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Carly had been having a rough time and for the past week she spent her bathroom breaks on the phone with her ex-husband, arguing with him over wanting to see her son. It was going to be Jesse’s eleventh birthday this Sunday and Carly wanted nothing more than to spend some time with her kid. Hoopers was short staffed, but she was hoping her ex would bring Jesse to Charming and they could all spend a couple weeks together. Her ex wouldn’t do it unless Carly wanted to get back together to be a real family– but she couldn’t take him and his cheating anymore, she wouldn’t. Though with her son on the line, she was starting to have second thoughts. Apparently he’d already ditched and kicked out his new wife.
She shoved the bathroom door open as she prepared for the rest of her shift. The door swung out violently, nearly hitting the others waiting in line for it. Carly got back behind the bar, put her apron on, and pushed her hair out of her face. “Sorry if you were waiting, uh, what can I get you?”
Fletcher had gotten good at picking up when people needed their help, and that often came in handy when they were desperate for their next paycheck—like they were that evening. While being a private investigator was freelance, contractual work, Fletch did well for themself. It was enough to finance their—albeit small—office downtown and make sure they had a roof over their head and food in the fridge. It was better than how they used to live, a transient moving from town to town and never knowing how they were going to work things out.
They sized up the person behind the bar easily—they didn’t even need to use their sixth sense—before speaking. “You’ve been yelling on the phone every night I’ve been in here.” It’s not a question, but a statement, because they know it’s true—so instead of asking any more questions or saying something out of turn, they simply rummaged around in the inner pocket of their jacket and took out their business card, sliding it across the bar. “And I’ll take a Guinness.”
@charmingstarter // location: corner cafe
Fletch had certainly curated their aesthetic with a very specific idea in mind, and that idea had been to turn their appearance into a living keep out sign. They had always been awkward and introverted, their neurotic and precise nature making it difficult for them to let anyone into their life for fear of it fucking up their cautiously planned existence. They liked who they were, and they liked their appearance in that it made sure they could freely exist as who they wanted to be without outside interference.
Still, it made things difficult when all they wanted was a fucking cup of coffee and there was a group of what they assumed to be high-schoolers—though, frankly, with the way high schoolers dressed these days, Fletch often mistook them for being older (and more mature) than they were—staring and whispering. Fletcher had certainly gotten used to the stares and the whispers and the way people reacted to them, but after a night awake and an extreme craving for caffeine that had not yet been sated, they had no time for this shit.
“Why don’t you take a fuckin’ picture? It’ll last longer.” They raised a nearly nonexistent brow, their little ringleader looking on in shock. Fletcher put their coffee down on the table, leaning in and studying the ringleader’s face with an expression not unlike what you would imagine to be on an alien seeing humans for the first time. “Unsettled? You should be.” Fletcher straightened again, and it didn’t take long for the kids to clear out, leaving the table free for Fletcher to sit down and finally take a blessed sip of their coffee.
hi everyone! maya here again because i truly can’t get enough, so under the cut there’s some information and wanted connections for my new baby! you can also find out more about them in their full bio HERE and please like this post if you want to plot!!
jules “fletch” fletcher // twenty-seven // private investigator // in charming for 1 year
favorite fictional ladies | lisbeth salander (millennium trilogy) She had discovered that the most effective method of keeping the fear at bay was to fantasize about something that gave her a feeling of strength. She closed her eyes and conjured up the smell of gasoline.
Rooney Mara photographed by Peter Lindbergh for W magazine | February 2016
the girl with the dragon tattoo (2011) dir: david fincher