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youvebeenlivingfictional · 10 months

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Closing Time

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x Bartender!Reader

Rating: Mature

Notes: Not beta-read, cause when is it ever. Just a little oneshot, set pre-show

No physical descriptions, no use of y/n.

Warnings: Cursing, flirty Rhett, drunk Rhett

Summary: “You’re having a helluva night, huh,” You comment.

“S’that supposed to mean?”

“You got a shit bull, then you struck out with that girl…And you failed to bait Luke Tillerson into trying to kick your ass.”

You knock on the bar twice, catching Rhett's hazy eye and raising a brow.

“You good?”

“Fine.” It’s a near-slurred mumble, chased by the delayed glance toward a woman you’d seen him talking to half an hour ago. There are so few people left in the bar, it's hard to miss her. Now, she’s on the arm of one of the Tillerson’s—you’re too lazy to get a better look at which one. You’re already dreading whichever one might come over to pay the tab, if they bother to pay the tab tonight. You’ve been working long enough to know not to chase the Tillersons out the door when they haven’t. Luke typically turns up some time around opening the next day, asking what they owe with a smarmy smile, dropping a thick stack of bills on the countertop to cover it, and telling you to keep the change, sweet thing.

You lean back against the counter, eyeing the few other patrons, waving at the few that have already paid and are on their way out. You glance toward Rhett again, toward where he’s trailing his finger along the side of his half-full beer. He looks back as the TIllerson’s explode in laughter. They rise from their table, trailing toward the door.

“‘Ey,” Rhett mumbles it at first, so softly that you hardly realize he’s spoken. He tries it again, louder, as the Tillerson's breeze outside.

“Hey!” He yells, rising so quickly that he sends the stool tumbling to the ground.

“Dude!” You hiss.

“You didn’t pay!” He’s still yelling after them, as if they’re not already gone. You lean over the bar and reach out, whacking him in the bicep with the rag you use to clean the counter top. It seems to snap him out of it, and he glances between you and the door, pointing after them. “They didn’t pay!”

“Thank you for the update, Columbo. Would you sit back down?”

You reach out, taking up his unfinished beer and dumping it out.

“I wasn’t done with that—”

“You’re done with it now. Sit down and gimme your phone.”

Rhett seems to take a moment to process what you've said. Then he takes your orders one after another, reaching down and taking up the stool and righting it before sitting. He fishes into his pocket, drawing his phone out and passing it over. You eye the cracked screen before you hold it up to him.

“Open it.”

He hesitates, gaze flickering to you before he does as he’s told again. You bring the phone back, finding Perry’s number and raising it to your ear.

“Rhett?” The question is croaked out after two rings, “What are you doin’, callin’ now?”

“Come get your brother.”

“...Aw, hell,” Perry mutters. The sound is in and out; you’re almost certain he's scrubbing his hand over his face. “Alright. I’ll be there in twenty.”

“Fuckin’ better. I've gotta close here.”

You don’t wait for his answer, you just hang up and toss Rhett’s phone onto the counter in front of him. You catch a glimpse of his hangdog expression as you turn away from him, taking up a coffee mug and filling it before turning back to him.

“Take your time with it,” You warn as you set it down. “It’s hot.”

“...They didn’t pay.”

“I know. They’ll come back in the morning.”

“That so?”

“Trust me. This isn’t the first time.”

“They get away with all that shit.”

“They’re not getting away with anything," You fib. "If you left without paying, I’m sure you’d be back in the morning, too.” You walk over to the counter, popping the register open and beginning to count the till out. Otherwise empty, the bar has settled into quiet, save for the murmur of music over the speakers, and the odd thud of Rhett’s coffee mug being set back down on the counter. You glance over at him, weighing your options, watching him smooth his hand over his hair, the brace on his wrist nearly obscuring his face as he reaches up. You turn back to the bills, counting through them.

“You’re having a helluva night, huh,” You comment.

“S’that supposed to mean?”

“You got a shit bull, then you struck out with that girl…And you failed to bait Luke Tillerson into trying to kick your ass.”

“How’d you know I got a bad bull?”

“Heard people talking.”

“I wasn’t trying to fight Luke.”

“Oh, please,” You chuckle. “Don’t pretend you were trying to protect the integrity of the business.”

“They act like they own everything in this damn town.”

You won’t argue with that. He’s not wrong—but it’s also not something that you’re willing to combat. They’re assholes, but they’re assholes that tip.

“Keep drinking your coffee,” You advise. “Your ma’ll have my head if you’re drunk as a skunk when you get in.”

“She won’t,” Rhett chuckles. “She loves you. ‘Sides, I did this myself.”

“I should’ve cut you off two beers ago.”

“I ain’t that bad.”

“Not all that good, either. Speaking of which, if you’re gonna toss, aim for a trash can.”

“I’m not gonna be sick.”

“You sure?”

“Trust me.”

“If you say so.”

“I been worse than this.”

“Well, that I know.”

“You’re really makin’ me feel better.”

You roll your eyes.

“I’m not here to make you feel better, Abbott. This isn’t Cheers, despite the fact that you chose to go somewhere everybody knows your name.”

“Can’t go anywhere in Amelia County without someone knowing my name.”

“Well hey, big guy, my apologies.”

“That ain’t what I mean,” Rhett chuckles. Then he perks up, patting his hands on the counter. “What can I do?”

“What?” You frown, glancing up from the stack of twenties.

“Put me to work. What can I do?”

“Seriously?”

“I’ll just be sitting here til Perry comes an’ gets me. C’mon.”

You hesitate before you nod toward the flap.

“Grab the clorox spray and wipe down the tables if you really wanna help.”

Rhett stands, rounding the counter and lifting the flap to get behind the bar. He ducks down, eyeing the shelf that you pointed to before he grabs the spray and the rag. You arch a brow, watching him round to the end of the bar, starting with the furthest tables. Maybe he’s trying to get out of trouble with you. Maybe he thinks if he helps out, you won’t mention this to his mama. Hell, you’re not planning on mentioning it to her, anyway, but you’ll take all the help you can get.

“If you throw up, you’re cleaning it up,” You warn.

“Told you,” He calls back. “I’m not gonna be sick.”

You grunt, filling out the closing sheet before tucking the cash into the envelope. You find yourself tucking it into the back of your jeans, drawing your shirt down over it. You trust Rhett, sure, but if someone comes in when you’re cleaning up and it’s just laying around, and that sleeve comes up missing, your ass is on the chopping block.

You look over to find Rhett studiously scrubbing the bar. You can’t help but smile a little. That hangdog look seems to have vanished. You can’t help but wonder what’s done it. Maybe his head is clearing up; maybe it’s because he’s helping you out, making himself useful.

“You gimme a minute, we can start putting up the chairs,” You offer.

“I can do it.”

“It’ll go faster with two.” You shut the drawer, locking it before you round the counter. You reach out, taking the rag and spray from him. “You feeling better?”

“Yeah,” He admits. “Think I just needed to move around a bit. Coffee helped.”

“Good.” You glance toward the clock. “Perry should be here soon.”

Rhett nods, picking up his coffee and taking a swig.

“Want some more?” You ask, nodding toward the mug.

“Uh…” He frowns, tipping the mug toward himself. “If there is more, yeah. Please.”

You nod, taking up the coffee pot. “Polite as always, Abbott.”

“Not always.”

“I suspect you can be damn polite when you wanna be, so long as I’m not a Tillerson.”

“Alright, let up,” He grumbles, drawing his mug back as you empty the coffee pot and set it down again. You smile as he nods back. “Are we stackin’ chairs?”

“In a minute. Drink your coffee.”

“You always been this bossy?”

“Yes.”

“How’d I never realize?”

“Probably too distracted by cute girls and the Tillerson’s to notice.”

“Jealous, honey?”

The accusation sends heat skittering up your neck. You force an eye roll, turning away and straightening up.

“Alright, cap it and help me stack some fucking chairs,” You grumble, skirting out from behind the bar.

“That a yes?” Rhett trails after you like a puppy; even with your back to him, you can practically hear his dopey smile. It makes that heat creep up just a little higher. You reach down, forcing your mind to the task at hand, and away from Rhett’s fastidious and curious gazes.

“S’alright, you can tell me. If you’d told me sooner, I might’a done something about it,” Rhett adds. You glance over toward him, watching him lift a chair and set it on the table.

“Is that right?” You ask dryly.

“Sure. Always thought you were pretty.”

“Were?” You lean into it, ready to brush off the flirting, “The bloom’s already off the rose?”

You set a chair onto the table, and before you can get any further, you feel the warmth of him behind you. He raises his hands, bracketing you in and grasping the legs of the chair that you’ve set on the table. Your heart ticks up in your chest as you keep your gaze set forward.

“You see all those other chairs, Abbott?” You ask lightly. Rhett is quiet for a moment, stepping closer, lips brushing against your temple.

“I don’t see anything else in here but you, sugar.”

You push back the warmth that his murmur wells up in favor of nudging him aside with a laugh of, “Oh, that’s good.” You walk to the next table, stalwartly keeping your gaze from his as you begin to put up more chairs. You glance back to find Rhett leaning dejectedly against the table, and you sigh softly.

“Don’t do that,” You grumble.

“What?”

“Pout.”

“I struck out twice.”

“You only struck out once.”

“What do you call this?” Rhett asks, waving his finger between the two of you. You rest a hand on the table, cocking your hip.

“This," You mimic his gesture, "Was never gonna happen. No offense, Abbott, but I don’t fuck drunk patrons.”

“What about sober ones?”

“You aren’t sober, Rhett.”

“Not right now, but…”

You raise your brows as Rhett lets it hang in the air. You consider for a moment before you shrug a little. You may as well throw the guy a bone—especially since you mean it, a little.

“Maybe,” You concede, “But bat those pretty lashes all you want, it ain’t happening tonight.”

Your stomach flips as Rhett’s lips pull into a teasing little smile. “You think my lashes are pretty?”

You laugh again, shaking your head and turning away from him.

“Put up the damn chairs, Abbott.”

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halukturgutmenguc · 2 months

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Closing time....!

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mi1es · 7 months

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swatchton dump

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shihlun · 2 months

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Masahiro Kobayashi

- Closing Time

1996

#Masahiro Kobayashi #小林政広 #closing time #francois truffaut #billy wilder #matchstick #konica big mini #camera #japanese film #1996 #tom waits

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manitat · 11 months

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T o m

#tom waits #closing time #originally released in 1973

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digisims2 · 8 months

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{ This Blog Is Now Closed }

This time for good, I'm sorry but I'm just completely done with tumblr, the crappy updates here, the endless bot invasion which tumblr can't seem to fix, the constant push to make users pay for merely existing here and so on... But most importantly because now there actually is a better option for us Sims players in Simblr.cc so I'm moving there fully.

Please respect my TOU, while I might not be here I still exist in this community you know?

You can still find me at:

Simblr.cc <- The main place now

GoS (Profile, Updates thread, Uploads at GoS)

Discord, I use name "digisims" there and you can mainly find me at Sims 2 Shenanigans, Chill Sims Chat, GoS server and Simscord servers. (+few others so if you see someone called digi on some Sims related server it's very likely me)

Wordpress (mainly a back up of all the content I've posted)

Pillowfort (occasionally mirroring posts there too but it's mostly just a backup now.)

So long and thanks for all the fish.

#blog update #closing time #as said I don't expect anyone to follow me to simblr.cc #but that's where you'll find any new content I may post so maybe check it occasionally if you want new stuff from me

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doctorwhogirlie · 4 months

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Doctor Who: Cybermat

Favourite Episode: The Tomb of the Cybermen

Home Planet: Mondas

Scary Factor: 0/10

My Personal Rating: 8/10 They're so goofy looking, I love them, the earlier they're shown in the series the more I love them.

(Please don't take these too seriously, it's just a bit of fun)

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gospexchange · 3 months

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🎼 Closing time, every new beginning, comes from some other beginning's end 🎶

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nkp1981 · 7 months

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Doctor Who Series 6 Episode 12: "Closing Time", 2011

#11th doctor #matt smith #james corden #stormageddon #closing time #doctor who

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justahumblememefarmer · 4 months

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Ultimate Doctor Who Poll Round 1 - Matchup 23

Episode Summaries under the cut

121: Under the Lake/Before the Flood - Season 9, Episodes 3 & 4: The Doctor and Clara land on an underwater base in the 22nd century, and see ghosts haunting the base. They find an alien ship on the base with strange writing on the wall. After checking it out, the ghosts attack them. While running away, the crew of the station brings them into a Faraday cage, which is able to keep the ghosts out. The ghosts are also unable to come out when the base is in day mode. The ghosts are intelligent and are working on programming it to constantly be night. They also sent a distress call, which the Doctor cancels and puts the base on lockdown, as he doesn't want the ghosts to succeed in getting out.

They lure the ghosts into the Faraday cage and trap them inside. One deaf crew member is able to read the lips of the ghosts repeated message, which the Doctor realizes are coordinates to the flooded town outside the base. They also realize the strange writing programmed the coordinates into their heads and are what make people become ghosts when they die. They send out a probe and return a stasis pod that they are unable to open. The changes to night and day mode at the base cause a system error and the base starts flooding. The Doctor and two crew members make it to the TARDIS, but Clara and the remaining crew are stuck on the other side of the flooded base. The Doctor takes the crew back to before the village flooded.

They arrive in the past, on the day the spaceship landed. They see that it is essentially a hearse, does not have the strange writing on the wall, and is manned by an alien whose ghost they saw in the future. He explains that he is transporting the body of the Fisher King. In the future, the ghost of the Doctor appears listing out the names of everybody in the order in which they died, including those who are still alive. In the past, they return to the ship to find the Fisher King escaped his tomb and the writing is on the wall. The Fisher King kills the alien, who becomes the first ghost. He soon kills one of the crew who becomes the second.

They take the TARDIS 30 minutes into the past, to when they first landed. The Doctor makes the remaining crew member wait on board the TARDIS and goes to confronts the Fisher King, who plans to turn everybody into ghosts to transmit a signal for his people to come rescue him. The Doctor bluffs by claiming that he erased the words on the ship. The Fisher King returns to his ship to rewrite the words, but finds them still there, just as a device the Doctor activated blows a whole in the dam, causing the flood. The Doctor enters the stasis pod himself, and the TARDIS returns to the future to avoid the flood.

In the future, he emerges from the stasis pod, and sends out a signal to get rid of the ghosts. He reveals that his own ghost was only a hologram that he projected. The rest of the crew get to safety, and the Doctor and Clara leave in the TARDIS.

129: Closing Time - Season 6, Episode 12: The Doctor goes to visit his friend Craig, who he'd met previously. Craig is looking after his baby while his wife takes a short vacation to rest. After noticing some electrical irregularities and a newspaper article about missing people, he gets a job at the toy department of a department store. Craig runs into him there the next day, and while taking the lift are teleported onto a Cyberman ship, but he reverses it and gets him and Craig to safety. He allows Craig to help him investigate the situation.

They discover that the Cyber-ship crashed centuries ago with a single survivor. Recent electrical work for the shop reactivated the ship and it has been slowly draining power and capturing people to convert. The Doctor makes it aboard the ship and is captured, but Craig follows him. They grab Craig and begin to convert him, but the sound of his baby crying causes a surge of emotion that overrides the Cyber programming and he escapes. The Doctor teleports them out and destroys the ship behind them.

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pazzesco · 6 months

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Philip Woolway | Pulp Fiction - Still Life Photography

Philip Woolway | Self Portrait - "Waiting for Inspiration"

Philip Woolway | Vanitas with Flowers

Philip Woolway | "Headhunters - Only if you are alive" - Only if you are alive when they take your skull can the Borneo headhunters carve their ornate tribal patterns. To take the head from your opponent in battle is the highest honour. Once the head is yours then the vanquished will be your slave in the afterlife, so much at stake. Many of the skulls featured in the shot are believed to be over 200 years old and possibly from Portuguese sailors who invaded the islands.

Philip Woolway | Passion Flower - A still life study of the magnificent and intricate passion flower in full bloom featuring both full facing and side views. Captured in macro detail for every spec of pollen.

The name ‘passion flower’ refers to the passion of Jesus and the genus therefore has a particular relevance at Easter. Spanish Christian missionaries adopted the unique structure of the plant as symbols of the last days of Jesus and especially his crucifixion. The symbolism of the different floral parts is as follows:

the five petals and five sepals taken together represent the ten faithful apostles (excluding St Peter the denier and Judas the betrayer)

the flower’s radial filaments or corona represent the crown of thorns

the three stigmas represent the three nails and the five anthers the five wounds (four by nails and one by the lance)

the tendrils represent the whips used in the flagellation of Christ

Philip Woolway | "Larry" - The story is that Larry was, in a previous life a janitor at a French medical institute. Larry enjoyed his work and worked there all his life. At his request he left his body to the institute for medical research. I think the single tooth grinning at me convinced me in an instance that a photograph was demanded.