ARCHER - your biggest fan

[andrew michael hayes]

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[atrb=background,http://i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/AndyNewTableMid_zps1054dbc7.png] The dog pranced excitedly at his side, well aware of where they were going. While it was a bit of a walk, Andrew had been coming to The Sugar Shack with Jet for a while now. Long walks through the town, through the woods, or anywhere really were nice, and Jet had stopped tiring out so quickly a while ago. The dog’s golden coat glittered in the sunlight, and his well-built golden-retriever frame made him appear so regal. No one would guess Andrew had snagged this dog from a kill shelter, granted only skin and bones then, but still a full-bred Golden Retriever, who even in his worst state, was gorgeous, and a sweetheart. It used to be that he’d tie up Jet outside, go get what he wanted, and then come eat it outside. They’d been coming here enough now that, depending who was working, so long as the place was not to crowded, and no one made any complaints, he could bring Jet inside. The dog wasn’t always the best listener, but he was obedient and relaxed enough that he could behave himself. He was also great with people, and loved the attention that he received, going to places like this. Andrew didn’t particularly love it so much, but he’s learned not to mind it. Today, the place was practically deserted, so Andrew didn’t tie up his dog, instead going in and walking to the counter, ordering a hot chocolate and a chocolate croissant, everything being better when it was chocolate, of course. He also got a mini muffin for Jet, and paid and made his way to a small table in the corner, in front of the window, and sat down to enjoy his food, unwrapping the mini muffin and sending Jet through a series of tricks before giving him the treat. He pulled the backpack that he had with him off his shoulder, first taking out the doggy portable water bowl and bottle out, pouring a little for the dog to lap up, and then pulling out a notebook and placing it on the table, opening the front pocket of the bag and finding a pencil. It was rather obsessive of Andrew, and so he kept these tendencies secret, but when he became interested in someone, he would draw them, or write stories. Not about him and the person, but stories in which the person stars, like fairy tales or mysteries. His art skills didn't fail him. Andrew could sketch well, and was currently drawing a picture. Not of Gus, but of the horse he owned, carefully remembering the markings, and the muscles of the beast, shading it in as he needed. He had a lot of practice drawing horses, and it was a pretty detailed drawing that he'd been working on for a while, whenever he had nothing to do. ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : it's time – imagine dragons

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[Archer Landon Kolt]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #a34f4d solid 10px; width: 450px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Can't be love I'm not feeling tagged Andrew/Iron notes Poor Archer has no idea what he's in for credits template by irish! Mornings, when you worked at a mechanic's shop started early, and evenings ended late. Since Archer owned the mechanic's shop, and lived in the small apartment above the office, he was always up first thing to unlock the doors, and get some paperwork done before the business picked up for the day. They were pretty well booked, and what little breaks they had usually ended up being filled with walk-ins. Archer, and his mechanics, had worked hard to build up a good reputation in the community, and now that they'd done that they had a good deal of business. Archer was really not a very good businessman, considering he spent much of his own time doing jobs that didn't actually pay, or at least paid less than what it cost to do it. His employees mostly did the jobs that did pay, that way he could make sure that they were all getting paid. But doing for people was what he liked to do, so he really didn't mind that he was barely making enough money to cover his personal bills. Today, though, was an unusual day where they actually had a lull in business, which meant they could either get some paperwork done, or log some downtime. Considering how often he submitted himself to long hours of paperwork for the sake of the business, he decided that just this once he was going to allow himself to take a break from work and do something a little more relaxing. It wasn't often that he did things for himself, considering how his brain completely overrode his "self preservation" instinct when someone else was in need. If he was down to his last dollar and saw someone who might need it a little bit, he would sooner give it to them than put it towards his own needs. Of course, when he told everyone he was going to leave for a bit, they all had to protest that he got to leave while they had to stay, so he promised he would return with caffeinated beverages for all of them, which promptly silenced their protests. Really, they were all more like friends instead of co-workers, employees, and employers. He mostly just did errands during his break time, considering he rarely had enough time to get basic things like that done during the day, especially since he normally ended up working on weekends, even though the shop was closed on Saturday and Sunday. He didn't have much of a social life, so he figured he might as well just get work done. The time was short, though, so he got a few things done in town then headed for the bakery, which had significantly less expensive coffee than the coffee shop, which was just as good as the kind from vintage brew. When he stepped in through the door, though, he was distracted from the task at hand by the dog which was seated by a table, and from the dog his attention shifted to the owner of the dog, who he immediately recognized. Andy looked like he was currently working on something or another, and Archer didn't really want to interrupt him, but at the same time it would be considered rather rude if he just came and went without saying a word to him. So he decided that he should probably go say hello, it was the least he could do, really. As he approached, he couldn't help but notice the sketch, which looked quite like one of Gustavo's horses, even though he tried not to be nosey. Before saying anything, though, he diverted his attention back to the dog, just so Andy wouldn't feel like Archer was butting into his business. "I don't think I've seen a dog this well behaved in public before." He said, figuring the dog was probably a good gateway into conversation. When all else failed, dogs tended to be a good icebreaker. There was no telling why, they just were.

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[IRONMAN]

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[atrb=background,http://i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/AndyNewTableMid_zps1054dbc7.png] Not having heard Archer coming, Andy was startled at the familiar voice, instinctively flipping his notebook shut. Oh, smooth, cause that wasn't obvious. he scolded himself, but smiled a warm greeting. Of course, Andrew was actually not bad at all in social situations, it just when it came to guys that sparked his interest where he became all awkward. Jet sat up, ears perked, instantly leaning forward to smell Archer's hands. Andy grabbed the leash and tugged him backwards. ”Oh! Hey, Archer.” He said happily, placing his arm on top of the notebook. Archer had probably seen the drawing, maybe recognized it. Yeah, it was a creeper like tendency, so it was probably best that people didn't see things like that... Too late. Luckily, Archer didn't say anything pertaining to the drawing, instead choosing to comment on jet's behavior. His dog was generally well behaved indoors, it was outside where the canine sometimes got a bit out of hand, running about to random people and chasing any given animate object at any moment. ”Eh, he's showing off today, on his best behavior.” One hand rubbed the fur on Jet's scruff. There was no trace of the awkwardness in his speech he had in the one encounter he'd had with Archer before. ”Taking a break?” he asked, recalling Archer's job and ownership of the local auto mechanics. He figured that was probably fairly busy, and he didn't really peg Archer as the type to stop midday much to drop by the Sugar Shack, and he hadn't spotted him here before, either. ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : it's time – imagine dragons

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[Archer Landon Kolt]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #a34f4d solid 10px; width: 450px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Can't be love I'm not feeling tagged Andrew/Iron notes Poor Archer has no idea what he's in for credits template by irish! If there was one thing that Archer was good at when it came to business, it was making people feel welcomed and that he wasn't going to do anything shady behind their backs. His prices were honest, his work and that of his employees was high quality, and they were incredibly timely. Probably the only one who didn't necessarily fit in to the "friendly" mold was Inez, but she was a special case, and Archer had, admittedly, grown a bit fond of her crazy antics. Typically, she didn't have to interact all that much with the customers, so it wasn't a problem. Scott wasn't exactly gungho about being super friendly, but he was always civil and hadn't ever made someone feel like they were unwelcome. That said, Archer had gotten pretty good at the art of conversation in that which might otherwise be an incredibly awkward situation. Now, though.. for whatever reason, he felt slightly out of place, like the words he wanted to say just weren't going to come out right. It was an unusual feeling for him, to say the least. "I don't find that hard to believe." He said in reference to the dog, reaching out towards the dog so he would cease from straining against his collar. Archer had always been rather fond of dogs, but in his rather busy lifestyle, he felt like a dog would feel too neglected under his ownership, and being cooped up in a stuffy auto shop all day was no life for a dog. So he had resigned himself to just enjoying other people's dogs when he came across them. "Something like that," he added in response to Andy's inquiry, "The mechanics were going to revolt if I didn't promise to bring them coffee when I got back... especially Inez." Archer would be the first to admit that Inez was a rather frightening individual. As much as she'd grown on him, he wouldn't confront her about anything unless she was about 50 feet away from him and enclosed in a steel cage with no wrenches or other tools anywhere within ten miles. Granted, he was the one who wrote her paycheck so he doubted that she would actually try to kill him, but one could never be too sure. It was better to be safe than sorry in this case, he figured.

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