* // when busy streets a mess with people, bastian

[Chevrolet Winchester]

Despite the fact Chey was often treated like one, she wasn’t a child. She’d been through far too much to even feel like a child anymore. But she had fought like hell over the years to keep the part of her that could still squee and bounce and giggle. The part of her that liked to sit on the couch flicking Ben in the ear until he blew a gasket and yes, called people stupid heads. In a world where you never knew what was going to happen or when you were safe, it was sometimes hard to keep yourself sane and thought it was true that most the people around them hadn’t been as, well I guess you could say fortunate as Chey had. Even if sometimes she could be silly and strange, she’d rather that than pessimistic and bitter at twenty one years old. So yes, what she called him was silly, and yes he laughed at her but it was worth the raised eyebrow and the fact he probably thought she was insane to hear that laugh. He then told her not to worry about the cost and to remember he was a Blair. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes teasingly as she looked onto him. It wasn’t like it was a date and hell if it was Chey was the kind of girl that would still insist on paying her own way. But she didn’t argue, she knew it would get her no where. So instead she just smiled at him and muttered a “Thank you.”

Chey had turned her attention onto Bastian, asking what had been going on with him. Honestly, when he said about Simi, Chey felt her heart sink a little bit. Well hell she knew that Simi had been aloof of late but she never thought Simone Blair would have caused her brother any worry. Though he hadn’t admitted his worry there was something about the way he said it that just made it clear there was worry between those beautiful yet intense eyes of his. Then Bastian turned and asked her if she’d heard from her lately. Her eyebrows rose ever so slightly as she wished she could give Bastian the answer that he clearly wanted and then tell him what was wrong, but she couldn’t. Her head reluctantly shook. “Jess and I were only talking about it the other day. A few months ago she just suddenly became really… distant. I mean I’ve spoken to her a few times but its been almost like she doesn’t want to talk, she’s keen to get rid of me!” Chey’s nose wrinkled with a shrug. She couldn’t not be honest with the guy but she was sure this wouldn’t make him feel any better. “But I know she sees Karlie a lot, again Karls doesn’t really tell me anything. She’s my boss and my friend but hell, Simi’s family business and there for none of mine!” Bastian probably would have been better off asking his cousin. If anyone knew she would.

The biggest perk of being a regular at a coffee shop wasn’t just that they knew your drink, but Chey also they knew how you liked it, so the swirls of whipped cream on top of her drink was so perfectly her. The girl had a huge thing about whipped cream. Hell she’d probably trade a brother for a can of whipped cream. (Booyah, cbox reference for the win!) Chey swiped her finger through the cream, gently sucking it off her finger before bringing the cup to her lips, the cup of liquid heaven making her taste buds tingle. It was heavenly, enough to make Chey forget about everything else in the world. Oh and apparently make her oblivious to the fact that she now had a little whipped cream moustache going on.

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[bastian]

I'm on the front line
Don't worry I'll be fine
The story is just beginning
I say goodbye to my weakness
Hold on to no regrets
And now I know that I'm alive


Bastian listened as Chey spoke, his heart sinking a bit when she hadn’t heard from Simi anymore than he had. He was unsettled by this whole situation. Everything Simi was doing was entirely unlike her, no matter how hard she tried to pretend that everything was okay. There subtle differences in her voice. The things she said and the way she said them.

Bastian was about to say something, but lost all his concentration when he looked over at Chey again just to realize she had a little white mustache of the whip cream variety. Damn it if it didn’t make her look even cuter. She really had grown up to be a beautiful woman.

He stopped himself right there. That was a bad road to go down. Instead he took a napkin and leaned forward, wiping the mustache from her face, a smile still playing on his lips.

“You never good keep the food off your face. Even when you were a kid, Winchester.” He chuckled and then crumpled up the napkin tossing it on the table. Sipping his coffee, Bastian looked over at her.
“So what are you doing out this way anyways?”

[Chevrolet Winchester]

Well now that was just embarrassing… ‘Here let me clean your face like your child’. -_- Way to go Chey!! There was a smile on his lips and chuckle at his words but part of Chey wondered if he was just laughing at her, not with her. He had to say how she was a messy eater as a kid didn’t he?? Her freckled cheeks turned a heavy shade of beetroot. “Yeahhhh I had actually got better!!” She said, letting out an awkward laugh. Seriously, she still had a problem that sometimes she didn’t think about how much she ate or whether she even looked relatively ladylike, this was why the littlest Winchester was still yet to have ever been out to eat with a guy she was dating. Was the weird? Meh, eating was her hang up. One thing Chey wouldn’t be able to do however is stop eating though it was a lot more evident when she was younger. There was a reason she earned the nickname Porky. Diets weren’t her forte, for one thing she’d never been good on eating salad and vegetables and fruit was mainly good in pies and cakes. That was the strangest thing about being pregnant, she had a wicked craving for vegetables. Carrots and ranch dressing, mmmm that was nine months of heaven for her.

Bastian had asked Chey what she was doing out this way and she finally was able to pull her mind off the subject of food and try and return her skin to his normal color, the only blush to it courtesy of the mac make up she’d stolen off Karlie. “I just got out of…” Chey frowned slightly as the sound of Airplanes filling the quiet coffee shop as Chey lifted her pelvis, trying desperately to wriggle her phone out of her pocket as she finished her sentence simply with the word “…work.” Reading the display on her phone Chey frowned and held up one finger. “Speakin’ of… Gimmie a sec.” Chey pressed the button and answered the phone, pulling it up to her ear and starting to speak to the panicked voice on the other end, the sound of crying in the background evident as well as worrying. “Hey, what’s up Karls?…… Calm down sweety….. Well is she okay??…. Yeah I didn’t quite get home, I’m just round the corner…. Yeah I can be there in a matter of minutes… It’s fine sweety…. Yeah I’m going to leave now and I’ll be there in less than 5 minutes… Okay, Love you too!! I hope she gets better soon and kick Damara’s ass for me…. Byyyeee!”

It would be the one day that Chey bumped into an old friend she hadn’t seen for years that she got called back into work. Typical. Chelsea wouldn’t stop crying and Damon’s car broke down. The guy had so many of the damn things Chey had a theory that when they broke down it was them punishing him for neglecting them for so long. “Eurgh I gotta head back to work.” Now she was glad to have the caffeine and sugar kick, she’d need it to get through another shift. Chey was honestly enjoying the catch up and so as a thought occurred to her that she just had to come out and say. “Obviously you can feel free to say no but I don’t supposed you like…. Want to come keep me company? The nights are slow, its generally just the regulars and they keep themselves to themselves… I might even be able to score you free drinks too..” Chey waggled her brows lightly and giggled, trying to make it an offer he couldn’t refuse despite the fact she’d already told him he was free to do so.

[bastian]

Bastian couldn’t help but smile at the way Chey rambled on. The wiggling eyebrows and the giggle definitely added to the appeal. Honestly how could he say no to that? He figured most men would find it hard to say no to Chey, but if she was anything like Bastian remembered, Chey didn’t know exactly how sexy she was. That also added to the appeal.

Looking down, Bastian realized he was still wearing his red basketball shorts and tank top. He was surprised that rugged man odor wasn’t wafting through out the coffee house from his work out at the gym. He could definitely say they made their coffee potent here. The aroma saved the patrons from being assaulted by manly musk.

A club night sounded good though. A quick shower, a nice outfit, and a quick splash cologne he’d be the epitome of Blair perfection. It really didn’t take much work. He game from good genes, and just by looking at him, people could tell. Grinning he looked back at Chey. “You mind if I meet you there? I don’t want to walk into a club and scare all your customers away.” He winked at her.

[Chevrolet Winchester]

Well she couldn’t argue with the offered removal of man stank now could she? Chey pretended to think about it for a moment before nodding with a grin. “Yeah, I guess I can deal with that.” She said drinking down most of her drink and checking the time on her phone. “You know how to get to the bar right?” She asked, making sure before he knew before moving to kiss his cheek and skipping out of the shop. Chevrolet practically ran to the bar. Once she got there she let Tammy go and then slid behind bar. Chey wasn’t stupid. She knew how things could get here and she also knew there was clothes out back. She asked one of the guy she knew to watch the bar, locking the till and taking the key with her as she slid out to quickly change and then slipped back behind the bar. It wasn’t just the fact that Bastian was coming here, but also that jeans, t-shirt and messy hair weren’t exactly what she was most comfortable working in. She liked to at least look nice. The a quick liner and gloss touch up and Chey was sorted. She stood happily behind the bar, talking to one of the customers about her dad. The ex-hunter was telling Chey all about how he admired Dean for still going at it. Still fighting the good fight. Chey couldn’t help but inform him that if her dad made it to 90, he’d still be trying to get out of his chair to go shoot rocksalt at any spirits floating around his nursing home. It was a joke of course, she couldn’t imagine she’d ever put her dad into a nursing home, but it sure as hell got a laugh out of the retired hunter before her. She was amazed at how busy the place was. It may have still been quiet but for what Chey was used to, it was a surprise to say the least.

clicky for outfit

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