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@penn-choi
"Kids these days walking around bragging about their Pokemon card collections is just... I'm happy for them but I'm just saying," Penn sighed dramatically, sliding a tip across the counter to the bartender before he continued. Anyone would have thought him a hard done by old man, the way he was shaking his head solemnly. "I think Ram Sweeney bullseyeing me in the back of the head with a slushie and throwing me in the dumpster really moulded me as a man, you know?"
"I feel your pain, man." Cal clapped his hand down on Penn's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. The only reason he wasn't still in Penn's position was that Cohen actually liked the family business, which relieved a lot of Calvin's guilt about hating it for the most part. "How much longer do have to keep at it today? Maybe you have time to take a break, your eyes are starting to glaze over. You hungry? I can make you a burger or something."
"As if you can even relate. You've only been in active combat or whatever. That's nothing compared to an email from-" he put on a spooky voice, as if the person he was speaking of was someone to be feared, "Stefania... But for real, I'm over it. You think Bunny Chadwell is looking for a sugar baby sidepiece? You know I love an older woman." He'd pondered the idea for a brief moment until food was an option, which perked him right up. "Actually, she probably wouldn't even cook for me so I'll stick to being your sidepiece. You make the burgers and I'll gaze lovingly, deal?"
"And bills. And taxes. And just so much paperwork. Like why the hell were they teaching algebra in school and not hot to make a proper budget? Or like a couponing class? I really would have appreciated that in retrospect." Saskia responded from nearby, barely giving him a glance as she focused on the work she was doing from her own laptop. "So are there any benefits to doing your dirty work as opposed to flipping burgers for minimum wage?"
It wasn't that Penn had been startled by Saskia, he'd noticed her sit down at an adjacent table when she'd arrived if only because living in Rosewood had taught him to remain vigilant. He'd had one too many bags thrown over his head for his liking. He just hadn't expected a response to his own mumblings. A mistake on Saskia's part she'd surely come to realise because if Penn was anything it was friendly... or annoyingly chatty, depending on the person. "For real, no one's finding life skills in the square root of pi. And they say social media is bad for us... those satisfying cleaning videos taught me how not to make mustard gas which is top tier because I am so not trying to go out scrubbing the toilet." While she was hardly sparing him any attention he'd so easily given up on his emails, "What is this, a reverse job interview? I'd say working for me would be less greasy, for one. And I get to travel a lot so you'd get to come on tons of dope trips. Working holiday, you know? Total tax write off type shit. So, you in? I mean," he laughed, "in like... ten years give or take."
"Why is so much of adulthood just... emails," Penn was looking at his laptop but his eyes were unfocused, his attention having lapsed somewhere along the line. "Fuck dreaming of a private jet, the second I make enough money I'm hiring a secretary."
mingyu for harper's bazaar sg.
🎃 ; PENN as AKI HAYAKAWA, CHAINSAW MAN
"No, they don't jump off our roof on Halloween." As the season fell upon them, Patton knew it was only a matter of time before people began to bug his family. He had hoped as time went on that people would drop the wild beliefs individuals had about the Addams Family. His parents had done a terrible job at combating those rumors so Patton had to suffer yet another Halloween fighting for his life. "No, my mom and sister aren't witches ... but if they were they would have probably cursed you by now. Actually, if you keep asking me dumb things I'm going to ask them to curse you." He could also just give in and embrace it. sometimes.
"Honestly your mom could tell me she was from the moon and I'd still... Mad respect to your pops," Penn sucked his teeth as he thought out loud, shrugging because he wasn't exactly sorry. "You're still not about the season?"
"Okay, so I wasn't the only one so saw that." Ella said, with a gasp. "I was fully thinking to myself that he even appeared annoying." She said, not liking to speak of others disparagingly but she couldn't help it in that moment. More so when Penn entirely understood where she was coming from. "No date?" She asked him, looking around them before turning her attention back to him. The women of Rosewood had to be blind, in front of her stood a total ten. A ten, who was an utter gentleman. "I would actually really appreciate that." She let Penn know with a nod of her head. "But I do have to forewarn you, I happen to enjoy dancing at these things."
"It's definitely the supervillain eyebrows," Penn decided, less considerate than Ella in his judgment. "Kinda scared that if we turn around we're going to see him standing there with his pinkie to the corner of his mouth like Dr Evil." He followed her in glancing around, realising after a beat that she was doing it out of disbelief for him being there solo. "And you? Surely I'm keeping you from someone." Still, she didn't turn down his offer so maybe they were in the same boat. "Dangerous words, Miss Ella. Only difference is I'm probably more left in the feet. It's been a minute since I've been to one of these things. Still, if you're willing to risk ego death then I'm definitely your guy."
"You are a heaven sent. Thank you." Ella let Penn know, with a rub to his shoulder before it was time to turn on those acting skills to sell that Penn was exactly who she needed to be with in that moment. She nodded as Penn introduced himself, before nearly breaking out into laughter at what Penn told Chad. "Penn, now that was hilarious." She told him, allowing herself to laugh as they began to make their way away from the guy. "No, seriously, I can't thank you enough. Please allow me to replace this," She pointed at the champagne flute he'd handed her earlier. "I'm sure there's some lucky lady wondering where her date and champagne are."
Penn shook his head discreetly and gave Ella a friendly smile, not considering what he was doing something to be thanked for. To be fair it was also somewhat of an ego boost for him too, seeing the way Chad stood there slack jawed as they walked away. "Nothing more scathing than the truth, right? It's crazy how some people even manage to just look annoying..." As for the lucky lady, he waved his hand and chuckled, "Oh, no date. It was for my mom. Pretty sure my dad's got it under control though. How about we do some wandering, make sure you've really lost that loser?"
"Hi," Ella said, out of breath as she took a hold of the spare champagne flute the person in front of her was holding. "do you mind doing me a favor? See that guy coming this way?" She nodded towards a guy coming close. "The obvious finance bro, yeah. Well let's just say, he's got a bit of a crush and I simply don't, so can I hang out here with you for a second or more?" She asked, before turning back to find the guy besides them. "Oh hi, Chad. this is just my friend..."
Penn had been on his way to deliver a drink to his mom as any diligent son would, but found himself being relieved of the spare drink by someone who seemed to need it more. "Always down for a favour between friends," he nodded to Ella, though his smile faltered a little when she clarified her reasons. As much as he'd been a total horn dog in high school, he didn't think that was comparable to a grown man not being able to take no for an answer. "Penn Choi," he offered his hand to Chad, shaking it a little firmer than necessary. "To say Ella's told me so much about you would be a lie so, uh, yeah, we'll be going now."
"What?" She asked, laughing as he waved his hand over the water, blocking her view. "Fine, I suppose I'll just have to stare at your breasts then." Mariela laughed, shaking her head at how ridiculous the guy was. But she had to admit, she loved that Penn didn't take himself so serious. They lived in a town where everyone was obsessed with being prim and proper, so whenever she met people who just could have fun she gravitated to them. Mariela made her way back towards Penn after drying off a bit and wrapping her hair up in a towel, only to find herself doused once more by him shaking his head like if he were some sort of dog. "You know, I could just smoke this alone." Mariela playfully threatened as she walked away for a second before she returned with a bright smile. "Well, lead the way, boy wonder." She stepped out of his way so he could make way— lightly hip checking him once they were on route.
"Mm, see, it's no fun on your own though," he told her, not believing for a second that she was leaving without him so he stayed put until she came back. Aside from genuinely believing it was no fun to smoke alone he also thought his company was just as enjoyable. Given his size over Mariela he didn't go with his first instinct to hip check her right back lest he accidentally bump her right back into the pool - he'd learned the hard way that he wasn't the scrawny kid from high school anymore. Instead he gave the top of her head a light ruffle and jogged ahead a few steps to find himself out of her reach until he was sure he was in the clear. "This spot is calling to me," he pulled the towel from around his shoulders to lay out on the ground in the shade of a tree. "I think frose day is my event of the summer..."
"Now that'd definitely make this a party to remember." Mariela let him know, laughing between her words as she really enjoyed Penn's deviousness. She always found that to be a telltale sign that she was really going to enjoy someone's company. She, by the nature of her profession, surrounded by people who didn't enjoy fun. Everything was just so serious in ballet. So finding people who could just find fun in the smallest things, that was what she looked for. "No, I definitely get what you mean because I've been trying my hardest not to stare at yours." She told him, her eyes growing just as wide as his as she stared into his eyes. "What? You thought you were going to come around here splashing me and not get yours back in return?" She asked Penn, with a raise of her eyebrow. "No, it's not your fault. Not everyone gets it. But you know what? I'm okay with it because it only makes running into the people who get it that much better." She let him know before leading the way towards the pool stairs as she had a joint with their names on it. In honor of the people who didn't suffer from stick-up-their-ass-ism.
"Hey... Hey!" he fidgeted, waving his hand over the water's surface to disturb it so she couldn't see his feet, "my breasts are up here! Feet, those you have to pay for." To be fair he generally assumed he was going to get told off whenever he did anything goofy so yeah, the fact that she had splashed him back was kind of a surprise. Those who knew Penn in any capacity knew that while he had a clear moral code, given he'd been raised by the town's father aka the Sheriff, that didn't mean he was a stick in the mud. If anything he had just grown up sneakier to avoid his father's suspicion. He ducked back to where he'd left his stuff, grabbing his towel and draping it over his shoulders. Rather than drying himself off completely he waited until he found Mariela again before he shook his hair out right next to her, flicking her with water again and if the cheeky grin on his face didn't earn him some leniency well, he was screwed. "Which way we going? The gardens that way seemed pretty quiet when I came through before."
Penn stood at the entrance to the court, watching Cal for a second to see how long it would take him to notice him, making an immature gesture or two just to make him laugh. When he was spotted he glanced down at his phone and back up, "I don't know man, you're looking pretty criminal right now... is what Rhiannon would say before she drops you into a Tombstone Piledriver as made famous by wrestling icon Undertaker, The... Anyways, let's pickle some balls." @calvin-james
Mariela thanked Penn as he clapped for her, happy that she could comment on those not so great times in her life and it not affect her. It was a distant memory now, a nessacary part of her story that aligned her towards a path to be the person she wanted to be. She found herself cackling as everyone turned in their direction, some glaring, others confused as to what'd just happened. "What? You're literally standing in water." Mariela told those who appeared to be annoyed, before giving her attention back to Penn. "It's so like toes." She nodded, as he was so right. "Well, I'm a dancer and we all have terrible toes so that's never bothered me." She followed Penn's train of thought as she completely got where he was coming from. "Thank you. You know, I've been complimented my fair share amount of times, never got any love for these bad boys." Mariela wiped off her face from the water Penn's wave of his hand had sent in her direction. "I also prefer them dry, so yeah, we might actually need to head out of here." She agreed, splashed once again by the guy and this one, she wasn't taking laying down so she happily splashed him back. "Now I'm starting to understand the dirty looks from before."
He had seen it for a moment there, that so-called attitude of Mariela's peeking out. Likewise he'd given up caring what anyone else thought of him, that was so high school Penn, and grinned, "Could be worse, could have dropped my toaster in the pool." At least he had a feeling he wouldn't have to worry about getting a lecture for getting her hair wet. "Now that we're talking about it I'm trying so hard not to look," he watched her with wide eyes, almost like he was trying to start a staring competition. "It's like, you never think about it until you're thinking about it and now you can't stop thinking about it... in the least weird way, obviously. Hey–" Penn spluttered when he was splashed, acting as if he hadn't been the instigator to begin with, "It's not my fault certain members of the community have severe allergies to a good time. I'm just doing my due diligence to cure the stick-up-their-ass-ism. Clench too tight and you'll turn yourself inside out, you know."
