zimbits au wherein a run in with the lax bros leads to a run in with jack
Eric’s walking down the street, latte in one hand and
phone in the other, only a very little bit lost on his spontaneous scenic
detour to the library. He’s halfway through composing a tweet when several
air-horns blast in his direction at once.
He swears, jumps about a mile out of his skin, and
drops both his coffee and his phone.
The coffee, sadly, goes up before it comes down, and
manages to splash all over his front before spilling across his shoes too. He
quickly retrieves his phone from the pavement before it’s similarly attacked by
the travelling coffee, and checks it over for damage. He sighs out when he sees
it’s only a little scratched on the side of the case, and presses a palm to his
chest to try and calm the furious beating of his heart.
He looks over to the house across the way, out of
which several, men—actually, boys, Eric’s
going to call them after that stunt—are laughing at him, and high-fiving each
other. Eric flushes and screws his lips together, telling himself not to cry in
front of them, not to give them the satisfaction.
Eric looks behind him to see a moustached man flipping
the bird to the boys in the house across the street.
“Fuck off to your basement of inadequacy and wine
coolers, you absolute shitfuckers.”
The boys don’t take his advice, but rather, blast their
air-horns again which causes Eric to hunch up his shoulders.
“Hey, brah, you alright?” The man walks up to Eric and
looks him over. “Shit, dude. They got you good.”
Eric sighs out, trying to keep his composure. “It’s
alright. Thanks for telling them off.”
“Fucking LAX bros. I live for telling them off. Come
on inside and I’ll help you clean up.”
“Alright so you don’t want to talk about the Raptors let’s
talk about (Y/N).” Hoskins declared and Owen sighed.
“(Y/N)’s one of my best assistants, anything that I need
doing gets done and she’s quick to get everyone in line so I can get on with
working on the Raptors.” Owen finished and rolled his eyes because he knew what
Hoskins would say next.
“Hope the girls got enough energy after all that to go all
night.” He chortled and Owen shot him a disapproving glance. “If I was cooped
up in that trailer with her I’d lose my job with the amount of work I’d skip.”