Ding Dong, Avon Calling! {Mallory}

[LIAM HENDERSON]

So odd jobs were good, right? Liam didn't have time between school and now tutoring to work a steady job. Not to mention he didn't want to have to explain to his boss why he effective had a guard-roommate waiting for him outside of work every night. The gay jokes would be endless. So, oddjobs in the light of day were his only option. He had put up a flier in various cafes, restuaunts and newspapers; offering to do anything from mowing the lawn to cleaning.

It wasn't going too well until he got a call from some snooty sounding woman, hiring to come clean her apartment. She gave him the address, and the next day Liam showed up in a white shirt, old jeans, hoodie around his waist, and a bucket of cleaning supplies. Of course...it wasn't just any apartment. It had to be the Ice Palace. Great. Just. Freaking great. Suddenly he got a shot of nerves running through him. He should've worn scrubs or something. A heavily tattooed and somewhat pierced young man showing at the door to clean a rich person's house...didn't that...wasn't that like on every serial killer To-Do list? Great.

He walked into the lobby, and immediately got the stares. He was a fish out of water, big time. He could pretty much smell the money coming from the place. Of course he loved it. Liam wasn't a complete punk. He had his dreams, his goals. And none of them included living in a shack for his life. He shuffled towards the front desk, trying to look as humble and innocent as he possibly could. And even with the heavy amounts of ink, his very tiny stature made it quite easy to appear untimidating. "Uhh...Liam Henderson? I was hired by a Miss Torres? To clean?" The man behind the desk eyed Liam.

Clean. Sure. Liam looked as much like a maid as Audrey Hepburn looked like a grunge superstar. The man behind the counter sighed. Mallory must be on one of those weird bad-boy swings again, but her to stoop so low? How sad. "Go right on up...I'll buzz her." The man labeled 'Henry' drawled, and turned his back to pick up a glossy black phone. He slid a piece of paper over the counter to Liam, doing his best not to touch the youngman's CLEAN tattooed hands. Liam sighed, and took the paper, and marched to the elevator. Maybe he should have worn the hoodie instead of around his waist...to cover up the tattoos.

He scratched his head as he punched in the elevator buttons. She was all the way at the top. The Penthouse. God. He was about to clean the Queen of the Palace's living quarters. He was going to die. That's it. He was going to die. For possibly the millionth time, he considered pulling out his phone and quickly texting his will to Jamie. With absolutely no idea who lay beyond the door, he stepped out of the elevator, and stared at the clean, neat door and held his breath. He should turn around, just ignore the call, and go about his merry way. But he needed the money. He was down to two smokes, and it resulted in a wrestling match when he tried to grab some of Jamie's. Fuck.

He raised his hand, his knuckles hesitated over the door, hesitating. He took a deep breath and let out two loud knocks. "Uhh, Liam. To clean the apartment---penthouse? Liam Henderson?" He called out, his voice nervous. What a dork. He was a dork. Miss Torres was probably some rich business woman...or a cougar who liked to prey on cute, tiny, innocent tattooed boys. What was he doing?! HIS VIRTUE WAS AT RISK. HE SHOULD TURN AROUND. Leave. Just. Yes, he should leave. He started to take a step back from the door. Fifteen seconds. If she wasn't at the door in fifteen seconds--he'd book it. To save his virtue, of course.

Tags: Theo / Mallory / Olley / Liam
Notes: HIS VIRTUEEE. NUUU.
Outfit: Casual a la Maid.
Songs: Curve of Curves by Cute Is What We Aim For

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