ONE MORE TIME - brallon drabbles

cluster hoard #1

// This cluster hoard consists of real events that were witnessed during Black Friday at a local mall. //

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title: the t-shirt guy

// Brendon needed a new shirt and so, that's when he met the nerdy yet cute employee. //

Brendon needed a new shirt and he was at an Old Navy's, examining the graphic t-shirt rack that had a fifty percent off sale. There was lots of shirts referring to popular television shows and movies with all kinds of designs on them. He had no idea which to choose as his parents gave him only a limited amount of money to spend.

He picked up this Star Wars tee and the design was quite simple a black shirt with the logo on the front but it was too simple for his taste.

"Star Wars fan, I see?" A person who approached Brendon from the side spoke.

Brendon quickly looked up to see who's voice had commented. His head turned to the right and he's greeted with a chest. He looked up and saw a guy, older-looking, with a blue name tag that said "Dallon"

"Yeah, something like that." Brendon was lying a bit. He never really saw all the movies or got obsessed with little details and theories of the series. At maximum, he had only watched two movies and knew a few characters. Lying to the seemingly kind employee made Brendon feel a dash terrible.

"Y'know, there's this shirt that has always been my favorite. Actually, it's from here! Hold on, I think we have it on this rack." Brendon shifted a little and his eyes were still on the man, watching him get a shirt. "Hey, what size are you?"

"Medium." Brendon responded.

"Ha-ah! Here you go!" The Old Navy's employee held out a black shirt that had a little Millennium Falcon on the the pocket of the shirt. "See the front is pretty simple but bam!" He turned the shirt over, showing a larger version of the well-known ship with complimentary colors and words that say "Millennium Falcon Tour 1997!" in yellow.

"I love this shirt so much, you have no idea. See, Star Wars came out in 1997 and that's why it says that year on the shirt and ah! You should definitely buy this shirt if you like Star Wars! Besides, it is half off, it's only like eight dollars now!" The man was nerding out over a shirt and to Brendon, he's quite cute when he's doing that. Dallon couldn't stop smiling and was waiting for Brendon's response.

"Well, it's a cool shirt might as well get it since a cute guy told me to." Brendon had this smirk on his face and Dallon got all flustered. People around them were giving them stares and a blush appeared on Dallon's face.

"Snap out of it, Dallon, you've got some people who need your assistance." Brendon laughed, grabbing the t-shirt out of Dallon's hand and swapped it with his own number. Dallon turned around and talked to the woman who asked for help with Brendon's number burning in his hand.

Brendon walked toward check-out and didn't look back at Dallon but he could feel the constant stare of the blue-eyed man behind him. Guess he did get something this Black Friday. Two for one deal, hell yeah!

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title: free rolls?

// Dallon met a customer dressed like a  Christmas maniac. And the guy asked for some free rolls. //

He was tired and Black Friday was biting his ass. The time was 12:40 a.m. and the employees of the Cinnabon counter-side store had grown tired and their last amounts of energy went to cleaning the place up. Dallon was lucky as he was assigned register and all he had to was take any interested customers before the mall closed.

A family had ordered and sat down at the elevated table, where you can watch employees make the rolls. They were lively and eating the sweets. The family seemed to get along well, even if there was one teenage girl looking like she came out of 2005. Dallon smiled at them and he decided to wait by leaning against the counter while the other coworkers scattered around, trying to close the store and wrap everything up.

Dallon closed his eyes for a second and the sound of the crowd went away for a while but this annoying jingle of bells was messing up the calming darkness. He opened his eyes and looked at the other person, who's on the other side of the counter.

This guy was literally Christmas personified. Jingle bells all over his body, green, red, and white colored everywhere, and had this stupid elf's hat as well as red circles paint on his cheeks. Dallon was trying his hardest not to burst out in laughter.

"May I—" Dallon started but the other guy decided to intervene.

"Okay, yeah, no. Look, I did not walk around this whole mall in this fucking costume and not get free cinnamon rolls." Ooh, a stupid guy did a stupid bet.

Dallon probably could have died from laughter right there, right now. This Christmas idiot must be joking.

"You do know that's not how business works, right...?" Dallon said in a kind voice even though his words sounded condescending.

"Of course, I'm not an idiot," Okay, right. "Look, I made this bet and if I can get some free rolls, I'll get some really good details or even money! I'll do anything you want! Want me to work your shift or suck you—"

"Nope! No, thank you, I don't need anything from you." Dallon interrupted and his face got slightly red. The guy was pretty attractive and the thought of him doing that to Dallon seemed a little right.

The guy on the other side had this silly grin and Dallon tried to hide his blush. "So, maybe you'll consider it. But c'mon! Just give me a few and I'll—uh, um, give you my number! How about it?"

The employees around Dallon had stared at him, not telling him whether his decision really mattered. As long as the rolls got paid, they could care less.

Dallon just groaned and shifted to the heating machine, where the cinnamon rolls laid to stay hot. God, he wished he wasn't so easy to mess around with and having a really cute guy in front of him was an instant lost.

"Yes! Thank you! Here, lemme just right down my digits..." The Christmas guy smiled and pulled out a sticky note from his red backpack. While Dallon was about to open the glass panel of the machine, he decided against it and might as well just give him a whole box of pre-made ones. Besides, Dallon could pay for it, it's fine.

He walked all the way to the stacked boxes with the pre-made rolls and grabbed one box. When he came back, there was a sticky note with digits on it and a smile on the other's guy face.

"Thank you so much! You know, I actually wouldn't mind if you called me again and I probably could more than cinnamon rolls for free." Brendon emphasized the word and took the box out of Dallon's hand with a wink before proceeding to walk away.

The employees were already "oohing" at Dallon as he took out his own wallet to pay for the free rolls. Dallon didn't even get his name—oh, wait, there it was on the note.

"Brendon."

Perhaps the holidays this year wouldn't be so lonely.

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ah! i was sorta disappointed by only having two drabbles in this hoard but i guess it will have to do...? these prompts were funny to me as they happened and i just inserted dallon and brendon into these scenarios. i hope they weren't too boring or dull, sorry to have them end the same way, but hey, this is what these cluster hoards are for! i thought about the new hoard in the shower...? really weird and it may have to do with animals...?? we'll see. but, thank you for reading! have a great day! <33