Post by Bree on Sept 4, 2007 16:01:26 GMT -5
“Cheers.” Anabell said to Scotty as she held up her beer. He winked at her with his left eye and then a chug of orange juice, but nobody knew that except Anabell. Business was slow considering it was only seven pm, but it gave Anabell more time to talk to before Nathaniel relieved her from work.
Scotty sat down on the bar stool closet to the back door. His strawberry blonde hair was currently cut in the shaggy-bowl that he favored. His green eyes twinkled because of the new lights the just installed at the bar. Sporting long black jeans with a white deigo-tee and construction boots; he almost looked out of place at Shenanigans, but then again, he owned the place. Not a lot of people knew it though; just a handful of the employees and a couple regulars, and Scotty liked to keep it that way. The only scar that was visible was on his left arm running from his elbow to his wrist. Nobody knew how Scotty got it, but Nathaniel had some leads and they weren’t too pretty.
Anabell didn’t feel that it was alright to snoop in her boss’s life, but with Nathaniel as head of security, she really didn’t have a say in it.
“I like to know who is in the bar, what their past is, everything. This way, I know what to expect of them when shit hits the fan, you know?”
Nathaniel said that not even two nights ago, and she still wasn’t convinced.
Anabell scanned over the bar double checking that everything was okay. The half empty chairs and nearly deserted dance floor was no surprise to her. She counted about... oh twenty two people not counting herself or Scotty. Most of the customers were regulars and she had no problem with them. The only people who weren’t familiar were the couple sitting in the back having and very heated discussion. She couldn’t make out what they were saying but the woman shook her head fervently on a constant basis said it wasn’t good.
Anabell looked back at Scotty and then looked down to her beer. She wanted to ask him something, something that has been bothering her for awhile, but didn’t know how to start or even just begin. Yes, she invited Scotty, to his own bar, to ask him this, but words just weren’t forming. She did know that he was the right person to turn to for this, well, because Scotty did introduced Nathaniel to her. And matchmaking wasn’t something her did lightly either. He must have seen something, but Anabell knew Scotty would share that. Scotty like leaving everything up to the fates and free will.
Scotty turned around to face the tables, leaning his elbows on the bar. He knew, rather he saw, that something was up, but like all visions, he couldn’t place his finger on it. His sight was reliable, telling him when people lied, cheated or even when something like, well love and life were blooming, but he couldn’t place his fingers as of why. He hated that about his sight, but still enjoyed cracking skulls when somebody tried to cheat him out of money.
Anabell sloshed her beer around with out spilling a drop. She leaned forward, praying that nobody else could hear her but Scotty and said “Do you think it is serious?”
Scotty laughed as Anabell cursed herself. “Out of all the things he could say of even do, he laughs! Doesn’t he realize that I am being serious?” Anabell thought.
Anabell put her beer down, not wanting to throw it at her boss’s head if he does anything else that makes her angry.
Scotty turned around, and used his hand to pull up Anabell’s chin so he could see her blue-ice eyes. He put his down, knowing that she wouldn’t look back down for a minute of so. His Irish accent giving “Are you serious, or are you just being stupid?” a teasing quality.
Anabell gave him a half-smile, then looked at a picture right across from her. It was with her, Nathaniel and Scotty a few months back. “Well” Anabell still stared at the picture “it has been three years and not once has he said “I love you”. “
“Does he need to say it? I mean, he is head over heels for you girlie. Words don’t mean smack to him, you know that.”
“Well, still. I love him and I want to tell him that knowing that he’ll say-
Scotty cut her off. “He already knows.”
Anabell glared at him, not knowing what to say. Her best friend had sold her out. She knew it.
“Scotty, you jerk, how could you! I trusted you! You told him!”
“Anabell!”
“Don’t Anabell me! I can’t believe you!”
“ Anabell MARIE!”
Anabell stopped in her tracks. She couldn’t believe it. He just called her by her middle name! As if she was her mum!
“Now you listen her, girlie, I won’t take offense on what you just said for the simple fact, you are nuts. You and I both know that. We also both know –or at least I do- that I would never Nathaniel anything you have told me.”
Scotty grabs Anabell’s hand and hold in his, hoping that she would stay calm until he was completely done with what he had to say.
“Now, girlie, he knows that you love him because of your actions. You “tell” him that you love him by watching him when he walks across the room. When you wake up next to him every morning. When you pull extra shifts so he doesn’t worry about money, just you. When you call him at work, just to check up on him. When you cook, and usually, burn his breakfast. When don’t take offense to him ordering out four times a week. When you wear his clothes, just because. When you laugh at his stupid jokes or bear with his blond moments. When you bear with his stupidity. When you ask him to hold you tighter at night so he knows that he is safe. Words don’t mean shit to him, like I said. Like he has said. Your actions do.”
“How do.. “
“I know all that? Because I watch you too, how you act towards each other. And what you two bozo’s tell me.”
Anabell felt a tears fall from her eyes. She looked down- just as Scotty predicted- and Scotty let do of Anabell’s hand. She used her hair to cover her face as she wiped the tears from her face. She knew that Scotty knew what she was doing, but all the same to her, she like to keep her tears to herself, especially when Nathaniel was concerned.
“Truly those were his words?”
“His words, my mouth, duckie. He loves you; he just doesn’t want to hurt you.”
“Hurt me? How can he hurt me?”
“Because if first said it when he really meaned it, how would’ve you reacted?”
“Well, I don’t know. Probably scared, I guess.”
“Exactly. He didn’t want to hurt that pretty lil’ heart of yours nor scare you away. He loves you that much.”
Scotty took her hand again as Anabell let out a breath that she didn’t realize that she was holding. Anabell truly looked into Scotty’s eyes, knowing that he could never lie with them. They showed no doubt, what so ever.
Scotty’s face suddenly broke into a grin as he said “How about hookin’ a fellow like myself with some of those pickles that you brought in?”
“How did you know?”
“Because this is me we are talking about and those are my favorite pickles, that’s why!”
Scotty sat down on the bar stool closet to the back door. His strawberry blonde hair was currently cut in the shaggy-bowl that he favored. His green eyes twinkled because of the new lights the just installed at the bar. Sporting long black jeans with a white deigo-tee and construction boots; he almost looked out of place at Shenanigans, but then again, he owned the place. Not a lot of people knew it though; just a handful of the employees and a couple regulars, and Scotty liked to keep it that way. The only scar that was visible was on his left arm running from his elbow to his wrist. Nobody knew how Scotty got it, but Nathaniel had some leads and they weren’t too pretty.
Anabell didn’t feel that it was alright to snoop in her boss’s life, but with Nathaniel as head of security, she really didn’t have a say in it.
“I like to know who is in the bar, what their past is, everything. This way, I know what to expect of them when shit hits the fan, you know?”
Nathaniel said that not even two nights ago, and she still wasn’t convinced.
Anabell scanned over the bar double checking that everything was okay. The half empty chairs and nearly deserted dance floor was no surprise to her. She counted about... oh twenty two people not counting herself or Scotty. Most of the customers were regulars and she had no problem with them. The only people who weren’t familiar were the couple sitting in the back having and very heated discussion. She couldn’t make out what they were saying but the woman shook her head fervently on a constant basis said it wasn’t good.
Anabell looked back at Scotty and then looked down to her beer. She wanted to ask him something, something that has been bothering her for awhile, but didn’t know how to start or even just begin. Yes, she invited Scotty, to his own bar, to ask him this, but words just weren’t forming. She did know that he was the right person to turn to for this, well, because Scotty did introduced Nathaniel to her. And matchmaking wasn’t something her did lightly either. He must have seen something, but Anabell knew Scotty would share that. Scotty like leaving everything up to the fates and free will.
Scotty turned around to face the tables, leaning his elbows on the bar. He knew, rather he saw, that something was up, but like all visions, he couldn’t place his finger on it. His sight was reliable, telling him when people lied, cheated or even when something like, well love and life were blooming, but he couldn’t place his fingers as of why. He hated that about his sight, but still enjoyed cracking skulls when somebody tried to cheat him out of money.
Anabell sloshed her beer around with out spilling a drop. She leaned forward, praying that nobody else could hear her but Scotty and said “Do you think it is serious?”
Scotty laughed as Anabell cursed herself. “Out of all the things he could say of even do, he laughs! Doesn’t he realize that I am being serious?” Anabell thought.
Anabell put her beer down, not wanting to throw it at her boss’s head if he does anything else that makes her angry.
Scotty turned around, and used his hand to pull up Anabell’s chin so he could see her blue-ice eyes. He put his down, knowing that she wouldn’t look back down for a minute of so. His Irish accent giving “Are you serious, or are you just being stupid?” a teasing quality.
Anabell gave him a half-smile, then looked at a picture right across from her. It was with her, Nathaniel and Scotty a few months back. “Well” Anabell still stared at the picture “it has been three years and not once has he said “I love you”. “
“Does he need to say it? I mean, he is head over heels for you girlie. Words don’t mean smack to him, you know that.”
“Well, still. I love him and I want to tell him that knowing that he’ll say-
Scotty cut her off. “He already knows.”
Anabell glared at him, not knowing what to say. Her best friend had sold her out. She knew it.
“Scotty, you jerk, how could you! I trusted you! You told him!”
“Anabell!”
“Don’t Anabell me! I can’t believe you!”
“ Anabell MARIE!”
Anabell stopped in her tracks. She couldn’t believe it. He just called her by her middle name! As if she was her mum!
“Now you listen her, girlie, I won’t take offense on what you just said for the simple fact, you are nuts. You and I both know that. We also both know –or at least I do- that I would never Nathaniel anything you have told me.”
Scotty grabs Anabell’s hand and hold in his, hoping that she would stay calm until he was completely done with what he had to say.
“Now, girlie, he knows that you love him because of your actions. You “tell” him that you love him by watching him when he walks across the room. When you wake up next to him every morning. When you pull extra shifts so he doesn’t worry about money, just you. When you call him at work, just to check up on him. When you cook, and usually, burn his breakfast. When don’t take offense to him ordering out four times a week. When you wear his clothes, just because. When you laugh at his stupid jokes or bear with his blond moments. When you bear with his stupidity. When you ask him to hold you tighter at night so he knows that he is safe. Words don’t mean shit to him, like I said. Like he has said. Your actions do.”
“How do.. “
“I know all that? Because I watch you too, how you act towards each other. And what you two bozo’s tell me.”
Anabell felt a tears fall from her eyes. She looked down- just as Scotty predicted- and Scotty let do of Anabell’s hand. She used her hair to cover her face as she wiped the tears from her face. She knew that Scotty knew what she was doing, but all the same to her, she like to keep her tears to herself, especially when Nathaniel was concerned.
“Truly those were his words?”
“His words, my mouth, duckie. He loves you; he just doesn’t want to hurt you.”
“Hurt me? How can he hurt me?”
“Because if first said it when he really meaned it, how would’ve you reacted?”
“Well, I don’t know. Probably scared, I guess.”
“Exactly. He didn’t want to hurt that pretty lil’ heart of yours nor scare you away. He loves you that much.”
Scotty took her hand again as Anabell let out a breath that she didn’t realize that she was holding. Anabell truly looked into Scotty’s eyes, knowing that he could never lie with them. They showed no doubt, what so ever.
Scotty’s face suddenly broke into a grin as he said “How about hookin’ a fellow like myself with some of those pickles that you brought in?”
“How did you know?”
“Because this is me we are talking about and those are my favorite pickles, that’s why!”