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and now you say that, you say you love me. well I may have your heart, he has your body. and now you swear that you're being honest, but you're not honest, and you never could be.

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Scarlett accepted the drink, paying before she took a cautious sip.  Tea wasn’t really her thing.  Coffee was, but tea was meh.  However, this one even she couldn’t deny was pretty good.  “Not half bad!  What brand ya use, or do ya make ya own concoctions?”

owen watched as she took a drink, stashing her money in the register. “i brew it myself.” he said with a nod, a tiny smile appearing on his face. “glad ya like it.”

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Scar grinned wide.  “ Chocolate.  But I doubt ya got chocolate tea.”  She laughed.  “Raspberry sound nice though…  Can I get extra sugar in it?”

owen nodded as he went a grabbed her raspberry tea, adding extra sugar in it as she had asked before handing it to her. “there ya go.”

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faith had been sent down to the store to pick up some more of that tea her mother loved, but once she got there, the type had completely slipped her mind. ginger, was it? no, it had to be a fruity one. she straightened at the not-exactly-friendly welcoming into the store, wringing her hands in front of her. “i-well, i kind of forgot.” she sounded like a right idiot. “i’m here to pick up tea for my momma. she told me the type…maybe i’ll remember if i hear it.”

owen sighed, walking around the counter to meet the girl, pointing at the different teas as he listed them. “lemon, strawberry, peach, orange, pomegranate & lime, mint, ginger, watermelon & basil, hibiscus tea punch, mango, blackberry, cranberry, and the list goes on.” he took in a deep breath after he finished, raising his eyes at the girl. “hear what ya needed?”

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“Peach is disgustin’.  Got somethin’ that don’t taste like it was fermented with Satan’s balls?“  She questioned as she tilted her head.  Now she was just being bratty, but in all honesty, peach was gross.  Who eats fuzzy things?  Freaks, that’s who.

“raspberry, lemon, green tea...” his voice faded out as he listed all the different flavors of sweet tea that he sold, slowly looking at her to see if she was actually listening to him or not. “what do you like?”

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“Wow, don’t I feel welcomed, is this how you treat all your customers or am I just special?” the man sneered, stepping forward as he looked around the shop, “What do you even sell here, piss in jars?” ajax wasn’t impressed, after living in his comfy life back in new york he had been looking for a starbucks when he stumbled across what he thought would be an alright substitute.

“the likes of you would never be fuckin’ special.” he muttered, biting his tongue as he did so. owen watched as the guy looked around his store, sighing. “i sell sweet tea, so if you’re looking for anything else you won’t find it here.”

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         Stella prided herself on her knowledge of the crime ring in Bumfuck. She made an effort to know who was doing          what — especially because it made it easier for her to know who to avoid.

         And of all the criminals in this fucking town, Owen was,      without a doubt, the one who amused her the most. How          often did you find a criminal who owned a sweet tea shop?

Stella stopped in the door when he snapped and couldn’t          help but grin, laughing at him through her nose as if there were nothing funnier.

                    “Well, you sure ain’t pussyfootin’ around today, are ya?”

the moment stella stepped foot into his store, owen found himself rolling his eyes. “what ya want?” he questioned her, no longer tense like he once was. stella was probably one of the only people in the entire town that he didn’t feel the need to worry about. “and if you say anything that doesn’t involve you buying somethin’, i’m gunna be pissed.”

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“ you treat ALL your customers that way ? ”       she said ,  eyes glued to the young man as she placed                         her henna covered hands on her hips . “ i’m shocked            you’re still in BUSINESS . must be something ELSE keeping you afloat , ” she gave a smirk ,  eventually                                             walking forward . “ give me your SWEETEST . ”

“only the pretty ones.” he stated sarcastically, narrowing his eyes when she made the comment about his business. owen kept his mouth shut though, turning around and picking up one of the mason jars that contained his fresh batch & sweetest tea. “there ya go.”

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“Attitude like that, I don’t see how ya could help me at all.“  She snipped back with a yawn.  “I dunno.  What ya recommend?“

owen simply rolled his eyes, pointing to a far corner in the shop. “peach iced tea over there is pretty good, you can get it sweetened or un-sweetened.” he stated casually, licking his lips as he leaned onto the counter. “personally... i like mine sweet.”

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owen’s plot page that i’m still working on here and his about page that def needs work is here but hmu and we can work a plot or something out

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“unless you came with the intentions of buying something, i’m not sure i can be of much help to you.” owen barked the same instant he heard the door open. it had been a long day and despite what people may have thought of him, he worked hard for what he got. “so, what will it be?” he asked as he finally turned to look at the figure.

[lronbear]

“Yes, sir.”

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