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Post by Atticus Finch on Mar 18, 2009 2:48:09 GMT 1
It was rare one found a place that served good chips. Not the crappy soggy kind that clung to the wax paper on the bottom of the basket soaking your fingers so much you could use them to grease your hair, No! These were the good kind. The kind that were crisp and only slightly greasy from their trip in the fryer. The kind that made you feel good eating them, even while you knew they were clogging your arteries and slowly killing you.
"Mmmm..." Atticus said appreciatively as he chomped down on a perfectly crisp chip. These were the best chips in the whole damn town. Everywhere else he had tried had served him cheap imitation shit that made his stomach turn. It had taken him weeks to find this place and call it his own. He had practically kissed the man who made these chips. He had fallen in love at first bite and from then on, whenever he got the jones for chips he came here.
The tiny cafe was mostly empty today but that was normal as most of it's patrons were either sleeping or at work. Atticus had just finished his rounds around club row and had been on his way home when the jones struck him. He had needed chips and he had needed them now. After running three blocks and begging the owner to let him stay just a wee bit past closing time, he had used his best puppy dog eyes, he had sat in a plush red booth and waited for his order. When they arrived he had nearly attacked them with glee, shoving at least ten in his mouth before calling for something to drink to wash it all down. "God bless these man...God bless these." Atticus said shoving at least six more down his throat in one gulp.
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Post by Zachary Tyler Chace on Mar 20, 2009 2:13:22 GMT 1
Zac put the cell phone down on the soft leather passanger seat and accelerated the quick silver sports car. Upon coming to the stop light he pinned the gas pedal to the floor and make a loud, stinky illegal u-turn. It seemed he never got a day off work, even on his way home his dad called him to do something he was supposed to do. He loved his father dearly but really really felt like he was being treated less than an equal and more like a lackey. The smooth feminine male voice from the GPS directed him towards the restaurant. Yes, even the GPS was gay. He stopped the coupe outside a little cafe, the ma and pa type. He felt so bad about what he was going to do. As he got out of the car he readjusted his suit and put his tie back on, so much for letting lose the rest of the day. A corporate executives work was never done, he was always just idle waiting for something to come up. Even at three in the morning he knew that he was the first one on the calling list.
This time he was to collect money for the insurance agency, all legit of course. These people just hadn't paid their debt to the Chace's and that was not going to fly. The bell at the front of the store rang as he opened the door. Looking around he saw no one but a teen sitting on a bench. Going over he had to ask. "Are you the owner of this fine establishment?" He did feel awful, but this was what needed to be done. He had to get the money or cut these people off. |
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Post by Atticus Finch on Mar 20, 2009 2:35:05 GMT 1
Atticus had been between a mouthful of god fries when he heard the car. Turning, his mouth half full of the crispy potato slices, he watched as a boy got out of the shiny sports car and come into the diner. From the looks of him he was one of those Chace kids. Atticus quickly swallowed his fries and frowned. The Chace family may have been the rule of the streets but just because they were that way didn't mean Atticus had to like them.
As he looked over the kid he made mental notes about his appearence. From the tone of his voice, the way he dressed, and how he positioned himself when he spoke, the boy was definately playing for the other team. Atticus sighed. Would he be hit on again? For some reason all the boys seemed to think he was gay. Not that he minded the attention, he just didn't like the awkward conversation that followed where he polietly tried to tell the boy he was talking to he didn't want to make out with him. Ever. As the boy asked him a question Atticus picked up a fry. "Do I look like I would own a diner? Mate you just missed them they left 'bout a minute ago. They told me to lock up when I was done." he nodded towards the keys resting on the table beside him "What you need 'im for?" he asked trying to figure out this kids purpose. Was he here to break some legs?
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Post by Zachary Tyler Chace on Mar 20, 2009 2:48:38 GMT 1
Zachary huffed, fuck if onlu he hadn't seen the cop when he left the office, then he woulda driven faster and got here on time. Now he was going to have to get back to the office and find the files and paperwork, just so he could get his money from the owners of the little place. "I needed them for business matters." He was defeated, falling into the seat beside the boy he only sighed, he wasn't going to go clubbing tonight, all because he answered one fucking phone call. Zac took a fry off the other teen's plate and swallowed it. He smiled at the other teen, he was pretty good looking but he was seeing someone, at least he thought he was seeing someone, Beau was a little peculiar at times. After taking another fry Zac offered the other teen his hand. "Im Zachary Chace, and you are? This was entirely kind, for most people the sentence came off as odd or rude but just the way Zac presented it made him lovable. After the handshake he teen took his hand back and pressed the alarm button on his keychain.
The new BMW chimed from the distance, ever obedient, like a perfectly trained cat. Zac looked back to the teen and giggled nervously. "Not quite the neighborhood to leave a 70 000$ car unlocked, now is it?" More of an observation than a question but it had a certain air to it. Zac was admittedly good with words. |
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Post by Atticus Finch on Mar 20, 2009 2:56:46 GMT 1
Business matters. That usually meant he was either breaking his legs or having sex with them. Or both, Atticus didn't know what went on with these sorts of fellows. Pulling his plate closer to him, he didn't like anyone touching his food especially people he had just met, he took the other boy's hand and shook it. "Atticus Finch, and yes I was named after the book character and no I am not a lawyer." he said his tone completely bored. People always asked him that question when they learned his name. It was like it came stuck with his name, like a tiny price tag on the A.
He stuck another fry into his mouth and chewed for a moment. He watched the boy out of the corner of his eye as he stared out the window. What was a Chace doing here in this neighborhood at this time of night? Shouldn't he be out clubbing or beating someone over the head for daddy? "It's not the kind of neighborhood you would bring a 70 000 dollar car to. What's the matter? Dad didn't have the rusty pickup available in your ten car garage?" Atticus said smirking one eyebrow raised. It was so funny to see people react to his wit. Most got pissed and walked off but the fun ones stayed to argue. It was time to see which one this boy was.
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Post by Zachary Tyler Chace on Mar 20, 2009 3:46:23 GMT 1
Zac looked at the other teen, come to think of it he did look like an Atticus, a little witty, obviously had some brains. Yup a perfect Atticus. He on the other hand never fit his name, it was so odd. Zachary was a name for the stubborn and strong. He got his way, but wasn't stubborn. In no way was he strong either. He was better suited with William or Alexander, not Zachary. He smiled at the other teen's question. "Its a thirty car garage, and for your information I'm not the Chace's that gets handouts I work for my money." He put it so bluntly that his voice didn't even make the words kind, he hated his sister and the other ones that just took the money that daddy gave them and ran off to the mall. He had loans and a car payment. College fees. There was debt for the teen. Daddy could, and would indeed pay for it but Zac wasn't going to live off him. Zac was going to act and make a name for himself. There was no shame in that.
Zac looked at his opposite with intensity, he was quite good at verbal fighting, especially for what he wanted. "So what's your story? Mom regecting you, living in a dumpster and now breaking into a restraunt." Zac smiled before continuing. "Oh I just answered for you, silly me. [/size] |
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Post by Atticus Finch on Mar 23, 2009 1:35:03 GMT 1
"How'd you know?" Atticus said with mock surprise. "Do I really look that homeless? I mean I try to take a shower every other week to hide the smell but I guess you caught me. Damn." he said smirking. He didn't care what this boy thought of him. For all Atticus knew he was some rich bastard whose daddy ran half the town.
And it wasn't even the fun half.
"If you don't take handouts how you get your money? Working the corner?" Atticus asked smirking again as he placed a bunch of fries into his mouth. He loved teasing people like this. It brought him joy when there was nothing else to do. He knew he probably needed a hobby of some sort but was too lazy to find one. Besides, this was much more fun.
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Post by Zachary Tyler Chace on Mar 24, 2009 22:44:35 GMT 1
Zac smiled sheepishly, the other teen of course didn't look homeless, he wasn't as well off as himself, but didn't look homeless. Atticus only got a nodded response on that subject. The coup de gras was going to be his response to the prostitute question. Even though he was a pretty nice guy Zac could be a little vindictive and mean, but mostly this was just funny.
Zac slid himself into the other teen's lap with little trouble, sitting on Atticus' crotch he looked at the teen and kissed him on the cheek. "Aren't you the one that drives the dark green Subaru, knew you looked familiar." It took all he had not to laugh, the look on the other teen's face was completely hilarious. This wasn't quite the response he thought he was going to get, but Zac did get a little chuckle out of it. "If I remember right your a pretty big one." With the sentence barely over Dan wiggled a little bit on the straight boy's lap, completely enjoying the ability to make him squirm. |
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Post by Atticus Finch on Apr 17, 2009 0:41:19 GMT 1
Atticus's eyebrows flew into his hairline as he watched the boy move towards him and sit in his lap. He wasn't a homophobe or anything but this made him want to squirm and cry out. It was seriously uncomfortable and Atticus had to resist the urge to throw the other boy off his lap. When he kissed his cheek the urge only grew stronger. Deciding to fight the urge with a little humour, Atticus grinned like a fool and wrapped his arms around the other boy. "Aw dear! How'd you guess? I kept changing cars to keep you on your toes but I guess your too smart for that!" he said moving so that he wiggled out from under the other boy and slid into the corner of the booth.
Now feeling much better about the whole situation he grinned and laughed loudly. This was actually fun. He would never admit it but he liked this kid. He knew how to make people squirm but he also knew how to make an awkward situation funny. It was a nice trait that Atticus looked for in his friends.
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Post by Zachary Tyler Chace on Apr 19, 2009 3:12:00 GMT 1
Zac giggled a little bit at the boys reaction, he was completely sure of himself, and his almost infallible sense of humor. "Wasn't that hard to guess hun, I am a Chace after all." He puffed out his chest like a turkey and saluted as he stated his lineage. This was too much for himself, his giggled turned into full laughter.
The other teen didn't seem to get his joke at first. "Your obviously new to town aren't you? Everyone when the Chace's seemingly superior looks if they'd been around the family. Zac was probably the only Chace without that air around them. Even the all too humble cousin Louisa gave the aura of superiority off like a cheap perfume. The gay man's aura was more like Euphoria by Calvin Klein. Strong, but not overpowering. Sophisticated, yet fun loving. It was a perfect balance, a ying and a yang.
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