May I request a Joel smallishbeans && a skizzleman.. Perhaps... I'm desperate 🦭 ough... Not force tho! :3
desperate? arent we all </3 fun fact, my laptop died literally as i finished writing it lol
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📧 Day 113 (b) -
Characters - Skizz/Joel
Words - 674
Time - 30 mins
Content - Modern AU
Skizz exhales until his shoulders drop, tugging his tie loose as he takes a seat in a high stool. The bar is mostly empty, but for once, he is glad for the quieter atmosphere. He places his phone face down on the counter, eyes drawn to the incoming reflection. The lights are blocked by a silhouette, blurry outline but the familiar uniform eases his mind.
He looks up, blinking quickly, taken aback by the new face.
The bartender smiles with a raised brow, eyeing him up and down. “What can I getcha? I can get you another server too.”
He huffs a laugh, “Nah, brother, just get me a beer.”
“A beer?” The bartender looks back to the bar, then back, scoffing. “I’m gonna poison it, just so you know.”
Skizz is taken aback, blinking perplexed. He watches him walk away, grabbing a beer mug to fill it. The foam reaches the top and spills, and Skizz cannot draw his eyes away from the hand on the handle.
When the bartender comes back, placing the mug in between them, Skizz looks at him straight. He is cute, very expressive as his neutral expression shifts to a curious one. His arms casually rest on the counter, inching forward to hold his gaze.
Suddenly, the tables turn and Skizz loses his ground.
He smiles, though, already victorious. “I was joking about the poison, you know. Drink you, big guy. No one likes warm beer, and no one likes someone who drinks their beer warm.”
Skizz chuckles. His smile widens, more points for him.
Leisurely, he takes the mug, sliding it closer but not quite going for a drink yet. “So, what’s your name?”
“You couldn’t afford me, either way.” He smirks, friendly but conceited. Skizz is not sure how to make heads or tails of him. “Not that I’m an option.”
“Humor me.”
He raises a brow, then tilts back his head slightly. He eyes the bar then he is back center of Skizz’s attention. He leans forward again, resting his chin on his perched right hand.
“Buy me a drink?”
Skizz scoffs, “Drinking on the job?”
“Humor me.”
Skizz’s mouth falls open with objection, wanting to wipe the smug smirk from his lips. But the longer he stares, the more he finds them appealing. He finds himself staring at every movement and curve, the subtle glistening of them and the plumpness.
Skizz does not think of his wallet, so he gestures to the bar with a nod.
The bartender walks away, pouring himself some whiskey on a glass with ice cubes, grabbing a coke on his way back. He lifts the tab, the fizzing filling the space around them. Skizz’s eyes flicker from his hand to his face, nearly jumping back to find him already staring back.
“I’m Joel,” he says as he pours the coke over the ice, staring at his drink with fondness. “Just started yesterday. Gem got me the job.”
“Gem? Where d’ya know her from?”
Joel gives him a funny look, then looks back at his glass, gently swirling to mix it. “Doesn’t matter, does it? I thought we were talking about me.”
“Sure, sure,” Skizz rolls his eyes, and finally takes the first sip of his beer. The chill lasts little on his tongue, but he bites a reaction back to not give him any satisfaction. “It’s all about you, Joel, sure, bud.”
“Well, then, what’s your name? You’re a regular, right? Oh, wait. You’re a sales guy, aren’t you? Are you Skizz, then? Gem’s talked about you.”
“Good things?” he asks on the edge of his glass.
“If that makes you sleep better at night.”
Joel takes a swing of his drink, and Skizz’s eyes draw to his Adam’s apple. Flicking up to catch Joel’s eyes again, the corners of his lips quirked into yet another smirk. At this rate, Joel is synonymous with smug, and Skizz finds that he does not mind it all too much.
Which is, obviously, bad.
Very bad.
And Joel knows it with certainty.
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SKIZZ DAY :D
on other news, ive successfully acquired a mouse, so... yeah, transfer time. though im still posting on tumblr because yes. more work
