I'm just an ordinary man.
{Totally NOT Richard Armitage. It's an Roleplay, baby! Hit "Pulse" for more info.}
“Hey, Gavin,” Dec said smoothly, looking at the torn menu in Gavin’s hand. Dec really needed to invest in a board of some sort. “Want anything?” The crowd was pretty good and Dec made some nice money off of what he was selling, but now Gavin was here and making a scene. Dec was trying not to get too angry about it. And besides, he was driving business to the club anyway. “Tonight’s special is a double dipped chocolate cookie.”
Gavin clenched his jaw, wondering how he could ever find this okay. “No, Dec. I don’t want anything but you and your damn truck away from my club, okay?” he growled under his breath as people behind him began to bitch and moan about the line being held up. Ignoring the crowds complaints, Gavin looked back up at Declan. “Can we talk?” he asked, making his way around the back of the truck to meet Declan. “Why do you think this is acceptable?”
Declan hung a sign inviting everybody to come back later and went behind the truck, ignoring the crowd. “What are you talking about? Besides, I’m technically sitting on city property so you can’t exactly shoo me away.” He scowled. Gavin was doing it again - being a dick and trampling all over Dec. Declan restrained himself from punching Gavin’s lights out.
Everything was finally going well for Gavin. The restaurant on the floor above the club was well on it’s way. Leo was three weeks old today and he was as healthy as could be. Last night Gavin had popped the question to Amelia unexpectedly but thankfully she had said yes. If something better could come along, he probably wouldn’t believe it. Although, that was not the case.
It was towards the end of the night when a crowd had been building up outside Pulse’s doors. Gavin figured it was a bunch of high schoolers trying to sneak their way in and that the bouncer would take care of it. It was when he had received a complaint from a customer that he decided to take it into his own hands. He dropped his paperwork onto the desk, aggravated with how inconsiderate someone could be. Upon making his way outside, Gavin began slipping between people, the faces looking more intrigued as he got closer. To his surprise, a food truck was pulled up along the curb and a familiar face was making his own business right outside of Gavin’s club.
“Dec?” he peered, making his way to the front of the window. He threw his hands up in frustration. This guy never gives up. “Are you fucking kidding me?!” he snapped, trying not to draw attention to himself. “What the fuck are you doing?!” he furrowed his brow when his eyes met a sheet of paper (what Gavin assumed was the menu) taped to the truck. He skimmed over it quickly before he took a hint. He tore the sheet of paper off the truck before sending Declan another glare. “You’re selling food?! Outside of my business?!” he sneered.
“Hey, Gavin,” Dec said smoothly, looking at the torn menu in Gavin’s hand. Dec really needed to invest in a board of some sort. “Want anything?” The crowd was pretty good and Dec made some nice money off of what he was selling, but now Gavin was here and making a scene. Dec was trying not to get too angry about it. And besides, he was driving business to the club anyway. “Tonight’s special is a double dipped chocolate cookie.”
The food truck was all Declan’s fault. He was drunk, started bidding on things on eBay while drunk, and found a food truck sitting at his door 4 days later. Declan tried to return the damn thing to the seller and the seller refused to take it back, so now he was stuck with a weird flaming food truck with Spanish all over it.
Fuck.
So Declan decided to just roll with it. He removed all of the paint and had it painted yellow and the insides redone. So now he had a food truck. What was he going to sell anyway? He was a decent cook but he didn’t think his food was that great…
So Declan parked his food truck outside on a street and started peddling sweets. He got decent business during the day, but someone suggested that he start going around at night.
Tonight he decided to park the damn thing outside Pulse. Why Pulse? Mostly because he missed the place. And partly to steal business from Gavin.
I feel like shit.
Why? I think a cookie might make you feel better.
Everything hurts. I feel achy.
Oh. The flu? Chicken noodle soup will make you feel better.
I feel like shit.
Why? I think a cookie might make you feel better.
I’m Declan. I do odd jobs around New York now. Want a cookie?
Anonymous Asks:
declansterling Said:
I don’t have 10 but I like Alan Rickman. James McAvoy, Robert de Niro, Anthony Hopkins, Matthew MacFayden and the guy that looks kinda like me but I don’t remember that guy’s name…
Anonymous Asks:
declansterling Said:
Anything with Gordon Ramsay. Top Gear. Arrested Development.
