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Gang Gang: Post 4
By: Zellaphone Date: March 31, 2019, 3:29 pm
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[center]Wyatt's notebook and work almost slid out from under his
arm when the Russian tried to make sure that he wasn't from
Georgia the country, explaining that he hadn't known about the
state. God, Wyatt had not expected this man to be so innocent
and absolutely adorable. He was so built and rugged that he had
somewhat assumed that he would be smooth and confident. Well, it
just went to show that you could never judge a book by its
cover. This man was probably one of the nicest people he had
ever met, and he was starting to feel a little guilty for being
so flirty and not having the cleanest thoughts about the man,
especially when he assumed that Wyatt had met that Georgia
wasn't accepting of bird lovers.
What the fuck?
"Well, um, I wouldn't know much about that," said Wyatt, feeling
a little flustered by the man's innocence. "I meant that they're
not very accepting of my life choices. Like my sexuality," he
explained, being a bit blunt for the other man's sake. It could
have just been the language barrier making things so confusing,
but Wyatt was certain that it also had something to do with how
pure the man appeared to be.
Wyatt realized he wasn't really getting anywhere with his
flirting with the Russian's responses, the large man shrugging
and and explaining that he wasn't there for excitement, but
rather more the money. Wyatt raised a brow at that, his heart
skipping another beat when the man mentioned the plants, animals
and birds in America. He really, really loved birds. "So you're
a performer?" he tried to clarify, taking another sip of his
coffee. He didn't look like he'd be a part of a band or
anything, and he doubted he was an actor or singer. A stripper
also was highly unlikely due to the man's behavior. "Perhaps I
could catch one of your performances sometime," Wyatt suggested
smoothly, hinting that he wanted to see the other man again. He
was very intriguing. [/center]
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[center]Sam blinked in confusion when Grace started to talk
about Brittany. It was obvious that Grace didn't care for her,
but Sam could never fully understand why. Was it just a girl
thing? Sure, Brittany had some issues, but she wasn't that bad.
Sam actually really liked her. She was cool and fun to be
around. Grace suggested, however, that she was clueless, saying
that she should admit it. Sam raised a brow at that. What? Yeah,
Brittany had a tendency to sometimes pretend like she enjoyed
the same things as everyone else, but it wasn't all that big of
a deal, right? She just wanted to feel more included, which Sam
could understand. He didn't mind her pretending to enjoy things
and tagging along. Besides, it's not like she asked that many
questions during the movie. She asked more during Infinity War.
Sam just shrugged off Grace's comments about Brittany. If Grace
didn't care for her all that much, that sucked, but it wasn't
really his business. The girls didn't hang around one another
very often anyways. He listened as Grace instead talked about
her day, talking about her lab and soup and Stranger Things. Sam
did love Stranger Things. Grace also mentioned that she spoke to
Jonah, and, unsurprisingly, he left her on read. Now if there
was one person that Sam himself didn't like, it was Jonah. The
guy was a total douche, and Sam knew that Grace had to know
that, but it was like she didn't even really care. Didn't she
know that there were others that would be more than happy to
give her the attention she deserved? "Hey, don't take this the
wrong way... but why are you with Jonah? It's like every time
you talk about him he's kinda... I don't know... not being
cool?" he asked, knowing he was probably being uncool for asking
such a thing, but he genuinely wanted to know.[/center]
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[center]Blake simply nodded when Eli decided to order what she
had recommended, sliding the menu back away. He then refused a
drink, going on to ramble about why he doesn't usually prefer
drinking. His points were valid, but Blake still couldn't relate
with the other man (not that she was trying to). She drank
because it muddied her thoughts. Sometimes thinking just sucked
and you need something to take your mind off of it all. If she
could, she'd probably be drinking right now. God, that made her
sound like she had some kind of drinking problem. She really
didn't - she just liked to drink.
Eli then continued to ramble about more, talking about his
father who didn't sound like he was terribly great at parenting,
and telling her that she could just walk away and it wouldn't
bother him. Was this guy alright? Who could say all of that and
still smile and laugh? Admittedly, she was a little weirded out
around the guy now, but at least he wasn't hitting on her or
trying to tell her his life's story. He was still a step up from
a lot of the men she had to deal with on a day-to-day basis.
"Um, okay..." she said a bit dumbly, not sure how to properly
respond to all of that. "At least let me grab you a Ginger Ale
or Sprite or something," she offered politely. "Your set was
really good, so, uh, consider my tip to you or something," she
added with a lopsided smile.[/center]
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[center]David was relieved to hear that he didn't make things
awkward, Ariel explaining that Roman was awkward by nature.
Well, that was something they seemed to have in common. He
chuckled when Ariel talked about how he had to teach the female
anatomy to twelve-year-old boys. He was sure that that was an
interesting task, if not a bit uncomfortable. David wouldn't
even know where to start if he had to do such a thing. Either
way, Roman sounded pretty nice, and he was glad that Ariel got
to see him again, even if it was just for a moment.
Ariel asked about his day after that, asking if there was
anything new and exciting going on. David laughed softly,
shaking his head slightly. "No, not exactly," he answered
honestly, leaving the tablecloth alone in order to trace a bit
of condensation on his glass. "Right now we're working on some
new apartments that are going to be built downtown. They haven't
cleared out the land yet, but we're still in the designing
process, so it's not that big of a deal..." he explained,
knowing that he work didn't sound all that interesting. "But it
should bring in some good money, so that will be nice," he added
with a smile. Maybe Ariel would use some of it to buy more
houseplants. He liked their houseplants. It made him forget
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[center][I'll have a post for one of them after I do the
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The Gang: Post 5
By: winterssmary Date: March 31, 2019, 4:53 pm
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Dmitri laughed when the man nearly dropped his notebook.
"Careful, friend," he said. Still, the man didn't answer his
questions. Oh well. Dmitri assumed that Georgia was not an
uncommon place name anymore. He really needed to learn more
about the United States, especially because he didn't know how
long he was going to be here. He'd probably be moving to another
country in the near future, if his old pattern of travel stayed
the same. Still, Dmitri liked it here. Mostly. The people
weren't always nice -- but this pretty man was very nice -- but
the country itself was pretty.
The man then commented on his home not being very accepting of
his sexuality. Dmitri raised an eyebrow at that. He was
perfectly aware that this man was attracted to other men, but he
thought that was generally accepted in the United States. "I
thought Americans were perfectly accepting of homosexuality," he
admitted, confused. "In my home country, it is still unlawful.
They always told me that America was different," he said. They
always showed Pride parades on TV from America. It was all over
the American internet. It was truly amazing to him that a
country this progressive didn't like this pretty man because he
also liked pretty men.
He shrugged his shoulders when the man asked if he was a
performer. "Something like that," he said. "Not like my other
friends, but people watch me, yes," he said. Was he making
sense? He hoped he was making sense. Dmitri was a strongman, so
he was less of a performer and more of a sight-seeing something.
He didn't put on shows like the rest of the people. Well, not
scripted shows on a stage. He just kinda lifted things and tore
things apart and stuff. He mostly lifted women -- and men on
occasion -- at their request. He smiled when the man offered to
catch one of his performances. "I perform every night at the
circus at Battery Park," he explained. "I lift things."[/center]
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Grace knew that Sam liked Brittany. He wouldn't hang out with
her if he didn't, right? So, she did feel guilty about running
down his friend in front of him. She needed to stop doing that.
She never would have said stuff like that about Hani or Connor.
Of course, she liked Hani and Connor. They were nice to her. And
not lying for attention. They weren't always around and trying
to make Grace jealous. Technically, though, there was no proof
that Brittany was doing any of those things either. It was
mostly just Grace being paranoid. Really paranoid. But that was
stupid. She was dating someone else. She didn't have the right
to be jealous of anyone. But, admittedly, Sam dating Brittany
was probably one of her biggest fears. But she'd understand if
it happened. Brittany was gorgeous. And not a mean person which
already made her a step up from Jonah.
Speaking of Jonah, Sam asked why Grace was dating him. He was
hesitant about asking, like he knew that he was somehow out of
line. Honestly, if it were anyone but Sam, she'd probably think
it was out of line and be offended by the question. Leah had
asked the question at least three times. Sierra had asked it
many, many more. She was kind of tired of defending her
relationship to people. She knew Jonah wasn't a great guy and he
was an even worse boyfriend. But he was the first person to
actually show interest in her since her awful ordeal with Dalton
during her freshman year. And she really hated being alone. And
she was afraid that literally no one would ever love her ever so
she just needed to take what she could get. But he couldn't tell
people all of that.
"He has good qualities," she said softly. It wasn't a lie. Jonah
was smart and his sarcastic comments were occasionally funny.
Most of them were directed at her in a derogatory fashion, but
they were still funny. Besides, he couldn't be meaner to her
than she already was to herself, right? "He's not always nice or
easy to get along with, but he's not the worst guy I've dated,"
she admitted. "And he likes me, which is more than I can say
about a bunch of other guys I've been interested in," she added.
"Beggars can't be choosers, I guess," she said with a
half-hearted laugh. [/center]
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Eli knew he said too much. Most people didn't like hearing your
life story when you barely knew them. He did this all the time.
He needed to stop doing this all the time. He was sure it was
what drove so many people away from him. People didn't like
spending time with people who constantly made them uncomfortable
and that was perhaps Eli's greatest talent. He tried to make
things less awkward by not feeling sorry for himself. He didn't
like constantly being weighed down by self-pity and by
inflicting that emotion on others. So, he laughed and smiled and
tried his hardest to make everything into a joke. This was no
exception. But it seemed like that was making Blake even more
uncomfortable.
When she offered him a soda, he smiled. It was always nice to
run into hospitality in New York. People here weren't always
friendly and dive bar wait staff wasn't always the best,
but Blake seemed like she was really trying. Anyone who tried
this hard to seem in a better mood than she so obviously was was
pretty great to him. "Sierra Mist, if you have it, please," he
said. "If not, Sprite is just fine," he added. But when she
offered to make it her tip to him, he shook his head. "Oh, no
ma'am. I can pay for it myself. In fact, I insist on paying for
my own stuff," he said, smiling. [/center]
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Ariel listened as intently as she could to David as he talked
about work. She liked to give him a chance to speak, but
architecture wasn't exactly interesting to her. But it was
David's job and she loved him with all her heart, so she'd deal.
She liked the actual design process. Occasionally she'd catch a
glimpse of some of the drawings. She could make perfect sense of
those. But the profession itself wasn't for her. They were
working on new apartments, apparently, and David was still
working on the actual designs. Then he mentioned that it would
bring in a big paycheck. She didn't care about the money,
really. It was great that David had a high-paying job that let
them live comfortably with her taking minimal hours at the
university.
But what she liked most about having the excess income was all
the vacations they were able to take. They both didn't like
being trapped in the big city that much. Ariel loved the beach
more than any other place in the world and David really enjoyed
forests and mountains. They'd spent plenty of time taking
camping trips, hiking -- to the best of her ability -- in the
Catskills, and visiting as plenty of different beaches. "Well
that'll be nice. Maybe we can use the money to back to the
mountains or something. I feel like we've been cooped up in the
city for too long," she admitted. She could also invest in a few
more plants. They kept their house feeling natural and free.
"It'll also be nice to have a little more money for the
wedding," she said, a little giddy at the thought. She needed to
do a little more work to her dress before it was ready. She also
wanted to spend a little more on flowers and food. Since she was
doing most of the decorating on her own, that wasn't costing
them much, but everything else was getting kinda pricey. Not too
pricey, of course. She wasn't being too particular about a lot
of it. But still. "Speaking of which, when do you think you'll
have time to help me pick out a cake flavor?" she asked.
Scheduling had been one of the only real challenges when
planning this whole ordeal, because she wanted to make sure
David approved of everything and that he wasn't sacrificing his
own happiness just to give her free reign. [/center]
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Gang Gang: Post 5
By: Zellaphone Date: April 7, 2019, 1:25 am
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admitted to thinking that America was accepting of
homosexuality. On one hand, it was humorous because it
definitely wasn't true, unfortunately, and on the other hand, it
was funny because the Russian had certainly been able to tell
that he was completely gay. He knew he didn't really hide it,
but it was still amusing that the man had been able to tell
without a problem.
It especially helped to keep him from laughing when the man
added that Russia was much less friendly to people like him.
Well, that was certainly true. Compared to many other countries,
America was a lot more accepting about things such as sexuality.
He wondered then if he had made America sound worse than he had
intended to. If the man he was speaking to truly was interested
in other men like he hoped, he didn't want to frighten him off.
"Oh, America is definitely more accepting, but not perfectly.
There are still some areas and people who are... less
open-minded than us," he tried to explain. "I just happened to
come from an area with more people like that."
Wyatt furrowed his brow when the Russian tried explaining him
job a little more, but raised his brows in realization when the
man confessed that he was a circus performer. Well, that was
certainly... different. Not at all what he had been expecting
him to say. Wyatt had never met someone from the circus before,
though people he had grown up with always told him that the
circus is where he belonged. "You're a strongman," he stated,
nodding with understanding, gazing at the man's biceps. "That...
actually makes a lot of sense," he said with a light chuckle.
This man seemed to be as perfect and as innocent as they came.
"You definitely have the body for it. May I?" he casually asked,
batting his lashes that were lightly covered with mascara twice
as he gestured to the man's biceps in hopes that he could have a
quick feel. Perhaps it would make his intentions more clear as
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[center]Sam wished he could take his question about Jonah back
the minute it left his lips, but, alas, that's not how things
worked. He didn't mean to cross any lines, but it was just
that... well... Jonah seemed like a total prick, and Connor had
confirmed this many times. He was a jerk, and Grace didn't
deserve a guy like that. She was far too kind and smart and
beautiful for someone as disgusting. In fact, Jonah probably
shouldn't be with anyone, really. He just didn't seem to be the
best type of guy to have around.
Thankfully, Grace didn't appear to be too offended by his
question, stating that Jonah some good qualities. Well, yeah,
everyone had some good qualities. It doesn't make them a good
person. Grace also added that he wasn't the worst person she had
dated, which still wasn't helping her case, all before finishing
it all off with a comment about how beggars couldn't be
choosers. Sam frowned at that. "Grace... you don't need to
settle, if that's what you're doing. I'm certain that there's
plenty of nice guys, or, uh, girls, whatever you're into, that
would be totally willing to date you. And all of them would, you
know, actually spend time with you and talk to you more," he
told her. "I don't mean to overstep or anything, but I'm just
saying, if you're not really into this whole relationship...
then you don't gotta be in it. Or be in a relationship at all,
really. Being single isn't so bad," he added, motioning at
himself. "I mean, I'm single."
Sam rubbed his palms against his jeans, feeling like he had said
way too much. "Anyway, uh... how's your dad? Are you seeing him
this weekend?" he asked nervously. He should have just kept
talking about his superhero films. Now he had gone and messed
everything up, probably. Connor would have smacked him for sure.
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Mist. Really, she was doing her damnedest not to laugh. It just
wasn't very common that she had grown men in the bar ask her for
a Sierra Mist instead of a beer or a shot of something harder.
He was an odd man indeed, but at least he was friendly. Shy,
sure, and awkward, but... friendly. It was better than him being
a total dick. She'd hate to have to punch those glasses off his
pretty face. Thankfully, it didn't seem like she'd have to,
which was great, because as much as her actions were justified
against the people who treated her like an item, her boss wasn't
very fond of her methods.
Eli refused her offer to get his drink, saying that he insisted
on paying for his stuff. Blake simply shrugged. If he wanted to
pay, that was his choice. She wasn't going to fight him over a
Sierra Mist, of all things. "Suit yourself," she said. "Enzo!"
she called out from over the bar. "One Sierra Mist for our
performer tonight, please," she requested with a smirk before
looking back to Eli. "I'll have your burger out soon," she told
him, heading off to the kitchen.[/center]
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[center]David smiled when Ariel suggested that they use the
extra money he was going to earn to go to the mountains. He'd
love that. He had always wanted to live somewhere like the
mountains, but fate had apparently had different plans for him,
which was fine. He was with Ariel, and that was all that really
mattered. He just sometimes grew tired of his surroundings, if
you could believe it. He was very much of a "city boy" or
"people person," so New York wasn't really his jive. He would
much rather be in a more secluded area with more trees than
skyscrapers. Still, he had a roof over his head, a great job,
and an even better fiance.
"Or we could go to the beach," he suggested himself, knowing
that that was Ariel's preferred vacation destination. She had
always loved the ocean so much, and he was determined to take
her as many times as he could. There was plenty of time for him
to go to the mountains, but with Ariel... time was...
Well, he didn't like to dwell on it.
David listened on as Ariel added that the money would also be
nice to use for the wedding, which was very true, asking if he
could help pick out a cake flavor. He grinned as she obviously
got excited at the thought, growing more excited himself. He
was, of course, looking forward to marrying Ariel, but the
wedding itself had never been too big of a deal to him. Just as
long as everything was the way Ariel wanted it to be, then he'd
be happy. "I should have some time to help," he answered,
opening his menu finally. "But you know I'll be happy with
anything you choose, Tulip," he went on, browsing the selection
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The Gang: Post 6
By: winterssmary Date: April 7, 2019, 4:21 am
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Dmitri was a little confused by the little, homosexual man, who
was fighting to keep from laughing at him. Based on everything
Dmitri knew, America was much more accepting of homosexuality
than most of the other countries he had been to. It was
certainly more widely accepted than in his home country. Eastern
Europe was beautiful, but it had a long way to go in terms of
open-mindedness and modern ideals. It was one of the many
reasons that Dmitri left. He missed his home , but could do
without homosexuality being a criminal act. It wasn't illegal in
America. But Dmitri supposed that that didn't mean it was as
widely accepted as he thought it was. After all, hatred wasn't
limited to certain parts of the world. It was a human trait.
Sadly.
He frowned when the little man, who Dmitri now decided was his
new friend, mentioned that he came from a part of the country
that didn't like him. That was stupid. This man seemed very
friendly and nice and polite. Why did it matter that he was
attracted to other men? Weren't all men at least a little
attracted to other men? Well, even if Dmitri was wrong about
that, who someone is attracted to doesn't matter if they are
still a good person. He shouldn't have to explain that to
people. No one should have to explain that to people. It's 2019.
"I am sorry to hear that, friend," he said with a sigh. "I did
not know there was still so much cruelty and hatred in this part
of the world," he admitted.
Dmitri nodded when the man referred to him as a strong man. He
was, indeed, a strong man. He supposed that was what to call it.
That was probably what other people called it. The different
languages that he'd used in the past didn't all have proper
translations and, even if he did, he went by a different title
in every place he'd ever been. Strongman made sense though. He
raised an eyebrow when the man said that he had the body for it,
gesturing for his biceps and essentially asking to touch them.
Dmitri saw no harm in it. But it was odd. Americans were much
more touchy than other cultures. Well, that's not entirely true.
Scotland was a very friendly environment. He shrugged. "I do not
see why not," he said with a friendly smile. What a kind man he
had met. He was glad to have him as a new friend. [/center]
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It was odd that Sam was asking her questions about her
relationship, sure. It was normal for girl-friends to do it, but
she couldn't remember any of her guy friends ever asking her
stuff like this. She was sure that Hani or Connor or Brandon
wouldn't ask these questions. To her face, that is. But she was
ninety-nine point nine percent sure that Connor talked shit
about the whole thing behind her back. And if he didn't, Brandon
definitely did. The thought should have bothered her more. Maybe
it would have bothered her if she actually liked Jonah. This was
just, oddly enough, complicated. It shouldn't be, but it was.
She bit her tongue when Sam said that she didn't need to settle.
She didn't know that she settling, necessarily. She wasn't sure
she was capable of settling. She was pretty sure that anyone
else would be settling by dating her. He then said that there
were plenty of guys -- or girls -- that would be willing to date
her and treat her well. That made her heart swell a little bit.
She had hoped that he was referring to himself, but she knew
deep down that he wasn't. He was just trying to be nice. He was
always just trying to be nice. "You don't have to say nice
things to me like that," she said with a shrug. Besides, I'm not
settling for Jonah," she said casually. "I mean, he's an
attractive guy and he's smart and funny and I do care about
him," she said. Of course, she cared about a lot of people; in
the sense that she didn't want anything bad to happen to them.
But, for real, why didn't Jonah want to talk to her or spend
time with her? "Besides, I'm pretty annoying to be around and
talk to, so I guess I get it. I'd probably avoid me from time to
time too," she said with a laugh.
He seemed to feel guilty about asking at all, saying he didn't
mean to overstep and bounds and Grace shook her head and smiled
at him. "You didn't overstep anything," she said. "Sierra
oversteps. She gets belligerent and harsh and condescending
about it. Asking an honest question isn't a big deal," she
explained. Then he said that she didn't need to be in a
relationships with Jonah. Or with anyone. "Yeah, I'd been single
since freshman year before Jonah, remember?" she said,
shrugging. "I can't handle being lonely," she said with a
chuckle. She laughed when Sam gestured to himself, stating that
he was, indeed single. "That you are," she teased.
Sam got all clammy and awkward again, as if the conversation had
been a little too heavy. Maybe it was. Grace wasn't particularly
afraid of serious discussions though. Sam was different though.
His childish and goofy demeanor was tarnished by him expressing
concern for his friend, she supposed. But she hoped that she
smiled enough to make it clear that she wasn't bothered by it.
She wished they talked seriously more often. But, at the same
time, the jokes and superhero movies were good enough for her.
As long as Sam kept talking to her, she didn't really care what
he talked about. So, when he mentioned Chris, she wasn't even
fazed. "Chris is fine," she said. Despite him being her adoptive
father, she often struggled to call the man anything other than
Chris. "I'd like to see him this weekend, but we haven't talked
about it yet. He usually calls a few hours after dinner though,
so I'll figure it out," she said. "What about you? When's the
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Blake seemed a little taken aback by Eli's request for a Sierra
Mist. That was fair. She was probably used to dealing with
people who were more overtly masculine and ordered disgusting
beer and whisky that burns and all that other stuff. No thanks
though. Eli would rather not drink gasoline. He'd stick to his
soda and his champagne, thank you very much. And he wasn't
ashamed of it. Even when she smirked and called for his Sierra
Mist -- very loudly -- to the bartender, whose name was
apparently Enzo. "A what? Okay then," Enzo called, smirking to
Eli as well.
Eli simply shrugged it off. "Thank you very much," he called to
the bartender, who quickly got him his drink. He just poured it
out a can and into a glass with ice, but it was just perfect for
him. "And thank you," Eli said to Blake, who said that his
burger would be out soon. If Eli was being perfectly honest, he
wasn't much of a burger person. Of course, he wasn't not a
burger person. And Blake recommended it, so it must be good.
And, even if it wasn't, he'd just give it to her or something
and order something else. He might end up doing that anyway. Who
knows? He'd figure it out at some point.[/center]
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Ariel couldn't help but grin when David smiled at her. He didn't
comment on going to the mountains, but he didn't have to. She
knew he'd be happy with it. He always thoroughly enjoyed their
time in the Catskills, as did she. Neither of them was really
meant for life in the city. Ariel could cope just fine with the
overabundance of people. Despite being as fragile as she was,
she wasn't meek. Ariel could talk your ear off if she wanted to
and she'd been told that her cheerfulness came on a little
strong to some people, but she was more outgoing and friendly
than your typical New York women. Regardless, she preferred the
quietness of secluded nature. She liked the beauty of it all and
the tranquil energy and air that didn't smell like pollution and
smog. She liked the quiet sounds of wind instead of constant
police sirens and horns blaring from the traffic outside. And
she knew that David felt the same way. They didn't belong here.
But it was harder to find jobs in architecture when you moved
away from buildings, so they'd be staying put. At least until
they retire. Maybe.
She grinned when he suggested that they go to the beach. That
was Ariel's favorite place. She had a sneaking suspicion that
he'd recommend that instead of his preferred place. David had a
very, very sweet habit of putting her first at all costs. She
appreciated it, really, because she didn't think there was a
human being out there that could be so loving and selfless. But,
at the same time, she wished that he'd do things for himself.
She constantly felt like all he did was give and all she did was
take. She never, ever wanted to take advantage of his generosity
and kindness and, well, perfection. But he didn't always give
her that choice. And she couldn't complain about it because he
genuinely seemed happy to accommodate her every desire. "You're
spoiling me again," she giggled. "It doesn't matter to me where
we go. Just as long as we go together. Somewhere two
tree-hugging hippies can be tree-hugging hippies," she added.
Ariel also knew that the wedding wasn't a big deal to David. Not
that he wasn't excited to get married. They were both pretty
happy with that. But the actual ceremony was of little
importance to him. He wasn't picky about anything and had let
pretty much the entire process fall under Ariel's jurisdiction.
She had a specific vision when it came to certain aspects, but
she was more than happy to compromise. But he wasn't going for
that. He simply didn't care. Why did he have to be so perfect?
She blushed a little when he called her Tulip. Several years of
dating, an engagement, and she still got butterflies when he got
all cute with her. "I know you keep saying that, but I want you
to make decisions too," she said with a gentle smile. "I don't
want you to sacrifice something just for my benefit, if that
makes any sense," she said. [/center]
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#Post#: 243--------------------------------------------------
Gang Gang: Post 6
By: Zellaphone Date: April 9, 2019, 5:48 pm
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[center]Wyatt waved away the man's apology. He didn't feel like
anyone needed to apologize to him for the way the world was. It
wasn't like the Russian could do anything about it. Homophobia
had been around for centuries, and it wasn't going to go
anywhere anytime soon. He didn't want the Russian to think that
America was that bad. America was fine. Especially New York. As
crazy as it was, it was much more accepting than most places in
America. It was sweet that the man cared so much, though.
"America is still much better than a lot," Wyatt tried to assure
him. "And you're in one of the best cities there are," he added
with a chuckle.
Wyatt grinned when the man gave him permission to feel his
biceps, his heart melting from his smile. "Thank you," he said
gleefully, reaching out with his free hand and lightly palming
the man's arms. Holy fuck! He had no idea that a living,
breathing man could feel like a damn statue. Wyatt's heartbeat
increased. "Thank you very much," he said, feeling a little
winded as he hesitantly removed his hand from the man's arms. He
could not just walk away from this man without getting at least
his name.
"My name is Wyatt," he said quickly, sticking his hand out for
the other man to shake. "Perhaps we could exchange numbers? Just
in case if I get lost on the way to you show," he suggested with
a wink. It was an obvious flirt, but he didn't mind. Flirting
was one of the things he did best, and he wanted the man to know
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[center]Sam hated to hear how little Grace seemed to think about
herself. He wished he could tell her how much she really meant
to him, but he was afraid of coming off too strong or something
unless he wrote everything down and studied it first. He
wouldn't deny that he had a bit of a crush on her, and it would
be wrong for him to sound like he was flirting her when she had
a boyfriend - even if that boyfriend was a jerk and didn't
deserve her. But, if Grace really did like him and care for him
then well, he supposed he didn't have business in trying to
persuade her in leaving him. He wasn't hurting her or anything,
he was just... ignoring her sometimes.
Sam bit back a sigh, attempting to shake away his thoughts in
order to better listen to Grace talk about Mr. Smith. She
explained that she wanted to see him this weekend, meaning that
when she undoubtedly did go see him, Sam would have to just
chill with his other friends - which was fine, but, you know.
She then asked when he'd be seeing his own parents. "Oh, they're
actually in Cancun for awhile. It's their anniversary this
weekend," Sam explained, playing with his own shoelaces. "So I
probably won't see them for awhile, which is fine, I guess," he
said with a shrug. At this point, Sam had gotten kind of used to
not seeing his parents as much. It was probably for the best
though, seeing as how it wouldn't be too much longer until he'd
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[center]Blake didn't return to Eli until his burger was done,
tending to other customers and sliding the burger and fries in
front of him. She also plopped down a bottle of ketchup for him
in case he wanted it. She smirked once again at the sight of his
Sierra Mist, but not in an insulting way. Honestly, she just
found the walking pencil amusing, and, if she was being honest,
pretty cute. Again, he had killer cheekbones. She bet he looked
amazing with those cheesy black and white filters. She had never
seen such bone structure - not that she usually paid attention
to such things a lot.
"Need anything else?" she asked, setting a couple of napkins
down. She heard someone start snapping behind her and rolled her
eyes, shooting a glare over her shoulder at a man and his two
friends sitting at a corner table. They laughed when she looked
at them, and she wished she could just spit in their direction
and leave them be, but, unfortunately, she couldn't. "Just let
me know if you need something," she mumbled to Eli, all three
men now snapping at her and guffawing. What morons. "The
snapping isn't going to make me come any faster!" Blake called
to them as she left Eli's side to see what they wanted.
"Dipshits," she said under her breath. [/center]
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[center]David chuckled when Ariel accused him of spoiling her.
Of course he was - that was what she deserved. He wanted her to
have everything she had ever wanted. As long as she was happy,
so was he, really. She added that it didn't matter where they
went, as long as they were together. She also called them
"tree-hugging hippies," causing David to laugh softly. That they
certainly were. David just wished there were more trees around
New York to "hug." While he was grateful for this city and did
truly love it, it just wasn't his style at all. Still, he made
good money there, and that was what they needed right now. After
he earned enough, they could probably go most anywhere they
wanted to, as long as there were still job opportunities for the
both of them.
Discussing the cake, Ariel insisted that David make some
decisions as well, stating that she didn't want him to give up
anything just for her. "I'm not sacrificing anything," he
assured her with a smile."We usually like the same things. I
like chocolate," he stated, trying to make a point while also
somewhat helping to make a decision. "Red velvet is pretty good
too," he went on, setting his menu aside after making a
decision. "I'm still just trying to pick a best man, though. No
one at work is really all that close to me except maybe Scott,"
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The Gang: Post 7
By: winterssmary Date: April 12, 2019, 3:28 am
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Dmitri smiled when the man said that America wasn't all bad, and
that New York City was one of the best cities to be in. He'd
made that assumption just based around all the different people
he'd seen so far. Most of them had been tourists, he assumed,
and rarely spoke any English. But many of the people had also
been flamboyant and strange and dressed in feathers and
rhinestones. Sometimes, they weren't dressed in anything at all.
He'd also seen groups of men going out in dates. And he means
groups. Like, more than four all on the same date. With the same
guy. So, New York had to be accepting of just normal
homosexuality, since polyamorous homosexuality was not frowned
upon. It was just nice that this nice little man was somewhere
he felt safe now. "That is good to know."
Dmitri raised an eyebrow at how oddly excited his new friend was
to touch his arms. Dmitri didn't understand. Plenty of people
touched his arms. Plenty of people did it after watching her
perform. It was a very normal, very routine thing for him. Did
this man not meet many people with big arms? Was it some kind of
rarity in this Georgia that he was from? He didn't quite get it,
but he chose not to say anything. If it made the man happy, what
was the harm? The man introduced himself after pulling his hand
away. Wyatt was an unusual name. Well, probably not, actually.
But it was unusual for a guy like Dmitri. "It is nice to meet
you, Little Wyatt," he said with a smile. "I am Dmitri," he
added. "Oh, of course," he said when Wyatt asked that they
exchange numbers. "I would hate for you to lose your way," he
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Sam got oddly quiet when Grace tried to half-defend Jonah. She
was a little worried that she'd said something wrong or that she
made him think that she was n idiot or something. It would break
her heart if she found out that Sam thought she was stupid for
being in a one-sided relationship. She was stupid for it, of
course, but she didn't want Sam thinking that. She didn't want
Sam thinking that anything was wrong. She didn't want him
worrying about her or biting his tongue to try and spare her
feelings or anything like that. She almost asked what he was
thinking, but decided against it. He'd already said how he felt
when he implied that she should just break up with Jonah.
But the topic shifted rather quickly, which wasn't a bad thing.
She was talking about Chris, whom she was most definitely going
to see this weekend. Unless he had something planned, which was
highly unlikely. Chris didn't do much outside of work. Well,
maybe he did when she was gone and he just kept it a secret, but
something told her that Chris wasn't great with secrets. Sam, on
the other hand, apparently wasn't seeing his parents any time
soon. She figured that made sense, given that they were both
probably pretty busy being doctors and stuff. "Ooooo, Cancun,"
she said with a smile. "That sounds fun," she added. He didn't
seem thrilled about not seeing them, but he also didn't seem too
disappointed either, as if it were some inevitability that he
didn't think about often. "Do they take trips often? Like, is
that a thing you guys did a lot before you were in school?" she
asked, just making conversation. She didn't want him to leave
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Blake returned with Eli's burger and a bottle of ketchup,
smirking at him before asking if he needed anything else. He
wasn't entirely sure what the smirk was supposed to mean, but he
assumed that she didn't mean anything hurtful or rude by it.
Blake seemed the type to be very upfront when she wanted to be
rude, so he expected any not-so-kind comments to very direct
coming from her. He, instead, chose to ignore the whole weird
smirk-y thing and chalk it up to She probably just remembered
something funny that happened. He smiled. "Thank you. This
smells amazing," he said, though complimenting the food to the
waitress probably wasn't very rational. She didn't cook the
food, but still.
He shook his head when she asked if he needed anything else.
"Oh, no thank you. I'm fine," he said with a smile. He scowled
at the men behind him, who started snapping their fingers and
laughing at her, trying to get her attention. "That's rather
rude of you," he called over to the men as Blake started walking
in their direction, making a snappy comment about how she wasn't
going to get their any faster. "Show some respect, gentlemen,"
he added, though immediately regretted it, since he was, indeed,
not physically fit in the slightest and picking a bar fight with
several other men was practically a death sentence.
"Hey, assholes," Enzo called, apparently unhappy with the way
these men were treating Blake. "Cool it or get the hell out of
my bar," he said calmly, not even looking up from the whisky
glass he was cleaning. "Or, by all means, keep it up and I'll
let her do what she wants with one of the kitchen knives.
Either is fine by me," he added, a muttered whisper that Eli
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Ariel figured that they'd figure out their future vacation
destination at another time, since David didn't feel the need to
add anything after she said that she didn't really care where
they went. She knew they'd both be happy with either place, so
it didn't really matter or warrant any further discussion. She
was happy that David did everything he could to give her
everything she wanted, but it still made her feel like she was
taking him for granted some times. She wanted to make it very,
very clear that she wasn't and that she would gladly do
something or change something if he asked her to. But he never
would. At least, it didn't seem that way. But it wasn't worth
thinking about right then. They were happy. They were having a
nice time. And nothing was going to change that.
He smiled, assuring her that he wasn't sacrificing anything and
that they just tended to like most of the same things. She
smiled and nodded. "Can't argue with you there," she said after
mentioning that he liked both chocolate and red velvet, which
were both things she loved. He was right. They rarely ever
disagreed on things and neither of them disagreed on anything
enough to really care about changing it. It was all going to be
fine. In truth, she wanted him more involved because planning
everything by herself was getting draining. And lonely. But she
didn't want to tell him that. "No, you're right. I'm reading too
much into this," she said with a laugh. "I feel like chocolate
is the safest bet," she said. "But there are so many different
types of chocolate. There's white chocolate and dark chocolate
and triple chocolate fudge and chocolate caramel and I don't
know if I'm being ridiculous in thinking that it would be cool
to have a weird outrageous flavor when we all know for a fact
that just plain chocolate with buttercream icing is going to go
over best with all of our guests and -," she cut herself off,
taking a breath -- because she'd talked herself to near
hyperventilation -- before casually busting into laughter. "I
sound like a psychopath. It's just cake. I don't even care that
much," she said. "Sorry about the outburst."
She took a few more breaths and a few sips of her water. Was it
bad that she'd talked her heart rate up? Because that's exactly
what she did. It wasn't that noticeable and it didn't hurt, but
she needed to calm down and talk like a normal person instead of
going on massive cake-rants without taking a breath between
sentences. David started saying that he didn't have a best man
yet, explaining that he wasn't really that close to anyone from
work aside from Scott, whom Ariel could not quite place a face
to. "I mean, Scott would be fine," she said. "But your best man
should be someone special to you. Or, like, at least family or
something," she said. "Do you have a cousin or something?" she
asked. But then she thought about it for a minute. David didn't
have much in the way of family. Maybe Scott really was his best
option. "And, if we're being perfectly honest, I don't exactly
have a maid of honor in mind either. I completely forgot about
it, actually," she said with a laugh. She was scatterbrained, as
usual. [/center]
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[center]Wyatt laughed when the man referred to him as "Little
Wyatt." That was definitely a new one, but he didn't mind it. He
knew the man, Dmitri, didn't mean it as an insult. He rather
liked the nickname coming from the large, very handsome, Russian
man named Dmitri. He liked it even more when Dmitri possibly,
hopefully flirted back with him, agreeing to exchange numbers.
He had started to wonder if the guy had picked up on his
flirting at all. In fact, he still wondered if he was really
flirting, or just being friendly. Either way, Wyatt was getting
his phone number, and that was better than nothing.
One of the Panera employee's set their food down, and Wyatt slid
his a bit closer to him to grab once he got the handsome man's
number. "Great!" he exclaimed, taking his phone out from his
back pocket and quickly unlocking it, going to new contacts and
handing Dmitri his phone. "Maybe I can text you beforehand as
well?" he suggested with a smile, excited that he had, indeed,
snagged the perfect man's phone number. Things were looking up
today, suddenly. He couldn't wait to tell Robyn about this. She
was going to absolutely freak out.[/center]
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[center]Sam shrugged when Grace said that Cancun sounded like
fun. He supposed it was. All he had really seen of it was some
pictures, and apparently they had cool temples and very large
lizards. The beaches looked pretty neat, though. It would have
been nice to have gone, but he was busy with school and he knew
his parents liked to have time to themselves. Not that they
didn't get enough of that these days, but it was their
anniversary, after all. They deserved to have a nice trip. He
just wondered when their next trip as a family would be. He
hadn't gotten out of New York in what felt like forever.
"Yeah, they take trips occasionally," he explained, lying back
on Grace's couch and staring up at the ceiling. "They can't take
off too much since they have so many patients, but I guess they
travel more than a lot of others. We used to go places all the
time together, but, you know, school kinda gets in the way of
that. It's fine, though. I like for them to go out and have nice
little romantic trips by themselves. Guess it's healthy for
relationships, and all that," he said rather casually, gesturing
with his hands. "We used to go to Disney World all the time," he
added, smiling at the thought. "Have you ever been to Disney
World? Dole Whip will change your life, I swear."[/center]
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[center]Blake didn't expect anyone else to say anything to the
men, which was fine, she could handle them herself, but then Eli
spoke up, telling the men to show her some respect in what was
probably the least threatening way in the world. The men laughed
louder in response, which Blake had anticipated. As sweet as it
was for the guy to try and stand up for her, he didn't exactly
scream "I'm dangerous." One of the guys could take him out
easily. Of course, she wasn't too built herself, but she could
more than likely make more of an impact than he could. She was a
very determined person.
Enzo spoke up as well, being much more intimidating - he even
mumbled about letting Blake use a kitchen knife. "Thanks, but
that's not really necessary for these morons," she sighed back
to him.
The men laughed some more, the largest of the bunch punching
another on the shoulder. "Oh come on! We're just playing around.
Right, cutie?" he asked Blake, batting his lashes and snorting.
Blake rolled her eyes and grit her teeth. "Playing around would
insinuate that I'm having fun, which I'm not. I'd be having a
lot more fun kicking your ass outside, if you're interested,"
she said, grabbing up their empty beer bottles and starting to
walk away.
"How about we do something more enjoyable outside, sweet ass?"
Blake spun around, glaring at all three men. "Excuse me?" she
hissed, ready to break open one of the bottles in her hand.
The man smirked. "You heard me."[/center]
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[center]David thought that maybe, for once, he had actually
settled something with just a few words. However, he had
obviously been too naive, and it didn't take long at all for
Ariel to start talking about all the different types of
chocolates there were, making David feel a bit anxious. If she
wanted a unique flavor, then that was fine, but David didn't
really know of a bunch of different cake flavors. He grew up on
just chocolate and vanilla, really. Honestly, he still didn't
really care what they got. He just wanted to marry Ariel and
start the rest of their lives together. It was hard having to
make decisions about something you obviously weren't as
passionate about, but he did want to help.
Ariel calmed down after a bit, apologizing for her outburst.
David shook his head, smiling. "It's fine, Tulip. We could
always do a chocolate layered cake with fruits mixed in with the
icing?" he suggested. "I think I've seen people do
strawberries," he added, fiddling with his straw in his glass
while Ariel continued to settle down. They could always make
their cake unique in other ways, right? Still please Ariel and
the guests?
Ariel asked if he had any cousins or anything to be his best
man, explaining that his best man should be someone important.
She also admitted to not having a miad of honor for herself,
which was a little surprising. "We've still got time to think
about it," he assured her. "I don't really have any family
members that I'm very much aware of or close to... but Scott is
nice and a very good friend. I'm sure he'd be up for
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The Gang: Post 8
By: winterssmary Date: April 14, 2019, 1:28 am
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A Panera employee brought their food over, and Dmitri grinned
and thanked them happily. Wyatt took out and unlocked his phone,
handing it to Dmitri. Dmitri almost wrote his name in Russian in
Wyatt's contacts. Almost. Part of him thought it would be funny.
The other thought it would be kinda mean. However, there was
also the fact that Dmitri wasn't sure how to spell his name
properly in English. He wasn't sure if there was an incorrect
way to spell it either though. After all, no one was going to
correct him. So, he just winged if, spelling it phonetically to
the best of his ability, and putting in his number before
handing Wyatt's phone back to him. "There," he said with a
smile.
He nodded when Wyatt suggested that he text Dmitri before
potentially getting lost. "You should probably do that anyway to
make sure I didn't incorrectly put my number," he said with a
shrug. "My fingers are big for the screens on these little
phones and sometimes the numbers confuse me," he added with a
quiet chuckle. He took out his phone as well, handing it over to
Wyatt. He didn't have a passcode or anything, so Wyatt could
unlock it no problem. "Here, your turn, Little Wyatt," he said.
He started munching on his sandwich. It was a good sandwich.
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Grace didn't know how often Sam saw his parents or how often
they spent time together. But she did know that he was really
busy with school and dance and movies and conventions and a
whole bunch of other stuff that probably kept him away. On top
of that, Sam mentioned that his parents had a lot of patients,
so they didn't have a lot of free time either. That was a little
weird to think about. Grace was used to having time -- not a lot
with her labs and stuff, but still -- and spending plenty of
time with Chris, her family. Of course, he was much closer to to
the school than Sam's parents, so there was that. Anyway, she
thought about the fact that she very well could be in the same
boat as Sam's parents after she starts her own veterinary
practice. The thought of never having time with people she cared
about was daunting, to say the least.
"Yeah, that makes sense," she said when Sam said it was healthy
for his parents to have a romantic get away every now and then.
"It sucks that you can't go with them a lot anymore though," she
added with a shrug. She smiled and laughed a little when Sam
asked if she had ever been to Disney World, insisting that a
Dole Whip would change everything. She shook her head. "Nah,"
she said. "I've never exactly been on a vacation or anything.
They don't take foster kids to Orlando and Chris rarely has time
off," she said with a shrug. "I've always wanted to go though. I
want to meet Ariel," she said with a smile. "What's a Dole
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Eli instantly felt like a complete idiot for making comments
toward the rude guys who were being disrespectful to Blake. They
just laughed at him and Blake seemed like she expected it to
happen. Eli knew he wasn't exactly a tough guy and he knew that
anyone who looked at him probably saw some soft-spoken wimp with
no spine and no muscle mass. While most of that was true, Eli
had a trick or two up his sleeve. He usually just confused
people into leaving. Though, occasionally, that didn't work
either, since it enraged them to the point of violence. However,
he kept a taser on him at all times, especially after he started
spending time performing in bars. After the comments that the
man kept making toward Blake, Eli was pretty sure he was going
to have to use it. "Hey -,"
But then Enzo, the bartender who obviously really cared about
Blake's safety, spoke up again. "The fuck did I just say?" Enzo
asked, stepping out from the back of the bar. Eli could barely
make out the gun in the waistband of his jeans, but he was sure
that the men couldn't see it from this angle. Enzo probably did
that on purpose, since guns were illegal in the city and all
that. "Apologize to my friend and get the fuck out of my bar or
I'll call the police on you for trespassing," he said, very
calm. Eerily calm. As if he did this sort of thing a lot.
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Ariel felt like an idiot and kept trying to laugh off her
rambling. She rambled a lot. She was more talkative than she
should have been and her parents were constantly reminding her
of it. In fact, David was one of the only people in her life
that actually seemed to be perfectly content with how much she
talked. But still, it always felt like she was burdening him and
she always felt the need to apologize. She was about to
apologize a second time when David smiled at her, calling her
Tulip again and saying everything was fine. Then he offered some
idea about layering cake and adding strawberries. Ariel did like
strawberries. She nodded at that. "You're a genius," she said
with a laugh. "I didn't mean to make things complicated, Angel,
really," she added after a brief pause.
She nodded when he said that they still have time to think about
it. "Yeah, you're right. I'm overreacting, I know," she said,
taking another sip of her water and trying to will her heartbeat
to calm down. "You can always tell me I'm being ridiculous, you
know," she laughed. If she kept laughing about this, it would
calm them both down, right? She smiled when David said that
Scott would be fine, that he was a good friend. She hated that
David didn't have much in the way of family, but how could he?
With his dad being absent, it definitely limited his options.
"Then Scott it is?" she said, sounding more like a question than
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Gang Gang: Post 8
By: Zellaphone Date: April 16, 2019, 12:50 am
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[center]Wyatt restrained himself as he watched Dmitri struggle
to put in his number. The man was positively adorable, and Wyatt
was afraid that his heart would give out at any minute.
Honestly, from the looks of Dmitri, he had expected him to act
like something straight out of a wet dream, but, if he were
still being truthful, he was pleasantly surprised that he
didn't. He had the looks of a Russian god, but the heart of a
butterfly. Wyatt was just slowly melting every second he spent
with him. If the man were a drug, he'd be an anti-depressant,
and that's exactly what Wyatt needed prescribed to him.
Dmitri handed him his phone back, and Wyatt smiled down at the
name and number he now had stored safely away in his contacts.
"Sounds like a plan," he said in response to him texting Dmitri,
chuckling along with him before taking the man's phone. He
grinned as Dmitri referred to him as little again, finding that
Dmitri had no passcode and going straight into his contacts. He
decided to add his name in as "Little Wyatt" like Dmitri had
been calling him, punching in his number before handing the
Russian back his phone. "I'll text you tonight, Dmitri. For now,
it's back off to work," he warned him, smiling brightly before
grabbing his bag of food from the counter. "It was very nice
meeting you," he told him, brushing his hand against Dmitri's
arm as he walked by, exiting the Panera and resisting the urge
to glance back.
Oh yeah, he was definitely telling Robyn about this.[/center]
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[center]Sam nodded when Grace pointed out that it stunk that he
couldn't go on vacation with his parents as much anymore. Yeah,
it did, but hey, at least he had gotten to go before, right? A
lot of kids didn't even get that much. He was lucky. Grace, for
instance, apparently didn't get to go on vacation a lot, which
made sense. He felt a little stupid and guilty for asking if she
had been to Disney World. He hoped that Mr. Smith would take her
someday. It made him smile that she wanted to see Ariel.
"Dole Whip is amazing. It's like a pineapple sorbet, but a
hundred times better," Sam tried to explain, patting his
stomach. "Grace, it's sooo good. I hope Mr. Smith can take you
some day. Ariel is pretty sweet too. I'm more of a fan of
Tigger, honestly." He stood up, stretching. It was pretty late
now, so he figured he should be getting back to his dorm pretty
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[center]Blake opened her mouth to talk back to the men, but Enzo
was faster, demanding that they apologize to her and leave. As
much as she appreciated him standing up for her, she did still
like to do things herself. It didn't help her prove that she
wasn't just some weak tool for men to walk all over when others
stepped in to help her. At least his threats seemed to be doing
something. The men rolled their eyes and started to grab their
jackets.
"Don't bother apologizing. You meaningless words aren't worth my
time," she spat at them. "Also, don't forget to pay your bill,"
she added walking away as the men gathered their things and
murmured angrily among the themselves. She knew they wouldn't be
tipping, so there went more money out the door. Sometimes she
wondered why she even stayed in this job. She hated people, and
she hated men. Drunk men, especially.
"Hey, fuck this place anyway. It's a dump. We'll just go
somewhere with better service and entertainment," the men
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[center]David blushed when Ariel called him a genius, glad that
he could actually be useful. If they did decided to go with
chocolate or red velvet with strawberries or some other fruit,
he looked forward to it. It sounded delicious. "Everything is
fine, dear, I promise," David assured her, placing a hand over
hers and smiling. "I know how important this all is to you, so I
want to help the best I can."
"You're not being ridiculous," he said with certainty, putting
his hand back in his lap. "And Scott will work," he agreed.
There wasn't anyone else he could think of anyways. He had no
idea who to even invite besides the people at work he rarely
spoke to. It was probably going to be a small wedding, but he
didn't mind that. He just hoped Ariel didn't mind
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The Gang: Post 9
By: winterssmary Date: April 19, 2019, 4:10 am
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Grace's conversation with Sam came and went, meaning that she
had to go about her life once more. On the plus side, after Sam
left, Jonah finally texted her back. He
didn't want to see her. He didn't say much of anything,
actually. But he did text her back. So that was a victory in
itself. Leah came back from her Tinder date and it was business
as usual. The rest of the week -- the whole, what, one day --
was pretty typical. Luckily, she didn't have labs on Friday, so
she was free to go home after her classes ended, which she did,
gladly. She didn't feel like being on campus that weekend with
Jonah neglecting her and Sam talking to his friends about a
movie that she wasn't invited to. So, to clear her head, she
drove herself home, hoping to spend time with Chris and forget
about school for a while.
She walked into the apartment, calling out a quick I'm home,
before realizing that it was pretty early in the afternoon and
Chris wasn't off from work yet. She thought about meeting him at
the precinct or contacting one of his co-workers, but eventually
decided that it was probably best to just wait. It was better
that he didn't have any distractions on the job. If he just
worked in an office or something, Grace's needy ass wouldn't
have been the least bit opposed to waltzing in there and
interrupting his work. But what Chris did was important. And
dangerous, which was what concerned Grace more. He needed his
head clear and free of distractions in order for him to be safe.
Besides, her being lonely for a few hours wasn't fun, but it
wasn't an emergency either.
After throwing her overnight bag onto her bed in her room, she
casually plopped down on the couch to watch TV and wait for her
dad to come home. She wanted to talk to him about things. Mostly
about how things with Jonah felt wrong and she didn't know if
she was making the right decision by being with him. But she
also wanted to know if Chris would do that weird thing where he
casually mentioned the medical examiner over and over again. He
obviously had a crush on the woman and Grace was fighting to get
him to make a move. [/center]
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Eli hadn't quite calmed down from the night before. It made his
skin crawl to think of the way that those awful men talked to
the pleasant waitress at the last bar he performed at. Blake
wasn't the warmest person he'd ever met, but she treated Eli
like a person, so she was fine by his standards. Those men,
however, obviously didn't see Blake as a person. They saw her as
something to be ogled at while also demanding subservience. He
was glad that Blake was so quick to stand up for herself and, in
fact, he wished he was more like her in that regard. It also
made him feel better to know that the bartender was more than
happy with threatening the men and taking care of his friends.
There were good people in the world. One of the perks of being a
traveling musician was meeting them.
However, he had decided to move on -- sort of -- once again and
was now playing at a quaint little pub in Manhattan. It wasn't
far from New York University and it was a Friday night, so they
were expecting a decent crowd. Eli was also expecting to play
once everyone else was a little tipsy, so it might help for his
approval ratings, he supposed. People liked calmer music once
they'd had a few drinks, right? He hoped he wasn't only playing
for college kids, but he supposed it wouldn't be too bad either
way. Eli remembered his own college days and knows that he would
have appreciated a charming piano ballad. But, you know, he
wasn't exactly your typical college boy.
The crowd started to grow in the building and it was soon his
time to shine. He took the stage, awkwardly stumbling as he
almost always did, and laughing it off before sitting down at
the piano bench and going straight into his set of mostly
covers. After a few songs -- which went fairly well, though he
definitely could have done better -- he was supposed to take a
break before starting a new set. So, he took a seat at the bar,
ordered water -- since he didn't want anything else in his
system during a performance -- and tried to get a better read on
the crowd. [/center]
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