Fics like Bottle Caps

It was the seventh time this month they’d come in. They always came when it was quiet and this early Monday afternoon was no exception. The two of them always sat at the bar, two seats apart. The scruffy, dark haired, broody looking one with the eyebrows sat at the middle of the bar. He’d bring a book, or two depending on how near completion of the first he was. Erica would supply him with a steady flow of drinks for the afternoon. Always bottled beer. Never from the tap. She’d crack the top and place the bottle in front of him. Not looking up from his book, he would tap the empty space on the bar next to the bottle reminding Erica to hand him the bottle cap instead of tossing it in the bin. Not that Erica would forget after these last few weeks, but the habit had clearly already presented itself. Today she flicked the cap in his direction with a precision that only came from bartending for years. With a ting, it hit the bottle in Resting Grumpy Face’s hand and fell to the bar, wobbling a few times before settling in place.

Fics like Bottle Caps

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