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“I’m not saying I want to live under a rock, but I’d be okay with not watching reality TV. For the most part I mean. American Ninja Warrior and The Quest are pretty great.”
“Holy shit, this is the cutest little puppy ever! Is it yours? If you say no, I’ll kidnap it— just a heads up.”
“It’s not mine. And I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything about you kidnapping it if anyone asks.”
“I’m just saying, it wouldn’t have been the worst thing if I’d gotten my pants down so you “saving me” last night doesn’t warrant a thank you as far as I’m concerned”
“Okay, whatever you say. Maybe I wasn’t so much saving you as saving me and maybe other bar patrons who probably didn’t want dick and a beer.”
“I swear to god, I’m never going to the gym with you again. This has got the be the worst idea ever— next time, let’s just go swimming… in scotch and beer, if you feel me.”
“That sounds like a really expensive bath. Beats working out either way. But it is kind of funny for watch Harold Smith over there on the treadmill.”
“That’s a nice sentiment,” she smiled, tucking her hands into the pockets of her jeans. While learning about Southport objectively would satisfy her travels, she figured a little something extra couldn’t hurt. “Oh, I won’t. Like you said, you gave me the idea. It simply wouldn’t be fair if I chose to use it against you.”
“Thank you, that’s nice of you.” Not that he really had too much to blackmail with. It was high time that people knew about him anyway. Though he’d be a great person to target because of the money and all of that. He looked up as they approached the music shop. “Here we are, Mermaid Melodies.”
“Hm, fine.” Quinn said, eyeing him off for another three seconds or so. It wasn’t her business anyway, even if she occasionally liked to snoop when it revolved around the people she cared about. Not that she would ever admit to Michael that he was in the top five of people she held dear. She was just counting on him already knowing that all by himself. “Okay,” Quinn nodded and took a deep breath, trying to wrap her mind around a love like that. She couldn't— of course she couldn’t. Maybe because she had never loved anyone like that. Just the thought of letting someone back in to her life in such a hastily way made her skin crawl. She wasn’t trusting by nature, and something like that reeked ‘I’m going to rob you while you sleep and then never come back again’ to her. But that was her, and Michael wasn’t her - thank god for that. He was good to the core. “Well, then I’m happy for you, Michael.” She said it and meant it, the sincerity not lacking as she looked at him with a smile.
Michael smiled at her sentiment. Honestly, if in the end, everyone just ended up happy for him, and Kathleen for that matter, he could handle the second guessing his choices now. He just didn’t want anyone mad at either of them for this because he was happy, and he was sure she was happy. Ruining someone’s day by being happy sucked. “Thank you, Quinn.” He nodded a bit then before he took a drink of the beer. “Not to change the subject too drastically, but I ran into someone the other day and she was looking for a job. I told her I’d ask if we had room here and here’s me officially asking.” When there was so few of them around there, they probably could use it, but it was safe to double-check.
Ooh, I never thought about it that way! It seems like a dangerous path to wander down though— but at the same time, it could come in handy, and it might also be fun. Man, I feel like I should be rubbing my hands together and laugh manically when I say these things.
As long as you don’t get caught, it’s always fun. Though I’ve never been caught yet, but I assume it’s not quite as fun. Well, if you come up with something, then I could help spread it too. Being a bartender helps that sometimes.
I still don’t understand why you wanted to use negative reinforcements.
I told you. They work better.
“Awesome,” Dylan replied, a bit unused to kind gestures such as these, “Thanks, really. Here, let me write down my number.” She grabbed a pen and a slip of paper from her bag and jotted down the numbers, handing it over to Michael. “If anything works out, I owe you big time. Well, I gotta get going but yeah just call or text me what happens. Thanks again.”
Michael smiled and nodded as he took the paper. “It’s not a problem.” It honestly wasn’t. Especially since he was sure, one hundred percent sure, they needed the extras hands at the bar. And since she said she had some experience, it would be even more helpful. “Don’t mention it. And I will. Catch you around.”
“Yes, logically I know you’re right but… I just-” Can’t help but to feel guilty. Angie couldn’t tell whether she wanted to talk about this or not, but nevertheless she was happy to have Michael by her side for support. “It’s like, I know I didn’t have any other choice, but I can’t help but to feel personally responsible. I brought her into this world and I failed.”
“You didn’t fail. I know, because I’ve been in that place too, nothing I’m going to say is going to say is going to make you feel any less guilty. But it’s not you that failed. It’s whoever was responsible for hers fault.” He couldn’t imagine being in her place right now, but all he knew to do was tell her it wasn’t her fault. He couldn’t change how she was feeling, he couldn’t get rid of the guilt. “Is this how she feels about the situation?”
“I don’t think Vegan’s would be happy with the spread of that belief, but I’m with you one hundred percent”
“It’s a good thing we’re not vegans then. I don’t know if I could handle that.”
So? That doesn’t mean it’s okay to stomp on my foot.
I only asked if I could.
In her case, fun was a tricky word to describe her relationship with her long lost birth mother, but she wasn’t about to say anything of the like. Dylan listened as he listed off a few places in Southport open for hiring, and brightened at the last bit of information, “Seriously? That’d be great. I’ve got some bar tending experience under my belt from when I was 18, but it was in a shady place. Doubt I could get a recommendation letter for that. But anything would do.”
“I didn’t really need a letter or anything, but that was also eighteen years ago. I’m sure if I vouched for you, it’d work out. I’ll mention it to Quinn or Sawyer when I see them next and get back to you?” Of course it’s all depend, but considering he was the only bartender on staff at the moment and their dad being sick, he had a feeling they needed the extra hands.
“Well, no I don’t. At least, I don’t feel not guilty.” Angie admitted, figuring it’s her time to speak now after he poured his heart out. Somehow, her baggage seemed larger than his; at least things are working out for the man. “When I was 15 years old, I gave up a baby for adoption. Now when she’s here, and probably blames me for her life troubles, I have nothing to say to her. What if it is my fault? I only wanted her to have a better future, but I feel like she never had a chance anyway.”
Michael listened to her explain it. He remembered bits and pieces of it from that night, but it wasn’t in that great of detailed. He almost felt bad putting her in the situation where she had to share it all. It wasn’t really his business in the end, was it? Maybe he could help in some way to make her feel better, but he wasn’t really a pillar for advice. “But it’s really not your fault. You did what you thought was best and it’s what everything tells you is best. You couldn’t control anything beyond that.”
Ah, yeah - I guess that would have to be the downside of small town living. I’ve never been one for gossip though, but who knows if I’ll end up following it here. I really hope someone smack me over the head then.
It can be fun if you know the truth and you twist it harmlessly. Or just mess with someone you don’t like that much. If you know the right people, get something pretty great spread about yourself.
“What’s wrong with a hotel now? Have you seen the Lighthouse recently? They stepped up big time, it’s like the Four Seasons in there now. Or maybe more like two seasons, but still.” Quinn shrugged, eyes searching Michael’s face for a quiet, thoughtful moment as she pondered what to say next - something that rarely ever happened. “Taking it slow, huh? So you’re getting back together? What do you mean you’ve been further before?” She eyed him, a slightly puzzled look resting on her face before she took a long sip out of her beer again. “Is that all you wanted?” She sighed quietly, leaning back against the counter. “Well, I just hope you know what you’re doing. I don’t want any broken hearts behind this bar…”
“It’s not the quality. I just didn’t want her to have to pay for something she didn’t have to.” It wasn’t like they were sleeping together. Well, maybe they were now that it was established that the futon was worse than sleeping on a hardwood floor. And who were they kidding? It was bound to end up that way again. It may sound fucked up, and maybe it was a little, but it was bound to happen just like he was definitely going to have to take at least one breath in the next thirty seconds. There was nothing stopping them from the moment Kathleen walked right through that door again. “Yeah, we are. We’ve talked about it and it’s happening. Slowly, but it’s happening. I mean that we... I don’t know. We were must closer to building a life together, but now we’re starting back at the beginning more or less.” He sighed before he shrugged. “Not all. I didn’t want the long distance or breaking up to happen in the first place, but after that, this is what I wanted.” He nodded before he smiled a little. “You’ve got it boss.” He smirked a bit before he let his face fall a little bit more serious. “But really, I know what I’m doing. I promise.”
“I just like eating bacon wrapped in cheese when I’m hungover, but I guess I eat that when I’m sober too”
“That’s not bad. Cheese and bacon makes everything better.”