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 Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 6:36 pm
Al finished the counters with a thorough polish until he could see himself. He knew Rep would be in soon, it was about his usual time after all. They had been mostly shooting the breeze about nonsense of late but Al had something in particular on his mind this time. It had been slow today and he was sure the conversation would be private enough as a result.
He hoped, anyway. It was bothering him for a while now but he didn't want half the ******** island to hear about it.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 7:30 pm
Rep showed up as usual, he was a creature of habit really, especially when he was confined to island, he checked up on the horde, fed massacre and then headed out to the bar and this was the case today. "Awright?" he asked, sauntering over to the jukebox and throwing on a song, something by Tool slowly started up.
"Always looks so ******** good in here." he said, and meant it. He'd never known how to clean in his life, the horde itself was testament to that fact. The bar though, belonged to other people too and that meant it had to be different. It had to be proper. He took pride in it.
"Maybe I'll paint the walls sometime. Some of the woodwork might be nice with gold accenting or red paint you think?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 4:19 am
Al smiled in greeting as Rep walked in. It was almost as if the bar had been lightly snoozing until its master arrived and roused it from its slumber to the beat of a song he wasn't very familiar with yet.
He smiled to himself with an edge of pride, always grateful when any of his efforts were noticed. "Aye, I'm rather partial to red." He felt he was a bit too prejudiced to be allowed his two cents on that matter.
He distractedly rolled his scarf a little tighter about his neck, a nervous tick.
"Ey man, you busy?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 7:08 am
Rep set down the crate of bottles he'd been carrying on the bar itself and started filing them behind it. "I'm partial to purple but I can't go ******** painting the place purple or people'd be even more ******** convinced it's a ******** gay bar. Just because its owned by two guys who just happen to be ******** doesn't ******** mean its a gay bar." He shook his head irritably.
"And naw. I'm no daein anything." he said, putting the last bottle away. "Was just bringing some stock in for tonight. Something up?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 10:36 am
"I think this place would need a lot more than purple paint to become a gay bar," Al joked back as he removed the empty box from the bar and began breaking it down until it was flat.
"Well, sort of old news really. You know the whole thing with Noah right?" He tucked the cardboard under his arm. "I guess I'm sort of looking for advice on that. I've been really stuck on this for months now."
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 3:57 pm
"I don't ******** know man." Rep said. "Its really ******** easy to accidentally get a bar a reputation as some ******** gay bar. I walked into one by accident one time and it looked like a normal bar." he shook his head.
Sitting down on a barstool he propped his chin on his hand. "The thing where you liked him and then that dumb broad muscled in on s**t?" He shrugged. "The guy wasn't worth your time man. He really ******** wasn't. If he chose Pey. I mean holy s**t, there is no one more ******** up their own arse and patronizing on the whole island."
He shook his head. "If he wants that s**t, to be in some ******** femdom s**t with her ruling his pasty a** then thats his problem, its not yours. You need to move on. Stop ******** wasting time he doesn't ******** deserve."
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 5:04 pm
Al laughed, sharp but without true humor backing it. It sounded so easy and simple when Rep said it. He slid the cardboard back in front of himself and folded it in half before attempting to tuck it with one or two others behind the litter bin for pickup later. "Thing is though man, I think a gay bar requires the majority of people going there to decide it is one and then use it as a pickup spot. Being purple wont make your bar gay, neither would ******** rainbows. I don't think even if you played YMCA ********... though that I wouldn't advise. I think I'd go insane listening to that."
He rested his elbows on the bar opposite Rep's stool and ran his fingers through his own hair, it was getting so much longer these days than he remembered. "But - but yeah, that thing man," he came back to the topic reluctantly.
"You have a pretty good point about that. I want to be wanted for me. I mean, I know I ******** up but not enough for this man. He ******** up too but it seems like I'm the only one stuck in limbo. I'm the only one ******** being punished for any of it man." He winced as he realized he raised his voice up a bit too much and scanned the faces of the patrons presently there. None recognizable and all seemed deep in their own drunken mires to even notice.
He went over to wash and dry his hands and fetched Rep's mug, "what are you after tonight?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2014 10:44 am
"There's a lot of ******** faggots around the island these days." he said, looking into the distance as if he could see a horde of them gathering on the horizon. "But I I guess you are right. I've never ******** been in a gay bar, I just imagined sometimes they just happened to self respecting bars when too many queers decided to use them for their ******** nefarious ends. This is a straight bar."
He nodded. "Then stop being punished." he said. "Stop punishing yourself and go have ******** gun. No one needs to be hanging on after someone who doesn't ******** want them. Go have fun and one day down the line when you are happy again he'll look at you and he'll realize the bed he made for himself."
Eyeing the mug he added. "Hot chocolate. The cadbury s**t, with cream on top."
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2014 7:09 pm
"You could always start culling the herd if it starts to border on it," Al said teasingly but part of him worried - fleetingly - if Rep would take the sentiment literally. He didn't really care all that much as long as he didn't fall under those crosshairs.
He half smiled as he set to work heating up milk and preparing the drink as instructed. At least these days hot chocolate could be considered his specialty, rarely ever being trusted to know what to do with the hard stuff. Which was wise considering how easy it was for him to mistakenly forget he didn't know how to flair bartend. Again.
"You're right you know. It just feels - I don't know. I promised I would stay and wait until he gave his answer." He stirred a crumbly brown substance into the milk followed by a powdery one. "But he's refused to give one." He tapped the spoon against the edge of the mug before taking it to dabble a white foamy substance on top. "So does that mean I'd be breaking my promise - or did he by refusal?"
He slid the mug to Rep.
"Or maybe I'm just over-thinking again?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2014 7:38 pm
"I've been ******** tempted more than once. It's more than my ******** life is worth at this point though. I can't be arsed being killed because I did the world a favor and got rid of some slutty little poofter." He shook his head and Tracey reached out to soothe him, they would get what was coming to them eventually he was sure.
Rep glanced down the bar at Al. "Keeping you hanging for ******** ages seems like answer enough to me. The same s**t happened to me with Jordan. I was like. Well we have our ******** problems, but maybe there's still hope? Maybe? All he needed to do was ******** I don't know. Act like he'd ever ******** cared. Show up each day to talk it over, anything. He did ******** none of that. I've had maybe ******** two conversations with the guy since it all went down. That, ultimately was his answer."
He shook his head. "Sounds to me like this guy's given you his answer just by trying to string you along."
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2014 3:59 am
"Aye, too obvious anyway. Sometimes subtlety is the best route." He leaned his head against his hand while he watched Rep hopefully enjoying his fresh drink. He twisted anxiously at his earlobe with his fingertips without actually registering the action.
"Just feels a bit like giving up because I really cared about him... but I also can't stand to look at him anymore. It's the most frustration I've experienced in my entire life and to make s**t even worse - it's not even with someone who deserves him." He flinched and held perfectly still for just a moment, pinching his lobe between thumb and forefinger before finally releasing his ear altogether and stretching his arms out across the bar and burying his face against them.
His voice was muffled as he sighed exaggeratedly, "he'd be so pissed if he heard me right now but I don't care. It's how I feel." He rolled his head to the side to look at Rep again. Defeated. "You know anyone looking for a ******** date, man?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2014 8:04 am
"It's no giving up man. It sounds to me like you fought way beyond what he deserved. You tried, you made the effort to patch s**t up, you got hung up on him long after the point where other people would have said ******** it. You've done your time, and if he wants to choose the broad then let him." He shrugged. "Let it go man, I know it's probably ******** hard to do, but you need to because this isn't a war you can fight, the more you push the more you'll just make the job easy for Peyton."
He patted Al's shoulder. "You are allowed to ******** feel s**t. ******** anyone who says otherwise. As far as dates, not a ******** clue, but half of this ******** island is whores so you might find it hard getting anyone who isn't batshit crazy."
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2014 10:51 am
Al offered Rep a weak little smile for his efforts. The man knew exactly how to take a messy swarm of chaotic thoughts and compress it down into something that made sense. Something he could actually work with. It was simple now and in his moment of clarity he had decided with absolute certainty.
"I don't think I could handle a bat s**t whore," his tone more amused now. Any sadness would be for future him. Now him was on cloud nine and seeing all the possibilities ahead. "Maybe I'll have to make better use of my leave in the future."
He sat up straight again and re-wiped the bar down where he had left smudges on the finish. "I think I need to do something real quick. Like, while I've got some ******** sense. Need me to do anything before I go?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2014 3:41 pm
"Be careful you don't hurt anybody on leave and you are golden." Rep said. "Besides, off-island you don't need to ******** break up with people and then deal with them for the rest of forever. You can just hit and run or visit as needed."
He shook his head. "Nah man, it's quiet, go do whatever you need to do."
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2014 3:58 pm
"Sounds like the best plan. No real risk with any of them being like my ******** sister or something either." He gave a sharp 'hah' though he didn't seriously consider about how real such a risk would be with this particular organization.
"Ta." He tossed his rag in a laundry bin on his way around the bar, "Will fill you in when I get back."
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