Ewan

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     ”Wha’?” he asked after thinking that over for a moment. It was ridiculous. He took a step towards the bar, where he should have already been back again a couple of minutes earlier. He wasn’t feeling up for silly talk tonight. And he definitely wasn’t going to believe some weird story.

     ”Hoped you’d come to flirt,” he said. “Ain’t up for nothing else tonight.”

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Ewan raised his eyebrows, before shaking his head. "No... I didn't come to flirt." Of course this sounded ridiculous. "You were five. Probably didn't see the difference between my mum and dad and your own... but you're my brother, I know you are."

"Hear me out, okay?"

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Who Are You

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     Skinny gave the other a more thorough look over, but he came up with nothing. “Righ’,” he said, while he tossed his cigarette onto the ground and stood on it. He had to do the sweeping, so he had the right to dump his cigarettes on the ground, he figured. “When? Wha’ from?”

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"What do you remember of when you were really little?" He was being stupid, asking the other to prove that his suspicions were true, but how could they not be? Ewan had all the proof he could possibly need. All he needed to do was look at him.

Ewan raised his hand, showing that Skinny was better off not answering that question. "When I was little"--he shouldn't say this, before he messed everythig up. But he hadn't been this certain of something in a very, very long time.--"I had a little brother and... I can't really explain why he was sent away, but he was. Nobody has seen him since, but I think, err... I think you're him."

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     Skinny looked up, nearly having finished his smoke. “Oh yeah?” he asked, wondering what it could be and whether or not it was going to be a too long anticipated pick-up line.

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"I bet you don't remember me," Ewan said. He was a little on edge and he was avoiding looking at Skinny, before realising that it was no use to be so nervous. Why should he? This might change everything, but he needed change and maybe finally finding this would be a good thing.

"We used to know each other when we were little."

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     He hadn’t thought about the stranger all day, but he recognized him when he walked back into the Atlantic. He wasn’t behind the bar this time. He had insisted on it being his break, and so he was leaning against the staircase, smoking a cigarette, while he tried to prolong the moment that he had to get back to serving the customers.

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He wasn't behind the bar, but that didn't mean he wasn't around. He asked an older chap for 'Skinny', who pointed towards the stairs. Ewan took a beer and stepped towards the boy. "You know, Skinny, I think I know where I know you from."

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     Skinny didn’t like this questionnaire. He wasn’t going to give some stranger his name, when he went by Skinny to avoid having to use his real name. “Think you don’t know me.”

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Ewan nodded, raised his hands and had another sip of his beer. He sat in silence for a short while, slowly finishing his beer and putting it down on the bar. "See you around." He left the bar, but only to come back the next day in the hope that 'Skinny' would be there.

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     ”Wha’s it matter? Not like anyone decent ever comes ‘ere anyway!” he replied, but then he answered the question. “‘m twenty.”

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Ewan nodded, running his fingers through his hair. Twenty. "Got any other family near? Wha's your last name?" Ewan raised his hand. "Don't have to answer. I'm just trying to figure out where I know you from."

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     ”Works with me,” he replied. “Should do anyway. Ne’er does his fuckin’ job.” And as always Baby was nowhere in sight. And if he was he would probably be flirting with some girl. “‘e’s just amazin’… got the looks, the clothes… everythin’. Jus’ a complete cock.”

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Ewan laughed softly and nodded. "You look like you've still got enough time to find someone a bit better," he said, running his fingers over the labels on the bottle. "How old are you?"

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     He hadn’t expected that topic to re-arise and he was a bit taken aback by it. “Yeah, was pretty shit,” he confirmed. “Figure your parents dyin’ is always gonna be shit.”

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Ewan didn't really know what to say to that. He'd lost an uncle before that he hadn't known to well, but nobody else... Nobody as close as a parent. He didn't know how he'd go about that. "So who's this person you fancy?" he asked.

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     ”Would be lot be’er if you could. Not fall in love with the bad ones, I mean. ‘s not nice or nothin’.” He was probably talking to the wrong person for this, but he didn’t currently care. “So you not got your boyfriend no more?”

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Ewan shook his head. "No, split up. He needed time, so did I. I was too hard on him," he said, not wanting to linger on the idea of no longer having Jude. It hurt too much... "You said your dad died?" he then asked. "Must've been... shit."

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     ”Yeah,” he’d replied, before thinking it over. “‘e’s a dick too, like you,” he added, which also wasn’t the cleverest of remarks to make right now. “Hurts me all the time and ev’rythin’, but you don’t choose it, do ye? Who you love? Jus’ happens.”

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"You don't choose to hurt them either," he said, staring at the other shortly. "It comes... naturally," he said, before shaking his head slowly, looking down at his glass. "It's strange," he said, shrugging his shoulder. "But no, you can't choose who you love."

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     ”Don’t seem fair to me,” Skinny replied, but perhaps he was biased. Baby was the reason for that. “If ‘e was your boyfriend, you shoul’ve taken care of ‘im.”

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Ewan shrugged. "Wasn't that easy. He was difficult, I said. Had problems," he clarified, sipping his beer. "I love him, don't get me wrong," he then said and turned towards the boy behind the bar. He still didn't know how to place him. "You love anyone right now?"

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     ”Yeah,” he replied, feeling a little odd having listened to an honest confession. It happened more often, but they were usually more thorough and less destructive. “Your boyfriend?” he asked. “You beat ‘im? Tha’s fuckin’ bad. Fuckin’ bad, man.”

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"Got this thing where he keeps freaking out and getting angry at everything. It wasn't like he didn't hit me, but he lost his shit, gotta keep him under control somehow," he stated, running his fingers over his knuckles, that had hit the side of Jude's face plenty of times... It was stupid how much he missed him.

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     He got the other another drink and took the money. No tip? Typical. Seemed like no one even thought about that anymore nowadays.

     ”Wha’ you wanna know?” he asked, finding it odd that anyone was curious at all. “Workin’ ‘ere for years, get fucked by my boss. My dad’s dead, my mum’s lazy and my uncle’s not half as nice as they said ‘e’d be.”

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Ewan laughed at the description, though knew it wasn't a description of a happy life at all. "My dad's controlling, my mum is quiet, my brother is gone and I raped and beat my boyfriend," he suddenly stated. Intoxicated. "That's why I'm here," he said, shrugging shortly, before sipping his new beer.

"Sounds like we both have some bad luck."

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     ”Wha’s goin’ on you wanna get away from?” Skinny asked, certain there was nothing that could shock him anymore. He had no idea what ‘the worst that could happen’ was, but he was sure he knew it existed. Therefore he didn’t think twice about asking such a personal question. “Wha’s ‘e done? Or is it your mum?”

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Ewan shook his head. "None of them," he said. "I've been an asshole, that's all," he said, drinking more of his beer, until the bottle was empty and he set it on the bar before him. "Another, please," he said, fishing in his pocket for the cash to hand it to him.

"Tell me more about yourself," he spoke, looking Skinny over shortly. He still couldn't place where he'd seen the other before.

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     He looked up at the question, then shook his head. “No, had a dad once, but he pissed off when I was nine. ‘e’s dead now. This is as good as anythin’ these days. ‘m glad to ‘ave it. Got it ‘cause of my mum. She’s a fuckin’ — ” He stopped talking, shocked by what he had been about to say. “I mean… ‘s fine like this.”

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Ewan nodded slowly, before taking another sip. That was pretty hard, but then again, if his own dad would know what he was doing now, he might abandon him too. Everything his dad had taught him he was supposed to forget, supposed to get rid of, and why? Because he'd fallen in love.

"Parents are confusing," he spoke, sipping his third beer of the night. "Got here to get away from it all, to be honest," he said. "London, I mean," he clarified.

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     “‘s alright, I s’pose.” He didn’t sound so sure, but evidently didn’t want to moan about it. “Job might be bad, but the place’s good. ‘s my home.”

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Ewan nodded, continuing to drink his beer. As the night grew older, more people surrounded him and he was left to observe the moving people. It had been an alright day, so far, but lonely. All days here were lonely. No Jude, nobody. At least there were enough people talking to have a conversation to listen into. "So, this always been your home?"

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     ”Yeah, fuckin’ long. So long I might get a pension or somehin’ outta it, if they were decent ‘ere. They’re not, though. Got no luck with that.”

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Ewan shook his head. "That's crap," he said, though he didn't actually care that much for what the other was saying. He took another sip of his beer. "Still good enough though? This job?"