A/N: I'm reallyyyyy bad for doing this and I deeply apologize to my readers of my other currently ongoing fanfic... but hey! I'm starting a new multichapter fic. Before you flip, I am not dropping Devil's Suture. It is still in progress for a reason. Unfortunately my muse for Malec has been very dead, though I assure you all I will get back into it as soon as I can. Due to some unexpected circumstances, I am no longer attending summer school and have endless free time this June, so I should be writing a lot more than usual! Annnnyyyways, for the ones who are confused, welcome. This fic is gonna be a fun ride for y'all. I'm gonna warn you now, there'll be a lil' angst, but this will have a happy ending- much unlike the movie. Heh... /strained sobbing/ .. so here's a fic where these two hopelessly gay idiots find each other in a situation where they still need each other to survive, just not so literally this time... and less old insane men with creepy puppets and torture kinks. I think I'll be sticking to Adam's point of view most of the time, however I will switch to Lawrence here and there. I'm just saying, it may not be too consistent. I hope you like what I can bring you. Life or death, make your choice- Let the game begin- /shot/
"Fuck, Amanda, can you tie this for me?"
"Yeah," her hands swiftly secured the apron to Adam's back. "Watch your language around the customers."
"Whatever," Adam huffed, rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, scrunching his eyebrows stubbornly. "They can deal with it... I hardly slept last night, fuck."
"Adam," she barked his name, and Adam merely sighed in response.
The shop had just opened ten minutes ago and Adam was running late. He woke up late- the power in his apartment went out and came back on at some point in the night, resetting his alarm clock to midnight of January 1st that year, and so naturally his clock did not register that it was supposed to wake him up. Besides his heart-stopping awakening, he had a headache from the previous night's drinking- he may have had a drink or two more than he should of had, but in the moment he was stressed out and just wanted to party a little. He vaguely recalls making out with some goth chick, but he also remembered pushing her away... he went out drinking because he wanted a lay, and when he finally found a girl who was down for a fun night, he turned her away. He remembers she was gorgeous and he had no problem fucking her, but he didn't end up doing what he offered.
Whatever. Maybe he was too tired by that point, and the thought of sex was too taxing...
The bell at the door jingled and Amanda's voice didn't respond, so it was Adam's job to put on the disgusting phony smile. "Welcome to Chance In Counter!" Adam chimed from over his shoulder as he washed his hands in the sink, but inside he was scowling. Fuck this job, he was too tired for this cheery morning bullshit. He glanced over his shoulder to see the customer staring at the menu. He must've been new, since the regular customers usually walk in without a second glance at the menu, order something fast and leave. Or they still don't look at the menu, order the same damn thing and go sit in the corner and read or work on their laptops. Adam couldn't imagine spending every morning in a goddamn coffee shop doing the same goddamn ting every day without getting paid for it. He tried to stop giving those customers funny looks when he wiped down the tables, but he guessed he sucked at hiding his emotions since everyone would give him a dirty look back. Or maybe he just looked annoying. Maybe it was both.
"Can I help you?" Adam reluctantly turned around, and his voice was a little flat. The customer's face was still glued to the menu. He was nothing special- clearly some sort of rich white businessman, blond hair, and clearly married as shown by the wedding ring on his finger.
"Uh, yeah..." he trailed off, then fixed his eyes on Adam. "Just an Americano, please."
"That'll be $2.05," Adam clicked on the cash register and took the... $50 the man handed him. Adam raised an eyebrow. Fucking rich bastards...
"Sorry, I don't have anything smaller on me," the man flashed a smile and chuckled, but Adam just fixed him with an indifferent expression and popped it in the cash register.
"$47.95 is your change," Adam grumbled, handing him his change. The man's smile faded quickly as he took his change back. His butthurt expression pissed Adam off more, and he sharply turned his back on the customer to prepare his coffee.
"Are Monday mornings usually busy, or is it because they're Mondays?" the man tried again from behind Adam, but Adam's head throbbed in response. He sighed.
"You're the only one here, so it's clearly not that busy," Adam's voice was strained as he tried to refrain from bitching the man out entirely. However, his usual sarcastic nature bled through his tone. "And yeah, because it's a fucking Monday... sure."
The air became prickly and Adam damn well knew it was because he dropped a curse, but he figured if the man couldn't handle it he could just leave.
"Sorry, I was just trying to make conversation," Lawrence muttered, a sharp edge to his tone, and that made a wave of hot anger flush through Adam's body. He tensed his shoulders and sighed, shaking his head.
"Maybe you should call your wife if you want to chat," Adam tried not to sound too harsh, but it sounded harsh anyways. There was a bite to his voice this morning.
"I don't really appreciate your attitude..." When Adam turned around to shoot a glare at him, the man's eyes fell down to Adam's apron. "... Adam." He flicked his eyes up to Adam's face once again. "If you want customers to return, you should treat them kindly, regardless of your personal feelings..."
"Sorry, sir," Adam sneered, "Maybe you should call customer service and file a complaint."
"Sure, what's the number?" The man raised an eyebrow, challenging Adam's temper. Adam snorted.
"Why don't you go post pissy 1-star reviews online like everyone else does, or does your generation avoid the internet?" He snickered and got the man's coffee. "Looks like you'll need this to keep your aching bones from creaking every step."
"Very funny," the man narrowed his eyes and took his coffee from Adam's hands roughly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to get to work, there's a kid who needs to get a brain tumor removed today."
"What are you, a surgeon?" Adam cocked his head.
The man was turning away, but he paused and rolled his eyes. "No, I'm a plumber."
"Very funny," Adam snipped, covering his embarrassment from blurting out a... somewhat stupid question. "Well, I hope you like being such a fucking hero."
The man didn't respond. He turned and left, and Adam huffed and went back to cleaning the silverware in the dishwasher. His head was throbbing even more than before. He never wanted to see the man's face again if he could help it. He hoped he chased off the asshole for good.
Amanda returned from the back, noticing Adam's aggressive washing. She leaned against the counter. "Did I miss something?"
"Just some asshat," Adam growled, and Amanda turned as a new customer walked in.
"Welcome to Chance In Counter!" She beamed as if she truly meant it. Adam was envious of her phony smile. He would never understand her kind...