All the cats are so cuteee :D
All cats are beautiful ; - ;
hello picked up any cats recently? my friends cat is going cargo to usa. poor wee thing in the dark for 6 hours, with lots of other yapping animals.
Tha’s terrible!!! Poor thing! I’d never do tha’ ta me cats!
“uuuuh..I’ma…nanny.”
Corbin said and looked at Tanner with a smile. That was sort of true, Nanny’s took care of children, he took care of children too, and two big children. And Irish prick and an ass-wipe alien.
“Yeah, I work fer a fancy family, go’a lo’a kids ta watch. I go’ lucky with the job, ii go’ a good poker face, so they donna mind I’m pissed most of the time. I’m competent.” He said and shrugged ” Water’s fer tha family, they donna drink nothin’ bu’ bot’eld.” He glanced over at his little tag along friend again and smiled a bit, shaking his head. ” sho’ in tha dark about yer profession, good one. I go’ good instinct.” he explained and ran a hand through his hair.
“ya go’ no family huh?” he said, with the level of social grace that tanner had it was sort of safe to assume he didn’t grow up with many other kids. It made ‘single child’ a pretty logical assumption, that or he just never really developed trust as a kid, which would still point to ‘single child’ because even if you didn’t trust your brothers, you still learned to talk to others.
Tanner was lounging at the bar of some random pub he had wandered into, hoping for some small relief from Connall’s almost-constant smothering. Usually he didn’t mind so much, he knew Con had his reasons. And honestly, he quite liked having the attention. He looked down into his drink awkwardly. Just sometimes… he wanted a chance to get a different type of attention. He blushed slightly, thinking about it. He’d never really had any luck with girls. Especially when Con was around. They paid more attention to him.
He was interrupted from his thoughts when he felt someone scoot in on the chair next to him. He glanced over to see who it was and straightened up immediately. A very pretty girl. Oh. She saw him looking and smiled a small smile at him before ordering her drink. He fumbled for something to say. Anything.
“Did you know over 600,000 people rely on pubs for their employment?” He blurted. He blushed again. What did he just say? How do you talk to girls again?
She looked at him with raised eyebrows, looking altogether unimpressed. “Is that so?” She didn’t sound interested. He nodded awkwardly and looked back at his drink, trying to think of something else to say.
A few seats to Tanner’s left there was a man , who was either dead or seemingly in a -very- deep sleep, at the bar. He head rested on his folded arms while his drinking habit was displayed by the ten glasses that he had lined up in front of him. Suddenly he picked up his head when he heard Tanner’s snapple cap of a pick up line and smirked, shaking his head a bit. He was a regular here in this pub, in this -chair-, hell it was practically molded to his arse and the bartender considered him part of the bar, occasionally passing the cleaning rag over his head as he slept there.
Jesus, he’d heard some bad pick up lines in his days, but that one had to be the worst. Even his boss had better pick up lines than that, and he hadn’t been after a date in ages… absolute ages. He watched as the snapple man looked at his cup, sinking away and practically shrinking in his seat.
“oh boy,” he breathed, shaking his head a bit and getting up from his usual chair to sit besides Tanner, his groggy, drunken, appearance disappearing and replaced with a brilliant, charming smile.
“oi!” He greeted and pat tanner’s shoulder a bit too hard, the impact practically echoing in the small man’s chest. “mate! is been absolute ages since I last talked ta ya! listen, Christine’s been askin’ bout ya -non- stop, goin’ on bout ‘ow ya took ‘er on tha trip ta Caribbean. Phwoar, ya sly devil.” He laughed and winked at Tanner, running his hand through his hair. ” mate, she’s fallin’ fer ya. Lucky girl ta ‘ave ya lookin’ a’ ‘er too, wot with all tha money ya jus’ started makin’. Oh, and , mate, i need ta thank ya fer loanin’ me tha’ rent money.” he added, gesturing to the bartender for another drink.Having spent a few seconds trying to come up with something to say, Tanner was just about to make some lame, scientific comment about the weather when he was startled into silence by a sudden, hard smack to his shoulder and what he thought was an Irish accent greeting him like a friend. He glanced up quickly with a somewhat guilty expression, thinking that Con had found him. But the guilt immediately melted away into confusion when he saw the “Irish” accent had not, in fact, come from his friend, but from a complete stranger.
He simply stared, puzzled, as the cool-looking man rambled on (in what he now identified correctly as a SCOTTISH accent - he sometimes got the two accents confused) about some girl named Christine and a trip to the Caribbean, and then something about helping him with his rent. Tanner had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. He’d never met this man before in his life. Or at least, he didn’t think he had. He would’ve remembered this happy, charming guy, right? “Uh, uh.. I..” He stuttered a bit, trying to think of some way to respond.
It wasn’t until he glanced back at the pretty woman he’d been failing to flirt with that he caught on. She had obviously overheard his “friend” talking and was looking at him with interest. Ohhh! His eyes lit up and he had to stifle the big, goofy grin that was fighting for an appearance on his face as he turned back to face the man. This guy was trying to help him! He tried to act along casually, only failing slightly when he kept casting what he thought were inconspicuous glances at the woman sitting beside him.
“Oh, yeah! Ah, Christine, it’s been a few days since I saw her. How’s she doing, anyway?” He smiled a bit, in spite of himself. This was ridiculous, and he loved it. “Oh, and don’t worry at all about the money. Anything for a friend in need!” He winked.
“Ye, she’s okay.” Connor breathed, taking his drink from the bartender with a nod of gratitude. ” ‘eart broken, really. Says leavin’ ya was tha worst decision she’d ever made. ‘er new blokes go’ nothin’ on ya, mate. Listen, i’m no’ one fer judgin’, chris’ know I ain’t one fer judgin’, bu’ with she was way be’er off with ya. Money wise specially.” He breathed, taking another drink and looking across to the mirror on the far side of the bar. He could see the woman glancing at Tanner. So predictable birds like her were. Ya mention money and suddenly you’re as desirable as a super star. Oh well, he wasn’t against one nighters, and this kid looked like he could use one. Relationships were nice and all, but in his line of work, you coudn’t exactly keep them, not like his boss gave him much time to really even think of a relationship. If it wasn’t one thing, it was he other, kill that, bomb that, fetch me a case of water, no not that one, i don’t like that one, the other one, the one with the mountain on it….was it a mountain?…or was it a penguin? He could have sworn jim said mountain…or was it…fountain? a picture of a fountain would make sense on a bottle of water, more than a penguin, you don’t drink from penguins…
fuck…that reminded him he had to go fetch a case of water…
Corbin was brought out of his thoughts when he heard the sharp screech of the bar stool sliding back against the old wooden floor of the pub. Corbin glanced over, seeing their ‘target’ getting up from her seat to leave, but she slid a napkin over to Tanner and gave him a wink along with a coy little smile. Corbin smirked and hid his satisfaction in his glass, taking it away when she was finally gone.
” well, me job ‘ere’s done.” Corbin said simply, downing the rest of his drink and slamming it down on the bar victoriously and nodding to the bar tender. He never paid up front, he paid at the end of the month when he got his wages. ” Gotta go see a man about penguin water.” he said and put on his coat, shrugging his shoulders and popping the collar.Tanner smiled, watching Corbin’s expressions as he seemed to fall into his thoughts. He liked this guy. Not only was he extremely nice enough to help him out with this, but he was cool too. He dressed cool, he acted his part as Tanner’s “old friend” so easily, and he had that nice charm about him. He admired this guy, and he had only just met him.
He jumped slightly when he heard the woman’s chair scrape across the floor. He turned to glance at her, worried that this whole charade had failed. He wasn’t expecting her to pass him her number on a napkin. At all. So that actually did happen outside of movies and TV shows. He watched her leave with a stunned, smiley expression.
He turned back to Corbin when he heard him leaving, looking at him with wide eyes. “Wait!” He quickly threw some money on the counter and told the bar tender to keep the change. Then he grabbed his big, dorky jumper and turned to follow Corbin like some sort of excited little puppy. “Thanks for that! That was really great of you! How’d you do that, anyway? That went from a train-wreck to a walk in the park! Can you teach me how to do that? I’m Tanner, by the way. What’s your name? You seem really cool. What’s penguin water?” He smiled happily up at him, not even comprehending that his behavior would be annoying to any normal person who had some place to be, and waited for an answer.
As Corbin was exiting he noticed he’d acquired a new shadow and turned around to look at Tanner, walking backwards instead of stopping to hear him out. He flashed that brilliant smile again at the compliment of being ‘cool’ and nodded. He hadn’t been called ‘cool’ since his secondary school days…mostly now it was like ‘idiot’ from his boss.
“Me name’s Corbin, an I’m no’ an expert er nothin’ people jus’ tend ta be predictable. Birds like tha’ love money. Flash around some expensive words an’ they’ll be on ya like bees on ‘oney.” he said and turned around to walk properly, slipping his hands into his coat pocket. He didn’t mine Tanner’s excitable energy, he was used to ‘excitable people’. Mood swings, personality disorders, manic depressives, name it, he’d probably dealt with it.
“Ye, penguin water, is there a branda wa’er with a penguin on i’ er is i’ a fountain? I keep gettin’ them confused…” He breathed with a shrug of his shoulders and looked up at the sky, more or less calculating what time it was. He’d nodded off at the bar…Tanner’s failure of picking up chicks had woke him up just in time though. ” what’s yer name again? Tanner? tha’s an odd name, s’pose I’ve ‘eard stranger though.” he mused, sort of lost in his old world until he stopped short and looked at Tanner, realising that the other was intending on following him around.
“yer…gonna follow me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. It was flattering, but at the same time a bit confusing, he didn’t exactly have many pearls of wisdom to share…except that you should probably pay your rent before you go out drinking and that an mad Irish boss would probably provide the strangest employment you’d ever have.Tanner trotted along behind Corbin as he talked, making mental notes. Girls liked money. Of course! That made sense. Money - good. Random facts about pubs - not so good. What had he even been thinking when he’d said that? He shook his head, embarrassed, and tried not to think about it.
He focused back on what Corbin was saying. “A penguin brand..? I don’t think there is such a thing… A fountain would make more sense.” He blinked at Corbin’s comment on his name. “Odd? Is it?” He looked down, thinking about it. He supposed it was. He’d never met anyone else with the same name. He laughed quietly. It had never occurred to him that his name might be odd. But he liked it. Con and his friend Donny were always saying what an oddball he was. That was one of the things they liked about him.
As wrapped up in his thoughts as he was, he didn’t notice Corbin stop and almost ran into him. He came to a halt just in time, and quickly took a few steps back. He’d always had a little problem with personal space - didn’t like to be too close to people he didn’t completely trust. He looked at Corbin, eyes widening in realization at his question, and he started shuffling, self-conscious. He then began to ramble and over-share, as he usually did when he was nervous. “Oh. Uh. That’s not normal, is it? I’m sorry. I don’t get out much, ya see, so I’m not very good at knowing what the social norm is. But I really like meeting new people and making friends - and you’re really cool and nice, so I wanted to talk to you more, but then you started to leave, so I just followed you. Wow, that does sound weird when I say it out loud.” He laughed nervously. “Sorry.”
“S’fine.” Corbin said and chuckled, amused by Tanner’s childish and innocent personality. He sort of reminded him of Gideon in a way.
Shit! he was getting distracted again, he needed to go get that water, Jim would pitch a dive fit if he didn’t get what he wanted in a timely fashion.
“uh, walk ‘n’ talk mate, need ta ge’ tha’ water. so, wossit you do? you…don’t seem ta be tha type a bloke tha’ works much with labour instensive work. uuuuuh wot, ya work with computers? seem like a computer kinda guy…” He breathed, glancing at Tanner again. Skinny, geeky, awkward…yeah, seemed like a sort of IT guy.
Corbin felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he sighed, knowing what it probably said and just picked up his pace as he walked.
Tanner was lounging at the bar of some random pub he had wandered into, hoping for some small relief from Connall’s almost-constant smothering. Usually he didn’t mind so much, he knew Con had his reasons. And honestly, he quite liked having the attention. He looked down into his drink awkwardly. Just sometimes… he wanted a chance to get a different type of attention. He blushed slightly, thinking about it. He’d never really had any luck with girls. Especially when Con was around. They paid more attention to him.
He was interrupted from his thoughts when he felt someone scoot in on the chair next to him. He glanced over to see who it was and straightened up immediately. A very pretty girl. Oh. She saw him looking and smiled a small smile at him before ordering her drink. He fumbled for something to say. Anything.
“Did you know over 600,000 people rely on pubs for their employment?” He blurted. He blushed again. What did he just say? How do you talk to girls again?
She looked at him with raised eyebrows, looking altogether unimpressed. “Is that so?” She didn’t sound interested. He nodded awkwardly and looked back at his drink, trying to think of something else to say.
A few seats to Tanner’s left there was a man , who was either dead or seemingly in a -very- deep sleep, at the bar. He head rested on his folded arms while his drinking habit was displayed by the ten glasses that he had lined up in front of him. Suddenly he picked up his head when he heard Tanner’s snapple cap of a pick up line and smirked, shaking his head a bit. He was a regular here in this pub, in this -chair-, hell it was practically molded to his arse and the bartender considered him part of the bar, occasionally passing the cleaning rag over his head as he slept there.
Jesus, he’d heard some bad pick up lines in his days, but that one had to be the worst. Even his boss had better pick up lines than that, and he hadn’t been after a date in ages… absolute ages. He watched as the snapple man looked at his cup, sinking away and practically shrinking in his seat.
“oh boy,” he breathed, shaking his head a bit and getting up from his usual chair to sit besides Tanner, his groggy, drunken, appearance disappearing and replaced with a brilliant, charming smile.
“oi!” He greeted and pat tanner’s shoulder a bit too hard, the impact practically echoing in the small man’s chest. “mate! is been absolute ages since I last talked ta ya! listen, Christine’s been askin’ bout ya -non- stop, goin’ on bout ‘ow ya took ‘er on tha trip ta Caribbean. Phwoar, ya sly devil.” He laughed and winked at Tanner, running his hand through his hair. ” mate, she’s fallin’ fer ya. Lucky girl ta ‘ave ya lookin’ a’ ‘er too, wot with all tha money ya jus’ started makin’. Oh, and , mate, i need ta thank ya fer loanin’ me tha’ rent money.” he added, gesturing to the bartender for another drink.Having spent a few seconds trying to come up with something to say, Tanner was just about to make some lame, scientific comment about the weather when he was startled into silence by a sudden, hard smack to his shoulder and what he thought was an Irish accent greeting him like a friend. He glanced up quickly with a somewhat guilty expression, thinking that Con had found him. But the guilt immediately melted away into confusion when he saw the “Irish” accent had not, in fact, come from his friend, but from a complete stranger.
He simply stared, puzzled, as the cool-looking man rambled on (in what he now identified correctly as a SCOTTISH accent - he sometimes got the two accents confused) about some girl named Christine and a trip to the Caribbean, and then something about helping him with his rent. Tanner had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. He’d never met this man before in his life. Or at least, he didn’t think he had. He would’ve remembered this happy, charming guy, right? “Uh, uh.. I..” He stuttered a bit, trying to think of some way to respond.
It wasn’t until he glanced back at the pretty woman he’d been failing to flirt with that he caught on. She had obviously overheard his “friend” talking and was looking at him with interest. Ohhh! His eyes lit up and he had to stifle the big, goofy grin that was fighting for an appearance on his face as he turned back to face the man. This guy was trying to help him! He tried to act along casually, only failing slightly when he kept casting what he thought were inconspicuous glances at the woman sitting beside him.
“Oh, yeah! Ah, Christine, it’s been a few days since I saw her. How’s she doing, anyway?” He smiled a bit, in spite of himself. This was ridiculous, and he loved it. “Oh, and don’t worry at all about the money. Anything for a friend in need!” He winked.
“Ye, she’s okay.” Connor breathed, taking his drink from the bartender with a nod of gratitude. ” ‘eart broken, really. Says leavin’ ya was tha worst decision she’d ever made. ‘er new blokes go’ nothin’ on ya, mate. Listen, i’m no’ one fer judgin’, chris’ know I ain’t one fer judgin’, bu’ with she was way be’er off with ya. Money wise specially.” He breathed, taking another drink and looking across to the mirror on the far side of the bar. He could see the woman glancing at Tanner. So predictable birds like her were. Ya mention money and suddenly you’re as desirable as a super star. Oh well, he wasn’t against one nighters, and this kid looked like he could use one. Relationships were nice and all, but in his line of work, you coudn’t exactly keep them, not like his boss gave him much time to really even think of a relationship. If it wasn’t one thing, it was he other, kill that, bomb that, fetch me a case of water, no not that one, i don’t like that one, the other one, the one with the mountain on it….was it a mountain?…or was it a penguin? He could have sworn jim said mountain…or was it…fountain? a picture of a fountain would make sense on a bottle of water, more than a penguin, you don’t drink from penguins…
fuck…that reminded him he had to go fetch a case of water…
Corbin was brought out of his thoughts when he heard the sharp screech of the bar stool sliding back against the old wooden floor of the pub. Corbin glanced over, seeing their ‘target’ getting up from her seat to leave, but she slid a napkin over to Tanner and gave him a wink along with a coy little smile. Corbin smirked and hid his satisfaction in his glass, taking it away when she was finally gone.
” well, me job ‘ere’s done.” Corbin said simply, downing the rest of his drink and slamming it down on the bar victoriously and nodding to the bar tender. He never paid up front, he paid at the end of the month when he got his wages. ” Gotta go see a man about penguin water.” he said and put on his coat, shrugging his shoulders and popping the collar.Tanner smiled, watching Corbin’s expressions as he seemed to fall into his thoughts. He liked this guy. Not only was he extremely nice enough to help him out with this, but he was cool too. He dressed cool, he acted his part as Tanner’s “old friend” so easily, and he had that nice charm about him. He admired this guy, and he had only just met him.
He jumped slightly when he heard the woman’s chair scrape across the floor. He turned to glance at her, worried that this whole charade had failed. He wasn’t expecting her to pass him her number on a napkin. At all. So that actually did happen outside of movies and TV shows. He watched her leave with a stunned, smiley expression.
He turned back to Corbin when he heard him leaving, looking at him with wide eyes. “Wait!” He quickly threw some money on the counter and told the bar tender to keep the change. Then he grabbed his big, dorky jumper and turned to follow Corbin like some sort of excited little puppy. “Thanks for that! That was really great of you! How’d you do that, anyway? That went from a train-wreck to a walk in the park! Can you teach me how to do that? I’m Tanner, by the way. What’s your name? You seem really cool. What’s penguin water?” He smiled happily up at him, not even comprehending that his behavior would be annoying to any normal person who had some place to be, and waited for an answer.
As Corbin was exiting he noticed he’d acquired a new shadow and turned around to look at Tanner, walking backwards instead of stopping to hear him out. He flashed that brilliant smile again at the compliment of being ‘cool’ and nodded. He hadn’t been called ‘cool’ since his secondary school days…mostly now it was like ‘idiot’ from his boss.
“Me name’s Corbin, an I’m no’ an expert er nothin’ people jus’ tend ta be predictable. Birds like tha’ love money. Flash around some expensive words an’ they’ll be on ya like bees on ‘oney.” he said and turned around to walk properly, slipping his hands into his coat pocket. He didn’t mine Tanner’s excitable energy, he was used to ‘excitable people’. Mood swings, personality disorders, manic depressives, name it, he’d probably dealt with it.
“Ye, penguin water, is there a branda wa’er with a penguin on i’ er is i’ a fountain? I keep gettin’ them confused…” He breathed with a shrug of his shoulders and looked up at the sky, more or less calculating what time it was. He’d nodded off at the bar…Tanner’s failure of picking up chicks had woke him up just in time though. ” what’s yer name again? Tanner? tha’s an odd name, s’pose I’ve ‘eard stranger though.” he mused, sort of lost in his old world until he stopped short and looked at Tanner, realising that the other was intending on following him around.
“yer…gonna follow me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. It was flattering, but at the same time a bit confusing, he didn’t exactly have many pearls of wisdom to share…except that you should probably pay your rent before you go out drinking and that an mad Irish boss would probably provide the strangest employment you’d ever have.
Oh so beautiful.
elnett hairspray…. errrm… that was what came to my mind…
‘is ‘air is dividing the family! ‘alf wan i’ ta be short again, tha other ‘alf think is great.
… I personally like bein’ able ta call me boss a fluffy poodle, bu’ tha’s jus’ me.
Andrew Scott head Casting. Band of Brothers
awwwww and he looks like hes wearing a nappy and watching a baby being wrapped in blankets…took ages to work out what was going on…!!
looks like ‘e came back from a rough party. haha.
Tanner was lounging at the bar of some random pub he had wandered into, hoping for some small relief from Connall’s almost-constant smothering. Usually he didn’t mind so much, he knew Con had his reasons. And honestly, he quite liked having the attention. He looked down into his drink awkwardly. Just sometimes… he wanted a chance to get a different type of attention. He blushed slightly, thinking about it. He’d never really had any luck with girls. Especially when Con was around. They paid more attention to him.
He was interrupted from his thoughts when he felt someone scoot in on the chair next to him. He glanced over to see who it was and straightened up immediately. A very pretty girl. Oh. She saw him looking and smiled a small smile at him before ordering her drink. He fumbled for something to say. Anything.
“Did you know over 600,000 people rely on pubs for their employment?” He blurted. He blushed again. What did he just say? How do you talk to girls again?
She looked at him with raised eyebrows, looking altogether unimpressed. “Is that so?” She didn’t sound interested. He nodded awkwardly and looked back at his drink, trying to think of something else to say.
A few seats to Tanner’s left there was a man , who was either dead or seemingly in a -very- deep sleep, at the bar. He head rested on his folded arms while his drinking habit was displayed by the ten glasses that he had lined up in front of him. Suddenly he picked up his head when he heard Tanner’s snapple cap of a pick up line and smirked, shaking his head a bit. He was a regular here in this pub, in this -chair-, hell it was practically molded to his arse and the bartender considered him part of the bar, occasionally passing the cleaning rag over his head as he slept there.
Jesus, he’d heard some bad pick up lines in his days, but that one had to be the worst. Even his boss had better pick up lines than that, and he hadn’t been after a date in ages… absolute ages. He watched as the snapple man looked at his cup, sinking away and practically shrinking in his seat.
“oh boy,” he breathed, shaking his head a bit and getting up from his usual chair to sit besides Tanner, his groggy, drunken, appearance disappearing and replaced with a brilliant, charming smile.
“oi!” He greeted and pat tanner’s shoulder a bit too hard, the impact practically echoing in the small man’s chest. “mate! is been absolute ages since I last talked ta ya! listen, Christine’s been askin’ bout ya -non- stop, goin’ on bout ‘ow ya took ‘er on tha trip ta Caribbean. Phwoar, ya sly devil.” He laughed and winked at Tanner, running his hand through his hair. ” mate, she’s fallin’ fer ya. Lucky girl ta ‘ave ya lookin’ a’ ‘er too, wot with all tha money ya jus’ started makin’. Oh, and , mate, i need ta thank ya fer loanin’ me tha’ rent money.” he added, gesturing to the bartender for another drink.Having spent a few seconds trying to come up with something to say, Tanner was just about to make some lame, scientific comment about the weather when he was startled into silence by a sudden, hard smack to his shoulder and what he thought was an Irish accent greeting him like a friend. He glanced up quickly with a somewhat guilty expression, thinking that Con had found him. But the guilt immediately melted away into confusion when he saw the “Irish” accent had not, in fact, come from his friend, but from a complete stranger.
He simply stared, puzzled, as the cool-looking man rambled on (in what he now identified correctly as a SCOTTISH accent - he sometimes got the two accents confused) about some girl named Christine and a trip to the Caribbean, and then something about helping him with his rent. Tanner had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. He’d never met this man before in his life. Or at least, he didn’t think he had. He would’ve remembered this happy, charming guy, right? “Uh, uh.. I..” He stuttered a bit, trying to think of some way to respond.
It wasn’t until he glanced back at the pretty woman he’d been failing to flirt with that he caught on. She had obviously overheard his “friend” talking and was looking at him with interest. Ohhh! His eyes lit up and he had to stifle the big, goofy grin that was fighting for an appearance on his face as he turned back to face the man. This guy was trying to help him! He tried to act along casually, only failing slightly when he kept casting what he thought were inconspicuous glances at the woman sitting beside him.
“Oh, yeah! Ah, Christine, it’s been a few days since I saw her. How’s she doing, anyway?” He smiled a bit, in spite of himself. This was ridiculous, and he loved it. “Oh, and don’t worry at all about the money. Anything for a friend in need!” He winked.
“Ye, she’s okay.” Connor breathed, taking his drink from the bartender with a nod of gratitude. ” ‘eart broken, really. Says leavin’ ya was tha worst decision she’d ever made. ‘er new blokes go’ nothin’ on ya, mate. Listen, i’m no’ one fer judgin’, chris’ know I ain’t one fer judgin’, bu’ with she was way be’er off with ya. Money wise specially.” He breathed, taking another drink and looking across to the mirror on the far side of the bar. He could see the woman glancing at Tanner. So predictable birds like her were. Ya mention money and suddenly you’re as desirable as a super star. Oh well, he wasn’t against one nighters, and this kid looked like he could use one. Relationships were nice and all, but in his line of work, you coudn’t exactly keep them, not like his boss gave him much time to really even think of a relationship. If it wasn’t one thing, it was he other, kill that, bomb that, fetch me a case of water, no not that one, i don’t like that one, the other one, the one with the mountain on it….was it a mountain?…or was it a penguin? He could have sworn jim said mountain…or was it…fountain? a picture of a fountain would make sense on a bottle of water, more than a penguin, you don’t drink from penguins…
fuck…that reminded him he had to go fetch a case of water…
Corbin was brought out of his thoughts when he heard the sharp screech of the bar stool sliding back against the old wooden floor of the pub. Corbin glanced over, seeing their ‘target’ getting up from her seat to leave, but she slid a napkin over to Tanner and gave him a wink along with a coy little smile. Corbin smirked and hid his satisfaction in his glass, taking it away when she was finally gone.
” well, me job ‘ere’s done.” Corbin said simply, downing the rest of his drink and slamming it down on the bar victoriously and nodding to the bar tender. He never paid up front, he paid at the end of the month when he got his wages. ” Gotta go see a man about penguin water.” he said and put on his coat, shrugging his shoulders and popping the collar.
