#saltiermorton

[joneshead]

    @saltiermorton  SAID : "I’m going to regret this.”

“No chance. No one will even know.” Eyes flash towards the door, unopened in the last thirty minutes, and unlikely to jingle and chime any time soon. Pasty’s was dead, as expected. Fiona’s attempts to draw in the night life had fizzled out, and he could have predicted that. Hip millennials liked to be in the newest, hottest place, never the same dingy diner twice. Chicago was full of options for someone who knew how to hunt down the freshest scene, and he doubted very much that she would managed to pull the same size of crowd again. On one hand, he felt a little bad -- seeing the old place do well was good, but then, he liked the quiet, and liked the guarantee that he would get his usual stool and speedy service.

He’d seen a number of wait staff go in and out of this place, but Sierra seemed to stick, at least she had so far. It didn’t take her long to learn his name and expect his usual orders on repeat, but now he was really getting somewhere. Bribing waitresses to take home the last of the pie was one thing, But now he was really pushing the boundaries of his patronage.

“Hey, I’ll vouch for you with Fi even if she does find out. Not that she will. C’mon, I’m starving here.”

SOME MEME I CAN’T FIND!

[geniusidict]

❛  why are you acting like a stranger?  ❜ - from Sierra

youngblood prompts / from @saltiermorton / accepting ! 

                  Wasn’t it easier this way? to pretend like they were nothing;like they didn’t have checkered past of almost’s and maybes. There no reason to rub salt in old wounds, or so he figured. A heavy sigh on his lips, and he can feel the weight of it on his chest, brows furrow and he shrugs. 

             He hadn’t exactly expected to see her, to come face to face with his biggest regret, especially running on three cups of coffee and an hours sleep tops, his son finally asleep in his stroller next to him.  ‘ didn’t know you worked here –’ he’s deflecting, of course, and  what he really means is; if i’d known I’d never came in in the first place.  But he’s smart enough not to say it so bluntly. 

               ‘ ain’t that what we are? –’  a nonchalatant shrug rolls off his shoulders, his guards up, and she’ll see right through it; she always did.  Damn she looked good, tired – that way that single moms always did, and now he knew that all too well himself. He wants to ask how she is, how Lucas is, his litle buddy – wonders if Charlies still in the picture He fucking hopes not, Sierra was better than that piece of shit, a little prespective now and he sees that. Funny how you see the bigger picture when its too fucking late. But wasn’t that just the damn Gallageher curse afterall?

                ‘ sorry – didn’t mean to sound like an asshole, but this little guy ain’t exactly a heavy sleeper,’ he snorts, laughing softly,’ you look good by the way, Sierra …you good? ’