Oh he is one hundred percent straight. The only ass he's going to be fucking here is mine. That is, if he's lucky. Might see him again tonight actually. After his shift.
Oh and speaking of
[ She raises both eyebrows towards a door behind the bar, where a guy has just emerged, in jeans and a tshirt and with a grin to the first person at the bar, asking what they want in a rich Irish accent. ]
[Nathan has always made fun of those sort of cheesy movies where one character sees another and things slow down and the room quiets. He rolls his eyes about how that's not how life works.
He won't be able to make fun of that stuff anymore, because God help him, that's what happens when he catches sight of Lucy's guy behind the bar.
His brain catches up a split second later, though, shaking off that weird moment as he remembers that face, that cocky smile, that stupid accent.]
You fucked the guy who gave me shit in the queue? Oh, well good job Luce. There's a bully from primary school I can let you ring up later if you'd like.
Wait that was him?! That bloke you were on about?! The one you had the little tiff with when you were getting your pass? The reason you look like a moody model in your badge?
[ She'd carry on, but it's just about then that said guy is walking over, a grin on his face as he regards Lucy. ]
Well look who we have here. Hello beautiful. Couldn't keep away from me? Not that I can blame you. He has a small pad in his hand, here to do his job after all. Can I get you anything? [ He asks, and looks over towards Nathan, the recognition sliding in after a moment. ]
Wait I know you. Did you get that stick from out your arse yet?
Hey, no man, no, come on. I'm kidding with you. No hard feelings, okay? Let me get you a drink on me. I promise I'm not a prick. Ask the lovely Lucy over here.
[ He looks towards her and shoots her a quick wink before looking back to Nathan. ]
[He throws out the name of some beer. It's not pretentious. He hasn't learned how to be pretentious yet. But I don't know shit about beer. A+ tagging.]
Getting me a beer doesn't mean you aren't a prick, though. Just for the record.
[ Matt just smirks at that, attention turning back to Lucy. ] You want anything else, babe? Food? I'd get you some chips but you could just eat that one on your mate's shoulder.
[ Oh this is going well. He taps his hand against the table. ] Drinks coming right up.
[ Lucy looks back over to Nathan and taps at his arm. ]
Wouldn't you? Look at it, Nathan, I mean... [ she gestures over to the bar where Matt is gathering the drinks and leaning over cooler, acting like he's a piece of meat. ]
Oh smile, you got a free drink out of it and something nice to look at.
[Nate has to try so hard not to roll his eyes at Lucy's comment. He reminds himself that this is his friend. It's okay if she has terrible taste in men.
Oh art. Okay is that what all this is about? This whole moody look? Is that your aesthetic or some shit like that?
[ Matt looks up and down him, as if trying to get the measure of him. And really, it's not anything he wears that makes him question it, just his apparent attitude. ]
[ The thin veil of amusement seems to fade away a little now, and his back straightens slightly. ]
Guys like me? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You don't know anything about me. Go on, what am I like? Seeing as you apparently know me so much.
[ That next comment earns a scoff. ] Oh I am not your fucking sweetheart. [ There are words in his head, things to call him, but he's not about to use any of those slurs. ]
How about you drink your drink and stop trying to be one of the big boys.
[ Lucy no longer finds this amusing. She shifts a bit and grabs at her bag. ] Yeah we should probably. I'll call you okay? [ She looks to Matt, but she's still grabbing her stuff and making to move, her and Nate leaving as quick af tbh ]
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[ It's some unspecified amount of time later (idk), on a Saturday morning and Matt is in the communal kitchen. He's short on cash, nobody at home helps and his wages seem to go nowhere. But he managed enough for a loaf of bread, so he's standing in jogger bottoms and a battered old top, making himself a bit of toast and 'borrowing' the butter and jam of whoever it is that left some in the fridge.
[Somehow, they didn't realize this before. Nate goes to bed fairly early and Matt is a night owl because of his job. They've never crossed paths in the halls until this very moment.
Which is bad enough, but also Nate recognizes that jam label.]
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[He's teasing. And maybe a little jealous. Sounds like a fun night.]
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Oh and speaking of
[ She raises both eyebrows towards a door behind the bar, where a guy has just emerged, in jeans and a tshirt and with a grin to the first person at the bar, asking what they want in a rich Irish accent. ]
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He won't be able to make fun of that stuff anymore, because God help him, that's what happens when he catches sight of Lucy's guy behind the bar.
His brain catches up a split second later, though, shaking off that weird moment as he remembers that face, that cocky smile, that stupid accent.]
You fucked the guy who gave me shit in the queue? Oh, well good job Luce. There's a bully from primary school I can let you ring up later if you'd like.
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[ She'd carry on, but it's just about then that said guy is walking over, a grin on his face as he regards Lucy. ]
Well look who we have here. Hello beautiful. Couldn't keep away from me? Not that I can blame you. He has a small pad in his hand, here to do his job after all. Can I get you anything? [ He asks, and looks over towards Nathan, the recognition sliding in after a moment. ]
Wait I know you. Did you get that stick from out your arse yet?
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You know, maybe I should just go.
[Except he can't just leave Lucy here. Fuck. This is the worst.]
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[ He looks towards her and shoots her a quick wink before looking back to Nathan. ]
Come on, mate what can I get you?
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Getting me a beer doesn't mean you aren't a prick, though. Just for the record.
[He's just saying]
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[ Oh this is going well. He taps his hand against the table. ] Drinks coming right up.
[ Lucy looks back over to Nathan and taps at his arm. ]
Oh come on, he's hot!
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So you planning on making that a repeat thing?
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Oh smile, you got a free drink out of it and something nice to look at.
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[ She shoots a grin at him, as lo' Matt returns with drinks in tow, the beer for Nate and a fancy smanchy looking cocktail for Lucy. ]
Here you go Luce, my own recipe. You're gonna love it.
[ And that would be Matt pulling up a stool and inviting himself to the table, sorry Nathan. ]
So you two share classes then?
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Speaking of, now he's joining them? Ugh.]
Just one. Art history.
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[ Matt looks up and down him, as if trying to get the measure of him. And really, it's not anything he wears that makes him question it, just his apparent attitude. ]
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[ She's keeping well out of it. ]
Go on, smile, what's the worst that could happen? You got a thing against the Irish?
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[so much sarcasm]
Done my best to stay away from guys like you. You're trouble.
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Guys like me? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You don't know anything about me. Go on, what am I like? Seeing as you apparently know me so much.
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Cocky little shit who thinks he can charm his way through anything, mostly.
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Yeah well better charm that than a stuck up wanker that thinks he's better than everyone else.
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I can be plenty charming when I want to. But you're not my type, sweetheart.
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[ That next comment earns a scoff. ] Oh I am not your fucking sweetheart. [ There are words in his head, things to call him, but he's not about to use any of those slurs. ]
How about you drink your drink and stop trying to be one of the big boys.
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[ It's some unspecified amount of time later (idk), on a Saturday morning and Matt is in the communal kitchen. He's short on cash, nobody at home helps and his wages seem to go nowhere. But he managed enough for a loaf of bread, so he's standing in jogger bottoms and a battered old top, making himself a bit of toast and 'borrowing' the butter and jam of whoever it is that left some in the fridge.
Big mistake ]
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Which is bad enough, but also Nate recognizes that jam label.]
The fuck do you think you're doing?
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