Shane vs. George; It's War!
Shane'd seen many men come in and out of this apartment.
He didn't think more or less of Sasha for it, most days it didn't bother him at all. She was way out of his leauge, and he was well aware of that. Out of your leauge meant you just didn't try. He'd learned that lesson well with his first crush, he wasn't expecting the second to be any different.
Often he tried to convince himself that this was regardless of the fact that these men didn't actually mean anything to her, and half of them no longer existed the second they walked out of the door. Sure, that helped, but he had his own will too, which helped him not to care so much.
After all, if he started down that road, it'd never stop. A number of these men where a hell of a lot better than him. Five minutes thinking about that too much, one could be practically driven to suicide.
So, for the most part, it was nothing. He was content with what he would not have, being her friend would be enough, just like it was with Lorelai. Shane would spend every day walking into the kitchen, getting his coffee, and if any new face happened to be there, well, good for them. He didn't care.
... Alright, maybe that would have to change for just one morning.
Shane walked into the kitchen, tired after a long night of working that had resulted in only a few hours' sleep, and stopped short when he saw a brand new and somehow highly different face in the kitchen.
This new face was tall, most likely taller than him, although that wasn't hard to pull off. Built, to say the very least, and almost depressingly so. Blonde hair, bright blue eyes, a relaxed and cool air about him. This guy looked like he had women falling over themselves to get to him regularly.
And, to top it all off? Clearly older. But not in the way that it actually hurt his looks, oh no. If anything, it helped him.
He was sitting there, drinking his coffee, most likely waiting for Sasha while he looked over the newspaper. The thing that neither one of them really read but they were somehow still getting anyway.
And then, this new face noticed him. And Shane wanted to turn and run, because that would be so much better than talking to this guy. Sasha had hit some sort of epitome here, and this? This one here? This one bothered him. He could not top this.
"Hello." New Face said cordially, amused by, most likely, the look Shane knew was on his face. And what was more, it was said with a very obvious British accent.
Older, good looking, and foreign. Yes, this bothered him.
"Hey." Shane didn't know why, but his own accent felt inferior to this one. And there'd only been one word. He wished to whoever was listening upstairs that he had not come into this kitchen today. At least not for another few hours, because by then, this man would have been gone. Hopefully.
But he was here, now, and he had to deal with it. Damn it.
"You must be Shane." New Face stood, extending a hand, and even that was smooth. "Sasha's said a great deal about you. I'm George. George Cutter."
Well, that was just great for him, wasn't it?
"Nice to meet you." Shane forced a smile, shaking hands with the other man, the older man, and wanted so badly for him to just get out already. Where was Sasha? Shouldn't she have made her entrance by now? Didn't she know she was off cue?
"Where're you from?" George the Older and Clearly Better asked, sitting back down at the table again, drinking Shane's coffee, and continuing to make Shane feel like shit.
"Texas." Shane had to force himself not to be quiet, not to stumble over his words, just keep right on going. "Austin, actually." He went to the cabinet, grateful that this man was not using his favorite mug, and went to get some coffee of his own.
George the Highly Intimidating nodded, folding the paper back up as it was, and returning to drinking Shane's coffee. "I think she said that, I just honestly don't remember." He laughed a little, as though it was nothing, and Shane supposed it probably wasn't. "Busy night, you know?"
Nodding and wanting to shoot himself, Shane forced up a smile. "Yeah, I'm sure." He hadn't even realized how long he'd been pouring the coffee, too involved in acting like a remotely cool guy, and now it was spilling out all over the counter.
However, George of the Super Smooth Britishness did notice. "... You might want to be careful." He looked even more amused, and it took Shane a minute to figure out what the hell he was talking about.
"What?" Shane looked at the coffee, and flinched slightly. "Oh, shit." He put the pot back in the coffee maker, and started cleaning it all up quickly. Alright, he'd done something stupid in front of this guy, he had to clean this up before Sasha got in here.
Her entrance could wait at least another few minutes now. Just had to get the damned paper towels... Where were they? Where... There. Okay, he had those, now he had to clean like his life depended on it. But be cool about it.
George, the Irritatingly Cool, watched all this and was clearly a little entertained. "Need some help?"
Oh please, like he needed help. It was just a stupidly large coffee spill. He could handle this. "Nah, I'm fine." He forced another smile back at him, glancing at the kitchen door while he tried to finish in time.
"Alright." George Who Was Drinking Shane's Coffee just shrugged, and settled back in his chair, comfortable with where he was. Right at home. In Shane's home.
A few wads of soaked paper towels being thrown out later, it was all clean, but now the counter reeked of coffee. There would be no way to fix that though, Shane was sure of it, because Sasha would have to come out here any second.
"So what do you do for a living, Shane?"
Why was this guy still talking to him?
And before he could get an answer out, Sasha did decide to make an entrance. "Morning." She yawned, walking past them to get some coffee of her own.
Shane was forgotten then, for the most part, because they launched right into casual conversation. George Who Needed to Go Away was all flirtatous smiles, which Sasha responded to in kind, and Shane was just there to bear witness to the social reset she put herself on every morning.
But he was doing the same exact thing. You could see it. And it was because of this it suspiciously seemed like there was a kindred spirit in the room. Of course. He might actually wind up seeing this guy again, under some context or another. And wasn't seeing Miles bad enough?
Apparently not.
Shane sighed to himself, drinking his coffee, and felt for the first time unfathomly excluded from the whole thing in a way that he didn't like. No point in vying for attention, he wouldn't beat this guy. He might come close to tieing, if that.
Oh, this was depressing.
Giving up, he walked out of the kitchen, smiling to Sasha and definitely not acknowledging George the Life Invader. She smiled at him, as she always did, and then returned her attention to the other man in the room who Shane was continuing to fight mentally comparing himself to.
He needed to drink his coffee. And work, that would be nice. Lots of work. In his soundproofed room. Being anti social seemed to be the only answer to this problem.
Well, at least he'd gotten his coffee.
Even though, now, it was starting to taste sort of tainted.
Damn it.
Muse: Shane Gannon
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count: 1,340
Author's Note/Disclaimer Thingy: Clearly, the appearance of Sasha was sanctioned by the mun. And George is lifeis_butajoke, another super fun OC of mine making a special guest appearance... thing.
He didn't think more or less of Sasha for it, most days it didn't bother him at all. She was way out of his leauge, and he was well aware of that. Out of your leauge meant you just didn't try. He'd learned that lesson well with his first crush, he wasn't expecting the second to be any different.
Often he tried to convince himself that this was regardless of the fact that these men didn't actually mean anything to her, and half of them no longer existed the second they walked out of the door. Sure, that helped, but he had his own will too, which helped him not to care so much.
After all, if he started down that road, it'd never stop. A number of these men where a hell of a lot better than him. Five minutes thinking about that too much, one could be practically driven to suicide.
So, for the most part, it was nothing. He was content with what he would not have, being her friend would be enough, just like it was with Lorelai. Shane would spend every day walking into the kitchen, getting his coffee, and if any new face happened to be there, well, good for them. He didn't care.
... Alright, maybe that would have to change for just one morning.
Shane walked into the kitchen, tired after a long night of working that had resulted in only a few hours' sleep, and stopped short when he saw a brand new and somehow highly different face in the kitchen.
This new face was tall, most likely taller than him, although that wasn't hard to pull off. Built, to say the very least, and almost depressingly so. Blonde hair, bright blue eyes, a relaxed and cool air about him. This guy looked like he had women falling over themselves to get to him regularly.
And, to top it all off? Clearly older. But not in the way that it actually hurt his looks, oh no. If anything, it helped him.
He was sitting there, drinking his coffee, most likely waiting for Sasha while he looked over the newspaper. The thing that neither one of them really read but they were somehow still getting anyway.
And then, this new face noticed him. And Shane wanted to turn and run, because that would be so much better than talking to this guy. Sasha had hit some sort of epitome here, and this? This one here? This one bothered him. He could not top this.
"Hello." New Face said cordially, amused by, most likely, the look Shane knew was on his face. And what was more, it was said with a very obvious British accent.
Older, good looking, and foreign. Yes, this bothered him.
"Hey." Shane didn't know why, but his own accent felt inferior to this one. And there'd only been one word. He wished to whoever was listening upstairs that he had not come into this kitchen today. At least not for another few hours, because by then, this man would have been gone. Hopefully.
But he was here, now, and he had to deal with it. Damn it.
"You must be Shane." New Face stood, extending a hand, and even that was smooth. "Sasha's said a great deal about you. I'm George. George Cutter."
Well, that was just great for him, wasn't it?
"Nice to meet you." Shane forced a smile, shaking hands with the other man, the older man, and wanted so badly for him to just get out already. Where was Sasha? Shouldn't she have made her entrance by now? Didn't she know she was off cue?
"Where're you from?" George the Older and Clearly Better asked, sitting back down at the table again, drinking Shane's coffee, and continuing to make Shane feel like shit.
"Texas." Shane had to force himself not to be quiet, not to stumble over his words, just keep right on going. "Austin, actually." He went to the cabinet, grateful that this man was not using his favorite mug, and went to get some coffee of his own.
George the Highly Intimidating nodded, folding the paper back up as it was, and returning to drinking Shane's coffee. "I think she said that, I just honestly don't remember." He laughed a little, as though it was nothing, and Shane supposed it probably wasn't. "Busy night, you know?"
Nodding and wanting to shoot himself, Shane forced up a smile. "Yeah, I'm sure." He hadn't even realized how long he'd been pouring the coffee, too involved in acting like a remotely cool guy, and now it was spilling out all over the counter.
However, George of the Super Smooth Britishness did notice. "... You might want to be careful." He looked even more amused, and it took Shane a minute to figure out what the hell he was talking about.
"What?" Shane looked at the coffee, and flinched slightly. "Oh, shit." He put the pot back in the coffee maker, and started cleaning it all up quickly. Alright, he'd done something stupid in front of this guy, he had to clean this up before Sasha got in here.
Her entrance could wait at least another few minutes now. Just had to get the damned paper towels... Where were they? Where... There. Okay, he had those, now he had to clean like his life depended on it. But be cool about it.
George, the Irritatingly Cool, watched all this and was clearly a little entertained. "Need some help?"
Oh please, like he needed help. It was just a stupidly large coffee spill. He could handle this. "Nah, I'm fine." He forced another smile back at him, glancing at the kitchen door while he tried to finish in time.
"Alright." George Who Was Drinking Shane's Coffee just shrugged, and settled back in his chair, comfortable with where he was. Right at home. In Shane's home.
A few wads of soaked paper towels being thrown out later, it was all clean, but now the counter reeked of coffee. There would be no way to fix that though, Shane was sure of it, because Sasha would have to come out here any second.
"So what do you do for a living, Shane?"
Why was this guy still talking to him?
And before he could get an answer out, Sasha did decide to make an entrance. "Morning." She yawned, walking past them to get some coffee of her own.
Shane was forgotten then, for the most part, because they launched right into casual conversation. George Who Needed to Go Away was all flirtatous smiles, which Sasha responded to in kind, and Shane was just there to bear witness to the social reset she put herself on every morning.
But he was doing the same exact thing. You could see it. And it was because of this it suspiciously seemed like there was a kindred spirit in the room. Of course. He might actually wind up seeing this guy again, under some context or another. And wasn't seeing Miles bad enough?
Apparently not.
Shane sighed to himself, drinking his coffee, and felt for the first time unfathomly excluded from the whole thing in a way that he didn't like. No point in vying for attention, he wouldn't beat this guy. He might come close to tieing, if that.
Oh, this was depressing.
Giving up, he walked out of the kitchen, smiling to Sasha and definitely not acknowledging George the Life Invader. She smiled at him, as she always did, and then returned her attention to the other man in the room who Shane was continuing to fight mentally comparing himself to.
He needed to drink his coffee. And work, that would be nice. Lots of work. In his soundproofed room. Being anti social seemed to be the only answer to this problem.
Well, at least he'd gotten his coffee.
Even though, now, it was starting to taste sort of tainted.
Damn it.
Muse: Shane Gannon
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count: 1,340
Author's Note/Disclaimer Thingy: Clearly, the appearance of Sasha was sanctioned by the mun. And George is lifeis_butajoke, another super fun OC of mine making a special guest appearance... thing.