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@harrietofwaverly
ktofwaverly:
“Been keeping busy?” Aspen asked, leaning into him and looking around the pub. Things had always seemed steady, thankfully. Today the smell of alcohol seemed to be an aversion, her stomach quickly turning.
.
“Yeah. People just love to drink in January.” It had been about 18 months now, that the bar had been completely his. It’d been good before, but with a few changes it was something he was proud of.
ktofwaverly:
When: 9 January 2021 Where: the bar Who: Aspen + @harrietofwaverly
Aspen had excused herself out of bed earlier this morning, using wanting pictures of the sunrise as an excuse. The doctor’s office had taken longer than she’d realize, or maybe time just moved slower. She didn’t know yet. She had her camera strapped around her neck as she entered the pub now, all anxieties melting away at the sight of Zach, “There you are, handsome.”
It had been two years, almost, and still Zach felt so obscenely lucky. He handed the customer he’d been serving their change and turned to Aspen, snaking a hand around her waist. “Hey you.”
ktofwaverly:
“Oi, will you quit making a mess of my face? It’s in disarray as is.”
Zach pulled his hand back. “Alright. But don’t say I didn’t tell you.”
“Buster. Buster -- hey!” Kingsley hurriedly put Aislin down into her high seat and ran over, just in time to stop Buster from knocking the, extremely over the top, two-tier birthday cake his mum had made for the party. “C’mon buddy, help me out here,” he whispered, giving Buster a big rub before sending him in the direction of the living room.
@nicoleofwaverly
ktofwaverly:
Aspen’s hands rested at the collar of Zach’s shirt, sliding to the back of his neck and held him there, the instinct for pancakes not strong enough to let him out of her grasp just yet. Not just when she’d gotten him.
“You’ve no idea how happy I am you’re alright.”
“A lot of it is thanks to you, y’know.”
ktofwaverly:
“Pancakes.”
”Of course.”
”Coming right up.”
ktofwaverly:
“’Atta boy.”
It was awhile before she spoke up again, opening her eyes just slightly to meet his gaze, “Can I request something?”
“As long as it doesn’t involve me having to leave.”
ktofwaverly:
“I sorta figured as much.”
Zach let out a small chuckle, dropping the polishing rag onto the counter behind Aspen before pulling her closer.
ktofwaverly:
“Yes.” The hushed reply was sealed by a tender, lingering kiss.
“I missed you.”
ktofwaverly:
“You owe me something, y'know.”
“Do I?”
ktofwaverly:
“C’mere already, you.”
ktofwaverly:
“Suits you, y'know, Australia. But I really think Ireland’s the look for you.”
“Yeah?”
“I think so, too.”
“What the --”
“Why is this thing always empty?”
“You have --”
ktofwaverly:
“Then enjoying working long and hard tonight. Good to see you, boss.” Eric exited the pub with a wink and a laugh.
Aspen discarded the towel nearby, moving to lean against the bar with arms across her chest, “You got some color, vacation Zach.”
“Oh, this?” Zach’s hand went to his bright pink nose. “This is nothing compared.”
ktofwaverly:
“By all means, boss, take over,” Eric chuckled, strolling towards the computer in the office to finally clock out. “Am I good to go?”
“Get out of here, kid, you’ve got class tomorrow. And you, mister,” Aspen swiped the rag from Zach in a swift motion, gently smacking his backside with it, “give me that. You’re still on vacation.”
Zach moved over to start stacking away glasses, nudging Aspen lightly as he passed. “I’ve had enough vacation,”
Jack was already reaching for his bag. “Well, I’m going to take that as my queue.”