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Another regular day in the Castle passed by. The Scottish garbage man just endlessly cleaning the streets, bored as usual. He has been doing this for god knows how long, there was nothing new to do on the castle anymore. Sometimes there were some Brawls, sometimes he just met to chat a bit with his russian friend, but other than that, his routine was rather monotone and hollow.
That feeling of emptiness seemingly spread through him faster than he thought it was possible, but with a gesture he swept it off, as one would sweep some dust with a broom. His thoughts, however, seemed determined not to leave him in peace, haunting and taunting his temper, as if wanting him to get angry about his fate.
"Ah ain' got no time for tha' shitte" the scotman mumbled. He just wanted to get his job done quickly and have the rest of the day free, maybe even participate in some Brawls, but his memories and mind wouldn't leave him alone. "Ah, who am ah tricken'? Ah just need t' sweep thi rubbish and get over ths' before night, dammit"
The Brawl below the castle was easily audible, the screams and cheers of both teams being heard from the top of the castle, kinda wrecking the worker's weak nerves. Seemed to be Brawl Ball, and the blue team was winning, but couldn't get over it quickly to Ash's pain.
The blue team, Rico, Jacky and Mortis quickly took control of the center. The red team, Nita, Edgar and R-T, was being cornered against their own goal. Mortis swang his shovel, getting into a harsh fight with Edgar as Rico dealt with Nita. Jacky, between swears and insults, was managing to sneak in with the ball, almost there…
Then the man realized that he was once again distracted with a mere Brawl, something rather normal for Brawlers since everything that happened at Starr Park. "Ah goddammit" he yelled out loud, his fists clenching of frustrations as he returned back to his job. The cheers for blue team were heard in the distance.
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Later on that day, Ash was already done with his job. A crappy job for a crappy man, he always said. Most of the brawlers disliked him, not like he cared. His temper was bad enough already, no need to deal with anyone else than Grom, His R.A.T.S, and his broom.
He passed by the castle's cafeteria. "Maybe sum' actual food would've nic' ah think" he mumbled to himself. He was used to eating just trash and leftovers, his health not being the best thanks to it, so maybe getting something to eat that wasn't rotting would be nice.
Inside, only the brawlers that had participated on today's Brawls were inside. They were just chatting, and mostly avoided the scotman. Good for him.
But with the corner of his bloodshot eyes due to the lack of sleep, he could see the girl of the drill staring at him with an interested and flirtatious expression. The drill was all dirty from the Brawl of that day, unlike the others, seemed like she didn't really bother to clean it.
He sighed. He didn't like going near people most times, but dirt was something that stressed him even more. So he just approached Jacky, looking at her with tired eyes.
"What's up f###er?" She saluted with a smirk. The scot wasn't offended in the slightes, and just pointed at the dirty drill. "Lad, yer weapon is filthy. May ah ask if ah can clean it for ye? Is mah duty to-"
Jacky just kept smirking, gently patting his shoulder. Jacky was fairly short, but Ash being even shorter made him feel kinda pathetic. "Sure sir. It's dirty from all the times I f###ing shoved it into Mortis ### during the f###ing Brawl!" The vampire just stared at her, before going back to his business of chatting and drinking.
Ash just took the weapon. It was heavy, but overall a normal drill. Some water from a nearby bucket, some cleaning and some insults later and it would be done.
As he worked, his mind raced with thoughts about the miner girl. She was kinda attractive, but also didn't seem to be repulsed by the garbage collector. She seemed to enjoy his prescence judging by the strangely comfortable smirk she constantly gave.
He was finally done with his job. "Ah, it's done ye lass. Have yer drill back, lad" he said, putting back the drill at Jacki's table. She just answered with a cackle and some drill-censored curses only Jesus knows where she'd learn.
The miner girl held Ash's hand tightly, her grasp being strong enough not to let go. Ash wasn't the biggest fan of psychical contact, and his patience was slowky running low, when Jacky spoke again, gently pulling Ash closer "You're good taking out the trash. What about taking me out, eh?"
Even through the mists of his suit that hid most of his face on his armor, the blushing was very notable. Dammit, he had fell for a girl in just some moments. What nonsense, yet here they were.
"Come on, the proud Scotman is blushing like a f###ing baby?" Jacky said with a cocky grin, gently forcing him to take a seat by her side. "Hey, Barley, two shots of the strongest bull####t you've got or I'm kicking your ### with my f###ing drill again, hear me b#tchm?"
The bartender was used to her rude attitude, his robotic body having suffered Jacky's drill many times, his eye being a weak sport for that weapon. Still, who wasn't used to it was Ash, being a blushing and nerves mess on his seat.
As the robot approached, Jacky just drank in one-go the first glass, as if challenging Ash to see who could stand more. The man was always eager for a challenge, so leaving the nerves aside, he decided to go for it, drinking like the Scotman he was.
For one night, he'd allow himself to feel love in his strange way. And maybe the miner girl too. Even if their ways were rude and harsh, even if it was competitive. One night of love wouldn't harm no one.