#shirking responsibilities to hook up with an influencer in a nearby motel? that won't cut it my dude

[ironliam]

a little starter for @rhettcastillo​ !

“Hey, Sarg,” Liam yelled, trying to get the man’s attention. Waving manically like an idiot, catching his occasional employer in a fucking parking lot on a whim was not how he wanted to approach Rhett. But, Liam reasoned to himself, it was going to have to be now or never. “I am practicing a thing a weirdo called politeness. I know you weren’t so happy back when I skipped out on some, well, maybe majority of that one construction project a while back.” As in, Liam gave a six word text to Rhett before bailing on the work to go to a rave festival. When Liam rambled – which was rare as he disliked saying more than three syllables at once – it made his accent stronger as if the words were clinging to the back of his throat. As if, Liam had to choke before his body would let him continue with normal human conversation. “And I do appreciate the chances you’ve given me, being able to help run the fights and all that.” He gave a dramatic pause. Liam really hated disappointing Rhett, and he was one of the few who commanded a sliver of discipline from Liam. “I know we’re doing well, getting some rowdy newcomers, but uhh-” He wasn’t really sure how to continue, taking consequences for his actions was a genuine allergy. Liam took a pause, not sure how to continue, crossed his arms as this exercise gave his brain the most painful workout on the planet.