Robyn's The Name

I'm Robyn. I own the little bar just outside of town, y'all know the one. Make sure you've got something important if you want to cry about your sorrows if I'm not at work. And don't think too hard. Gives me a headache.

[robyn--payne-blog]

Pumpkin Spice || Self-Para

Robyn wasn't one for the holidays, really. Reminded her too much of days long past and hurt long ago - memories that weren't pleasant ones. Sure, the leaves turning and Halloween were nice, and who could hate Thanksgiving? Really, it wasn't the holidays in general that bothered Robyn. It was the people. 

Everyone was mooning over their girlfriend or boyfriend and whining about their family, there were thoughts flying everywhere. And when it was nearly three months of that nonsense? Things got hard for Robyn to block out. The bar didn't help much, as her usual patrons tended to be the ones with more thoughts in their heads. It was exhausting, and the season tended to leave Robyn entirely drained. 

Of course, she always decorated the place a bit, no matter her feelings about the holidays. Changing out the golden fairy lights across the ceiling for orange and purple ones, and putting out a few pumpkins and black cats really was as much as she did decor-wise for Halloween. There was a bit more outside, but she usually left that up to the rest of the staff. This year it seemed they had a few hay bales and scarecrows, with some signs and lights. It wasn't her problem to take down or put up, so Robyn couldn't care less. 

Where her sprucing up really came into play was the menu. The bar had always served some food, she had all the licenses. Bar food, nothing special. But when it came to the holidays, the menu became something to look at. There were desserts and specialty dishes, all kinds of things. She even had the place open up around noon to the public and close except for over 21s at seven. Robyn liked to bake, and she had a couple people on staff that could cook. That's how they kept the place afloat sometimes, though she was sure that she could always pay the bills.

But the bar was hers, and the apartment upstairs was more home than she ever could have asked for. And hell if she was ever going to let them go. Robyn would have pumpkin pies overflowing in her house for a few weeks, and then all the Christmas desserts, but hey. A little extra sugar in her diet couldn't hurt, and it would keep the place busy. And maybe, somehow, she'd learn how to tune it all out.

[jensenheartcock]

"I suppose not, for a Sunday night. But I don’t know. I still like it here. Thanks."

"Good! Just waiting for my husband’s arrival. He’s due back and I cannot wait."

[robyn--payne-blog]

"I like it here too. And hey, I think the halloween lights do a little something to the lighting, even if the orange pumpkins that one of the girls insists on putting up are all kinds of tacky."

"Well, I'm sure I'll be seeing him in here soon enough, then. Good to have him back, hopefully in one piece."

[bheartcock]

Home sweet home.

[bheartcock]

"You keep giving out free drinks, and you’ll be seeing my face a lot around here."

[robyn--payne-blog]

"If you want to be the test subject for the new mixed drinks I'm working on, then I think we'll both benefit from that statement."

[jensenheartcock]

"Nah, I’m okay. Not much of a drinker, just here for the atmosphere. I’ll take a virgin drink though, if you don’t mind. How are you tonight, Robyn?"

[robyn--payne-blog]

"Not much atmosphere tonight, I'll tell you that. I'll get you something, give me a sec."

"Good, good. Bored out of my mind, but all's well on the homefront. Yourself?"

[bheartcock]

Home sweet home.

[bheartcock]

"Bottoms up. Thank you."

"I remember you. From last time I was here. Robyn, right?"

[robyn--payne-blog]

"Not a thing."

"That'd be me. Nice to see your face around here again."

[bheartcock]

Home sweet home.

[robyn--payne-blog]

"Welcome home, sarge. First round's on the house for the local war hero."

[jensenheartcock]

"How about some company for the night? I won’t be getting any sleep anytime soon."

[robyn--payne-blog]

"Well, come on then. Want a drink?"

[danemoretti]

"You live here. It’s a Sunday. But by now, you’ve got to know how to fill the quiet. It’s a basic life skill."

[robyn--payne-blog]

"The bar usually keeps things interesting. No one's even in complaining about their life choices. It's a tragedy."

[robyn--payne-blog]

"Slow night, it seems."

"I fear I'm going to slowly die of boredom."

[demiguise-james]

James sat back against the booth seat, draping one of his arms over the back. “Yeah, well, I had some losers who wouldn’t get out when I told them I was leaving for lunch. Difficult people— this town is full of them, you know,” he noticed. “I booked your schedule? Glad to hear that,” he purred, resting his arms on the table and smirking right back.

[robyn--payne-blog]

Laughing softly as he spoke, Robyn shrugged. "Can't deny that. It's homey, though. Only place I've really ever known." She had lived in the town all her life, that much was true, but the town had never been home. She'd made a home for herself in the bar, but that was about it. The rest of the place she couldn't care less about. "Not a hard thing to do. Well, once I wrote off setting up the bar until later."

[kaseytheclairvoyant-deactivated]

"You forgot the muffins."

[robyn--payne-blog]

"Thought I might go for something in a few. It's been... Well, a lot of hours, since I've eaten."

[life-of-umi]

"That goes well with grading and coffee."

[robyn--payne-blog]

"I'd assume as much. Though I think you might have some more work than I do. I've only got a few forms, thankfully enough."

[robyn--payne-blog]

"Paperwork and coffee. My favorite combination."

[demiguise-james]

[Timeskip]

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James had left work twenty minutes later as said, though with the short walk it made him late. Not that he cared, he never cared when he wasn’t punctual. He pushed the door open with his back and spun on his heel, crossing the room to the booth he spotted Robyn sitting in. He sat across from her and grabbed a menu propping it open on the table. “Glad you could make it,” he said with a smile.

[robyn--payne-blog]

Robyn had expected him to be late, but as James slid into the booth she'd chosen - away from most prying eyes - she still gave him a look. "You're late." The smirk on her face proved that she didn't truly mind, but she was one to not let things go quickly. "Of course I did. You happened to book my schedule before anything else could."

[demiguise-james]

James gave a smirk when she told him there was nothing else to be done. “I don’t know about that. I’m quite talented at making certain things possible in situations or… places they’re usually not,” he admitted before he began walking back to the store, stopping in front of her and gliding his fingers against her waist. “See you at the burger joint in say… twenty minutes?” he questioned, throwing her another wink before he finished walking back to the store, pulling the door along with him.

[robyn--payne-blog]

Robyn looked up at him as he spoke, stretching back momentarily as he spoke. "Oh really? You'll have to show me that sometime," she replied, biting her lip. Humming softly at the statement - and contact to her skin where her t-shirt had ridden up - Robyn smirked. "You best not be late." Standing up and unlocking the driver's side door, Robyn slid into the car, turning it on and leaning out the open window to call at James before driving away. "Twenty minutes. And my place after."

[demiguise-james]

James smirked at the response. He came to a stop as he passed her going to the door, giving her a look. “No, I haven’t. But I might like to one day. Especially if it’s a white shirt,” he admitted, throwing her a wink before he walked through the door.

He nodded his head and kicked the front door open, pushing it until he heard a click to make sure it wouldn’t close behind him. He put the boxes into the back of the truck, clapping his hands together a few times before wiping them on his jeans. “Anything else I can do for you?”

[robyn--payne-blog]

Robyn looked back innocently, shrugging as much as she could with the heavy box in hand. "Oh, but then I'd be covered in beer or liquor and all cold... I wouldn't know what to do." She dropped the act at the next sentence, smirking before walking forwards with an added swing in her step. "Well, right after I kicked someone's ass, of course."

Walking out as he opened the door, Robyn lifted the box into the tailgate and leaned against the slightly dirty body of the truck. "Nothing we can get accomplished in this parking lot, sugar."

[demiguise-james]

James smirked. “Says the redhead who is agreeing to have lunch with me. I guess I finally found her. That is, if you’re fiery enough to pass for Lily Evans.”

James put the chart back on the wall and pointed to three boxes in the corner. “Those are yours apparently,” he said as he checked the tags on the top of them, nodding his head. “Yup,” he confirmed, lifting up two of them and carrying them outside.

[robyn--payne-blog]

"Oh, I'm plenty fiery. Don't you see the hair?" She laughed, countering his words. "And you've never seen me when someone spills a drink down my shirt. Hell of a time that always is."

Walking over towards the boxes he pointed out, Robyn tossed him a smile as she picked one up and shifted her grip as she heard glass clink. "Thanks. Truck's just over here," she said, using her head to gesture to the old, blue truck a few parking spots away.