1x1 w/ deco. + Moe

[deco.]

Fallon Westbrook


Fallon got herself into a rhythm, she’d take an order then go make the drink and then repeat the process. Her line was moving fairly fast and people were coming in and out at a good pace, no one had to wait long for their drink. When Milo offloaded his duty onto her she tilted her head as she looked at the cup he set in front of her. Fallon excused herself from the customer she was currently helping and went to make the special order. She was glad Milo asked for her help instead of trying to make it on her own, it was a fairly specific order and she would have to teach him how to make it later. Right now would not be the best time to do so. Placing the lid on top of the drink she handed it to the customer. The brunette went back to her station and apologized to the customer and finished up their order. The line kept moving along steadily although, seemingly to no end. She looked up at the clock that was across the room; it was just past 6:50. They definitely had a while to go before things would eventually calm down. She’d estimate around 7:40 was when the lines would die down. They had just less of an hour before that would eventually happen.

Fallon almost spilt the drink she was making when she heard the excited sound of her Irish coworker exclaim about someone coming back from the dead. It pained her to admit it but sometimes she couldn’t quite understand Milo, she turned around unamused by his sudden disruption. Turning around she gave the customer the drink she had prepared for them and went over to Milo to see what all the fuss was about. She sighed and was about to tell him he could visit his friend for later when she saw who it was. “Oh! It’s nice to see you again… Umm?” She said unsure of his name. Fallon was a bit relieved to know that she didn’t scare him off last night. “And what can I get for you this morning?” She asked Jena, getting ready to write down his order.





Holden Court


He was a bit shocked to hear that Jena had gone there the previous night, it didn’t seem like a place he would want to visit. Holden hummed, he figured he might pay Fallon a visit today after all. After his appointments today he would make an effort to stop by if she was still working. He raised an eyebrow quizzingly as Jena rejected his money. “Alright.” Holden agreed not to drag it out any further. Folding the bill with his fingers he slid it back into his wallet. Holden wasn’t used to Jena’s politeness, he knew him to keep to himself as he watched the artists do their work. Holden often wondered what designs Jean could come up with; he had seen him in the corner drawing a few times but never bothered to disturb him while he was doing so. Running his hand through his hair he got back to work fiddling with the outline of a few tattoos.

Once satisfied with how he would ink the tattoo on his client, he sat down on a chair in the back and fiddled around on his phone. He thought about texting Fallon to let her know that he had ordered something but considering what time it was, it wouldn't be the best time to disturb her. Plus, he hoped that Jena wouldn’t be too much of a distraction to her either. He assumed the two met last night but from past experience he knows how off putting Jena's appearance could be. He knew he was worrying too much about her, Fallon had reassured him multiple times that she was fine and hadn’t had many problems at night and yet, he couldn’t help but worry.

[м o e]

Jena Ruita

He was also very surprised by Milo's outburst, but glad to know he recognized him; though he supposed it wasn't hard to forget him just based off appearance. Jena felt a slight bit of awkward panic when Milo called Fallon over and he leaned forward a bit, tapping the top of Milo's hand to get his attention. This was probably the most 'rude' thing Jena would willingly do, but he hated people making a ruckus over him. "Please, friend, don't hold up the line on my account." He said with a frown. He turned to Fallon as she approached and asked what he wanted, sounding unsure what to call him. This is only a bit flustering. Jena thought, taking a deep breath and smiling a greeting to Fallon. "So sorry, I'm Jena. My coworker Holden sent me, he said you would know what he wants..? And I'd love a black Americano with honey, please." He told the girl, taking in her appearance and noting how early it was. Apparently they both unexpectedly had to be up early today.

He hoped she knew who he was talking about or else this would be even more terribly awkward. He shifted his weight onto one hip and looked back at Milo, who had thankfully returned to helping the long line. He hadn't seen the taller man in a couple years at least, but it was good to see a familiar face. Maybe when he got back to the shop he'd text him. Jena wondered if he could introduce him to Holden, but they both seemed more of the alpha male type, and that could cause problems. Milo liked to be the loudest in the room. Returning to reality from his thoughts, Jena pulled out his wallet and set his money down on the counter for Fallon. "I'm sorry I left last night without saying anything, I feel I must have made a very bad first impression." He said, trying not to sound as upset about it as he was. The more he thought about it, the more he realized he mostly felt bad because he found her...cute. But he wasn't about to consciously admit it.

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Milo Scott

The boisterous man almost let himself feel embarrassed when Jena tapped him on the hand; Jena never did that. He stared at him for a split second, then looked from him to Fallon. Was Jena turning pink? A grin slowly spread across Milo's face and he stepped back, nodding. "Alright, alright don't 'ave to tell me twice." He chuckled, switching registers with Fallon. He took the next customers order and thankfully it was easy so he could stay nearby and listen in on the conversation unfolding. He kept one eye on Fallon, trying to read her body language while also preparing a coffee. He handed it to the customer, put the money away, then took the next order. This repeated and he held in a groan; this would take forever. Normally he loved morning rush, having something to do was the best way for him to stay productive. But right now his mind was on an old friend, and he had to admit it'd been a bit lonely recently. He decided then he'd find out where Jena was working and pop in after morning rush sometime. Maybe today since Fallon was helping out already.

He was thinking all this when a customer walked back up to the counter and angrily told him he'd made his drink wrong. An angry heat rose up in Milo and he almost snapped at him to drink his dang coffee; but he took a deep breath and smiled. "So sorry mate, lemme get that right for you." He said with pained politeness and remade the coffee, triple-checking it this time before handing it back. Oi, people sometimes.

[deco.]

Fallon Westbrook


Fallon took note of his name, Jena. It seemed fitting enough. Her face lit up when he mentioned that Holden had sent him, “Holden? Tell that big oaf to come visit. I haven’t seen him for a while.” She said with a friendly smile. The two of them had butt heads over “Fallon’s questionable employee choices” and the fact that Holden worried about her so much. She was capable of handling herself and besides if she was in trouble he’d be the first person to know. After calling the cops of course. She wondered if the blonde felt bad for their argument and that’s why he hadn’t paid her a visit for a while; a thought she would dwell on later. Fallon hummed as she wrote down ‘BLK Americano + HNY’ on the side of a to-go cup and set it down to the side. “Is that everything?” She asked, making sure that he didn’t forget anything. She took a better look at Jena’s appearance this time, feeling less intimidated by his unique style. She found it charming in a way, his eyes were pink today instead of red, which probably added to the less intimidating factor.

Fallon went on to make Jena and Holden’s drinks, she put both the drinks in a tray and then warmed up a cheese croissant for the blonde and wrapped it up and set it on top of the tray. Fallon slid it forward and took Jena’s money and put it into the cash register before handing back his change. “Oh! That’s alright.” She said a small blush forming across her cheeks, “I was handling some business in the back so… Don’t worry too much about that.” Fallon tilted her head slightly hearing that he felt that he had made a bad first impression, “Oh no no, not at all! In all honesty I thought I had scared you off.” She said awkwardly, laughing a bit. “Well, there you are… Oh and can you tell Holden I’m not mad at him.” She said with a bit of a smile. Hopefully with that information he would stop avoiding her and actually come pick up his coffee on his own. Fallon looked past Jena and saw the lines were still going steady. She sighed as this was going to be a long day. She would just have to wait it out until the people who were slated for the afternoon before she’d be able to go home and take a nap before turning around and having to come back here and work again in the night. She contemplated not opening tonight, a decision she would make later.





Holden Court



idk he's minding his business or whatever,,,

[м o e]

Jena Ruita

He was very surprised when he realized Fallon was the one Holden knew. Huh, and he knew Milo? Small world apparently. He nodded to her question, trying hard to not get lost in thought as he followed her with his pink gaze. The sun in the windows seemed to make her brown hair glow, like honey. He really liked honey. The thought made him smile and he nodded again. ”I’ll be sure to tell him, here-“ He made a bold decision and pulled out a piece of paper, scribbling his phone number on it and sliding it over to her. ”I promise I’m not trying to make this more awkward, but if you want, text me. I’ll let you know what Holden says about being called a big oaf.” He chuckled lightly, trying to hide his smile behind his black hair. ”And uh, you didn’t scare me off...quite the opposite.” He added, not meeting her gaze in sudden shyness. This was a lot more blunt and out there than he normally allowed, but something about her urged him to.

~TS~

Jena spent the rest of the day at work, telling Holden that Fallon wasn’t mad and that he should probably go say hi sometime. He mostly stayed quiet though, not really in the mood to chat about everything suddenly going on for him. He grew up with so many emotions that now he was a master at blocking it out. He was also great at not completely shutting down, which is where the practiced politeness came in. He just didn’t confront his feelings. He frequently found himself checking his phone to see if she’d actually text him. Maybe he was crazy for that, she only just today learned his name. The punk sighed and went back to watching Holden finish the last appointment for the day.

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Milo Scott

Milo had worked until late afternoon, then told Fallon to call him if she needed help for anything else. He now sat at home, wondering what sort of trouble he could entertain himself with for the rest of the day. “Bet that know-it-all is still in the shop with Jena. Should’ve known he’d be working with the one guy I can’t stand.” The red head muttered to himself. Slowly, he smiled as an idea formed in his head. He got up suddenly and headed out, kicking his skateboard out in front of him and launching himself down the street. What he had in mind would probably make poor Jena turn ghost white, but man would it be funny. He guessed and hoped the tattoo parlor would still be open this late as he skated downtown past shops and people walking. He had his favorite jacket on again, made him feel like a classic old-school street kid.

He stopped as he got closer to the place Jena and Holden worked and kicked his board up into his hand, readjusting his hat. He took a breath, rolled his shoulders, and pushed open the door. “Hullo boys! Nice to see ya.” He greeted, instantly making direct eye contact with Holden in a challenging way.

[deco.]

Fallon Westbrook


Fallon blushed as she received Jena’s number. In most circumstances she would just shrug it off but she didn’t mind getting his number. She would make sure to text him later, she was certain Holden would have something to say in response to the ‘oaf’ comment. She couldn’t help but watch Jena for a bit as he left, staring for a bit too long until a customer snapped her back to reality, she slid the paper Jena handed her into the pocket of her apron and began to take orders. The day carried on as per usual, quickly going through orders. She was glad to have Milo alongside her, she was sure if she had to handle the morning rush alone she would break down from stress. Luckily enough time moved quickly and before she knew it, it was time for the afternoon shift to take over, who were a bit surprised to actually see Fallon there so late. The brunette was dying to get some rest, she let the assistant manager know if there was an issue to call her and she’d deal with it as soon as she could. Fallon wasted no time getting home, once she was in bed she conked out almost instantly.

She woke up much later in the day, she sighed seeing as she would have to head right back to the shop. Fallon laid in bed for a bit and reached for her phone, she realized that she hadn’t texted Jena yet. Feeling a bit bad for keeping him waiting she rolled out of bed and looked around on her floor for her apron. She rushed out of the store so quickly she had forgotten to leave it at work. Seeing it rest on the floor at the foot of her bed she picked it up and fished around in the pockets for the paper that Jena had written his number on. She sat on the edge of her bed and entered his number into her phone. Fallon hummed a bit wondering what she should say to him. She fooled around with a few messages before deciding on one. “Hey Jena! It’s Fallon :) Sorry for the late message, I was so swamped this morning and I zoinked out as soon as I got home.” She sent him, hoping that was a good first text to send.






Holden Court


Holden was busy focusing on carefully inking a customer’s back, he did not like to be disturbed, especially while he was deeply focused. He couldn’t afford making a mistake that would be permanent on someone’s body. So when he heard the annoying tinge of a specific irishman, he couldn’t help but excuse himself from the customer he was working on and stand up and look the man straight in his eyes. Although he was shorter than the red haired boy, he never let that detail particularly bother him. He crossed his arms across his chest and went over to Milo, he knew that he was probably here to cause trouble but he was going to be civil for the time being. “Are you here for an appointment?” He asked him. Holden reached over the reception desk and checked for Milo’s name, when he didn’t see his name written down he scrunched his face and sighed. Clenching the schedule book a bit tight as he set it down. “Your name doesn’t seem to be on here. Would you like to make one? ” He asked not wanting to create any issues while at work, "We can probably squeeze you in for next week.." He added on, hoping Milo would catch the tone and go away. Holden did not want to waste the energy handling Milo’s immature nature. The space around the two was tense and he still refused to believe that Fallon had hired this guy with no issue. He was trouble and everyone knew it.

[м o e]

Milo Scott

The slightly taller male smirked at Holden, but he simply shrugged his shoulders and leaned one arm against the counter. ”Thought you took walk-ins? Besides, I’m not here for you mate. Came to see my lad Jena here.” He waved to the punk, but his eyes didn’t leave Holden’s. This was very amusing to him. “You saying I’m not a welcome customer?” He added, a slight challenge in his tone. He knew full well Holden was tense and annoyed, and he played off it. “I’m sure Fallon wouldn’t be much pleased to hear you turned away her coworker. You big oaf.” He said the last part with emphasis then laughed, though it didn’t reach his eyes.

He had no idea how well Holden’s self-control was but he was about to find out. The athletic male was well prepared to take a hit, or run, whichever ended up being more amusing in the end. Right now he was thinking the latter as Jena was currently in the room and he knew how much the guy hated fighting.

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Jena Ruita

Jena had just appeared around the corner when Milo entered and he smiled at his greeting, not immediately noticing the hostility radiating off Holden. He opened his mouth to reply when his coworker walked over and spoke about having an appointment. That’s when he noticed. “Oh they definitely have history…and it’s definitely not good.” He thought with panic. Just then his phone buzzed in his pocket and he looked away from the two other guys for a moment to check. It wasn’t often he got a text, he didn’t use social media much and preferred talking to people face to face. His heart beat a little faster though when he saw it was from Fallon. Strange, he didn’t normally react like that when a friend texted.

He tried to zone out the issue currently unfolding behind him as he turned and tried to think of a good reply. He felt super old when he tried to text people. That’s fine, I can imagine you were very tired. I’m glad you texted back! Are you back at work already? He read it about three times before finally hitting send. He smiled a little, turning back to the two taller men who were, unfortunately, sounding more and more tense with every second. He bit his tongue for the moment though, hoping Milo had the good sense to drop it, or at the very least not drag Jena into it.

[deco.]

Fallon Westbrook


Running her hands through her hair Fallon awaited Jena’s reply, her heart was pounding a bit. She tried to shake off her nervousness but it wouldn’t go away. She kept checking her phone every moment she could, typically she would keep her ringtone off but she flicked it on as she didn’t want to miss Jena’s text. She grabbed the brush that was on her side table and ran it through her hair, she got changed from the clothes she wore the previous night. For this shift she would opt to put her hair up for this upcoming shift. When she heard her phone ding her heart pounded once again. Fallon took a deep breath as she reached for the phone, there was no way she should be this anxious about receiving a text from a new friend. The brunette had a smile on her face as she read Jena’s message. She was glad that she was in the comfort of her own home while reading her text, anyone would easily identify her giddiness.

She hummed as she thought about what she was going to type, “Yeah! I was pretty pooped when I got home, I’m just about to head out. Will I see you later?” She sent back. Her heart rapidly pounded as she had basically invited him to come see her as if they had been old friends. Fallon swallowed and fell back on her bed a bit embarrassed now. She put her hands on her face as it heated up, eventually she would get over the first text jitters but as of right now she couldn’t help but be excited to receive a text from the man. Fallon sat up and grabbed her work keys off her side table and took short but quick strides out the door and off to go to work for the second time today.







Holden Court


Holden sighed as he crossed his arms across his chest again, “We’re a bit busy at the moment… No chairs, so we can make you an appointment if you’d like to make one.” He offered still trying to be civil. When Milo mentioned he was here for Jena he turned around and raised an eyebrow toward him before looking back at the disturbance in the room. “Not at all as long as you have an appointment.” He said and swallowed. He did not want to waste too much more time on Milo as he had a customer to finish up on but he figured if he could humor the red head for a bit he would get bored and go away. Hearing Milo use Fallon’s name to try and poke at him almost made him lose it and chase the guy out. “She would be more disappointed to know that you are here disrupting business… I warned her about you.” Holden said, squeezing his forearm to control himself, his muscles flexing as he squeezed.

As irritated as he was with Milo he wouldn’t cause much of a ruckus at work, he couldn’t risk it. “Jena, come get your friend.” Holden said and turned around huffing slightly as he headed back to his work area to tend to his customer. He took a deep breath and apologized to the customer he was working on. Holden grabbed a fresh pair of gloves and got back to work leaving Milo to his own devices. He would definitely try and talk to Fallon about it later, perhaps she could talk some sense into Milo.

[м o e]

Jena Ruita

He hated conflict and he wasn't sure why Milo was causing it, but then again it was Milo. He was probably just bored, or lonely. Jena knew him well enough to know there was some reason, even if it didn't validate his actions. He was about to walk over to help diffuse the situation when his phone buzzed in his pocket again. His heart jumped, he didn't expect Fallon to reply so quickly, but he was glad she did. He resisted the urge to look right away, instead going to stand by Holden. "I'm very sorry to hold you up Milo." He said, glancing back at Holden as the blonde guy returned to his client. Jena sighed and wondered what to do, and how to do it without making either of the much taller males angry with him.

"Could you wait outside for a moment? I'll be right out." He said finally, going back into the staff room. He couldn't get his mind off Fallon and he wouldn't be helpful until he'd responded to her. He pulled out his phone, a smile lighting his dark features immediately. She wanted to...see him? This was a pleasant surprise. "Of course, I'd love to stop by." He sent back, then stood and thought for a moment before sending her another. "Also...take it easy on Milo if Holden talks to you, he doesn't realize his own trouble sometimes." He sent the text, wondering if that was stepping into things more than he should. He glanced out into the lobby and was relieved to see Milo had listened and went outside, then he looked back at his phone.

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Milo Scott

He raised an eyebrow at Holden, looking around the fairly empty shop. "No chairs? Sounds like you're just trying to get rid of me if you want to speak honestly." He said back, straightening and crossing his arms as well. Two could play at who's the bigger guy in the room. He chuckled as he mentioned Fallon and shook his head. "Last I checked lad she hired me, not you, and she'd love to know I got turned away by her dear friend." He raised his voice as he saw Holden turning away from him. He hated being ignored and he didn't want to end the conversation there. "Come get a cup sometime mate, we can finish this then aye?" He called after him, then turned to Jena. "I can easily get you a new job if you need." He huffed, then walked outside as Jena instructed.

He slammed the door and paced the sidewalk. Would Fallon get mad about this? He was just having a bit of fun, not his fault Holden seemed to have a tiny violin on his shoulder all the time. He adjusted his nose ring and glanced up at the shop; he wondered how it would look with a bit of spray paint...no, that was too far. And Holden would probably make poor Jena clean it up.
He scanned the street, knowing Fallon was taking over the evening shift at the moment. He walked around the side of the building with his skateboard and started looking for Holden's car. If the man wouldn't tattoo him, he could still have some innocent fun. Right? Milo quickly spotted the only car parked in the area, Jena didn't own a car so he wasn't worried about mistaking it. The Irishman hopped up on the hood and sat on the roof cross legged. Now to wait.

[deco.]

Holden

Holden finished off his client and sighed, he was worried what Milo would be up to now. He knew he would be acting like a child tattling to his movie if he went to Fallon and told her something that was out of her control. Considering their previous conversation about the man didn’t go well he considered abandoning the idea. Though maybe this time, since it wasn’t just ‘pride getting in the way’ as she put it; maybe he would heed his concerns just this time. Someone would have to tell Milo to grow up and there was no way in hell the red head was going to listen to him, so Fallon was the next best thing. He spent a couple minutes cooling off in the back before checking the time. It was a couple minutes before close and he had no more appointments scheduled for the day, thankfully. It was still fairly early in the night so he might as well head over to the Steamed Bean and visit Fallon. Holden hung out in the back until 7:00 pm, then closed up shop. He was glad that a spare set of keys had been left at the shop. He took the keys that were hanging on the wall and slid them in his pocket and made sure to lock the store up.

Holden slid the keys into his back pocket and walked around to his car. He was feeling fine until he saw the annoying figure of a certain redhead sitting on the roof of his car. “What the hell are you doing?” The blonde looked up with an annoyed look on his face. “Can’t you behave like a normal adult and go away when you’re told to?” He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose looking up at the man. Holden knew trying to reason with Milo would be impossible but he really didn’t want to waste time on trivial matters.


Fallon


Fallon hummed on her way back to work, she smiled as she read over the few texts she had with Jena. Though, she wasn’t sure what he meant when he told her to take it easy on Milo. “Did something happen with those two?” She asked Jena. She hoped it wasn’t a dispute because Fallon had hired Milo. She knew Holden’s opinion on the guy wasn’t great but she wished that he would respect her decision. Though, she had heard that Milo was quite the troublemaker from more than one person but she hadn’t had any problems with him herself. “That was a dumb question… Tell those two to come over here and maybe we can sort out the issue between the two. It’ll be a long shot but I dunno! We can always try.” Fallon sent Jena next. She hoped she could be a mediator and get to the bottom of this. Fallon figured the both of them would be on their best behaviour in front of her.

Sighing she slid her phone back into her pocket and unlocked the front doors of the cafe. The store was closed for a few hours before Fallon would come back and open it. Although, she sometimes would make up her hours and have it open when it was supposed to be closed. Boredom made her do some weird things… so when she felt like it she would often open up shop and experiment with different brews.


(Sorry for no coding,, not feeling too great but I still wanted to get something out)

[м o e]

Milo Scott

He was laying on his back enjoying the sunset when Holden walked out of the store. Finally. Milo sat up and flicked his hair back into place, grinning mischievously at the other man. “Took you long enough.” He said nonchalantly, drumming his fingers on the top of the car in a bored manner. He noted the slight red tone to Holden’s face and chuckled. “Did you need to take a minute?” He asked smugly. The sky was getting darker by the minute but he didn’t budge from the top of the car. He really didn’t have a good explanation for Holden as to why he was doing this. He got bored and this seemed fun, though waiting over an hour had been a bit rough on his patience.

He shrugged, quickly making up a reason. “I’m sitting on what I assume is your car mate. Dunno if you needed help figuring that out. And no I thought honestly you tellin me to leave back there was your way of asking me to stay around ey? Maybe become friends?” His last remark was full of sarcasm and he crossed his arms over his chest, kicking his feet out in front of them and letting his heels land against the cars windshield with a thud.

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Jena Ruita

The punk had gotten distracted multiple times from meeting Milo outside like he’d said he would. Before he knew it, the store was closing and the last client had left. He hurried around cleaning up, as that’s mainly what Holden paid him to do. He double checked everything was properly sanitized, then grinned as his phone buzzed in his pocket again. He twirled around not unlike a giddy child and looked at her texts. She wanted him to get both those guys to the coffee shop? That meant handling some confrontation. Jena sighed, realizing he’d be happy to do it for Fallon. “Of course, I’d be happy to get the two into the shop.” He sent back. He then gathered his personal belongings and headed out the back door.

He collided into Holden’s back—noting the man’s impressive shoulder muscles—with a yell of surprise. “Oh! So sorry sir I didn’t see you…what’s going on?” He questioned after taking in the scene of Milo sitting on Holden’s car. Fallon was right, this needed to get settled as soon as possible. Jena put his hands on his hips like an angry mother, looking between the two men expectantly.