❝ i liked you better over the phone —— ❞
❝ —— around fifteen hundred miles away. ❞
❛ how D A R E you.❜ the words fell past her lips before she could even think things through, emotions raw and glimmering in her green orbs.
❛what the hell are you doing here? of all places you had to be here? you don’t get to come here.❜
for years this hadn’t been an issue. he was free to come and go as he pleased, leaving flowers in his wake for the daughter who had left. he never considered the possibility that he would have to stop after her return.
❝ ... this is a public cemetery, sarah. ❞
❝ i’ve come to pay my respects, same as everyone else. ❞
he could see the anger in her eyes. the flames were evident and he wondered whether he was in the wrong. it didn’t feel like it, but cassidy wasn’t exactly the best when it came to social cues or manners.
slowly, the wandering fingers jumbled into the bowl, searching out the original charm that won Natalie over. When she had practically ran from the store, the blonde never would’ve believed she would’ve found the courage to return back in. but, vanity wasn’t something she usually struggled with, nor was selfishness for material things – so when the urge to have a charm or two took over, Nat was unable to defend herself against the temptation. – Still, she wasn’t too eager to look Cassidy Briggs right in the eye again so soon, so her head remained tilted down.
❝ Um…. yes. ❞ The answer sounded indecisive as Natalie distracted picked out three little crosses, comparing them to each other. She was surprised at the blunt question – church-goers were never so obvious with their judgement. ❝ As far as I know. ❞ Que girlish, awkward laugh.
❝ Um, these please? ❞ She held out her hand, the three crosses so specifically chosen placed in her palm. ❝ …. I think. ❞
❝ you think? ❞
he arched his brow, taking hold of each of the crosses before recording the numbers and adding the prices on the register. a few items in the back were missing barcodes, the owner finding it easier to price when the time came. some would call it lazy; he preferred the term efficient.
❝ no skin off my back ... i still get your money. ❞
cassidy offered a small smile, a cough following as he reached an end number of $13.95. on any normal occasion, he would have priced them much higher; however, he didn’t exactly hate this woman. that being said, he didn’t like her much either.
❝ alright there’s your total. you want ‘em wrapped? ❞
“hot.”
she slunk up to the counter, hands bracing themselves as she leaned in. eve was supposed to be the angel in a sundress. until she smiled. hard as she tried, evil always lingered underneath. and THAT was on her good days.
“jeffrey dahmer was missin’ you. asked me real nicely if i’d come back an’ bring ya’ home.”
❝ ol’ jeff dahmer, huh?? tell him no dice — my ass still hurts from the last time. ❞
his voice was monotone and his face was deadpan, no hint of humor visible in his eyes despite his words suggesting the contrary. eve thorne was a curious case; an old alley, yet an unloyal customer.
❝ at the risk of soundin’ rude ... what the hell d’ya want? ❞
Beau felt his cheeks flush a bright red, embarrassed, when Cassidy mentioned some pearls lookin’ good on him.
Despite what he told everyone, despite what everyone had to say about the Tarleton family and their men – he was beginning to doubt his masculinity more with each passing day, especially given his extra curriculars.
❝Ain’t wearin’ none o’ that faggot shit,❞ he finally grunted out coldly, a little more defensive than he’d meant for it to sound.
He cleared his throat. Back to business.
❝Lookin’ for a necklace. Maybe a cross on it or somethin’. Lost the one my mama gave me when I was a boy. Willin’ to pay a good dollar if it’s good material.❞
❝ say that a lil’ louder ... i don’t think the old lady over there heard ya. ❞
he snapped in a silent tone, no different than his normal voice save for the added emphasis of his annoyed gaze. the man seemed on edge, somewhat strange to witness yet nothing cassidy hadn’t heard before. people in this town walked around on eggshells for the weirdest things.
❝ oh i did! and this young gentleman is right — men should not ... ❞
❝ miss.? go back to the salt ‘n’ pepper shakers. ❞
he leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temple slightly before remembering what had been asked of him. quickly standing up at the thought, he walked to the back only to return seconds later with the same bowl he had given to a blonde girl earlier.
❝ we got a few crosses in here — comes separate from the chain. i keep ‘em over there ‘cause ... ❞
his voice trailed off as his gaze fell upon a child making a mess in one of the aisles. without saying another word, he arched his brow and looked back at beau as if to add “enough said.”
blonde curls of hair lay nicely on Natalie’s chest as she let her fingers trail over the spine of a book, smiling lightly as she glanced over to the counter. past experiences in the little shop hadn’t gone so smoothly, but a shimmery red and black wallet was clasped in her free hand, and she hoped the promise of cash this time would be enough of a predictor that she did come in peace.
❝ I really wouldn’t know. ❞
– ❝ but , I would love to actually get my hands on some of those charms – if you still have them available, of course. May I? ❞
he didn’t noticed the wallet, at least not right away. upon first glance he had expected another happenstance similar to the previous one — this, however, proved to be the exact opposite. she actually returned with the sole purpose of buying a charm. well, shit.
❝ you may. ❞
cas gave a small smile, tapping the counter before exiting to the back once again. he was gone for only a second, emerging quietly as he set the bowl before her.
he remained silent for a brief moment, sitting down and watching her suspiciously as she diverted her attention. eventually, he broke the silence.
❝ if i’m bein’ perfectly honest ... i hadn’t expected you to come back. you alright there? in the head? ❞
ruby: i know.... hey, i know.
ruby: just talk to me, okay? i’m right here. just tell me what happened.
cassidy: ...
cassidy: ... no
—————— dial tone ——————
Beau walked around the store, padded fingers rubbing over every few items on the shelf.
He’d been looking to replace the cross necklace that his momma’d given him when he was twelve.
Ironically, it had fallen off whenever he’d fucked that hooker behind a dumpster, never to be recovered again.
His eyes flitted up to the owner of Stuff. He grunted as he walked over to the counter, hanging off of it a little obnoxiously.
❝Ain’t seen nothin’ hellish here… yet,❞ he snorted, eyes wandering around the store before he averted his gaze completely.
❝Got any jewelry?❞ He finally asked, tapping on the counter. ❝Rack back there looks cleared. Lookin’ for a necklace.❞
❝ got plenty ❞
❝ might be able to help, dependin’ on the kind you’re lookin’ for, of course. ❞
he sat forward, his spine creating a lovely “s” shape as his bored and hollow eyes watched the man in front of him. this one didn’t seem to be the jewelry type, yet cassidy wasn’t one to judge; at least not by a cover.
the rest of the book was fair game.
❝ nice pearls may do ya some good. make those eyes pop. ❞
he joked in monotone, his expression barely hinting to him having been kidding.
ruby: ....cas??
ruby: ...where are you?
cassidy: i’m tired, ruby.
cassidy: ... i don’t like that i can’t sleep in my own apartment.
❝ s’been a while. ❞
he muttered, the pen between his teeth being pulled away as he signed the order form in front of him. the store was a little busier than usual, no doubt for some block party or charity event being planned.
❝ how’s hell ?? ❞
ruby: i didn’t hear from you tonight...
ruby: ...you okay?
cassidy: ...
she hopped onto the kitchen counter, legs crossing beneath her as he grabbed the bowls. she questioned once how the pair had evolved into the mosaic they were now, how destruction had created beauty. ruby thought she’d lost vital pieces of herself the night vienna died. cassidy showed her they weren’t gone, they were simply shattered on the floor.
sinks weren’t the only things he fixed.
“behind the milk.”
she didn’t explain why they hid bottles of liquefied chocolate, or how whipped cream was taken straight from the can. serafina had grown a sweet tooth and refused to have it pulled. her explanation would have been interrupted anyways, her head lowering in amusement as an inaudible chuckle breathed against her lips.
he wasn’t finding the chocolate as quickly as he should have. “—— no no, it should be in there. i bought it like two days ago.”
he lived in a clusterfuck of garbage, that much he was willing to admit. his walls were buried beneath graffiti, his clothing lodged in difficult to reach places, and his beer bottles were stacking up to unreasonable numbers — yet he could STILL find the back of an earring easier there than he could the stupid chocolate somehow lodged in a packed fridge.
her laughter was contagious despite it having originated from his lack of patience. his amusement wasn’t audible, yet his smile was clear and lacked the forced edge most people have come to know. still, he moved things about for a moment longer before mumbling under his breath.
“ well don’t just sit there ... move them chicken legs and help me find it. ”
he spoke in serious jest, his normal deadpan humor emerging as he motioned for her to jump off the counter. most people could consider him rude given the tone, but he never had to explain himself to the brunette. at least, not after she held a knife to him.
“ i look forward to very few things in my life, ruby ... ”
