Trixie gave him a glare over her shoulder as he walked off, leaning over the edge of the fountain with a scoff. "What an ass." She muttered, turning and hopping up so she could sit on the edge of it. Even if he had been a prick, he was still company. Now she didn't have anyone to talk to, or any idea what to do. After sitting there for a while watching happy people pass and feeling insignificant, she spoke to a few people. People who were totally enchanted with this world. Insanely happy. Not a problem to be had. The more people she met, the more she found herself wishing her... acquaintance hadn't left. So with a sigh, she hopped off the fountain boredly and trailed off the way he had come. She popped into a few stores boredly, never getting anything. Eventually, she found a pub sort of establishment- it looked nice enough, it was quite busy, and not just with creepy old men and sex offenders. She blew out a small breath as she walked toward the bar, really just ignoring her surroundings as she sat down. She watched her hands boredly and mulled over the events of the last hour or two in her mind with a slightly dreamy look in her eyes.

The next 20 or so minutes for Matt seemed to drag on painfully slow, seeing as for the 5th day in a row, he had been stuck behind the bar, serving anyone and everyone that looked at him. Whilst the compliments and various hidden tips were flattering, it was humbling. If you had a job, you might aswell scream to the whole world you were put on a prison sentence. Or as the new arrivals would see it as, "punishment." He was grateful to have the 20 minutes even slightly made easier by yet another one of the "models," Kiara. She was the same as the rest, your typical 5'7 skinny brunette, although he seemed a lot closer with her than anyone else. And she was just as loud. He leant against the bar, raking a hand through his hair and she chatted loudy about the same party the other girl had been going on about, and all he could do was smile and listen, occasionaly flirting with her-which she was receptive too. His expression was changed however, as his eyes landed on someone who had just sat down-the girl he had spoken too earlier. He let Kiara know he would be back, then slipped out down to the edge of the bar, facing the girl he had spoken too just a few feet away. "Couldnt keep away?" He asked jokingly, looking her up and down again, though a little less intimidating than before.

Trixie blinked out of her reverie and made sure to sound as uninterested as possible. "Right. I just missed you so much." She said sarcastically, looking right back at him with a small, almost frustrated sigh. He made it very hard not to be attracted to him, even in whatever punishment he was serving. She had been quickly explained who waitstaff and workers were- and she still didn't really understand it, but oh well. "You see, I never would have taken you for someone who needed to be punished." She teased, her tone slipping into a playful territory that blurred the line between teasing and flirting.

Matt shot her a flat look at her second comment, quickly shoving a drink towards someone before turning his attention back to her. "Your sarcasm isnt funny" He said, letting the teasing smile break back out again. He gave a rather audible sigh as some old rich looking guy clicked his fingers in his direction, asking for more drinks than it seemed he needed. He had done this every single day, and every time it irritated Matt more. "might aswell have another stroke" he mumbled, shoving another couple pints his way, nrrowing his eyes at Kiara, who had wandered over and perched herself on the stall nex to the other girl. Matt turned back to the girl, leaning on the counter. "Anyway. Are you gonna tell me your name now? Or get all stroppy and walk off again?" He asked, his tone half teasing, half just plain irritation.

"Well, you seem to like it enough even so." Trixie joked, laying her forearms on the bar and leaning forward. She raised her eyebrows in interest at the way he was treated, getting called away like a dog. No wonder he's a prick. She thought, watching him until a bitchy, daddy's money kind of girl stalked over. She couldn't help but think the girl put her to shame, but Matt seemed purely interested in her. It made her feel... a little special. She didn't back down when he leaned over the bar as well, bringing them rather close together. She tilted her head at him teasingly. "I don't know, sweetheart. Why don't you guess?" She suggested lightly.

it seems like at some point they should be put into a rather toxic relationship, it comes off that way that that's whatll happen paha))

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Matt raised his eyebrows at the fact the girl stayed put, inhaly deeply at how close he had seem to put himself. He held the ye contact with her for a couple more seconds, trailing his tongue over his bottom lip with a small smile, before backing up, standing up straight again. "you don't have to tell me, im in no way bothered. i'm fine with you staying as just a pretty face" he shrugged, giving her a small wink before disappearing round the corner of the bar to grab a couple more glasses, then settling them down, ready to re-fill. He watched as Kiara turned his attention to the girl, sipping lightly through a straw. "just be grateful he's showing you any attention" she said softly, her rather posh english accent showing through. She lingered for a little bit, reached across the bar to give Matt a small kiss on the cheek before finally heading away, to join some other random guys.

Trixie broke the eye contact for a split second to watch his tongue trail over his lip, smiling slightly as she held his gaze again. "Awh, are you calling me pretty? I'm flattered." She joked, sitting back slightly and leaning less heavily over the bar. Trixie arched an eyebrow at the girl coldly. "Do you really think I need his attention or your opinion to validate myself? Because if you do, you are sorely mistaken." She said flatly. She rolled her eyes as the woman stalked away, glancing off around the bar.

"Don't get your hopes up love, you're nothing special" Matt said, this time without a smile. He had a rather strange habit of scaring others by going from happy to blunt in seconds, just to act like nothing happened. He then gave a heavy shrug, pulling a wine glass down from above him, filling it up slowly as he spoke. "Did you want a drink or did you just come to a pub to do absolutely nothing?" He asked, shooting a sarcastic smile at her before passing the now full wine glass on to the woman waiting. He had grown to learn almost everyone's order, it always seemed to be the same. That was one bad thing about this world-it was s incredibly..repetitive. Matt served a couple more orders, before looking down at his phone, which he had set down on the bar. It wasnt even midday yet and he had already grown insanely bored. He let out another sigh, dipping into the backroom to grab ice, leaving his phone unlocked and on the bar.

"I'll keep that in mind, sweetheart." Trixie responded, tilting her head at the sudden change. "Obviously I came to annoy you, but otherwise, I'll take whatever drink you decide to give me." She shrugged. She glanced at his phone as he pulled it out, figuring she would have to get one soon. As he left, she tilted her head at his phone in curiousity, but didn't touch it.

Matt nodded slowly, shoving her whatever drink his hand landed on first-just pure vodka. "Enjoy" He spoke, giving a small sarcastic smile before stuffing his phone back in his pocket. He was just about done with work, not by his hours, by his own mind. It was friday anyway, missing just one day of the week wouldnt hurt. He prised off the over-shirt which he was forced to wear to stand behind the bar, tossing it back on the inner stools, before heading round to the front, settling on the stool beside the girl. Just as he was setting himself up to leave, hiding slightly from the pub owner, his co worker, for the second time that week, decided to "trip" slightly, throwing half a bucket of freezing, soapy water over him. As used to the prank as he was, it still made him want to commit murder every time. He let out a small groan in protest, juming up slightly, liftig his shirt to clean his face. It was becoming a regular occurance by this point, and he was sure most of the people in there found it hilarious. He tugged his shirt back down, and after a couple rather..stern words were thrown in the mans direction, turned toward the door, shaking water off at the girl on purpose. "have fun staying by yourself" he muttered, keeping his hand firmly over the only scar left on his stomach that was actually painful, wincing as the water seeped through, before eventually heading out the pub door.