Another RP hosted by me and Toasty. It is a 1x1, so there will be no posting unless you are somehow one of us. :3c Other than that, we welcome readers and you're free to look over this RP to your liking.

 

Ah, and it is AU, so excuse the lack of normal plot if you've ever seen PH.

 

WARNING!

-Strong language.

-Miiight be some sexual situations. Yeah...Most likely.

-BoyxBoy here and there

-Crack pairings/straight pairings/homo pairings (JackxGil, VincentxEcho, OzxSharon...)

-Usage of cigarettes

 

Enjoy. ♥

((I'm so ready for this. Cue the dramatic music~))

 

The early rays of morning peeked through the curtains, tracing the gentle outlines of one slim figure on the bed. Dark hair peeked out from the top of the covers, contrasting brilliantly with the paper white sheets. But just a few inches away, zipping up his jeans and letting his button up shirt hang loosely on his shoulders. Pale blond hair reaching down to his waist was Vincent, eyes half way shut in content as he occasionally glanced over at his sleeping lover - Gil. He couldn't help but chuckle as he starting doing up his shirt, popping the delicate buttons through the threaded slits. Gil seemed so peaceful just laying there. Especially when he knew full well that late into last night Gil had been fairly...active per say.

 

"Such a lovely morning..."

 

((FAIL OPENING IS FAIL))

Gilbert shifted in his sleep, rolling over onto his opposite side before blinking his eyes open. The sunlight that filtered through the window made his pale gold eyes sensitive, and he squinted, vulnerable to the early morning haze that shone through. He propped himself up on his elbow, drowsily rubbing his eye with his fist like a little kid, letting some of the sheets fall to his waist. Stealing a glance at the clock on his left, he raised an eyebrow. It was 6 a.m., and Gil starts work at 8.

 

"You're up early," He said softly, still a bit sleepy. It was literally like, midnight when he went to bed. For...many reasons, but that's not important. "...I didn't know you had work today."

Vincent didn't miss a beat in his response as he finished the buttons on his shirt and leaned across Gil to plant a soft kiss on his forehead as he reached to grab his tie. Of course his lover would say such a thing in the morning like that. But he didn't need to know because he was going to work. As far as work was concerned anyway.

 

"I do, love; apologies. But I'll make it back in time for dinner tonight I promise." He crooned, playing with a loose strand of black hair with a soft smile on his face. The one that made most girls swoon over him. "Is that a problem~?"

Vincent was lucky that Gilbert was feeling strangely affectionate lately, or else that would've resulted in a firm shove. Usually, Gil wouldn't allow such closeness without his consent -- he hated having his personal space invaded so carelessly, even by someone he loved very much. He simply caught the hand in his hair and lowered it, blushing just slightly. "Don't be stupid." He retorted, sitting up all the way and pulling out a cigarette from the drawer and popping it in his mouth. "...Just don't be late." His lighter took a few clicks to ignite, making Gil impatient. He hadn't smoked in 11 hours. It was killing him.

 

He swung his legs over the side of his bed, sucking in the smoke and exhaling through his nose. He definitely wasn't looking forward to work today... He wasn't in the mood.

((Morning ))

 

Vincent finished doing his tie, grabbing his best blazer and was careful to pocket his cellphone before turning back to Gil, eyes gleaming with what one might call compassion and "true love" had they not known better. Most people couldn't tell what Vincent was ever thinking, especially with the way he held himself and his mannerisms. He could be quite the gentlemen when necessary towards some but it was amazing how quickly he could turn into something much darker if you didn't choose your words carefully. Not to say the male didn't have self-control -- he did. He just had his breaking point like everyone else in the world.

 

Turning around, Vincent waved gingerly to Gil slipping out the door with ease to head out to his companies office to fill out a few documents for the day mostly consisting of orders from clients he'd pass down to his preferred employees. Leaving Gil alone to get ready and head to his small time job.

Gilbert thought for a moment and decided it wouldn't hurt if he got there a little early. After eating a toaster strudel and flicking his finished cigarette in the ash tray (and taking his sweet time), he showered and got ready for the day.

 

Black was his primary color. He wore a lot of it -- it was always somewhere in his ensemble. Since it's not like he had to wear something fancy, he liked to go casual. Today it was black jeans, standard white belt, beat-up black sneakers and a random graphic T-shirt (also black). He held his damp black curls up in a short, low ponytail, and put his regular gold piercing in. It took him awhile to find his keys (turned out to be in the pair of pants he wore yesterday), and he was off to work.

 

He worked at a very suburban local coffee shop. It was owned by a Reinsworth; one of the richest families in Pandora County. ((I'm making that the setting idfk.)) He worked alongside two other people (technically three). Break and Eliot were their names. Break was a real weirdo with a fetish for sweets and dolls. He even has a voodoo doll named Emily sitting on his shoulder half the time. He's pretty flirty with the girls without knowing it. Eliot, on the other hand, although a dilligent worker, had a horrible temper. He was annoyed the most by Break, who enjoyed teasing him. The two got in spats every day.

 

Gilbert was basically the one keeping order. Donning a regulatory apron and a menacing glare, he was the one breaking up their fights. He was also the center of attention when it came to women. The female customers fawned over him day in and day out... And he could care less. You'd think that Gilbert would repel them when he used his normal attitude to get them to leave him alone, but no. Your resistance only makes the fangirls' penis harder.

"firetruck where are my keys?!" Heavy footsteps thudded around the hardwooded floor of the apartment flat, the heels of his shoes clicking against the surface. Panning upwards the figure was sporting a pair of dark denim jeans and a gray t-shirt. Pale blond hair bounced slightly as he made a sharp turn into a room, blue eyes locking on the form in the walk-in closet. A female. In seeing her though, the male slowed down and became a bit more gentle in his progress towards this girl. The girl that he loved. This man's name, was Eliot Nightray. And there was a pressing matter on hand that he was going to be late for work. Still, he would try not to yell at her of all people.

 

Reaching out a gentle hand to press to her shoulder, Eliot turned the slightly shorter and well endowed female around to face him, mustering the best smile he could.

 

"Ada have you seen my keys to get into the shop?"

Ada smiled back at him. She reached over just slightly, grabbing the spare keys off the nightstand. "No, I haven't. Just use the spares." She handed her temperamental boyfriend the extra set of keys, which she kept just in case something like this would happen; which she had cleverly forseen. It was common for him to make a fuss out of things like this. "I don't want you to be late or anything," She cooed with care.

 

Ada Vessalius, part of another wealthy family organized in the Pandora heiarchy, was the middle child of the Vessalius household. She had a beautiful, young face that seemed to glow with the happiness and life that she held, and she was well-liked by many people. Her long, golden hair (a very common trait of the Vessalius family) reached her hips, and her eyes were forest green. She was eighteen, in a relationship, and training to become a secretary. All-around, she was a happy person.

 

But then again, the Vessalius family had its....quirks. The youngest son, Oz, was a troublemaker and dating the daughter of the Reinsworth family, Sharon. He acted innocent around the family, but he was truly a little shit when unseen by anyone he knew. As for the oldest son, Jack... Well, he was one of those princely types that one would think only existed in cliche romance movies. He was a true, honest gentleman, and although so many girls liked him (and he even humored them back by being nice), he did seem... Off. No one could really figure out why. He was a talented florist, and as a result, a lot of girls were all over how 'in touch with his feminine side' he was... The Vessalius family was unique and known for its diverse population. Ada was no exception.

Eliot smiled as his girlfriend of three years gingerly placed the spare keys into his open palm, his high temper proceeding to dwindle into a small, barely lit spark under her warm smile. Ada was beautiful in all ways, personality, image, and overall had a generous soul full of sweetness. He was so lucky to have met her on that fateful day in the college library (she had been debating on which college to attend at the time) and he found it funny how well they had gotten along. After all, Eliot usually found most females to be a nuisance. In his time, he had only seen those who were obsessive, like Break's followers at the coffee shop, or the kind that simply sold their body around simply because they could. Ada was nothing like that. She was gorgeous and had a lovely figure and all, but (maybe it was because of her family name and her expectations) she was quite reined and polite. Ada never asked for anything over the top -- hardly asked favors at all really -- and she was thoughtful of other people's needs. Eliot respected that in her. Maybe that's why he loved her so much. Maybe that was why the small, circular metal in his pocket meant for tonight was feeling extra heavy and noticeable.

 

Eliot was really hoping miss Ada would be the one. After three years of flawless communication, never once an argument or issue between them, the pale blond was convinced he may have found his soul mate. Ada was perfect in every extent he could possibly imagine. Not only that, if this worked out well...she could be the savior for him to have his family again. Unlike Ada, Eliot was the last of his family of Nightrays. His elder portion of the family died of either old age or illness and his parents lost their lives in a car accident when he was just fourteen. That left him to live alone with his older sister of four years (eighteen); Vannessa. When he came of age to start living on his own, Eliot's sister disappeared one night. A few months later she was found dead, brutally raped and therefore murdered. It was a tragedy -- the curse of the Nightrays as some called it. Which is why he dearly hoped Ada would say yes and that they could have a new family together. One of their own in which Eliot was sure he could find true happiness once again.

 

"Thank you Ada, boss will be mad if I'm late." He took a hold of her hand gently and kissed it before looking up at her with one of his rare smiles. "I'll be off now." He murmured, backing away until he reached the door and left his girlfriend to get changed for her own job of the day. As he ran out of the apartment, he made haste to text his fellow co-worker, Gil, to cover for him. He'd have to have Gil not only make sure his boss was delayed, but also make an appointment at the florist for him. He had forgotten to add the number to his phone earlier. As he slid into the leather interior seat of his car, Eliot typed frantically, jamming the spare keys into the ignition.

 

Hey, make an appointment for me with Jack ASAP and keep Sharon busy. I'm running late.

 

Short and sweet; Eliot styled, he though mindlessly, pulling out into the street.

Gil recieved his text as he was preparing the shop for opening, wiping down one of the tables that he had forgotten to get last night before closing. He was almost hesitant to do what Eliot asked, since there were two very annoying obstacles standing in his way, but he couldn't back out when it seemed more like an order than a question... And besides, if Eliot didn't get what he wanted, he'd throw a huge shit fit and ignore everybody for the better part of the day. Lest he have that happen, he decided to do it anyways.

 

Those two obstacles? ...Yeah... Long story. One was the fact that cats roamed everywhere in this city. It was hard not to see strays wandering around and whatnot. Gilbert hates cats, but as long as he stayed away from them, it shouldn't be a problem, right? Wrong. Even though he hated cats and wanted nothing to do with the furry creatures, it was vice versa for him. Cats adored him. he literally couldn't go anywhere without a horde of cats behind him. They'd meow as soon as Gilbert entered their line of vision, and would proceed to rub themselves all over is legs and feet, worshipping him almost. And whenever he had to run to a convenience store, God forbid, the damn cats would be waiting outside for him to return. (Apparently they knew better than to enter establishments like that.)

 

The second reason... Gilbert hadn't been to a florist in a whole year, and he didn't plan on going back. There was something that really irked him about that place. It's like... all the light seemed to go into that one place and shine down right on that store like it was godsent or something. Even if it was firetruckin' nighttime, it'd still be shiny and bubbly like always. Everything in that place sparkled and shone with a certain phosphorescent aura; the kind that felt like you were walking on air when you entered... It made him want to puke. If he had to, then he had to, but he wasn't exactly looking forward to going back there.

 

As Gilbert removed his apron and set it aside for now, he took out the small ponytail his hair was in (it was dry now), and began to make his way over to the florists... Why the hell did no one have that number? No one had the damn florist's number when they needed it. However, a good alternative was to personally tell the guy (hell, Gilbert didn't even know the guy's name) that they'll be back around ______, or to at least reserve a time... Yes, that was the least he could to. It wasn't far, thank goodness.

 

"Gil," Cooed a familiar voice from behind the counter. Gilbert didn't even have to look back to know who it was. "Where are you going so suddenly~?" A lofty voice broke through the air, making Gilbert sigh automatically. It was definitely Xerxes Break, his co-worker, and also the one in charge of handling the food and making the drinks... That wasn't exactly the smartest position to put him on, but he couldn't really do anything else. Pushing 20 very soon, Break didn't even have a girlfriend. He claimed to never have been in a relationship all his life, but for some reason, that seemed unlikely. Gilbert barely flickered his gaze towards the white-haired male while he answered.

 

"Eliot wants me to reserve an appointment at the florist's. Nothing special," He countered, feeling Break's eyes on him. Break chuckled.

"So you're leaving little old me to man the store all by myself~?"

"Yeah. Problem?" As Break eyed all the sweets and pastries inside the glass cases, he didn't complain. He was debating whether he wanted to eat the brownie or the birthday cake-doughnut...

"Not at all~ Just be careful."

((Question: Which guy was Gil referring to when he said he didn't know him?))

 

It was about five minutes after his shift was to start that he arrived at his job, a bit red in the cheeks from running a distance from his parked car. Not only had he been caught in traffic but a certain imbecile had thought it funny to park in his reserved space. This resulted in parking six or so blocks away and him sprinting in hopes he wouldn't be too late. Of course, his hopes were dashed. Five minutes...five minutes could be quite fatal if not handled properly. Taking a couple more deep inhales, Eliot stood up straight, regaining his usual composure and posture. He couldn't enter a store without seeming ready of course. Deep breath.In seeing no one had yet entered the shop he felt relieved in what he was about to do wouldn't ruin his reputation any. Giving the door (thank God it wasn't glass) a swift and sharp kick, he felt satisfaction when it opened without issue and closed on time behind him as he walked into the shop. Lungs expanding.

 

"BREAK!" He could vaguely see the white haired male hunched over the jars of sweets and he growled in disgust. He just refilled those things yesterday when he left and they were already half empty dammit. "Why the hell are YOU in MY parking space?!" He snapped, irritable, the temper he had restrained around his dear Ada quickly rising into something more violent and much more touchy.

 

Meanwhile, just across town a few streets away from the building that would be presumably shaking from the shouting tone in Eliot's voice, the florist shop delicately remained peaceful. People were bustling in and out of the place merrily, waving to those who had made fellow orders and whatnot. Tis the season for bouquets and bunches of flowers expertly put together to be made anyway with Spring just upon them. Couples were buying packages but mostly individuals were coming and going, getting flowers for their loved ones to have as a gift or a surprise to "pop the question" or as a first date. Running this business and sitting with a phone to his ear, was Jack Vessalius. Brother to Oz and Ada, Jack was the oldest and looked quite handsome to say least. His blond hair was tied back into a long braid and framed his face nicely, making his emerald green eyes stand out brilliantly. And his voice was so soft and melodically it made men even blush. Which wasn't hard to do anyway if you simply looked at him.

 

"Yes, yes....okay." He smiled tenderly to the speaker on the phone, scrawling down an order quickly. "Yes of course. It'll be ready by noon~" A slight laugh making a customer by the counter blush. "It's no problem. Alright, see you then." Jack hung up the telephone to tilt his head slightly, a princely aura around him to his next female customer. "How may I help you dear?"

((Jack.))

 

Break paused in scarfing down a cookie to look at him, smiling as he removed the half-eaten treat from his mouth. Break was surprised to see Eliot arriving so late - He usually made it a strict rule to get to work on time. Break waved his hand dismissingly, half-pouting and half-smiling.... Like he was trying to pout, but couldn't bring himself to do it. "Go easy on me, Eliot, it's only a parking space~ There are plenty more~" He finished up his cookie, unwrapping a gumdrop as he sat sideways on the counter with his legs crossed. "Would you like one?" He asked, his jokingly sweet gesture being obviously arrogant. "They're really good." He popped the sugar-coated candy into his mouth, looking content with himself, even though he ate nearly half the inventory. It was no secret that Break enjoyed his sweets, after all.

 

Gilbert walked into the dainty shop without a second thought about what might be waiting for him. As soon as he walked in... Girls. Girls everywhere. Some of them in line, others only there to stare dreamily at the blonde behind the counter. He could hear the frantic whispering of the people around him; all of them sounded the same to him. All about some guy 'Jack.' He must have been the one behind the counter... No doubt about it. And once Gil was spotted in the doorway, some attention turned to him as well. Little sounds of 'He looks so cool~~!♥' erupted in no time. Of course, the main focus was still on Jack. Gilbert was glad it was.

 

Waiting in line was horrible. He couldn't even keep to himself without a girl flirting with him every few seconds. He gave mostly one-word answers, and that only seemed to make them fawn even more... He didn't understand the appeal at all. It was even worse with the light beaming on him (the whole store, really), sunlight reflecting off his piercing.

Eliot felt his anger steadily rise as he walked towards his fellow co-worker. Break, while nearing his age of just barely twenty, acted like a sarcastic (and albeitedly clever) sixteen year old who's intent was to stay younger and not act his age. The blond couldn't even begin to comprehend why Break wouldn't grow up and stop acting like a child. Even if he always got his way, even if he was rarely blamed for anything, Eliot had to say that Break was by far the most infuriating person he had ever had the displeasure of meeting.

 

"Just a parking space? Just. A. Parking Space?! No. No just a parking space is me having to move to the next spot. The next spot isn't six blocks away dammit!" He yelled angrily, walking over to Break with a heavy huff. Swatting the gumdrop wrapper from Break's nimble fingers, Eliot shook the male by his shoulders. "And stop eating all the firetrucking sweets. Unless you're paying for them, which you're not, keep your filthy hands out of the jar!"

 

Jack waved at a happy couple walking off gleefully before blinking at his next customer. His hair was a deep shade of onyx and curled gently, pale skin, and irises of gold. He was quite an...unusual fellow to be in a florist shop. But he wasn't one to judge. A customer was a customer and he adored his customers. Giving a smile, he leaned against the counter, bangs falling put of his face.

 

"Hello, my name is Jack, how may I help you?"

"You're not much fun~" Break managed to wiggle out of his grasp, continuing to randomly stroll around the shop as he usually did in the mornings when he was bored. "And you're easy to overreact... There's a free parking space in the back, and you could've come in from the back door, y'know." He giggled that weird giggle, getting back behind the counter so that they could finally start their work day. If a customer were to come in, it was Break's job to fill in Gilbert's spot for the time being. That's how it worked - If someone is on break or sick or whatnot, one of the two available workers were to take their place. God forbid someone had to fill in Gil's spot... He was also a waiter (he was the one distributing the food and drinks after they were ready), and it'd be pretty difficult to work such a tight shift with only two people.

 

Gilbert felt like rolling his eyes. He saw that look Jack gave him at first. It was that 'I-can't-believe-someone-like-you-is-in-here' look. Even so, the guy was charming. And he didn't need to have a beautiful face to make the girls melt. That. Voice. It was smooth enough for Gilbert to nearly stumble on his words. He was loyal to Vincent and all, but Jack's tone was impressive. Trying to be as polite as he could, he hastily responded, several girls gone silent and eavesdropping on his order. "I'd like to make a reservation if that's okay," He glanced around, feeling truly annoyed with the looks they were getting.

Eliot blinked. The...back door? He felt the crushing wait of stupidity rest on his shoulders as he realized in his fit of anger, he had completely forgotten about the parking spaces out back. In fact, he forgot they even had a back door. Feeling his face heat a deep crimson at his own obliviousness, Eliot pushed past the loitering male, ignoring how the soft brush against his serve made his nerves spark. They were probably popping from anger at the stupid employee.

 

"Sh-shut up you!" He muttered spitefully under his breath, tying his apron around his waist delicately as a distraction from the other. He hoped Gil would be back soon. Very soon. If not, well, he'd hate to show the customers blood.

 

Jack gave a smile, writing down in his small notepad with neat cursive: Reservation. He noted how the others in the room were listening so he cleared his throat.

 

"Ah, if you're not waiting for an order please go about your business. The sign unfortunately says no lingering on the premises -- even if you are all lovely young ladies." Jack cooed gently, motioning to the sign pinned on the door before looking back at Gil. "Now, what time would this reservation be for and under who's name would this be for?"

Break gave a small 'hm' at Eliot's refusal to admit his own forgetfulness. He didn't say anything and instead tied his apron around his neck and waist and beginning to get to work, setting the cute little knick-knacks and decor on the empty tables, waiting for a customer to arrive. It was usually a good half an hour after opening time that people began going to work or starting their day. In turn, this was the most busy time of day. So he sincerely hoped Gil would return shortly.

 

This time, Gil actually did roll his eyes. 'Lovely young ladies'... What a tool. Gilbert thought with spite, scoffing as he continued. "Any time would be fine. Reservation's for Eliot...Nightray." He totally forgot that he was supposed to fet back to work and checked his watch. firetruck. He's been ten minutes already. Hurry this up, pretty boy, I have to get to work... He impatiently shifted from foot to foot.

Jack nodded, writing down the name and he reservation, noticing the customer's imaptience. He felt bad for taking his time, he really did. Despite appearing to be rough-around-the-edges Jack got this impending feeling he was actually quite kind. So he stood up straight again, placing his hand on the counter, the other held out in a Token of friendship for the male. He didn't want to give him the wrong impression or anything.

 

"By the way, I don't mean to take up more of your time, but I'm Jack, Jack Vessalius."

 

Eliot was very edgy while taking orders from the usual people coming in from the streets to get there daily fill of coffee and doughnuts and whatnot. He had even snapped at an unfortunae woman who was pissing him off by talkin on her cell phone while he attempted to get her order. He would have been highly frowned upon by his superior had he caught him doing that. But Break, Break was having no troubles. He was working his charm as if it was the easiest thing in the world. Grinning bastard...frantically, Eliot texted Gil.

 

Where are you?!

As he looked at the hand reaching out to him, Gilbert didn't feel inclined to do anything with it. Shaking hands was unnecessary upon first meeting someone, and so was any other kind of physical contact. He was a bit surprised that someone like him would even be thinking of being nice to him. He was flattered, but he had to get back to work ASAP. He had to make this quick. (Really, he could've cared less about his 'impression.')

 

And... Did he say 'Vessalius'? What the shit? He knew that the Vessalius family owned a lot of prestigious schools and companies, and a flower shop seemed a little... underachiever for a handsome, surely intelligent Vessalius like himself. He locked eyes with the male, growing uneasy under his gaze. "Gilbert." He introduced himself with just a name, followed up by a vibration in his pocket. He didn't even have to answer that to know who it was... Eliot; no doubt. He was definitely wondering why he was taking so long. Immediately, he was feeling bad for his future self, who was surely getting a stern talking-to about arriving on time and making sure his work priorities came first.

 

"Sorry, but I can't stay here... I have work to go to," He backed away from the counter a bit, his gaze anywhere but on Jack. "...L-Later," With that, he was off to the coffee shop.

Jack blinked, his green eyes a bit wide by the fact his hand was shunned but in seeing the male walk away and completely ignore him, he drew his hand back and propped his chin on both of his palms, head tilted, and elbows supporting him. That black hair, gold eyes and pale skin...that guys name...Jack felt a smile slide across his lips as he watched the customer run out of the shop, far away from him.

 

"It was a pleasure to meet you -- Gilbert."

 

When Eliot saw Gil's form from the windows of the coffee shop, his crystalline blue eyes immediately narrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line. So now he showed up. Accepting a customers payment silently he tapped it into the register and gave them the change. He was trying to decide on the best punishment for the onyx haired male. Overtime? No...Maybe he should make him watch his and Ada's cat. Eliot allowed himself a slight smirk. That was a bit cruel, he wouldn't go that far. But it'd be wonderul punishment.

Gil entered the cozy coffee shop with a hand in his hair, looking a bit stressed. "Sorry I took so long, I was-" Noticing Eliot's death glare from across the room, Gilbert frowned. The guy was so irrational sometimes... He gets angry over the smallest things, and he really couldn't stand it. God forbid he's across the street for ten whole minutes. Eliot was that kind of guy, unfortunately... The kind that would firetrucking destroy you if you so much as scratched off the paint on his car. The kind that cursed a million times if he got his new loafers wet. The kind that threw his Wii out the window if he got a Game Over in Zelda. You get the point.

 

He didn't say another word, he just took his post behind the counter, nonchalantly refilling the jar of cookies and other candy containers that Break had single-handedly emptied. He awaited his scolding, the tense atmosphere making him impatient.

Eliot took a deep sigh, casually ringing up one of the teenage girls politely asking for one of the cookies Gil was re-stocking. He'd lecture Break but the man already had gotten so many talks by this point and time it was difficult for him to even think of new things to yell at him for. It all went in one ear and out the other. So as Gil shakily refilled the boxes, the blond took a deep breath, attempting to maintain his composure just a bit before losing it entirely.

 

"So," He started, placing a bit of change in the palm of the flustered teenage girl's hand delicately. "Thank you for making the reservation -- I trust it went over well. But why did it take such an inexcusable long amount of time Gilbert?"

'Inexcusable' seemed like the wrong word to use... But there was no helping it. Gilbert put the lid on the small container, twisting it shut. He glanced over at the opposite male, giving a light shrug as he retied his apron around himself. "Just a long line." He said, which was only half the truth. Jack was the one who seemed to be making the whole thing more difficult than it should've been... Getting all friendly with him like that... It wasn't normal. He was a customer. Nothing more than that.

 

Gilbert couldn't shake that foreboding feeling he got before he was yelled at or lectured by Eliot, but he knew that the blonde wouldn't so much as raise his voice to such a level when the place had customers coming and going.

Eliot rolled his eyes, giving out a small snort of disbelief. Like hell he would believe such things. Even with such a long line, everyone knew Jack had a reputation of getting the job done. Gritting his teeth together, he punched the number buttons on the register angrily, a deep breath being exhaled. He wasn't stupid after all. Gil, while a diligent worker and all, couldn't pull off a lie to save his life. He was like a piece of glass; completely see through. All of his attempts could be dissected right Dow to the point of the very basis. Even the complex idea of him doing something out of the ordinary. If examined the right way it was blissfully easy to see the first thought to have triggered Gil's actions. So he knew that maybe, just maybe, Gilbert had been lingering a little longer than necessary.

 

"Lies. You were dilly dallying weren't you? Weren't you, Gilbert?!" As Break walked by carrying a tray of food Eliot ignored the urge to vent by tripping him. Not yet. He just had to remember the self control techniques Leo had told him. .....What number was he supposed to count to again?

Gilbert blinked. That tone was surprisingly loud for when he was in public... He let out a huff of restraint, refusing to believe that a semi-long line and introducing himself to someone was 'dilly-dallying.' He calmly defended himself, accepting a tray of food from Break to deliver to a table of people. Like the expert waiter he was, he balanced the large platter on his arm, balancing it as he sauntered over. "Don't be ridiculous. You know how meticulous I am with time." He shot back, hearing Eliot punch in numbers on the register with rough taps that he could hear from across the shop.

 

Break watched in amusement as the two quarrelled. Eliot was always choosing arguments with people - no matter how small the blame. I mean, Break himself was the most frequent victim of his wrath. But he didn't let it get to him. Gilbert, on the other hand, was usually the one to give lectures. Not take them. This should prove to be interesting.

DON'T YOU 404 ON ME.