Tired and Blistered [Ash/Nick]

[Blayre Osbourne]

”Touche, dear friend.”

It was the first thing that came out of the girl’s mouth when she realized the debate between her and her closest friend was at an end with her on the losing side. It wasn’t abnormal for the two to come up with silly arguments to pass the time and this one happened to be whether Nicolas Braye should cut his hair or keep it the way it was. Blayre, of course, had argued that shorter hair on a guy was much more manageable and clean-cut but Ashton had insisted that longer locks were much nicer and easier to tangle your fingers in. Blayre couldn’t argue with that point and was willing to call it a draw but knew the conversation would continue aimlessly if she didn’t give in. She knew how stubborn and animate Ash could get when it came to expressing his opinion and it would be a losing battle she didn’t want to get into after a long night’s work.

Blayre had herself sat pretzel-legged on the bar while Ashton relaxed coolly in one of the barstools in front of her. They were both waiting for Nick to finish up with some last minute things before completely closing for the night and Blayre was ready to pass out where she sat. It had been a pretty busy night for once and finally at 2 am, it started dying down. There was still a small group of older men sitting in one of the booths near the door so Blayre couldn’t leave yet and she didn’t want Ash waiting by himself anyway. Besides, she liked it when the two boys walked her home. She didn’t live too far but Nick made a fuss about her walking home alone after her shifts because of how late it was so Blayre didn’t argue though she was pretty sure she could handle herself.

She nudged Ashton with the toe of her shoe before placing it back under her knee, “You know he goes on about you all the time, right? I thought you said he was a quiet guy,” she said smirking at her friend in a joking manner. She gave a small shrug as if forgiving the misinterpretation, “Oh well, whatever makes you happy I guess,” she said with a snort. Apparently it wasn’t as quiet as it was meant to be because one of the men gave a curious glance in their direction. Blayre ignored his stare and kept her small chuckles to herself, her chest moving slightly as she tried not to laugh out loud.

Blayre arched her back and let her head fall back as she stared up at the ceiling for a moment, “Seems I have to get used to the night life again.” She relaxed and looked back towards Ashton, “Hey, mind if I stay over this weekend or do you and the bossman have plans?" She had been eying a pair of Ashton’s skinny-legged jeans and was determined to get her hands on them for a night out.

[Professor Ashton Laurent]

Ash gave a cheesy grin to his best friend. "Glad you finally saw reason Blayre-Bear." he teased. Of course Ash had known he would win anyway. He laughed when Blayre mentioned that Nick was always talking about him. "Well he's quiet around me!" The ex-Ravenclaw smirked, "And I know that look. You're not getting any of my clothes. Skinny jeans or otherwise."

[Blayre Osbourne]

Blayre stared at Ashton with a fake hatred. How dare he deny her those jeans! Eh, she'd go buy her own pair eventually. That, or Ash would find them magically missing. Blayre laughed at her little thought and shook her head. "Fine, whatever you say," she concluded with a small shrug. "And Nick's never quiet. He's always yelling at me. I'm gonna stupify him one day."

She glanced around the club quickly, Nick should be getting done soon. Blayre probably should've been helping him clean up but she couldn't be asked to tonight. Her feet were just killing her and she was ready to throw her heels out the window but had second thoughts when she realized they were her brand new pair. It wasn't like shoes were cheap these days, at least not this pair. "You know whats funny? I have like sixty pairs of shoes and I only wear like twenty of them," she said staring at the pair of heels in her hands, "Maybe I should get rid of some."

Yeah, Blayre was babbling but it was something to do to pass the time. What else was she supposed to do? Throw the shoes at Ashton and run away? Actually, that didn't seem like a bad idea. Blayre glanced back and forth from her shoes to Ashton and looked as if she would throw them if he gave her the incentive. She'd had to wait for the perfect moment to strike if she was going to do this.

[Professor Ashton Laurent]

Ash leaned back in his seat, a smug little smirk on his lips. "That's right Bear. Whatever I say." he laughed as Blayre complained about Nick yelling at her. "You most likely deserve it!" he teased his best friend.

Ash raised an eyebrow. "Sixty. You have sixty pairs of shoes?" he shook his head in disbelief, "What is it with you women and shoes?" he muttered. He saw the look on her face and leaned back. "Hey! Uh-uh... don't you even think about throwing that thing at me."

The raven-haired young man too noticed how long Nick was taking to clean. Of course... Ash had offered to help, but Nick had declined. Hmph. Ash should've helped anyway. They would've been done by now. Ash looked down and noticed that Nick had a plate of lemon chicken (charmed to stay warm of course) on the counter which he had yet to eat, the boy grinned wickedly. "Hey Nick!" he called to his boyfriend, "I'm gonna eat your chicken here if you don't hurry up!" he said teasingly as he reached for the plate