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[ZANDER MORRISON]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/DfhFz.png);] LIAR, LIAR, DON'T CRY ON MY SHOULDER, YOU PLAYED WITH FIRE — christina grimmie     Today was one of the few days that the Tavern actually opened later than twelve. Not a lot of people came in to drink on Sundays and the ones that wanted to were usually too much trouble to bother with. He didn't feel like dealing with more drama than he had to and being open early on a day like that felt like a bad idea to him. He had the place pretty well cleaned, and his inventory had been done earlier that morning. The need to order more supplies was high but that could wait until tomorrow. Monday was the day he put in orders for more supplies. There really wasn't much of a reason for him to even hang out around the place except for the fact that Shy may or may not stop by. Not that he really cared either way if he did or didn't. It was just something to do to pass the time... Well, hanging out with him was. Shy wasn't something to pass the time with, he wasn't anything. Well he was something, but just his friend, barely even that. Yeah. Shy was barely anything at all. He scrubbed the already cleaned bar furiously at his own confusing thoughts. Zander felt like the stupidest person alive sometimes. He knew that he was straight and that he liked girls. Why his thoughts got so jumbled sometimes he had no clue. "Girls are cute. Girls are nice. Girls are... girls are mostly idiots but that's besides the point" He scrubbed at the wooden bar until he knew it was just wearing down the rag and the wood. There was no reason for him to get so up in arms about an idle thought that he had already corrected and that no one else had heard. He reminded himself once more that he liked girls and brushed his fair hair back with his hand. He had showered this morning and his hair was still slightly damp. It didn't really matter though because it wasn't like he was doing anything important soon. And it would be dry long before the Tavern actually opened for business. He told himself that his eyes weren't darting back and forth to the door and that he didn't give a shit if anyone did show up. Much less that idiot Shy.

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[atrb=vAlign,top] IF THERE was anything Shy didn't want to do it was get out of bed. Again. Despite his inner battle and his lethargy, he idly remembered that he'd told Zander he'd stop by sometime. Groaning to himself he threw an arm over his face, unwilling to actually go through with the commitment and much rather wanting to go back to sleep. But of course, that large brain of his had to start buzzing and he had to start overthinking their conversations and actions, and he had to start questioning himself. Glancing over at his phone he noted the 17 missed calls and 27 text messages from his ex, and threw his phone across the room. He hates technology, he hated his ex, he hated Zander for making him think about his mistakes and realize that's exactly what his ex was - a mistake. With a frown he sat up and rubbed the back of his head, yawning loudly as he looked out the window. Idly he stood up and slid the hair tie from his wrist, tying his hair up and groaning at the abundance of sunshine streaking in his windows. He dressed slowly, taking his time as he ran through the previous day's events quietly. Scrubbing his face he couldn't believe his bad luck, that someone actually found out about that stupid adorable nickname that he hated loved. Especially when it came from Zander's lips.. He shook his head, unwilling to allow his thoughts to focus on the man a moment further. Glancing at the portrait sitting by the door he pulled on a pair of jeans and a scoop neck long sleeve black shirt, grabbing the canvas that in their haste they had neglected to bring with them, and walked out the door. Once again as per usual he had to backtrack halfway down the street to remember to lock his door, but otherwise managed to make it into the busier part of town. Keeping the canvas close he weaved through the people, glancing up only when the tavern came into view. Cautiously he pushed the door open and walked through, his gaze languidly trailing up to Zander. He closed the door quietly behind him and felt something strange in his chest, which rather than address it he promptly ignored it in favor of giving him a half-smile, too lazy to pull his lips up further. "You forgot the portrait. I came by to hang it up." A spark of panic settled in his stomach. He couldn't hang this picture up, his art wasn't good enough to hang up.

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[ZANDER MORRISON]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/DfhFz.png);] LIAR, LIAR, DON'T CRY ON MY SHOULDER, YOU PLAYED WITH FIRE — christina grimmie     He'd calmed down from his small panic attack, that had nothing to do with the fact that he thought he was confused for a moment. He'd gotten himself back on track and his mind was clear of any thoughts that could be misconstrued as anything other than what he meant them as. Why did his brain have to go stupid at the most ridiculous times? He heard the door open and his eyes lifted from the bar lazily. It was Shy alright, his stupid half smirk on his face. His own involuntarily turned to its usual scowl as he stood up straight. He towered over the bar with his ridiculous height. Then again he towered over most people too so it didn't make much of a difference. Made it easier for him to sort of get people to move out of the way when he wanted through. "So you actually showed up." His eyes flickered towards the canvas in Shy's arms. He hadn't forgotten about that, he'd tried too but it rang in his brain that some guy had painted his picture in the park. The bartender wasn't really sure how he felt about it. All that he knew was that it made him feel weird. The reminder that the painting was best in sunlight also rang in his mind. Zander had found himself clearing a space in the tavern where the sun hit the best. Sure his customers wouldn't probably even notice it but he would. Not that he cared. It was just another decoration to be added to the walls. Suddenly he didn't want it in the main room. He didn't want anyone else looking at it. But only because it was embarrassing to have a painting of himself where everyone else could see it. 'Yeah, I've got a place for it upstairs. Want a drink?" He casually offered Shy a drink, his eyes staring at the selection of beers he had rather than at the other male. There was no reason for him to even look at Shy if he didn't have to. Then again all of this was just ridiculously troublesome. He should just have him hang up the picture and leave so he could be left alone in peace. That's what he should do anyways.

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[atrb=vAlign,top] "DON'T LOOK so happy to see me. Really." He drawled, gazing at the tall man through half lidded eyes. He trudged forward and carefully set the canvas down where it wouldn't be ruined, using an almost ridiculous amount of care. Brow furrowed on concentration he brushed his fingers over the dried paint, lamenting that he couldn't have been bothered to focus more on the painting when he was actually doing it. Somehow it looked off to him, then again maybe it was his insecurities concerning his art popping up again. "Hmm? Sure, a drink would be nice." He tried to control any stray thoughts from popping up, it was simply two straight men hanging out. One of which who just so happened to have painted the other in a lovely portrait. He patted his pocket and dropped his wallet on the counter so he wouldn't forget it, and looked around the tavern. Despite the knowledge that Zander had cleared a place elsewhere for the portrait he himself wanted to look for the right spot. It was his niche, knowing where art would look best. It was a matter of finding first the right light, then the right setting. Thinking back to his messy apartment he couldn't help but smirk slightly at the array of canvases strewn about the place, but pride struck him knowing that the chaos left behind was orderly in some strange way, as though it belonged there. "So Zander, where did you want this?"

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/DfhFz.png);] LIAR, LIAR, DON'T CRY ON MY SHOULDER, YOU PLAYED WITH FIRE — christina grimmie     Zander had no idea why he should be happy to see Shy at all; there wasn’t any reason at all. Not that flicker of weirdness in his chest at all. He didn’t care one way or another if the other male showed up. The smallest flicker of a smile crossed his face though as he leaned across the bar, his height actually being an advantage for once. With the beer cooler right underneath it was nothing for the fair haired male to just grab two. This was something he wouldn’t ever try if Alex was around. That guy would probably try to take advantage of the fact that he was bent over or something. ”Same as last time okay?” Without waiting for an answer he slid the beer over to where Shy was standing next to the bar. It wasn’t like the guy knew the difference between what he was drinking. After all he’d just started not too long ago. Hell, Zander had watched him take his first drink. Then again it had originally been Alex’s drink but that was beside the point. He popped the bottle top off his own and took a healthy sip of it. ”I honestly haven’t got a clue.” He was lying; he knew where that he wanted it where no one else could see it but him. But he told himself that was because he didn’t want people to think he was a weirdo with paintings of himself all over the place. ”Where do you suggest putting it? You’re the artist after all.” He stared at the bar and concentrated on his beer, not wanting to seem like he was staring at the younger artist. What did it matter if he was staring? They were just two straight guys having a beer and discussing where to put a portrait one of them painted of the other. There wasn’t anything wrong with that at all.

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[atrb=vAlign,top] SHY NODDED slowly, holding the bottle in his hand and reading the label. With a small shrug he popped off the top, sipping carefully. It was strange, the taste coated his tongue oddly though he couldn't say it was unpleasant. Tongue flicking out to lick his lips he set the bottle down and rubbed the back of his neck. "What a drag, okay I'll pick the best spot then." He slowly wandered around the room, hands shoved deep in his pockets as he evaluated the light and ambiance around the room, appraising it with calculating eyes. The wheels in his mind churned slowly, and he sighed softly. Finally, he found his target. A nice small space just large enough for the portrait, where the sunlight indirectly hit it but the colors would still pop enough. Walking back he mumbled something under his breath and cautiously cradled the canvas, taking it with him and swiftly climbing from a chair to the table in front of the spot before reaching out. An alarm went off in his head but he shoved it in the back of his mind, too preoccupied with the task at hand. Despite the dangerous slant and the dangerous height that he stood at, he fiddled with the canvas until it hung, in his eyes, perfectly on the wall. He leaned back with his arms crossed, eyes flickering over every area. With a hum of satisfaction, he moved to step off the table, and promptly nearly killed himself falling. "Fuuuuuucccccckkkkkkk."

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[ZANDER MORRISON]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/DfhFz.png);] LIAR, LIAR, DON'T CRY ON MY SHOULDER, YOU PLAYED WITH FIRE — christina grimmie     Unsure of what else to do Zander moved from behind the bar and followed Shy to wherever he thought the best place for the painting was. He’d managed to push the image of Shy licking his lips out of his head completely due to the fact that it was a weird image for him to have stuck there in the first place. He replaced the image with one of a girl licking her lips, not that it did much good. Zander was bored with it as soon as it entered and decided instead to clear his mind. Watching with curiosity as the painter moved about the room, intent on finding the perfect spot for his artwork he realized that Shy was going to put it where anyone and everyone could see it. What did he care though? If people had a problem with it then they could just go somewhere else to get their drinks and apparently their drama. A hard scowl traced across his already frowning face when his table was climbed upon. He worked hard to keep this place clean and now he was going to have footprints on his tables. Some serious cleaning would need to be done. Sensing some sort of immediate danger to both the shorter male and probably his property Zander closed the short distance between himself and the table, but only a few moments too late. That idiot was going to end up killing himself, not that Zander cared but he really didn’t want to clean up any bloodstains today. They took forever to get up and he wouldn’t be able to open up the tavern for a few days until it all died down. But for some reason something resembling a flicker of concern fluttered over his normally cold heart. ”Idiot. If you were going to put it up that high I should have been the one to do it.” It wasn’t that he cared that Shy had hurt himself; he just wished that there had been some common sense exercised in the situation. He uncrossed his arms and held out a hand to the other guy to help him up. He refused to look at him though, instead choosing to turn his head and stare at the wall. One that didn’t happen have a portrait of himself hanging on it. In all honesty he didn’t know why he was bothering to help him up. He was a big boy and if he couldn’t pick himself up off the floor after putting himself there then he was pretty useless anyways.

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[atrb=vAlign,top] SHY WINCED and sighed. Today was already going to be a great way, he could tell. He took the hand offered to him and balanced most of his weight on his uninjured ankle, testing it gently before deciding that the swelling would be bad, and it might even turn colors. He wasn't eager to see that. "I figured it'd be easier to do myself, rather than directing you to do it." Artists, Shy knew, could be very picky about how exactly their art was placed. Shy himself was no exception to the rule. Gingerly standing on his injured ankle he decided it would be best to just wait til he got home, and try to scavenge an ace bandage or something to wrap it up. No use worrying over it now, right now it wasn't too bad. "Anyway it looks good there." He crossed his arms and appraised his work with a smile. He needed to touch up his work yes, but it was a good portrait. Of course to Zander's credit he was a great model. Why the hell did that make his stomach flip?

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/DfhFz.png);] LIAR, LIAR, DON'T CRY ON MY SHOULDER, YOU PLAYED WITH FIRE — christina grimmie     He couldn't help but have his eyes glance down at the injured ankle. Zander knew that he shouldn't be standing on it at all, rather he should be sitting down with ice or something. Not that he was a doctor but that's what they did in the movies when someone hurt their ankle right? "I'm pretty sure I could have figured it out. I'm not stupid." He retorted back with his usual callousness. He didn't have a filter for his grumpiness and there was nothing about Shy that was going to make him get one either. He stared at him. He looked pretty pleased with the painting he had done and Zander couldn't really tell why. Yeah it looked good and whatever but who could ever be proud of putting his ugly face on canvas? "Yeah I guess. Your model was shit though." Part of him knew that he was probably going to get hit by Shy after he did what he was planning but it didn't really matter. He could take a punch or two and it wouldn't really bother him. In one swift movement he picked him up with ease and moved towards one of the corner booths. His ankle needed to be tended to before he did something else stupid like try to walk home on it before treating it first. Not that Zander really cared but he didn't want word to get around that he was just letting customers even if this customer was just Shy jump around on tables and hurt themselves. It really wasn't anything at all to pick him up. He'd never really picked up another guy before but with Shy's weight and scrawniness it was almost like picking up a girl. He set him down, gently like he would a girl too and scowled. "Sit there. I'll get ice for your ankle." Walking towards the bar he started shifting things around, looking for something to put the ice in.

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[atrb=vAlign,top] SHY DIDN'T respond much past his stomach seizing up for a few moments before relaxing. It didn't cross his mind that anything could be defined as wrong for what Zander did, just that it was a little strange since he could hobble his way to the table himself. Rubbing the back of his neck he sighed and closed his eyes, head tilted down. "My model was perfectly fine. More than fine actually, rather one of the better ones I've had. Most people try to plaster fake happiness on themselves for a portrait. They're afraid of seeming too sad in paint." Shy reached up to scratch behind one ear, and promptly took out a carton of cigarettes. Though he wasn't planning on smoking, he did tuck one of the petite sticks behind his ear in a familiar notion, unused to the body part being absent of his addiction. Shaking the carton gently he noted he'd have to buy more later before returning home. "You should model for me again. You don't seem too afraid to show your irritation." He glanced back up with his typical bored expression, his ankle resting up on the seat with him. He slouched over and pressed his fingers against the swelling in his ankle. He hissed softly and pressed his lips together, raking his brain for basic medical information.

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[ZANDER MORRISON]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/DfhFz.png);] LIAR, LIAR, DON'T CRY ON MY SHOULDER, YOU PLAYED WITH FIRE — christina grimmie     Involuntarily he scowled again at the comments. If someone was going to paint someone it might as well be honestly. What kind of idiot sat there with a smile on his face and waited around for a lie to be put on canvas? He'd rather have it known that he hates what's going on and everyone involved rather than make them think he was happy about it. He shifted a few things around and found a clean towel to start dumping some ice in. He wasn't really one for the cold himself and it made his hands go numb quickly. Zander didn't even know why he was bothering with all of this anyways. He tied it off and made his way back to the booth where he'd set the scrawny male. He was seriously poking at the bruise? What was he? Five? "Don't poke it idiot. Here." He set the ice on the table and shook his head. Why did some people think it was okay to poke at an injury? How the hell could that ever make it better? "Do you sit in the park and paint like that a lot?" Zander himself went to the park occasionally when he had the tavern closed to practice on his violin. Not that he would ever tell him that. The violin wasn't something that a man played, a fact his father had constantly reminded him of through his childhood.

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"M'not poking. Assessing the damage."

He murmured in self defense, not that he really cared what Zander thought about his habits anyway. It wasn't like he had been called stupid by his peers before. By now he was used to it, the subtle teasing and taunts for his slightly strange habits and way of thinking. He nodded gratefully and grabbed the ice, pressing it firmly to the swelling and watching carefully for bruising. The last thing he wanted was his ankle to turn purple.

"The park is the only place I can really find enough quiet to focus. I can sit there for days and be perfectly fine."

What he didn't mention was that his "episodes" involved him seated in the part with several canvases not eating and chain smoking his way to an early death. His tongue darted out to wet his lips and he fingers twitched at the cigarette behind his ear. He glanced up at Zander and blinked slowly, memorizing every detail of his face and ignoring the twisting feeling in his stomach. The only reason he could possibly feel this way was because of the discomfort of being carried. That was all. It was perfectly normal to feel embarrassed.

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Zander could feel the other male sort of staring at him and he started to feel a bit on the weird side. Probably only because it was another guy and he was staring at him... That was enough to make any straight male feel a little uncomfortable right? He also tried to ignore the fact that he had noticed Shy's tongue dart over his lips. Still he tried not to let it phase him as he took his own seat and tilted the chair back a little.

"If you aren't a doctor the only thing you'll do is make it worse"

Not that I care or anything but jeez. He really wasn't sure what to say now though, Shy had hung the painting and that's what he had been here to do... The injury was an unexpected hitch in the smaller male leaving right away afterwards.

"Want a drink or something?"

He didn't know how old Shy was and rarely did he card the people that came into the tavern. Besides, he looked old enough to drink and that was good enough right? For some reason he knew that he could really use a drink, badly. Something about today was just making his nerves frayed and raw. After sitting for such a short time he pushed himself back up from the chair and stared at the bar for a moment. Either way he was going to have a beer and try to relax a little.

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"I know enough basic medical attention. I just want to minimize the swelling."

With a deep sigh he placed his foot down carefully with the ice balanced on his ankle. Folding his arms on the table he stretched slowly and lay his cheek down. Lazily following Zander through half lidded eyes he shrugged and uttered a noncommitted noise.

"I've never had a drink before."

He drawled slowly. He knew it must have sounded strange, surely he must have had one drink before? Alas it was true, he was dry as could be. It wasn't like he had any friends before, or had ever been to a party. He'd never had any desire to drink before. Though for some reason, the thought of drinking with Zander didn't seem too bad. The urge to drink which he'd never experienced before suddenly seemed a bit appealing, and his curiosity peaked. Leaning back a little bit he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I wouldn't mind trying though."

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Zander gave a rather neutral grunt as he walked over to the bar, his mind only really clicking that Shy was talking when he said that yes he would have a drink. It perked up even more when he said that he'd never had a drink before. It kinda clicked that he hadn't seen him in here before and he had seen just about everyone in town come into the tavern at one point or another for a drink.

"Never had a drink? Don't get out much do ya?"

It wasn't really that bad of a thing, he just didn't know that many people who hadn't at least taken a sip from their parents liquor cabinet as a child. He walked behind the bar and grabbed a few bottles of beer from the cooler. He didn't feel like pouring any from the tab when he was off the clock. Since the other guy hadn't drunk before he wouldn't know the difference.

"Two beers coming up."

He popped the caps off and made his way back, tilting his beer back as he handed Shy's to him. No point in wasting time after all.