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PAXTON ABERNATHY; 32. FATHER. HUSBAND. son. brother. director. veteran. and RESPECT your efforts.respect yourself. self-r e s p e c t leads to s e l f -discipline. when you have both firmly under your b e l t ; THAT'S real p o w e r.

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Chris Hemsworth at the Golden Globes

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---- RYKER DAWSON;

“Well, how do you feel about breaking a few rules?” He questioned with the lack of his smirk, feigning seriousness despite the very want to start laughing.

Paxton paused, as though if he was actually giving thought to the answer. Teeth sinking into his bottom teeth, he turned his head slightly towards the other. “Big fan, I’ve been told.”

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---- MILO CALLUM;

“That was fucking funny,” Milo had watched the whole thing, the girl stomping away from Paxton. “Shit, dude. What the hell did you do to her?”

“I had very little to do with it.” The blonde commented, before tossing a hand in the air. “Don’t know, man. Breathe in her direction?” Paxton thought out loud, “My breath stink or something? Have you been keeping me out of the loop?”

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---- VALENTINA TURNER;

Val couldn’t remember the last time she saw some of her old mates from the military. What were the odds of running into one of them here, in this small town called, Westbrook? So when Valentina saw her good ole friend Paxton, she immediately threw her glass of Johnny Walker on the rocks in his face, all the while throwing her hands in the air screaming his name, “Paxton Abernathy!” She laughed at his remark even more so at the look on his face. “Still haven’t learned to hold your breathe, have you? You won’t survive a shipwreck at all.” She teased before pushing his shoulders.

Paxton was home, therefore, he expected to run into people he knew. Hell, quite frankly, he knew the whole damn town it seemed. But even he could admit that things change, and having only been back for a good five months, had at least proven that much to him. And for a moment, with the Johnny Walker blurring his vision, he had expected this to be a mistake. At least, he hoped as much. Yet, when the voice of the brunette hit him, he knew immediately who it was. And in that second, the incident didn’t seem so out of place, or maybe that was character? Roughly drying his face with the palm of his hand, he laid blue hues upon the brunette. “Jesus Christ, who the hell throws a drink in the face of a former solider, Valentina?” He thought out loud, “At least in a damn ship wreck, this bastard would have some warning. You need to work on your goddamn greeting skills.”

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---- RORY CALLAHAN;

Dirty blond hair, pressed suit, bar side, idle. Rory would’ve sworn on her life that it was her ex-boyfriend across the bar and the excess of things she never got to tell him were a tantrum in her chest when she approached Paxton, drink sharply in her hand. When he ran his hand down the length of his suddenly unfamiliar face, Rory’s own expression drained in humiliation. “Oh my god,” she fumbled, hurried in her attempts to gather all of the napkins from the bar top. “Oh–– Oh my, I am so sorry. I am so sorry. I thought you were… I thought you were someone I knew. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” Rory rambled her attention on the napkins she frantically applied to Paxton’s shirt. 

There were a lot of things that Paxton did not like. But the biggest thing had to be surprises. In his thirty-two years of life, he has come to know that any surprise that fell upon him was never good. He hated them, he also hated people sneaking up on him, and things in his face. Therefore, this situation had all three, and he could feel his blood boil over. Once he was able to take in just who stood in front of him, the situation would only come to make even less sense then it had moments before. “That’s how you treat people you know?” The male snapped back, grabbing the napkins from her as he attempted to dry his face of the sticky substance. “I’ll live, if that’s what you mean.” He could hear the edge in his own voice, yet, while watching a apologetic brunette before him, he aimed to cease that edge from his tone. “Are you okay?“

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---- FALLON CALLAHAN;

It happened so quickly that Fallon almost didn’t notice the commotion happening until Paxton was covered in…whatever it was in the glass. The blonde pressed her lips together, trying her best to suppress her laughter, but it was the look on his face that caused her to burst out laughing. Raising a brow at him, she merely gave him a shrug at his words. “It wasn’t me,” She started. “I mean, I might’ve been able to stop that from happening. But…it all happened so fast.” She flashed a grin at him. “So, what did you do to end up on their shit list? Come on, I’ll buy you a drink to make up for the embarrassment.”

The moment Paxton cleared his face off, he flashed the familiar blonde a bright smile. Her words amusing him, if nothing else. “Uh-huh, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were in on that fiasco. Probably even handed him the damn glass.” He commented, more taunting, then anything else. “Made a creative call, she didn’t agree with said decision.” Paxton replied, simply learning to shrug it off at this point. It wasn’t the first wanna-be he pissed off, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last. “Sure, only because you asked so nicely, Callahan. I want the swirly straw to.”

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---- ATHENA WALKER;

Athena hadn’t expected to see the sight unfold in such manner. Chestnut hues widened into size of ping-pong balls, a sharp inhale - hitting against her front teeth before taking a moment and asking the bartender for a clean towel. Once getting received of that, Athena walked over toward the male and handed it off to him, carefully watching over him, “Yikes, sucks you had to endure that.” Athena began her words quite awkwardly, knowing she was never someone with a great stance of sympathy and how to properly apply it into situations like such. “Did you know that person or do I need to hunt them down and arrest them for innocently bothering another citizen of this town?” Spoken like the detective she was, trying to look out for this town even though, she felt like getting any leads upon the case of Alexis was arm twisting than ever. Nonetheless, she managed to get out of her clouded mind bubble of the shit show of her life for a spilt second.

This had to be the prime example as to why when he wasn’t on set, or next to his wife in the hospital, he preferred to be at home. With his boy. That had to truly be the most peace he felt, since at this time in his life, he was more than aware that him out in public caused more then enough issues. As the furious woman stormed off, Paxton stood firmly in place, hands out in the air, features soak with what taste and smell told him was whiskey; utterly shell shock. And the truth was, he didn’t know if he had the right to be. In pure instinct, the blonde reached for the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up so that he could wipe his face off with it. While in the same instance, a brunette appeared before him with a clean towel. Something that would work much better. Without hesitation he reached for it, and replaced the edge of his t-shirt with the cotton feel. “Thanks.” He spoke to her the moment he was able to come eye level of her. “I don’t know her.” He added, “But I have met her, and I guess you can say that conversation hadn’t went so well either. At least, for her. I’m assuming this was her way of getting the last word.”

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---- ASHER VAUGHN;

Asher saw the situation happen right in front of her, trying her best not to laugh since it didn’t seem appropriate to. But then again, when was Asher ever appropriate. Her reflexes setting in quickly, she swiped up a few napkins from the counter and handed it to him. “Not sure if these will do much, but… here you go.” she said, arms extended with napkins at the end of it. Her hues panned around the room to look for the culprit, but they were long gone. “You okay?”

Paxton could admit that he had many reasons for people to hate him. Hell, he wasn’t always that great of a guy, not that he thought of himself as much of a great one now. Yet, of all the reasons to get a drink thrown in his face, this one took the cake for the most ridiculous. Blue hues flickered down at the white cloth that just barely covered his hand as he took it from her. Pressing his lips together, he inhaled sharply, “Guess it’ll do.” He muttered, before pressing the napkin against his face. “Liquor to the face?” He began, as he tossed the napkin upon to the nearest counter, “Can easily say it doesn’t even top the fifty worst things I’ve been through. So, I think I’ll live. Thanks for the ---” He looked down at the white cloth, then back at her, “---yeah.”

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Chris Hemsworth for Hugo Boss

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                               Elijah Carter Abernathy ;                                                                camera roll (4/?)

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Paxton haven’t expected the ice cold beverage to go from the glass to his features. The shock slapped him, his mouth dropping open before then closing. Spitting out some of what managed to string his taste buds. He brought a hand to his features and roughly ran it down his face, in an attempt to wipe the liquid off. Blue eyes flashing open and piercing the person before him. “ — What the hell?”

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---- LENA ABERNATHY;

After a long day, Lena finally returned home, thinking of just passing out on the couch. That idea long flew away when her puppy Rex, ran up to her, jumping and barking. “I’ve missed you to Rex, I hope you were a good boy.” She said before walking over to empty out his food bowl to put in some fresh dog food and water. Leaving her little dog by the kitchen she headed upstairs to see her brother. “Pax! Did you change Rex’s food this afternoon, because it looks like the same one from this morning?” She asked before welcoming herself into his room and jumping on his bed. “PAX!”

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Two and a half hours. Paxton had had to deal with a cranky sick toddler, who did nothing but fight his sleep for two and a half hours. Once the male had actually gotten the boy to pass, the silence that filled the house was almost too good to be true, ‘tis he should’ve known that it’d be just that, in fact. Sitting at an old desk, blue hues skimmed through a script, from a pile of scripts mere inches from his left, completely lost in his work, only to be pulled from it as Lena barged into the room. “If you wake up my sleeping, sick child, I will kill you, Lena.” The male stated, as he whipped towards the blonde, “Good evening, sister --- no, I did not change Rex’s food this afternoon. Was that on my to-do list? Sorry --- had so many things on that damn thing.”

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---- RYKER DAWSON;

“If you even start with the ‘new year, new me’ bullshit,” Ryker cast his gaze on the other, pulling his cigarette from between his lips. “Then you can find your own fun for the night, got it?”

Paxton cocked a brow at the male as he spoke, his words, however, were none that surprising. It seemed everyone was tired of hearing that phrase, then again, could he blame them? After so long, it sounded like empty promises, and really, who the hell liked those? “That depends --- what kind of fun do you have in mind?”

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---- CONNOR KING;

“Are you planning to finish that,” he spoke lowly whilst wiping down the counter around said person’s drink. “Or should I just assume you’re going to keep nursing it until close? Hope you realize there’s no point in pretending like you can actually handle liquor that strong, you’ve got nobody in here to impress.” 

Paxton had be seated at the bar for at least two hours. The same glass of whiskey sitting in front of him, as the rest of the room seemed to dance around him. No mind being paid to anything that happened to pass, and nearly missing the fact that Connor had taken note of the fact he hadn't touched his glass. Blue hues flickering up at the male, features hardly unchanging. "If that's your way of challenging me to a drink off, I hate to break it to ya, King. But I'd kick your ass." The blonde aimed towards the bartender, jokingly, yet the smile that would follow never quite reaching his eyes. Shaking his head, he wrapped long digits around the glass, "It's the smell." He added a few seconds later, "Otherwise, I'm not really in the mood to drink."

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