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Zooommbeh AU (It's Not About Zombies)
By: winterssmary Date: March 23, 2019, 10:00 pm
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Eli & Grace & Roman & Ariel & Enzo & Dmitri
By: winterssmary Date: March 23, 2019, 10:54 pm
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Blake//Sam//Wyatt//David//Chris//Andrea
By: Zellaphone Date: March 24, 2019, 2:54 am
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The Gang: Post 1
By: winterssmary Date: March 27, 2019, 10:53 pm
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America was weird. Really weird. Nice, sure, but definitely
different from everywhere else he had been. Dmitri had never
been around such a diverse crowd with so many different kinds of
people and so many different languages -- many of which he
understood. He had never been around a place where there seemed
to be so much wildlife, yet nature as so contained. He had never
been somewhere where everything was so artificial and man-made.
It was strange, but not without it's perks. It was, of course,
the little things that Dmitri loved the most about the United
States. The little things like Panera Bread.
He was planning on eating in the restaurant before making his
way back to the fairgrounds that night. As much as he enjoyed
his co-workers, he didn't much like eating around them. Or
spending all of his free time with them. Dmitri liked to spend
time people-watching in the city. Sometimes he just liked to be
by himself. Either way, he needed space, and being stared at for
a living didn't always award him such opportunity. But, in the
crowded restaurant in the middle of Manhattan, he was allowed a
little privacy and a break from the high-energy life he was used
to. He waited in line before ordering his sandwich, but not
without difficulty. His accent and not-so-perfect English proved
to be a challenge with some employees, but he was patient and so
was the cashier. It all got worked out in the end, he supposed.
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Grace had had a long day. She was always exhausted after labs
and this was no exception. On top of that, she'd spent the
majority of the day by herself, since Leah was on a Tinder date,
Sierra was at her internship, and Jonah was nowhere to be found.
All of her other friends seemed to be missing too, which was
odd, she though, given that it was around dinner time. She
didn't think that everyone would have gone out without telling
her, but it shouldn't really surprise her. She was pretty busy
and they probably didn't want to bother her or anything. Still,
it bothered her that she was by herself. She never did too well
with being alone. She had hoped that having her boyfriend would
somehow change all of that, but it didn't seem to be working for
her. Jonah preferred to not spend much time with her. And when
they were together, he was pretty distant.
Still, being completely alone in her room was pretty strange for
her. She took a shower, which was nice after getting covered in
blood from the dissections during her lab today, and changed
into her pajamas and a fuzzy bathrobe. She curled up with a
throw blanket and a bowl of tomato soup for dinner, Netflix
providing background noise while she ate. She kept her phone
close, in case Jonah wanted to come over or Leah needed her to
fake a crisis to get out of her date. After finishing her dinner
and washing her bowl, she curled back up in her bed and
accidentally started to drift off to sleep.[/center]
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Eli wasn't on tour, per say, but he liked to pretend that he
was. He was traveling around the country -- or wherever he
wanted -- playing whatever music he wanted to whatever crowd he
wanted. He had no desire to get to stardom from this. He didn't
need to. He had more money than he needed to maintain his
current lifestyle. He simply enjoyed this. He enjoyed playing
music and writing songs and performing for a crowd and making
people happy. Music had a power of unification that many other
art forms didn't have. Having the freedom to truly make only the
music he wanted was nice. He didn't have to answer to a record
company or go by audience polls since he wasn't trying to make
money at it. He could just play.
And that was his plan for that night. He was just going to do a
few piano covers -- since there was no way in hell that he felt
prepared to play any of his original stuff; his original lyrics
were painfully horrible. He was going to hope for an applause
and then move on with his life. Maybe to another bar. Maybe to
another city. But he was starting to like New York. The people
weren't always great, but it was a place for artists and he was
an artist. Staten Island wasn't the cleanest or prettiest of
places in the city, but it was still a step up from where he
came from. Culturally, at least.
Lucky's Tavern was kind of a dive bar. It didn't take much to
book a gig there. In fact, all it took was one call to one of
the bartenders and he was set. The actual staff was scarce that
night. There was only one waitress to take care of the entire
bar and only one bartender to make drinks for everyone. Eli
wasn't sure exactly how that would play out unless this place
just wasn't going to draw a large crowd. He didn't know if he
was relieved for disappointed. On one hand, he wouldn't have to
play for a large crowd, so he could dial back the nervousness.
On the other hand, playing a small crowd was a little
underwhelming.
After the bartender, Enzo, gave Eli the go-ahead, he introduced
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Despite work not being particularly rough, Ariel was completely
drained from her day. She was fully aware that her job wasn't
especially tiresome for ordinary people. She was an art teacher
at NYU. She only had four classes a day and she only worked four
days a week. Plus, all of her classes afforded her the luxury of
sitting through most of it. Regardless, she was exhausted after
almost every day, even when her heart behaved for most of it.
She frequently had issues with palpitations and pains, many of
which her students were aware of and tried to help her through.
But it didn't matter. It also didn't matter that she'd been
living with this disorder since she was born. She'd never get
used to it and it'd never get easier.
So, when she got home from her short work day, she relaxed as
best as she could, taking a nap and a warm bath and tending to
her many houseplants before David got home from work. They
decided on a date night, which was something that they did
regularly. She wasn't entirely sure where they were going yet,
but she got ready and just decided to go with it. There wasn't
anything David could really do to disappoint her, so she wasn't
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Gang Gang: Post 1
By: Zellaphone Date: March 29, 2019, 3:27 am
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[center]To say that Wyatt's day had been stressful was an
understatement. He had gotten up at five in the morning, as
usual, had his morning coffee, and began planning out his next
designs for women's clothing only to remember that the 90s were
still coming back into style. The fucking 90s. Why couldn't
people just let things die? Flannel, leather jackets, round
glasses, and combat boots were one thing, but dungarees, mommy
jeans, and denim on denim? Who in their right mind let those
things make a comeback? He could easily incorporate a lot of the
trends into his ideas, but there was only so much you could do
with flannel. He'd just have to get creative. That was his job
after all, correct?
Wyatt sighed to himself, shoving his sketchpad and fabric
swatches under his arm. He re-buttoned his suit jacket,
smoothing it out before entering one of his favorite places to
grab a quick bite: Panera Bread. This Panera just happened to be
close to his office where he did a lot of work with his
employees, so he was a regular. It was rare that he'd encounter
a worker that didn't already have a good idea of what he wanted.
Normally, he'd just get the tomato soup bread bowl with an iced
coffee, but he'd switch it up every now and again. The mac and
cheese always intrigued him.
Wyatt stood in line behind a particularly tall man, not paying
him much mind as he checked his phone for any updates on
anything. Thankfully, his schedule seemed mostly clear this week
as he just brainstormed new ideas. Perhaps he'd release a new
line of women's dresses with pockets.... Maybe some could
feature plaid? He was mostly absorbed in his own mind when he
inched closer to the register, but the sound of a rather thick
Russian accent broke him out of his train of thought. For the
first time, Wyatt looked at the man standing in front of him,
and his heart practically jumped right out of his chest. He
hadn't seen many men that looked quite like him. He was
extraordinarily tall, as mention before, with a neatly trimmed
bead and wisps of brown hair. His eyebrows were a little thick,
but they worked for him, and his nose did the perfect little
dive towards his lips. The man looked like he was a Greek
statue. He was about as tall as one, that was for sure.
Wyatt couldn't help but stare as the man ordered, smiling as the
man did his best to convey his order to the cashier with his
broken English. It was adorable, really, and Wyatt found himself
wanting to know more about the very, very handsome man. It had
been awhile since his last date, but Wyatt was a bit of an
expert on flirting. It was just how he talked, to be honest.
The Russian man finished his order, moving aside so Wyatt could
place his order with ease, the cashier remembering most of his
usual order. What was his name again? Trent? That sounded right.
"Thank you, Trent," he said smoothly with a toothy smile,
sliding aside next to the Russian to wait for his order. "Pardon
me," he said, "accidentally" brushing the man's shoulder. You
always needed to start off slow before working your way up to
stronger flirting. A simple excuse to speak to them before
starting a conversation. It was just a few things Wyatt had
picked up throughout the years. Saying something small that
could possibly lead to the other having a response was a nice
tactic. With the other man being Russian, there was an obvious
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[center]Sam darted up the stairs towards Grace's dorm, already
partially out of breath from running so much. Maybe he should
have had Connor drop him off closer to Grace's, but it was too
late to well on past decisions now. He had just been too excited
to tell Grace about all he had just experienced the last couple
of hours. His body was still buzzing with adrenaline and pure
joy.
Shazam! was one of the greatest movies Sam had ever seen, and
Grace had to know about it.
Thankfully, Sam had been smart enough to text Leah ahead of time
and ask her to keep their dorm unlocked in preparation for him
to come over and tell Grace everything. So, when he finally
reached Grace's door, he didn't even think to knock before
busting in. "GRACE! HOLY FUCK!" Sam shouted, slamming the door
closed behind and leaping onto the couch, standing on it.
"SHAZAM WAS SO GOOD!" he exclaimed. "IT EXCEEDED ALL MY
EXPECTATIONS!" He didn't even realize that Grace had been
sleeping, too consumed with his feelings that were spilling over
inside of him. "They even mentioned Batman multiple times! I
mean, it's the stupid Ben Affleck Batman, but still! We can just
pretend it's not since they're rebooting the whole franchise.
God, I hope they keep Shazam. And Zachary Levi Shazam. I won't
be excepting anyone else. Kind of like how Gotham has ruined
other Batman's for me because David Mazouz is so good! God, that
show is almost over. I'm going to cry when it is. Maybe don't
come over that day? I'm going to be a huge mess. Shoot, but we
might see Endgame together, huh? Oh well, it's fine. Anyway,
Shazam was amazing, Grace."
Sam finally took a moment to breathe, halting his pacing he had
been doing on the couch and looking at Grace, flopping down onto
the couch. "Oh shit, I'm sorry, were you sleeping? I didn't mean
to wake you up. Leah left the door unlocked for me because I
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[center]Blake was bored out of her mind, like she usually was a
few hours into work. Lucky's Tavern wasn't all that big, so it
was normal for only her and Enzo to be present and running the
whole place. In actuality, she kind of preferred it that way.
Enzo was probably the closest friend she had, and she hated
having to talk to too many people. It was also nice that most of
their patrons didn't usually lounge around all day at the bar.
They came in for their drinks, and left after they had their
fill. The most difficult customers were definitely the ones that
thought it was okay to hit on her. However, she hadn't had any
of those tonight. Yet.
Blake handed a rather burly man his beer, taking off the cap for
him before heading back over to the bar where Enzo was, facing
the stage where their newest entertainer was setting up. "Well
he's certainly different than our usual performers," she
commented, leaning against the bar as she took in the tall,
lanky man with glasses's figure. Enzo gave him the thumbs-up to
start, and Blake smirked as he started to play his piano. "We
don't normally get pianists. Sure he isn't going to kill the
mood of the place?" she asked Enzo, looking around the fairly
empty bar. She had to admit, he was really good. His fingers
were long and slender like the rest of him - perfect for the
piano. He wasn't hard at all on the eyes either. His cheekbones
could probably cut through a damn diamond.
Blake grabbed someone else's drink order, walking to their table
before she heard the man performing start to sing, causing her
to freeze due to chills going up her spine. She set the drinks
down for the pair of men and immediately retreated back to the
bar, listening intently on the man. "Damn, okay... he's good. Is
he well-known or something?" Blake asked Enzo, not even sure if
he'd know anything, but figuring that it wouldn't hurt to ask.
They didn't really get a lot of popular guests, but the man was
sure as hell talented, and she wouldn't be surprised if he was
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told Ariel where they were going, but he planned on taking her
to her favorite restaurant, which was Mario's Italian
Restaurant. It was Friday, meaning he got paid, and this
paycheck, he had gotten a little more than usual, not they they
were struggling or anything. Thankfully, due to his job as an
architect in one of the largest growing parts in New York, they
were very well-off, meaning that Ariel could do whatever she
pleased without a single care. He was glad it had all worked out
that way too due to her heart. He didn't want her to ever feel
like she had to do anything strenuous in order to keep them up.
David hummed quietly to the song on the radio, holding Ariel's
hand between the car seats like they normally did. They pulled
up to Mario's, and David smiled, parking the car and quickly
exiting so he could open Ariel's door before she could.
"M'lady," he beamed, sticking out his arm for her to take and
lead her inside. "Want to go anywhere after dinner?" he asked
after they were seated, David pulling out Ariel's chair for her.
"I heard from a co-worker that there's a new art exhibition in
town. We could go see that, if you want," he suggested, sliding
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[center]"Dude, if you don't ask her out, I will," Gonzalez
joked, taking a bite of his baloney sandwich. "All you do is
stare at her like some kind of creeper. I'd actually try and woo
the woman," he laughed, nudging Chris's partner. "What do you
say, Lewis?"
Eve rolled her eyes, taking a large sip of her ginger ale. "What
Chris does with his dating life is none of my concern," said
Eve.
Chris gestured to Eve. "Thank you, Eve!" he smiled, taking a
bite of his cold, leftover pizza from last night. They seemed to
have this conversation almost every day at the precinct around
lunchtime. Andrea would always pass by them with her lunch to
eat in her office, Chris would unknowingly stare, and then
Gonzalez would make some remark and try and get Eve involved.
"Though I will say," Eve added, holding up a finger. "You have
been pinning over here since the first day she showed up, and it
is getting a little ridiculous. Maybe you should, I dunno, talk
to her a little more, at least?"
"I talk to her plenty! I just... don't know if she really likes
me back or anything. I hear she may be with Hanson."
"Nah, Hanson is with Parker."
"Really? I didn't think Parker was seeing anyone. Good for her,
I guess."
"Anyways, my point is, she's available and she's totally into
you, so you should just ask her out. Now is the perfect chance!
Go before break is over!" Gonzalez insisted, finishing up his
sandwich.
Chris sighed, putting the rest of his pizza in a plastic bag.
They were right, of course. It was ridiculous to keep pinning
over someone and not do anything about it. The worst that could
happen is Andrea turns him down. He'd be fine. He was a grown
man who lived alone most of the time, and now that Grace spent
most of her time at college, it was the perfect opportunity to
start dating again. "Alright, alright! You got me. I'll ask her
out," he said in surrender, standing up straight and brushing
off his suit in preparation.
"Good man!" cheered Gonzalez.
"Good luck!" said Eve, patting Chris on the arm.
Chris nodded. "Thanks," he said, giving the two a wave before
heading to the Chief Medical Examiner's room, knocking three
times.
"Come in!" Andrea called, sounding upbeat and cheerful as usual.
Well, except maybe when talking about a murder.
Chris took a deep breath and entered, having no battle plan
whatsoever, which was uncharacteristic for him. Dammit, why did
he let his friends talk him into this?
"Oh, hey Chris," Andrea greeted him, setting aside her lunch and
smiling. "Can I help you with something?"
Chris cleared his throat, fidgeting with some medical tools on
the rolling table. "Um, no, no... not really," he admitted, not
fully looking at Andrea.
"Are you okay?"
"Oh yeah! I'm completely fine. Right as rain, as the saying
goes."
Andrea blinked, raising a brow and chuckling. Shoot, he was
already blowing this, wasn't he?
"Andrea," Chris began, setting his hand on the rolling table.
"We've been talking for sometime and I think you're really,
really amazing, and I was wondering if-" Chris leaned against
the table, forgetting while he struggled for the right words
that the table wasn't stationary. It slid to the side, Chris
sliding with it and stumbling, the palm of his hand being sliced
by the scalpel that lied on the table, causing him to hiss out
in pain as he almost toppled on top of the covered body Andrea
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The Gang: Post 2
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Dmitri considered himself an observant individual, but he
guessed the height difference came into play, because it took
him longer than it should have to notice the pretty man with the
pretty bird suit. He was at least a foot shorter than Dmitri
with dark hair and a very distinct nose. He was, indeed, a very
pretty man. A pretty man with a very flashy suit. The man
ordered immediately after Dmitri, accidentally brushing his
shoulder when he went to stand next to him. Dmitri was a little
concerned for the man, since his head must be in the clouds for
him to not have noticed a six-foot-five Russian man. Or maybe he
was just clumsy. Either way, the man excused himself with a
smooth, sweet voice.
"Apologies, friend," he said with a large smile. "Is a beautiful
shirt," he said. "Very pretty birds," he added. Dmitri liked
birds. He really liked birds. There were so many different types
of birds all over the world. New York City had mostly pigeons,
he'd noticed. Dmitri enjoyed pigeons, sure, but he wanted to see
other birds too. He appreciated the fact that the pretty man
seemed to enjoy pretty birds too. "Wish more people appreciated
pretty birds," he muttered. His English wasn't perfect, but he
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Grace shrieked, falling off of her bed and hitting the ground
with a thud when Sam busted into her room, screaming. Her head
hurt from hitting the floor so suddenly. "Ow," she groaned. She
looked over the man-child, who was pacing back and forth on the
couch. He hadn't stopped to take a breath since he entered her
room. Something about Shazam? Was that where everyone was? Wait,
who's David Mazouz? What does Gotham have to do with this? Why
is Sam talked about crying? "Wha-?" She rubbed the top of her
head, pulling her robe tighter to her and standing up. Did he
just mentioned Endgame? She was so, so confused. But she was
happy to see Sam. Even if he did scare the shit out of her.
"What the hell just happened?"
She waited for Sam to finally take a break and sit down on the
couch like a normal person. She couldn't help but laugh quietly.
She loved seeing her friend so excited about something, even if
it was a movie that she wasn't invited to. And a movie that she
didn't understand or know anything about. He apologized,
apparently just now realizing that Grace had been sleeping
before he showed up. He went from being an overexcited
kindergartner to a total sweetheart in no time at all. She
wished Jonah was more like that some times. She shrugged,
sitting down on the couch next to him. "Yeah, but it's fine. I
didn't mean to fall asleep anyway," she said.
After things finally calmed down for a second, she could
actually process what Sam said. Or, parts of it, anyway. She
knew that he saw Shazam. That DC movie with Zachary Levi that
she'd seen trailers for. Then he mentioned that Leah left the
door unlocked for him, which meant that a group of people went
to see this movie. "So, Shazam. Is that where everyone went? No
one told me you guys were seeing a movie," she said. "I'm
guessing it was good, right? I mean, there was a lot of yelling
that happened just now and that's typically reserved for things
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Blake was taking care of the bar with ease, as was Enzo. This
wasn't an unusual night for them. Business was slow-ish and
people didn't really care much about what they ate or drank.
Most people came here to socialize, which made their jobs
particularly easy. The only different thing about this night was
the fact that their 'live entertainment' was an adorable man and
a piano. They usually just had drunk karaoke or really, really
mediocre local bands. This man, however, was actually talented.
And attractive. And very, very unusual for Lucky's Tavern. Blake
pointed that out, leaning against the bar. "That he is," Enzo
replied. He chuckled when she asked if he was going to kill the
mood of the place. "What mood?" he mused. "Nah, but in all
seriousness, I figured we'd just give him a chance. If he sucks,
I can just ask him to leave. He doesn't seem the type of guy to
fight back," he said with a shrug.
The man sounded good. Very good. He was an excellent pianist,
Enzo realized, but an even more impressive singer. He had a
truly beautiful voice. "Damn," he whispered, making drinks as
Blake brought him the orders. Blake then asked if he was well
known. "I'd never heard of him," Enzo said. "His name's Elijah
Kramer though. He's not from around here," he added. That was
literally all he knew about this man. He had a weird name and
wasn't from here. He could have been well known somewhere else
or something. He didn't know though. The performer finished his
set with a dorky smile and hopped down from the stage to a
lukewarm applause. The very lanky man made his way over to the
bar, having a seat in front of Enzo.
"Is this where I order food? I haven't had dinner yet," he asked
with a grin.
"Uh, yeah, Blake can take care of that for you," Enzo said. "You
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They were not a very talkative couple. Well, not always. Ariel
did most of the talking -- and she could talk a lot when she was
excited about something -- but David was an inherently quiet
person. So, it wasn't the least bit surprising to her that their
ride to the mystery date night location was next to silent. It
wasn't uncomfortable either. Ariel just relaxed, her hand warm
in her fiance's while he hummed along to whatever song played on
the radio. She grinned when they pulled up at Mario's Italian
Restaurant, where Ariel usually ate her favorite spaghetti. "I
was craving spaghetti," she said with a smile, squeezing David's
hand.
The second he parked, however, he practically ran out of the car
and booked it full speed to open her door before she could even
reach the handle. She giggled at how hard he was trying. He knew
that he didn't have to put forth that kind of effort, right?
They were engaged. Still, she loved that he never, for a second,
ever made her feel even remotely unloved. "Thank you, Angel,"
she said, taking his arm as soon as he offered it to her and
gently pressing a kiss to his cheek. How did she ever get lucky
enough to end up with someone as gentle and pure as him? With
all the other misfortunes of her life, she guessed something was
bound to go right eventually.
He pulled her chair out for her -- like a fucking dork/gentleman
-- and she thanked him as the two finally took their seats. She
hummed in thought when he asked if there was anywhere she'd like
to go after dinner. But then he immediately brought up an art
exhibit that he'd heard about. There were several in the city
usually, but Ariel was always particularly interested in new
artists and new styles. She nodded when he offered to take her
there afterward. "I'd love that," she said. "But only if you
want to go too. Art exhibits can be really boring if you're not
particularly interested," she said. "We could always just-,"
"Ariel?"
She stopped mid-sentence, vaguely recognizing a voice from
behind her. She turned her head and recognized Roman Stonewall,
a former co-worker. "Oh hi, Roman. How are you?" she asked,
moving to stand up and hug the man before Roman put a hand on
her shoulder.
"Oh, you don't have to get up," he said.
"Oh, David, this is Roman Stonewall. We used to work together
back at Alexander Middle," she explained. "Roman, this is my
fiance, David."[/center]
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Gang Gang: Post 2
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[center]Wyatt didn't know what he had been expecting from the
large Russian, but he certainly hadn't been expecting the man to
give him the most sweetest, innocent smile imaginable,
apologizing to him and calling him friend. It was extremely
adorable, and caught Wyatt off guard immediately. He then
complimented his suit jacket, which Wyatt had to glance down at
to even remember what he was wearing, too focused on kind,
beautiful Russian. His broken English was probably the cutest
thing Wyatt had ever heard, and his smile could melt the polar
ice caps.
"Oh... why thank you," Wyatt said a bit dumbly, smiling back at
the taller man. His suit was one of his own designs that he had
made specifically for himself, so it was nice to be complemented
for it. He wanted to say this, but he still found himself struck
by the other man. Did he just mumble something else about birds?
Absolutely adorable. And still insanely attractive. "I take it
you're not from around here?" he asked, leaning ever so slightly
closer. "You're English is very good," he said, genuinely
meaning it. It was hard to learn another language. Wyatt had had
to learn a few for some of the modeling shows he attended to
show off his work. French he knew the best, but he knew hardly
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[center]Sam rubbed at this wrists, feeling guilty that he had
startled Grace so much. He hadn't even noticed her in her robe
when he had come in. He had just been too focused and excited
about the film he had just scene. It probably would have been
much smarter to have just warned Grace that he'd be dropping by.
He could have texted her or something instead of texting her
roommate and bursting through her door without warning. She
could have been doing anything when he came in. God, that had
not been very cool of him. Connor would have smacked him on the
back of the head for sure.
Grace forgave him for bargaining in on her, which made him feel
a little relieved. She did look more amused than angry. Really,
she just looked confused, and that became more apparent as she
started asking questions. Sam felt awful again when she asked if
everyone had been seeing the movie, stating that she hadn't been
aware. "Grace, it was amazing," said Sam, unable to mask his
excitement and pure love for Shazam! "I'm sorry we didn't tell
you we were going or invite you, but..." Sam drifted off,
wondering how he should word it. He didn't want to just come out
and say that the movie delt with a bunch of foster kids and had
a mom who didn't care about their child. That would hit Grace
too close to home, which is why they didn't take her with them.
"It dealt with some, um... sensitive topics?" he tried to
explain, the statement coming out as more of a question. "It was
really cool though. Maybe we can watch it together when I buy it
on DVD." He definitely wasn't mentioning that he planned on
seeing it again with Conner and Brittany and maybe Hani.
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[center]Blake rolled her eyes at Enzo's usual sarcasm, shrugging
when he deduced that the performer didn't seem much like a
fighter. That was a fair assumption. Honestly, he seemed a
little like the hippy type? Maybe not full-on hippy or anything,
but the laid back, peaceful sort who listened only to acoustic
and indie music. Not that there was anything wrong with those
sorts of people, but they weren't usually the types of people
she liked spending time with. It didn't matter anyways, they'd
more than likely never see this guy again.
Enzo explained that the guy's name was Elijah Kramer, adding
that he wasn't from New York. So he was a traveling musician.
That was probably why no one had heard of him. He'd have a
bigger chance of making it big of he actually stuck around, but
Blake wasn't going to tell him that. Hell, she probably wasn't
even going tol speak to him. She liked to avoid most human
interactions. She'd put on a smile of customers, and that was
about it.
Elijah finished his set, and Blake briefly clapped along with
everyone else to be nice, still standing at the bar as the lanky
man came over with a ridiculous smile, asking about food. Well,
it looked like she'd be having to talk with him after all. Enzo
complimented Elijah's performance, and Blake nodded. "Yeah, you
did. Do you perform often at a lot of places?" she asked
politely, handing the man their small menu. "You don't really
have that dive bar sound, but I guess they're the easiest to get
into."[/center]
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[center]David smiled and nodded when Ariel expressed interest in
going to the art exhibit. He knew she'd want to go, but
sometimes it was hard to tell just how exhausted she was, so it
was nice to hear it from her. She went on to say, however, that
she'd only want to go if he did, explaining that she knew how
boring the exhibits could be if someone wasn't all that
interested. David shook his head. He didn't know a whole lot
about art, but he loved to hear Ariel talk about it. She was so
passionate about it, and he always learned something from
listening to her, so he always had a good time.
David was about to tell her as such, but then someone cut Ariel
off. David turned to see another man that looked like he was
their age, and he obviously knew who Ariel was. Ariel greeted
him, saying his name was Roman. David raised a brow, but
continued to smile nonetheless, intrigued to know who this Roman
was. Ariel explained to him that Roman used to work with her and
David nodded, understanding now as Ariel introduced him to the
man.
David took that as his cue to stand, sticking a hand out shyly.
"Nice to meet you," he said quietly, looking Roman in the eyes
for a brief moment before staring down at his hand, feeling a
little awkward. He wasn't very good at meeting and talking to
new people. Usually, he just let Ariel do all the talking, and
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[center]Andrea wouldn't deny it: she had a pretty big thing for
Chris. He was handsome, kind, caring, and passionate. He even
had a daughter that he adopted, which she had thought at first
meant that he had adopted a young girl, but really, she wasn't
terribly younger than they were. That wasn't an issue, though.
Chris talked about her frequently, and she sounded just as sweet
as him. Chris just wasn't like any other guy she had met, and
that was a really, really good thing. Most guys she had met had
been assholes and not worth her time.
So, long story short, when Chris came into her work space and
started to talk about how amazing she was, she got a little
hopeful. Honestly, she had been waiting for him to ask her out
for some time. In fact, she had been about a week away from just
asking him out herself. Who gave a fuck about "social norms"? If
a guy was too shy to do something, a woman could just as easily
do it herself, no problem.
However, life had different plans, apparently, and instead of
Chris being able to finish his question, he slipped, cutting his
hand on the scalpel she had thankfully cleaned and set aside,
and nearly getting a little too familiar with the body she had
been examining earlier from a homicide. "Chris! Are you okay?
she asked, quickly getting up from her desk and rushing to his
side, grabbing his arm.
"Yep! I'm fine! No need to-" Chris hissed out again when Andrea
took his hand and started to examine the gash on his palm.
"This is going to need stitches. Here, sit right here," she
instructed calmly, leading him over to her desk and sitting him
down on her chair. "Let me get my medical kit," Andrea insisted,
hurrying over to the correct cabinet and pulling out all the
correct supplies.
"Andrea, um, as I was saying..." Chris started up again, seeming
more unsure of himself now.
Andrea sighed, but smiled, tuning back to Chris and returning to
his side, getting on her knees so she could work a bit better
with his hand. Chris was blushing above her. "The answer is yes,
so don't worry yourself so much," she said, pressing her lips
together to keep from laughing.
"Wait, what?" Chris asked, confused before jumping a bit at the
sudden sting of the disinfectant Andrea was using on his wound.
Andrea chuckled, patting his knee to calm him. "I'll go out with
you! Or was that not what you were about to ask? Was I just
being too hopeful that you were finally going to take me out?"
she teased him, patting his palm dry before starting with the
sutures.
"You were waiting for me to ask you out?"
"Mmhmm. You mean it hasn't been obvious?"
"Not particularly. Not to me, anyway. Am I just oblivious?"
"Probably," Andrea answered bluntly, laughing lightly this time
and glancing up at the man. He was still blushing. How adorable
was that? "I'm free tomorrow night, if you're still interested.
Or if that's too soon-"
"No! No! Tomorrow night is perfect! I'll... pick you up?" Chris
suggested, not even paying attention as Andrea started to sew
him up carefully.
"Sounds perfect. I'll write my number and address down for you
when I'm done," she told him, keeping her excitement
well-hidden, not that she was trying to hide it. She was just
focused on making sure that Chris's hand didn't start bleeding
again after he left. He was going to have hell to deal with due
to this cut for the next week or so. Thankfully it wasn't all
that bad. "All done!" she announced after the final suture,
standing back up and grabbing her notepad and pen off her desk
to scribble down her phone number and townhouse address. "What
time should I expect you?" she asked, ripping out the paper and
folding it neatly.
Chris examined his stitches, appearing to be pleased and maybe
even a little fond of them now. It was actually very flattering
how much he seemed to like her. She really liked him too, of
course. "Does seven work?"
Andrea nodded, cleaning her hands with some hand gel. "Seven
works," she confirmed, grinning.
Chris stood up, accepting the paper from her. "Um, great! I
guess I'll, uh, see you then?"
"Sure thing. Just make sure to apologize to Mrs. Weston on your
way out," Andrea told him, nodding at the covered body on the
slab.
"Oh, right, uh... sorry, Mrs. Weston. It won't happen again,"
said Chris as he passed the body, flustered once more. "Goodbye,
Andrea. Thank you for patching me up."
Andrea smiled warmly, giving him a little wave. "Goodbye,
Chris."[/center]
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The Gang: Post 3
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The pretty man seemed confused and almost startled by Dmitri's
behavior, which was a little strange. Dmitri always went out of
his way to make himself as far from intimidating as possible. Of
course, he guessed he'd feel a bit uneasy too if a man -- a foot
taller than him -- with an accent that he barely understood
started talking to him as if everything was perfectly
comfortable between them. Unfortunately for the man, there
wasn't much of anything Dmitri could do about his size. Though
he would change it if he could. Maybe more people would talk to
him. Like this pretty man was doing.
Dmitri's smile widened when the man smiled back at him, thanking
him for the compliment on his jacket. It was a very, very nice
jacket. Dmitri had seen many different fashion pieces since
arriving in America, but not enough like this man's pretty,
pretty jacket. He nodded in response, since, apparently, saying
'you're welcome' was too formal for some people? That was
something that one of his colleagues said, anyway. He shook his
head when the man asked if he was around here. "No," he said
briefly. He could state the name of his village, but absolutely
no one would know what he was talking about. "I grew up outside
of St. Petersburg," he explained. He smiled brightly when the
man complimented his English. "Many thanks, friend," he said. "I
speak many tongues but English is really difficult," he added.
He raised a brow when the man asked how long he had been in
America. "Not long," he admitted. "Less than a year. I was in
Spain this time last year and in Germany the year before that,"
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Grace noticed a slight shift in Sam's demeanor after he finally
calmed down, like he felt odd or guilty or uncomfortable or
something. She didn't want that. She liked it when he was
overexcited and energetic. She loved that Sam was a huge
goofball all the time. It was impossible to be bored when he was
in the room. Unlike Jonah, but that was a topic for another
time. She really wasn't mad at all that Sam barged into her room
unannounced. It wasn't entirely his fault that this was
unexpected either. Leah very easily could have mentioned it
ahead of time. She was just briefly startled. But now she was
happy that she wasn't alone anymore. Grace hated being alone and
she hated it with a burning passion. She'd take pretty much
anything over isolation and loneliness.
Which usually meant that she spent a lot of her time listening
to Sam talk about things that she knew almost nothing about.
She'd picked up on a couple Batman facts from his rants, but
most of what he said relied on already having prior knowledge of
these things. Which she didn't. But, luckily, he was keeping his
ranting about Shazam pretty limited to a spoiler-free review.
You know, after he spilled his guts earlier. "Yeah, it looked
really fun in the trailers," she said, smiling and nodding when
he said that the movie was amazing. She raised an eyebrow when
he apologized for not inviting her. She wasn't thrilled about
being left out, but there were a number of reasons they'd want
to ditch her. Jonah was one of them. There was also the fact
that she wasn't a huge DC fan and didn't understand a lot of it.
She was also busy with a lab today. And she didn't get along
with all of his friends.
But then she was really, really confused when he said it dealt
with sensitive topics. "I mean, I know it's about a foster kid.
That was in the trailers. I've seen plenty of movies like that
though," she explained. "Was it, like, really, really bad? Like
in ways I'm just not thinking of?" she asked. She shook her head
quickly. "You know, never mind. I trust your judgment," she
sighed. She smiled and nodded when he said that they could watch
it when he got it on DVD. "Sounds good. I don't mind the wait,"
she said. "Can I ask who all went?" She knew Connor was a given.
But she wondered briefly about their other friends. And
Brittany. Grace couldn't explain why, but she really, really
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The bartender went to take drink orders from new customers that
sat on the other side of the bar top. That left Eli alone and
tired after his set. The bar had given him about the response he
expected. The applause was polite, but it was enough for him.
Eli didn't perform for the applause or the money or the
recognition or the spotlight. He did it simply because he loved
it. He'd worked for money and recognition his whole life. It
only seemed fair that he enjoy things now that he's practically
thirty, right? A woman came over to him, obviously the waitress.
She was a pretty woman with big brown eyes and soft, wavy dark
hair. And a smile that said "I really wish I weren't here right
now." He knew how hard servers were worked, so he understood.
She was very polite when she spoke to him, complimenting him and
asking if he performed a lot in places like this. "Thank you,"
he said with a grin. "I do when I can," he added in response to
the second half of her sentence. She was right though. He didn't
have much of a dive bar sound. He just shrugged at that. "You're
absolutely right," he said. "But I like to play wherever they
let me. Playing to a specific audience really isn't for me," he
added. "I just like for people to hear my music and hope that it
makes them happy," he said. "My name is Eli, by the way. And I'd
like to know what you recommend to eat here." He smiled at the
woman again. She was listening to him rant. And she seemed like
she was a little down on her luck. He'd make sure to tip her
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Ariel smiled when David shook his head about not wanting to go.
She knew that David didn't know much about art. Hell, most
people don't know much about art unless you studied it in
college or something. Ariel learned as a child, since she wasn't
allowed to play outside with the other kids. All of her
activities were limited, so she found piece in front of her
little plastic purple easel, which eventually evolved into
something more substantial. She'd had a love for art for as long
as she could remember. Though she did often wonder if she could
have been something different. Did she love art for the actual
activity or did she love it because it was all she knew? It was
best not to think about that though, since there was nothing she
could do to change it. All she knew for sure was, no matter the
reason, painting made her happy.
Roman's arrival at the table made things substantially more
awkward. David was a quiet man and had a hard time meeting new
people. He did really well when it was just the two of them, but
the second another person was thrown into the mix, he became
really nervous. Ariel always did her best to steer the attention
away from him, since she knew he didn't like it. David was,
however, very polite. He stood up and shook Roman's hand. Roman,
who was less awkward than David, smiled back at the man.
"Nice to meet you too," he said, dropping the man's hand after
the appropriate amount of time for a friendly handshake.
Ariel waited for David to sit back down, ready to immediately
grab for his hand in an attempt to be as comforting as possible.
David didn't do well in social situations. Ariel did. And she
liked to make sure he knew that she was there for him anytime
she knew he was uncomfortable. "David's an architect," Ariel
explained briefly. "And a damned good one," she added.
"Interesting," Roman said, obviously letting the awkwardness of
the situation sink in a little bit. "I had a cousin who went
into architecture. He couldn't really hack it though," he
explained. "Anything bigger than a LEGO mansion and he couldn't
handle it." He chuckled awkwardly. So did Ariel.
"So, um, are you still at Alexander? How were things after I
left?"
"You're lucky you got out when you did. A new principal showed
up. He's really tough to work with. Cut most of the funding for
music and arts programs. He slashed the textbook budget too. Try
teaching sex ed to middle schoolers from memory alone," he said.
"He sounds like an asshole," she said.
"He's the worst. Well, gotta go. I'm meeting someone here too,"
Roman said.
Ariel grinned at that. The last time she talked to Roman, he had
just broken up with his fiance because he realized that he
wasn't straight. She was glad things were starting to work out
well for him. "Good for you," she said with a smile. "It was
good to see you," she added before the man walked away and she
shifted all of her attention back over to David. [/center]
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Gang Gang: Post 3
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[center]Wyatt thought his heart would surely give out when the
Russian's smile grew even bigger. God, he was so, so beautiful.
Wyatt wasn't even sure if he was attracted to men, but there was
no way he hell he was just not going to flirt with him and see.
His looks were enough to stop wars, probably, and for a guy who
looked like he could pop your head off with no strain, he seemed
as gentle as a butterfly. Oh god, if this all worked out would
he be corrupting him? Most definitely. Well... he could live
with that, he supposed.
Wyatt nodded politely when the man told him where he was from.
He was vaguely familiar with some of the areas in Russia. The
man then admitted to being able to speak many languages, only
after referring to Wyatt as "friend" again, then saying that
English was very difficult. "Well, maybe you just need a good
teacher," Wyatt said with a wink, brushing the man's arm with
his hand. He figured he didn't have a whole lot of time to
really flirt with the Russian, so he decided that he should
probably should lie down as many moves as he could before their
food was done, which could be at any minute. Wyatt at least
wanted to get a name and number out of him before they parted
ways.
The man admitted to not being in America long, naming the places
he had been before. The man got around, it sounded like. "From
America, yes, but I wasn't born in New York. I'm actually from
Georgia," Wyatt confessed when the man asked if he was from New
York. That little tidbit of information usually caught people by
surprise. One look at him and people just assumed that he was
from the big city, not from the South with cotton fields and
plantations. "I moved because I was looking for a bit more
acceptance and excitement. What brought you here? Excitement as
well?" he asked with a flirtatious grin, his shoulder bumping
the man's arm for a second. He thanked the server who set down
his iced coffee, taking a sip while checking out the other man
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[center]Sam felt like an idiot when Grace reminded him that the
whole foster kids thing was in the trailers. Duh! Of course it
was. She then asked how sensitive it really was, and Sam started
to panic. He didn't want to admit that it was kind of a lot like
Grace's situation. He didn't want her to have to think about
that right now. However, thankfully, she changed her mind about
wanting to know, and Sam let out a sigh of relief. They could
just deal with all of that when they saw it together in private.
It was a spectacular movie, so he didn't want her to totally
miss out on it. He knew it wouldn't be hard for her to
understand either since it was an origin film.
When Grace asked about who all went, Sam felt guilty again,
rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh, well, you know, Connor, Hani,
Brittany, Brandon, and some others..." he admitted. "Honestly,
it was probably more people than I would have wanted to have
gone with. I think Connor got a little upset too because
Brittany asked some questions," he added, not wanting Grace to
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[center]Blake couldn't help but smile a bit when Elijah agreed
that he didn't quite have the right sound for a dive bar,
seeming so upbeat about everything. She couldn't relate. He
added that he didn't much care for performing for a specific
audience, which caused her to bite her cheek. Performing for a
specific audience is what would more than likely help him become
more successful, but it wasn't her place to run other people's
lives and give them suggestions like that. What the guy wanted
to do with his life was completely his business. Wanting to
perform just to make people happy, however, sort of confused
her. She would have thought that people do his sort of thing
because they knew they could easily make money off of how
talented they were. Street performers in New York made insane
amounts of money. Much more than she did a day.
"I'm Blake," she introduced herself after Eli, tapping a finger
against her thigh a bit impatiently when Eli asked what she
would recommend off the menu. The man seemed like he really
liked to talk, or maybe just didn't know when to stop. That was
another thing she didn't have in common with him. "The burger
and fires are pretty good," she told him, pointing at the items
on the menu. "Did you want anything to drink? This is a bar,
after all," she continued, catching herself staring at the man's
cheekbones again. She had never seen such definition on a human
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[center]David smiled when Roman agreed that it was nice to meet
him, letting go of his hand right before it became too awkward,
letting David sit back down. He was grateful when Ariel reached
over and took his hand, causing him to perk up a bit more and
give her hand a gentle squeeze. He didn't mind meeting knew
people and having to converse with him, but he was glad that
Ariel knew that it was harder for him to do so. After living so
long with really only his mother to talk to, it was difficult
for him to easily stay in conversations. He usually ended up
killing most conversations without meaning to. Thank goodness
Ariel had always been so easy to talk to.
Ariel began to talk about him to Roman, and David couldn't help
but blush, feeling a bit under the spotlight while being
complimented. Roman talked about how his cousin tried to get
into architecture, and David listened politely, but didn't make
any comments, chuckling along with everyone else instead. He
wasn't sure if it was him who was making everything awkward, or
if the conversation itself was just naturally awkward.
David drank some of his water while Ariel and Roman continued to
talk, discussing the old school Ariel had once worked at. David
nearly choked when Roman brought up teaching sex ed to kids.
Thankfully, that sounded like the end of the discussion, Roman
excusing himself to meet up with a supposed date. "Nice meeting
you," he said quietly as Roman left.
"He seemed nice," David commented with a small smile. "Did I
make things uncomfortable?" he asked softly, smile dropping as
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The Gang: Post 4
By: winterssmary Date: March 31, 2019, 2:10 am
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The pretty man was very polite and he seemed very, very
friendly. Dmitri wasn't used to this. Most people in New York
City weren't particularly sweet or outgoing. They just wanted to
keep to themselves and go about their busy lives. This was even
more real in people who wore fancy clothes like this man. So,
this was all very new to the Russian, but he didn't mind at all.
He wished more people were like this man. He was very kind and
very open. Dmitri shrugged when he made a comment about maybe
needing a better teacher. This confused him a little bit and
caused him to raise an eyebrow. "Apologies, but I thought you
said my English was good just a moment ago," he said. He'd just
shrug it off though. He could always use improvement, right?
He was a little caught off guard by the man suddenly brushing
his arm, but he shrugged it off as a mere accident or something.
Dmitri was a little confused when he said he was from Georgia.
"But not the country?" he asked. "I was unaware of an American
Georgia," he admitted. Of course, the United States was huge, so
it wouldn't surprise him if there was a Georgia in the United
States. He tilted his head when the pretty man said that he was
seeking acceptance in New York City. Excitement he understood.
"Do they not accept bird lovers in your Georgia?" he asked.
He thought for a moment about how to answer his question.
Honestly, Dmitri wasn't sure what brought him to the United
States. He traveled a lot. He was happy in a lot of the places
he'd been. But America brought more opportunities on tourist
traffic alone. "Excitement? No, I don't think so," he said with
a shrug. "There are more people with more money here," he said,
struggling to explain what he was thinking. "And European
performers are liked more in America than in Europe," he said.
"Also I had never been here before," he added. "There's new
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Grace liked the idea of watching the movie with Sam. Alone.
Privately. She trusted him and it was obviously going to be
difficult for her to get through based on his reaction alone.
She hated herself for wanting to be alone with him. She had a
boyfriend for crying out loud. Of course, Jonah didn't want to
spend time with her and he certainly didn't want to watch a
comic book movie with her. In fact, Jonah never wanted to do
anything with her. Grace wasn't entirely sure why she was with
him. Especially while she had a crush on another guy. She
guessed she could just kill her feelings for Sam and eventually
learn to love Jonah? Because he was interested in her? Sam would
probably never actually be interested in her, so she needed to
be looking elsewhere, right?
She shook all these thoughts from her head when Sam started
talking again. Of course Connor saw the movie with him. He was a
big DC nerd just like Sam was. And it only made sense that Hani
was there too. Brandon was a bit of a surprise, given how busy
his work schedule had been. And then there was the one name that
she really, really didn't want to hear. Brittany was literally
one of the most fake people on the planet. And this was coming
from the best friend of a future lawyer and journalist. She
faked anything for attention, including liking all the weird
nerd stuff that Sam liked. "I don't blame Connor for a second.
She could at least have the decency to admit that she's clueless
like I do," she muttered, pulling her knees to her chest. "It's
probably a good thing I wasn't invited. I hate it when people
ask questions during movies. I probably would have snapped at
her and that's a lot of unnecessary drama I would have caused."
She could have said more about Brittany and about how it was
obvious that she would lie about anything to fit in and about
how she was a fucking sheep, but she didn't want to come off as
too bitter. Connor was better for that and she didn't like
dragging down Sam's mood with her negativity. She could be a
more positive and upbeat person if she tried. And she didn't
need to keep being bitter and petty toward other women just
because they got more attention from a guy she liked than she
did. That's just not cool. She was a feminist, dammit. Her
desperate need to be loved by men should not dictate how she
treats other women. Also, Brittany was fake, but she wasn't
necessarily a mean or bad person. In fact, she was usually
pretty nice to Grace. She needed to try and be nicer. And less
petty.
Luckily, Sam changed the subject quickly, asking if she did
anything interesting today. She just shrugged in response. "Not
really," she admitted. "I had a lab. We dissected a bunch of
stuff. Not exactly fun for me, but necessary, I guess," she
said. toward the end of the semester, most labs just started
doing fun stuff. Dissections were a lot of fun to the guys in
her class. And most students in advanced medical biology courses
were men. The medical field -- and veterinary field alike -- was
very male dominated even in 2019. "After that, I just ate some
soup and watched Stranger Things," she said. "Oh, and I texted
Jonah. But he kinda left me on read so," she said voice trailing
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Eli could tell that Blake was not having the best night. He
hoped nothing went particularly bad with the other customers. He
knew how bar customers -- especially the loud and scary ones --
would sometimes be terrible to the women serving them. With as
pretty was Blake was, he was sure she got a lot of unwanted
attention from these men and it must have been exhausting to
deal with. On top of that, working in service just seemed like a
nightmare. Still, despite how annoyed and obviously tired she
was, she was doing her best to be not-rude, which was excellent
service in Eli's eyes. "It's nice to meet you, Blake," he said
with a smile.
She recommended a simple burger and fries. If Blake liked it, it
must be pretty good, right? Besides, he wasn't particularly
picky. "Fantastic. I'll take that, please," he said. He shook
his head when she asked if he wanted a drink. "Oh, no thank
you," he said. "I'm not a very heavy drinker," he admitted. "I
like to be in control of my thoughts and actions, I guess.
Alcohol feels nice, but it muddies the way I think and I simply
do not enjoy that very much. I guess everyone is different
though and I certainly don't judge others for drinking," he
rambled. He could sense that she was beginning to lose her
patience.
"I'm sorry," he added quickly. "Father always said I was an
awkward mess and that I needed to learn to shut up," he said
with a laugh. "I'm sure you're very busy and I don't mean at all
to hold you up. You could walk away mid-sentence and it wouldn't
bother me in the slightest," she said with a grin. "Sometimes
it's exactly what I need to keep me in line." He laughed
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Ariel squeezed David's hand back, rubbing gentle circles on the
back of his palm. She was glad he was trying. He always tried.
It wasn't his fault that his social skills were a little
lacking. It wasn't anyone's fault, really. He was shy by nature,
quiet and reclusive, not unlike his mother. But he also had a
lot of responsibility thrust on him at a young age and it meant
that he couldn't do what all the other kids did. Not unlike
Ariel. In fact, if it weren't for Ariel being so oddly outgoing
and bubbly for a shelter kid with a heart condition, it's likely
that the two of them would have never met to begin with. And it
never bothered her that he was quiet. It was better than having
someone around to constantly tell her she's talking too much.
Plus, David was the sweetest man alive. So what if he didn't
talk much? He didn't need to.
She waved as Roman walked away, David quietly saying that he was
nice to meet him. He was doing his best and it made her heart
melt. She also laughed when David nearly chocked on his water at
the mention of sex ed, but didn't mention it. It was an
uncomfortable topic if you weren't used to it, she guessed. Once
Roman was out of earshot, on his date, presumably, David turned
back to her, saying that he seemed nice and then asking if he
made the man uncomfortable. "Oh God no, Angel," she said with a
giggle. "Roman's always like that. He's kinda stiff and awkward
by nature," she explained. "I have no idea how he stays so stoic
during health class. He teaches female anatomy to
twelve-year-old boys," she said. "He's good at his job though.
And really good with the kids. He's less of a teacher and more
of a coach though. I'm pretty sure he was a total jock in high
school," she added.
She took a few sips of water to stifle a cough. "So, anyway, how
was your day at work? Anything exciting happening in the world
of Brooklyn architecture?" she asked. [/center]
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