bar nights & more / laurent + wren.
lvurentb:
His relationship with the Fontaine’s has always been rocky. During the past two years, Laurent never attempted to make things fixable; it served no purpose. The main issue he held with some of them were that they enjoyed sticking their noses in places it doesn’t belong. For the most part, Red Creek residents, particularly those that lived near him knew Laurent favored privacy. In his mind, the Fontaine’s did not know much about it. The extra addition of the mint leaves led his eyes to squint, trying his best to hide the annoyance beginning to creep through. “Perfect.” Sarcasm seeped, yearning to sulk lower in his chair. Had he predicted this would be the outcome, his footsteps would have been at a different bar elsewhere. “Are you asking because you truly want to know about their wellbeing or no? Because I don’t have time for the bullshit. I’ll make sure to tip for the extra mint leaves that I specifically did not request, by the way.”
“Mustn’t’ve heard you,” his head dropped in response, eyes trained on the spick and span countertop he continued to wipe. Wren’s gaze could bore a hole into the surface, if Laurent just so happened to say the wrong thing. Any definite feelings he held for the man were not based on one on one interactions. The youngest of five kids didn’t take it lightly when any his siblings made an enemy. That might’ve been drawn a tad bit dramatic, but it got the point across. “I’m not making conversation in spite of your kids, Laurent.” He lied through his teeth, but the older witch had to know what he was getting at. A hard fist came down onto the countertop, rag in hand. “You wanna tell me why you’re in here? Couldn’t wait until I was gone?” Although he was there for closing, he wished Laurent could’ve given him business any other night. He could only imagine the disregard for the entire situation, by the look on his face, impatient stare, and overwhelmingly bored tone of voice.