[CLOSED] still holding on.

[harper reese lebeau]

She caught the beers he slid towards her, carrying them over to the table. She sat them down, then walked back over to the bar. She hopped up on the counter, sliding over to the other side. She walked over to the other end, grabbing someone's empty glass and refilling it.

She looked over at Trez, thinking again how cute he was before she started fixing someone a drink. She slid it down to them, then pushed her hair out of her face. "You did this long?" She asked, glancing back at him.

[trez matthew steele]

"Almost five years. Started about age eighteeb," He huffed. "Kinda cut back on work during the day when my brother first got sick, needed the money though, so I've kept it up."

Someone sat down and he poured them a dark beer, rubbing warily at his face again.

[harper reese lebeau]

"Oh.. Okay.." She said, chewing on her lip. Someone called her over and she walked over. She brushed past Trez, murmuring a 'sorry'. She grabbed a beer, walking back and handing it to them. She folded her hands behind her back, chewing on her lip again. She rubbed the back of her neck, looking down at her feet. She bent down, tying her shoe before she stood back up.

She checked her phone, then tucked it back into her pocket. "This is kinda.. strange. I'm used to hearing people, not seeing them.." She mumbled.

[trez matthew steele]

"So? Make it so it's not so strange." He laughed softly, pouring a few more drinks. He tripped over his own foot at some point, scowling. The sharp edge of attention had blurred with exhaustion, he was really starting to slow down.

[harper reese lebeau]

"Woah!" She said, grabbing his arm. She slid her hand down to his, gently pulling him around the bar. "Just sit down, okay?" She said, walking back around the bar. She fixed a few more drinks, tired herself from working since early in the morning. But she wasn't sick like him. She could handle working three days straight and not stop. Granted she usually slept an entire day afterwards, but she was used to it. Decorating cakes took a lot of time.

She walked to the other end of the bar, grabbing someone a beer before she walked back to check on Trez. "You wanna go lie down?"

[trez matthew steele]

Trez followed her reluctantly, sitting on the stool. Since Xander was gone, there was no more 'you don't have to work yourself to death, Trez. Money means nothing for me or you,' nobody there to keep him in check.

"I'm fine..." He insisted, taking a drink of his water. It wasn't like epilepsy was all that bad and dangerous...except for the fact that he never gave himself time to recover, hated being held back in any way.

[harper reese lebeau]

"But you're not.." She whispered, brushing her fingers across his forehead. "I-.." She started, but someone called her over. She forced a smile, patting his cheek gently before she walked over to them, refilling their drink. She fixed a few more drinks, then walked over to an empty spot, pulling herself up on the counter. She swung her legs back and forth until someone needed another drink. She slid off the counter, fixing it quickly for them.

[trez matthew steele]

Trez let out a slow breath at the words, shaking his head. He dropped it onto the bar, then slid his hands beneath his chin, resting his cheek on his arm.

Despite himself, he was relaxed into a light sleep within moments of slumping like that. He caught himself drifting and sat up, rubbing stubbornly at his face again.

[harper reese lebeau]

By the time he had forced himself awake, Harper had cleared the bar and washed the glasses. She was wiping it down with a rag when she glanced over at him. "Hey." She smiled, then finished wiping it off. She wandered around the bar, wiping off the tables and putting up the chairs before she walked back over to Trez. "Come on, sleepy head." She wasn't so sure she could get him up, not half asleep. Her brown eyes slowly faded to a gold and she pulled his hand.

"Come on. We need to get you home." She said with a smile.

[trez matthew steele]

Trez yawned, sighed softly. "I coulda closed..." He mumbled under his breath. He gathered his phone and meds, and reached for the bar key before following her to the door blearily.

Locking up with the slightest of struggles, he sighed. "Don't have a car.." He'd sold it at some point for money for chemotherapy, hadn't had the time to get another since.