Sean takes a swig from his beer as he looks at Ulysse's pretty face as he peers at the ceiling. He's always been like this, quiet and calm, handling his own business privately. Sean used to feel offended when he was left out of it, but he doesn't anymore. He just thinks that it's how Ulysse works.
"Well, however things turn out," he says as he swigs the beer inside the bottle, from one side to the other, again and again. "You have my number. And you know I'll be here as quickly as I can. Whatever little help it is."
It's times like this when Ulysse quietly wonders why he couldn't have just stuck with Sean. He would have been happy and safe with Sean for sure, and they would have eagerly provided for each other. But something was just not quite right between them, and it's a crying shame in moments like this when Ulysse is reminded just how good a man Sean is.
He smiles privately and gives a little salute with his bottle. "Thanks. I'll keep it in mind."
Sean thinks he's being lied to a little bit, somehow. But he doesn't challenge Ulysse for it, because he does call when things get bad. And if Sean will make that sour between them, he might not do that and try to handle everything by himself with that old shotgun.
"Well, at least you'll call when you feel like fooling around," he says with a small grin, teasing a bit. He could say Ulysse should call him and they could go out for dinner or something like that. But he doesn't. Because that card they've already played and seen, it's not going to happen, and they're both cool with that.
The little tease manages to draw a fuller smile from Ulysse for a second and then he shakes his head, commenting, "Am I really calling you when you seem to just show up at the right time?"
It's as they're drinking that the bar door swings open, Ulysse's hand immediately reaching under the counter. But then he sees the familiar curly-haired figure and relaxes, greeting, "Good evening, Damian. You're here late?"
Damian smiles sheepishly and ducks his head as he crosses the floor, giving a little wave to Sean as he approaches. "Hey. I meant to come by earlier but I got held up. I just wanted to see if everything was okay, tonight."
And judging by the lack of new holes in the ceiling and the door still being in one piece, he's guessing it was just that.
"Maybe I read minds," Sean murmurs but lets the joke go when Damian shows up. He gives Ulysse a long look from the corner of his eye as the man almost goes for the shotgun. He should take that away from the man, honestly.
"Hey," he calls out, "Ulysse was just closing up the doors. I stayed to make sure all is good." It's like the lamest excuse ever and they all know what he's actually doing here. Except what he said is also true, because part of the reason why he does stop here almost every night at closing time is to make sure there isn't any trouble. Some nights he doesn't get out of the car, though, just waits for the bar to quiet before heading out.
"You need a ride home?" he asks, taking a swig from the beer.
"I'm thinking of staying here tonight, actually," Ulysse shrugs, glancing pointedly between the fridge and Damian to which the latter grins and nods. He gets another beer out, continuing, "Arie's coming soon, and he might want to stay here so... I thought it might be worth tidying up the upstair's room for him."
Damian perks up immediately and asks, "Yeah? How long is he staying for?"
Lips twitching, Ulysse shares a knowing look with Sean instead of immediately answering, letting the pup stew a little as he uncaps the beer. Honestly, Arie and Damian... "He didn't say, but it seemed like he might be here a while," he says at last, handing the bottle over.
"Oh, but who knows, the travelling artist life," Sean continues with a small smile hidden behind his beer bottle. "Might leave right away, isn't that so?"
His eyes are full of mirth, merry crowfeet dancing around them. Damian and Arie, right...
He's always thought those two would end up together, eventually when Arie got the worst of the travel lust out of his system and Damian would grow a bit of spine of steel to put his foot on the little spitfire and reel him back home.
But he also thought he and Ulysse would be married by age twenty five and just the thought of it makes him laugh now.
"Do you need a ride?" he asks from Damian instead.
"Nah, I'm good," Damian answers, wiggling his bottle as he adds, "I'll just have this and go." He's responsible like that.
"Come by earlier next time so we can share dinner," Ulysse suggests, directing this at them both. He doesn't need to take care of his brothers any more, but apparently he still finds himself taking care of the other men in his life where and when he can.
"Yeah, sure, one day," Sean replies with a shrug. "I've been fixing my dad's old boat. We could take that old girl out to the bay and have a lunch out there, too."
He finishes his beer and leans over the bar to put it away himself.
Ulysse smiles and brushes his fingers over Sean's hand as he withdraws from the bar. "Come again whenever you want, Sean. Have a good night."
"Night Sean," Damian echoes, giving the cop a little salute with his bottle. There's an unspoken promise there that he'll make sure Ulysse locks up safely. Don't worry and go get some rest, bud.
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"Well, however things turn out," he says as he swigs the beer inside the bottle, from one side to the other, again and again. "You have my number. And you know I'll be here as quickly as I can. Whatever little help it is."
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It's times like this when Ulysse quietly wonders why he couldn't have just stuck with Sean. He would have been happy and safe with Sean for sure, and they would have eagerly provided for each other. But something was just not quite right between them, and it's a crying shame in moments like this when Ulysse is reminded just how good a man Sean is.
He smiles privately and gives a little salute with his bottle. "Thanks. I'll keep it in mind."
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"Well, at least you'll call when you feel like fooling around," he says with a small grin, teasing a bit. He could say Ulysse should call him and they could go out for dinner or something like that. But he doesn't. Because that card they've already played and seen, it's not going to happen, and they're both cool with that.
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The little tease manages to draw a fuller smile from Ulysse for a second and then he shakes his head, commenting, "Am I really calling you when you seem to just show up at the right time?"
It's as they're drinking that the bar door swings open, Ulysse's hand immediately reaching under the counter. But then he sees the familiar curly-haired figure and relaxes, greeting, "Good evening, Damian. You're here late?"
Damian smiles sheepishly and ducks his head as he crosses the floor, giving a little wave to Sean as he approaches. "Hey. I meant to come by earlier but I got held up. I just wanted to see if everything was okay, tonight."
And judging by the lack of new holes in the ceiling and the door still being in one piece, he's guessing it was just that.
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"Hey," he calls out, "Ulysse was just closing up the doors. I stayed to make sure all is good." It's like the lamest excuse ever and they all know what he's actually doing here. Except what he said is also true, because part of the reason why he does stop here almost every night at closing time is to make sure there isn't any trouble. Some nights he doesn't get out of the car, though, just waits for the bar to quiet before heading out.
"You need a ride home?" he asks, taking a swig from the beer.
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"I'm thinking of staying here tonight, actually," Ulysse shrugs, glancing pointedly between the fridge and Damian to which the latter grins and nods. He gets another beer out, continuing, "Arie's coming soon, and he might want to stay here so... I thought it might be worth tidying up the upstair's room for him."
Damian perks up immediately and asks, "Yeah? How long is he staying for?"
Lips twitching, Ulysse shares a knowing look with Sean instead of immediately answering, letting the pup stew a little as he uncaps the beer. Honestly, Arie and Damian... "He didn't say, but it seemed like he might be here a while," he says at last, handing the bottle over.
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His eyes are full of mirth, merry crowfeet dancing around them. Damian and Arie, right...
He's always thought those two would end up together, eventually when Arie got the worst of the travel lust out of his system and Damian would grow a bit of spine of steel to put his foot on the little spitfire and reel him back home.
But he also thought he and Ulysse would be married by age twenty five and just the thought of it makes him laugh now.
"Do you need a ride?" he asks from Damian instead.
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"Nah, I'm good," Damian answers, wiggling his bottle as he adds, "I'll just have this and go." He's responsible like that.
"Come by earlier next time so we can share dinner," Ulysse suggests, directing this at them both. He doesn't need to take care of his brothers any more, but apparently he still finds himself taking care of the other men in his life where and when he can.
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He finishes his beer and leans over the bar to put it away himself.
"Thanks, babe."
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Ulysse smiles and brushes his fingers over Sean's hand as he withdraws from the bar. "Come again whenever you want, Sean. Have a good night."
"Night Sean," Damian echoes, giving the cop a little salute with his bottle. There's an unspoken promise there that he'll make sure Ulysse locks up safely. Don't worry and go get some rest, bud.