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Post by ASHTON HOLMES on Feb 4, 2014 4:59:07 GMT
Nimble fingers flew over the worn keys of his keyboard as the short detective typed away, updating his files. He paused a moment to sip at the coffee his new assistant had brought him only to sputter. “Cain!” Ash hissed. “This is hazelnut! I didn’t ask for hazelnut.” He really regretted giving a job to the incompetent idiot musician.
A few months has passed since Cain started working for him. It was understandable that a new worker would make a few mistakes, but the idiot still couldn’t get his coffee right. He wore on Ash’s patience too. He could have found comfort in the fact that Cain wasn’t as terrible an employee as he thought he would be. But that would mean thinking positively of the taller man. Impossible. “Bring it back. Make sure it’s right this time.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2014 12:40:20 GMT
He really was normally not like this. He didn't like being this irritated, didn't like being in a mood like this, where all he wanted was hide under the covers and maybe punch a wall. Cain usually didn't like feeling like this - he was showy with his emotions, and didn't think getting angry was an 'ugly' thing (because emotiosn are emotions!) but he still hated how it made him feel so irritated. At everything.
And right now, at his boss.
He was about to leave Ash's area (without much of a word), when he heard his name being called out. Turning around, his eyebrows furrowed, nothing but irritation on his face as Ash told him to redo the coffee. It was as if nothing was going right today. Angrily walking over to Ashton's desk, Cain swiped the mug from Ash's table. Honestly, if he was in a better mood, he'd let it slide, laugh his way out of it, maybe convince Ashton he should try another drink every once in a while, but he wasn't in the mood today, and frankly, Ashton was getting on his nerves.
"The fuck is this, I bet it's just you making a big deal like always," he muttered, low enough to seem like a mumble but still loud enough to be heard clearly by anyone near. Not even noticing he was still near Ash's desk, he turned around, making his way out the door with the mug in hand.
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Post by ASHTON HOLMES on Feb 6, 2014 0:57:16 GMT
The dark haired musician-turned-assistant stomped into his office to pluck up the coffee. Ash hadn’t noticed his foul mood when he came in that morning. Now it was clear in the words he uttered just loud enough for him to hear. “Excuse you?” Ash piped up, frown curling on his lips. “Is that anyway to speak to your employer Cain?”
No wonder he had been unemployed. “I was generous enough to give you a job and you have the nerve to speak to me like that?” Ash’s voice was low and laden with a simmering anger. “I don’t ask much of you Cain, only that you bring me the right coffee and do whatever errands I ask of you correctly.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 5:52:29 GMT
The voice stopped him from going any further. And he was so close to the exit, too. All Cain wanted was to get out of there. Honestly, he hadn't meant to snap at Ashton - it just happened. He was in a terrible mood and when he got in one, there was nothing stopping him from bursting. Matching the frown on Ash's face, Cain looked behind him, narrowing his eyes at the older man.
"I'm grateful you gave me a job, but you're ridiculous, Ash." He tried to keep his voice level, he really did, but it was so hard when he was so angry at Ash's words, and the whole situation. "I'm not your slave, god. And you're so picky! What the hell do you need hazelnut for, when that coffee's good enough?! It's like I can't do anything right with you." He rolled his eyes, turning to leave. Part of him said he should apologize, that it really was his fault that he exploded like that, yet the larger part of him said it wasn't his fault at all.
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Post by ASHTON HOLMES on Feb 14, 2014 3:37:45 GMT
Ash was generally in a foul mood. His pale face was rarely grace by any sort of smile. Even his sister put up with a constant scowl. However, the expression etched on his face was quite unlike his usual frown. He didn’t say a single word for the moment and simple listened as Cain went on with his outburst. When he was finished, smoldering gold eyes locked the taller man’s gaze.
“You’re an idiot.” He stated simply, though laden with every ounce of venom in him. “Your job is my assistant. While I do my job, you’re supposed to do the things I can’t be bothered with. What did you expect?” He straightened up in his chair, trying to raise himself as much as his stature would allow. “And if you possessed the brain power to listen, you would have heard that I didn’t want hazelnut, which that coffee clearly is flavored. You just continue to always hear what you want to hear while you prance off to your little fantasy world. If I had know you were this useless, I wouldn’t have agreed to give you a job.”
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