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Gang Gang: Post 9
By: Zellaphone Date: April 19, 2019, 2:48 pm
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[center]Friday nights for Sam, unfortunately, usually meant
going out with some of his friends to a nearby bar and being the
designated driver. It's not that he necessarily didn't enjoy
hanging out with his pals, but he wasn't always particularly
crazy about always being asked to be the DD of the group.
Sometimes he wanted to drink too, but apparently he was "too
much of a lightweight and they'd have to leave early." He wasn't
that much of a lightweight, was he?
"Hey man, you want another Shirley Temple? I'll buy," said
Connor next to him at the bar, patting his back. "Hey bartender!
Another fruity drink named after child star and legend Shirley
Temple!" Connor said loudly, obviously already drunk as he
laughed loudly.
"Ah! You shouted that right in my ear," Hani groaned, clutching
his piņa colada. "Also, you're the one that said he had to be
the driver tonight, so you don't get to make fun of him," he
said from next to Connor.
"Thank you, Hani. I will remember this kindness," Sam said with
a chuckle, thanking the bartender as he was handed another
drink.
"Since when has Hani not been nice?" asked Connor, taking
another sip of his whiskey. "Pretty sure he doesn't even-"
"Shh!" Sam said quickly, lightly smacking Connor's shoulder and
looking over his shoulder. "Tonight's performer is staring," he
explained, pointing at the tall man with glasses at the piano.
Connor looked like he wanted to argue, but didn't, thankfully,
understanding that Sam had a deep interest and respect for
singers and performers at bars. Sam had always said that they
were the best since they were the most unique. He was holding
out for some original songs.
The singer, Eli, began, singing a few cover songs. Sam found
himself entranced, missing his straw a few times as he was too
bothered to look at it, staring instead at the talented
musician. He had a beautiful voice. Sam couldn't think of anyone
else he had heard that had a voice quite like his, and his piano
skills were amazing. God, Sam wished he could sing and play like
that. He also wished he had cheekbones like that. The man was
truly unique in every single way.
"Ew, you're drooling," said Connor, poking his cheek.
Sam blinked, quickly rubbing at his lips. "Am I?" He looked at
his hands, but didn't see or feel anything.
Connor laughed. "No, but you might as well be," he said before
his eyes widened and he turned back to face the bar. "Shit, he's
coming this way. He's coming this way," Connor warned them.
Sam also turned around, sipping vigorously from his drink as Eli
sat right next to him. Crap, he wanted to say something. Should
he say something? Connor probably didn't want him to say
anything, but he did such a good job. "Uh, hey man... I liked
your songs. Do you have any albums or anything I can buy?" he
asked the man next to him politely, trying not to act like an
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[center]Chris let out a sigh as he finally reached the floor of
his apartment. Despite working out, he still always felt a
little sore after particularly eventful days at work. Today
involved chasing down a half-nude man who decided it would be
funny to defecate in the middle of the boy's toy aisle in a
nearby Walmart. For a man with his pants still around his
ankles, he sure did go fast and knew how to be pretty evasive.
Thankfully, Eve had managed to get him so they could detain him.
The guy hadn't even been drunk or high. He literally just
thought it would be funny to defecate in a Walmart.
Chris fumbled for his keys, unlocking his apartment and walking
in, dropping his keys and badge off on the table. He smiled when
he saw and heard the TV going, looking to see Grace on the
couch. That had been one of the things that made the day more
worth it. At the end of it all, he knew Grace would be at home
for the weekend. Of course, Andrea had wondered if maybe they
could go on another date, but thankfully, she had been very
understanding when he explained that Grace was visiting. They
had also discussed whether or not her and Grace should meet
soon. They decided that they should wait until their
relationship was further established before doing such a thing
like that.
"Welcome home, Gracie," Chris greeted her, removing his gun and
sitting next to her on the couch, leaning back and smiling. "How
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The Gang: Post 10
By: winterssmary Date: April 20, 2019, 3:02 am
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Grace perked up when she heard the door to the apartment open
and shut, followed by footsteps and the sound of keys hitting
the table. She adjusted herself so that she was sitting up now
-- albeit with her knees to the chest -- instead of sprawling
across the couch. She also turn the TV volume down a little bit
so that it was mere background noise. Chris being home
ultimately pulled her out of Jerry Springer anyway, so it didn't
really matter. he walked into the living room and Grace grinned
when he greeted her, calling her Gracie. It was a nickname she
liked hearing -- particularly from people she trusted -- but one
that she didn't hear much. "Hey, Chris," she said, smiling as he
sat down next to her on the couch.
He looked exhausted, which was to be expected, she supposed. She
didn't know what he did today, but she knew that he'd been sent
out on some particularly odd calls. Honestly, she's not sure how
he does it. Chasing after drug addicts and domestic assault
claims was one thing, but there was some dark, scary shit that
went on in that world, stuff that Chris wouldn't even talk to
her about. And, on top of that, there was the weird and petty
bullshit that she was sure he had to put up with on a regular
basis. She'd seen a few episodes of Cops. She knew how weird the
world was. Especially when you're high on meth the whole time.
In typical Chris Smith fashion, he went straight in to asking
about her. He asked how school was and if she was hungry. The
school question was an interesting one to answer. "School is
fine," she said with a shrug. "I mean, classes are, you know,
classes," she said, biting her lip for a second. "It's getting
close to the end of the semester, so everyone's slacking off.
Sernioritis and all that," she said. Then, when Chris asked if
she was hungry, she nodded. "Yeah. I skipped lunch, so I'm a
little peckish," she said. She could wait for dinner if Chris
wanted to. It wouldn't have bothered her. "How are you? How was
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Eli didn't realize that he'd sat right next to an entranced
young boy and his less-entranced young friends. The three young
men looked like they were a part of the regular crowd: college
kids. One looked like he was probably Hawaiian and he sat next
to a particularly sassy-looking blonde boy. The third, the one
that was drooling, was short with dark curly hair. And he was,
oddly enough, staring at Eli. Then looking away. Then staring
again. Eli raised an eyebrow for a moment, but just shrugged the
whole thing off. Maybe he thought the songs were bad and he was
just keeping his opinion to himself or something. Either way,
the kid wasn't bothering Eli, so why did it matter?
Eli took a sip of his water before the kid finally spoke up,
complimenting his set and asking for an album or something he
could buy. Eli smiled brightly at the compliment, as he didn't
get them very often. Especially not from the rowdy college
crowd. "Thank you," he said enthusiastically. He was glad that
this kid thought he sounded good. Especially since he seemed to
be the only really sober one in the entire bar that night. Aside
from Eli himself, of course. "That's so kind of you, but no, I
don't have an album of my own. I don't make a habit of
performing my own material," he admitted, rubbing the back of
his neck. "I've never been good with words. At least, my own
words. I mean, I can speak. It's not like that. It's just, I
struggle to find the proper... terminology for certain things.
And I try to be poetic and creative and artistic but it always
fails me. Because I guess I find beauty in the strangest of
things and it's really difficult for me to transfer that into
proper language. Or improper language. I'm not sure which is
more correct," he said, eventually catching himself rambling
again. He sighed, drinking his water once more. "I'm sorry for
the rambling. Sometimes, I just don't know when to shut up. It's
a character flaw, really," he said. "I'm Eli, by the
way."[/center]
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Gang Gang: Post 10
By: Zellaphone Date: May 5, 2019, 11:01 pm
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[center]Wyatt, unfortunately, had not had enough time to take as
long of a lunch break the next day, meaning he couldn't visit
Panera to see if the lovely Dmitri had returned. As soon as he
got off, however, he rushed to the restaurant, his head
seamstress, Robyn, in tow. As soon as he had gotten back from
work the other day, he had told her and all his other main
workers about the man, but Robyn had been insistent to see him
for himself. Apparently, it was hard for her to believe that the
perfect man existed. Wyatt just wanted to prove that she was
wrong and not making Dmitri up.
"Dammit, he's not here," Wyatt sighed, standing at the front
entrance with Robyn and peering through the glass.
Robyn laughed and shook her head. "I knew he wouldn't be here.
He probably has a life. You know, one that doesn't included
being stalked by a man who is drooling over him," she grinned,
her accent making it extremely hard for Wyatt to be angry with
her.
"Oh hush, I'm not drooling over him. I just know for a fact that
he is the image of human perfection and has never done anything
wrong in his life."
Robyn laughed again. "Well then he should definitely stay away
from you. You'll try to corrupt him," she accused.
"Will not," Wyatt argued, finally stepping away from the doors.
Robyn raised a brow.
Wyatt sighed, throwing his hands up dramatically. "Alright,
alright! So I had a thought or two. You would as well if you saw
him," he told her assuredly.
"I have a girlfriend, remember?"
"Doesn't mean you can't have thoughts."
Robyn rolled her eyes. "Whatever, can we eat now? You promised
me dinner if he wasn't here. Besides, you could always just text
him. He gave you his number."
"I can't text him now, he gave me his number yesterday! I'll
seem desperate."
"And showing up to the place you met him to see if he's there
again isn't desperate?"
Wyatt pouted and began walking back down the busy street. "Keep
that up and I most certainly won't be treating you to dinner!"
he warned her, only to receive a chuckle in response as they
both tried to think of another place to eat. He supposed, if
anything, Robyn and some of the others could always attend
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little surprised with his compliment, but thankful as he rubbed
his neck a little awkwardly, saying that he didn't have an
albums to sell. That was disappointing, but the action of
rubbing his neck made Sam feel more comfortable, thinking that
perhaps the man was also a bit socially awkward. Eli explained
that he wasn't good with words, which is why he usually didn't
preform his own material. Sam kind of doubted that. The man was
a singer, and a good one at that. There was no way he didn't
write awesome songs of his own.
"Don't apologize, man!" Sam said in response to Eli's rambling.
He hadn't even noticed, to be honest. "I'm Sam," he introduced
himself, sticking out a hand politely like his dad would do. He
waited for Eli to accept his handshake before continuing. "I
think you should preform one of your songs, if you don't mind me
saying. I'd like to hear them. I'm a bit of a poet myself," he
told him, hearing Connor snort next to him before Hani elbowed
him to get him to stop. "But I'm not very good at composing.
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[center]Grace was a little vague about school, but that's how it
usually went, he supposed. Eve had always told him that her kids
never told her anything about school; especially when they had
been in high school. He just supposed that nothing much really
happened. As for the Seneroitis thing, Chris didn't really
believe in such a thing. Kids should never slack off just
because school was ending. That was when they should work their
hardest to catch up or make as much of an impact as possible.
But, then again, he always had been a bit of an oddball in
school. Everyone called him the "Boy Scout."
"You really shouldn't skip lunch, Gracie. You could get sick,"
Chris briefly chastised her after she told him that she could
eat. He pulled out his phone to order a pizza online. He was
much too exhausted to cook, and he knew Grace wouldn't mind. He
just needed to remember to get her half vegetarian. "Pizza
alright?" he asked, just wanting to be absolutely sure.
Grace asked how work was and Chris sighed, leaning back against
the couch. "It was... interesting. We had to chase a practically
nude man through the Walmart a few blocks from here. He was
pretty damn fast for a guy with his pants around his ankles. Eve
managed to snag him after awhile. I imagine he'll get off pretty
easy though," he explained. "Other than that, I didn't have much
else to do. Same goes for yesterday, except for that date I
had," he mentioned without really thinking, picking out toppings
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The Gang: Post 11
By: winterssmary Date: May 7, 2019, 6:25 pm
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Chris didn't comment much on school, but Grace knew how he felt
about people slacking off toward the end of the semester. It
almost made her feel ashamed of the situation, just because she
knew she'd never live up to how good of a person -- and student
-- that Chris was. But, then again, she wasn't about to lie and
pretend she was doing more than she was. She didn't want Chris
to get his hopes up about her grades or something. Chris also
knew that Grace wasn't as good as him and that, honestly, he was
kind of a rarity among people. He surely didn't expect other
people to meet his standards, right? But, again, none of this
mattered because Chris wasn't bringing it up or criticizing her
or anything.
But, he did criticize her for skipping lunch, telling her she
could get sick. She couldn't help but laugh a little. He meant
well. She knew he meant well. But Grace skipped lunch all the
time. She lived a busy life and didn't always have time. She
also just didn't want to eat sometimes. She was accustomed to
this, but it was fine. Chris was just worried about her and
wanted to make sure she stayed healthy. "Okaaaayyy," she said in
response to his chastising. "Sorry," she added. After Chris
looked on his phone for a little bit, he asked if pizza was
okay. "Pizza sounds perfect," she said. She was going to specify
that she wanted half vegetarian, but Chris didn't usually forget
stuff like that.
Chris went on to describe his day, saying that he had to chase a
naked guy through Walmart. She raised an eyebrow at the story.
What was this guy doing with his pants down in a Walmart? Maybe
she shouldn't have been that surprised. People were pretty
trashy sometimes. She laughed at the story. "That's so weird,"
she said. "Do you have any idea what he was doing? Like, what
was his battle plan?" she asked. It was a rhetorical question,
since she was sure Chris didn't know what was going through this
guy's head. He was probably just weird. Or thought he was funny.
And then, Chris dropped a fucking bomb that made Grace actually
jump up, eyes wide. "YOU WHAT?!" she yelled. "YOU WENT ON A DATE
AND DIDN'T TELL ME UNTIL NOW?!" she asked. She took a second to
sit back down and chill out for a second. "You went on a date.
Like, a real date. Like, with a woman?" she asked, partially
teasing. "With who? Was it the medical examiner? I hope it was
the medical examiner. She's pretty. Gonzalez says you have a
crush on her and, honestly, I'm a little offended that I found
out about her from him instead of you but whatever," she said,
rambling. "Anyway, how did it go? What happened?" she
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Eli really liked this kid, Sam, apparently. He was friendly and
bright and seemed like a really warm, genuinely nice person.
That was a rarity in some places, but especially New York. Sam
stuck his hand out for Eli to shake, a little awkward. Eli shook
his hand gladly, a little awkward himself. "It's nice to meet
you, Sam," he said with a grin. After a few moments, he let go
of Sam's hand, feeling like he may have made the situation
uncomfortable and awkward. Eli was very, very good at making
situations uncomfortable and awkward.
Sam immediately went to saying that Eli should perform one of
his own original works. "Eh, I don't know -," he was going to
elaborate, but then Sam said he was a poet himself, which made
Eli smile. "Really? That's awesome. So, you're good with words
then? You can make thoughts actually sound good and pretty and
eloquent?" he asked. "I simply cannot do that. It's not one of
my specialties," he said. Then Sam added that he played the
trumpet and Eli got really excited. "I've never even tried to
play the trumpet," he said brightly. "That's so interesting. I
play the piano and ukulele and guitar and a few other
instruments. But you're right. Everything does sound better on
the piano," he said. [/center]
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Gang Gang: Post 11
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[center]The handshake was a bit awkward, and Sam's hands were
sweaty, but Eli, thankfully, didn't seem to mind. Or, at least,
he didn't comment on it. Neither one of them seemed to be the
best at human interaction, which had Sam wondering for the
umpteenth time that day how he managed to get so many friends.
He was a walking disaster, but perhaps Eli could relate; not the
that matter because they were more than likely never going to
see one another again. "Likewise, Eli," said Sam with a chuckle,
Eli letting go of his hand first, causing Sam to realize that he
had been holding it for quite some time. How embarrassing.
Eli appeared to be unsure about performing any of his original
work, but was very intrigued when Sam mentioned his poetry,
asking if he was good at making words sound elegant. Sam snorted
while drinking more of his Shirley Temple. "Only on paper, dude.
I suck at words in person. Even then I don't think my poetry is
that good," he told him. Connor laughed again next to him, and
Hani whacked him on the back of the head with his coaster. Eli's
eyes lit up when Sam said that he played the trumpet, stating
that he had never tried to play the trumpet before, but knew how
to play an array of instruments. Sam's jaw dropped at that. "You
know the ukulele and guitar too? Wow! I tried to play the guitar
once... It didn't go well... But you should totally sing one of
your songs!" Sam urged the musician. "I'm sure they're amazing.
Besides, college kids, I think, get kinda tired of covers
anyways. Not that their was anything wrong with yours."[/center]
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[center]Chris groaned when Grace asked more about the man from
Walmart, but laughed as well thinking back on the whole
situation. It had been disgusting and strange, but definitely
not the worst thing he ever had to deal with. People pulled
their pants down and tried to defecated on the streets of New
York all the time. "He was trying to, well, relieve himself. He
was obviously on something, but he thankfully wasn't violent. He
was just very, very fast," he chuckled lightly, ordering their
pizza and tucking his phone back into his pocket.
Grace was obviously very surprised at Chris mentioning that he
had gone on a date. Already, he had forgotten that he had even
said anything. Really, he hadn't realized it to begin with. He
realized now that he probably should have said something before
this moment, but he had just wanted to make sure that everything
went well before telling Grace. It had been forever since he had
dated. Chris blinked at all the questions, trying to keep up
with them all, and raised a brow when Grace said that Gonzalez
had already said something to her about his crush. How did Grace
know Gonzalez? That man was such a gossip. "Yes, it was the
medical examiner," he confirmed, rubbing the back of his neck
and glancing at the hardwood floors of their apartment. "I
didn't say anything before because, well, I wanted everything to
go well. I didn't want to tell you about her only for us both to
be letdown," he tried to explain, looking back to Grace. "It
went very well. I took her out to eat at that Italian restaurant
everyone seems to like. I was a mess, of course, but she
apparently found it endearing..." he flushed thinking back on
it. "Her name's Andrea. I think you'd really like her, if you
ever met her."[/center]
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The Gang: Post 12
By: winterssmary Date: May 10, 2019, 3:02 am
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Grace nearly spat out her drink when Chris implied that the man
he was chasing tried to take a shit in the middle of a Wal-Mart.
She could help but laugh at the idea. Did people seriously make
a habit of stuff like that? Did he just think it was funny? Was
it some kind of joke or dare? Or was he just that high? Grace
had been high a few times and she spent time with people who
were high most of the time, but she didn't know of anyone who
tried stuff like that. Or maybe they did and they just never
told her about it. That wouldn't be too surprising. She laughed
again when Chris said that he was very fast. It was funny to
think about a guy running around -- somehow faster than Chris
and all his cop friends -- while his pants were around his
ankles.
Chris obviously didn't find the whole date thing as significant
as Grace did. What could she say? She was a hopeless romantic
and Chris really deserved someone. He'd been alone for as long
as Grace had known him -- which was completely his choice, as
far as she knew -- and it was about time he had someone in his
life to make him happy. He was one of the best people she'd ever
met. If not the best person she'd ever met. It was kind of
amazing that it took him this long. "I knew it," she said when
Chris confirmed that he went on a date with the medical
examiner. Gonzalez talked about her a lot, but Grace had never
met the woman. She must be pretty great to be worthy of Chris's
affection though.
She waved away Chris's comment about waiting to tell her. She
understood, really. It wasn't like she told him everything
either. In fact, now that she thought about it, she didn't know
that Chris knew much about Jonah. She might have told him, but
she couldn't remember. It was only fair that he didn't share
everything with her. "I get it. It's just a shock is all," she
said, shrugging. She smiled brightly when he said that it went
well, even mentioning the really popular Italian restaurant. She
assumed he was talking about Mario's in Brooklyn, but she wasn't
sure. "That's great. I'm so happy for you, really," she said
genuinely. "So, when do I get to meet her?"[/center]
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Eli smiled and nodded while Sam explained that he could make
words sound good. On paper, but that was still more than Eli
could ever accomplish. Having to explain the metaphorical
context behind your lyrics is never a good thing. Maybe Sam
didn't struggle with that. That would be nice. Eli needed all
the help he could get. "I'm sure they're fine," he said
cheerfully. "No matter what, I guarantee you they're much better
than anything I've ever written. I'm sure you're a great poet,"
he said, trying to be as encouraging as possible without
sounding like an after school special. Eli noted the guy sitting
next to Sam, who laughed pretty much every time he mentioned
poetry. "Is that guy a friend of your's?" he asked casually,
gesturing toward the obviously intoxicated blond. "He seems to
be having a very good time."
Eli laughed a little when Sam said that he struggled to play the
guitar. "Well, they definitely aren't my specialties. Piano is
what I'm best at," he admitted. "Stringed instruments are
tricky," he added. "They really hurt your wrists and your
fingers until you get used to them. They take a lot of practice.
Piano just came more naturally to me though. My dad used to tell
me it was because I had skinny woman fingers," he said with a
chuckle.
Eli grew more confident every single time Sam suggested that he
sing one of his original songs. He'd never learn if he never
workshopped them in front of an audience, right? And maybe an
intoxicated college audience was a good start. Also, they
couldn't be that bad, right? And there were plenty of other
musical acts that were surely worse than anything he'd sing. And
it would still sound good, right? Even if the lyrics didn't make
much sense? "I mean, if the whole audience is as drunk as your
friend there, it can't be too bad, right?" he said with a grin.
"I think you're right, Sam. Thanks," he said, feeling pretty
optimistic.
He stood up just in time for his next set. He sat back behind
the piano, ready to perform. The melody of his song was
intricate and skillful, this much he knew. But his lyrics about
tabletops and coffee mugs didn't go over well with the audience.
He got a few boos, but it was mostly stunned silence. He cleared
his throat into the microphone awkwardly before starting his
next song, which received a much less-friendly reaction. After a
few what the fucks, he decided it was time to end his set.
"Thank you all for coming," he said with an awkward laugh before
setting off the stage and sitting back down next to Sam. He
stared directly at the bar top, eyes wide, refusing to make eye
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Gang Gang: Post 12
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[center]Sam waved off Eli's compliments, blushing slightly at
the man's flattery. It wasn't often, if at all, that his poetry
was appreciated; but, then again, Eli had never actually read
any of his poems. Connor had, of course, and Eli pointed him
out, asking if they were friends and taking note that he was
really enjoying himself. "Oh, yeah, that's Connor," he said
while Connor bickered with Hani, rubbing the back of his head
like he had been greatly injured from a flimsy coaster. "He's my
roommate," he explained, drinking more of his syrupy beverage.
Sam nodded along with Eli as he explained playing guitar and how
difficult it was. He didn't so much agree on the comment about
his fingers though. "Well, they're long, but not, you know,
womanly. They're definitely man hands, dude," he did his best to
assure the guy. Honestly, he wished he had fingers like his.
They were nice fingers. Maybe if he had them, he could play the
piano as well.
Sam smiled brightly when Eli agreed to preform his original
songs, feeling victorious in his endeavors. He was excited to
hear, and like Eli said, most of the bar was probably drunk, so
who cared? He could hardly believe that he had just convinced
such a talented man to do something he had originally feared. He
was rather proud of himself, really, and Eli for taking a
chance. Sam knew he would do well.
Eli did not, however, do well. Sam internally cringed while
Connor visibly did so, Hani stirring the remains of his piņa
colada and focusing on it intently to try and not laugh or make
a face. Eli's singing was beautiful, of course, and so was his
piano playing, but his lyrics were... well... as he had warned
him... not great. Like, at all. In fact, they were probably the
worst lyrics he had ever heard. Sam now knew that his poetry
couldn't be that bad. He felt completely awful for Eli. It was,
after all, his fault that he was currently up there being booed
at. Sam wanted to shrink away or leave, but found himself frozen
and unable to move, dying from secondhand embarrassment.
When Eli has done, he still thanked everyone, and started to
walk towards him once more. Sam prayed to whoever would listen
that Eli would just leave, but he was unfortunate, and Eli sat
back down next to him, not even looking at him. Crap, he was
angry. He was totally angry, and it was all his fault. "Dude, I-
I'm so sorry..." Sam said quietly, unable to look at Eli
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[center]Chris couldn't help but wonder just how much Grace
already knew about Andrea from Gonzalez. He'd have to have a
talk with the man next time her saw him. Still, Grace seemed
happy and excited for him, which amused Chris, but also somewhat
worried him. Again, he didn't want to give Grace's hopes up.
Everything could still go south with him and Andrea. They seemed
like a great match now, but that could all change sooner or
later, as he had learned from previous dating experiences. Not
everything was as it seemed, unfortunately.
Grace asked when she'd be able to meet Andrea, and Chris's eyes
widened. He hadn't met to give off the intention that Grace
would be seeing her anytime soon. He wanted to go on a few more
private dates with her first to continue testing the waters
before bringing Grace, the most important thing in his life,
into the picture. He knew that Andrea was more than aware of
Grace and didn't at all give the intention that she was bothered
by the fact that he was so young and already had an adopted
daughter that was in college. But, he didn't want Andrea to feel
pressured or anything, if that made sense. When Chris dated, he
tried to date for the long haul. "You might meet her someday,"
he told her. "I just want to see how well this will really all
work first. Dating someone you work with definitely ins't easy,
and while we've known one another for some time, theirs still a
lot we need to learn about one another. Do you understand?" he
asked, afraid that he wasn't making a whole lot of
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The Gang: Post 13
By: winterssmary Date: May 11, 2019, 3:44 am
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Chris didn't seem super excited to share this news, which was a
little troubling to Grace. Shouldn't he be happy? Like, really
happy? He was dating again. That was a good thing. And if he
really liked Andrea, wouldn't it make sense for him to gush
about her? In theory, sure, but, the more she thought about it,
the more this reaction seemed to suit Chris's character better.
He was always super cautious. About everything. All the time. It
made sense for him to be a little unsure when talking about it,
she guessed. After all, she wasn't always excited to talk about
Jonah. She was about other people, but things that felt like a
phase -- like her dating Jonah -- were a little different.
Still, he seemed to hold Andrea in high regard. She expected a
little more, but she supposed it wasn't that big of a deal and
she'd get over it.
Chris seemed genuinely shocked when Grace asked about meeting
his new girlfriend, as if he didn't plant the idea in her head
in the first place. Sure, they'd only been on one date, but if
someone was special enough for Chris to even ask her out, she
had to be pretty damn special. Right? She sighed when Chris just
said that she might meet Andrea someday, as if she weren't fully
capable of getting her contact information from Gonzalez in that
second and paying a visit to the woman's house. She wouldn't, of
course, because she respected Chris and his boundaries and
privacy, but still. "I get it, I get it," she said quietly.
"You've just never dated anyone since I met you, ya know? I got
excited. I didn't mean to pry or anything," she said. "I'm glad
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Sam's little drunk friend, Connor cringed at his lyrics. His
other friend didn't make eye contact with him at all, obviously
the more polite of the two. Sam was also avoiding eye contact by
the time Eli got back to them, obviously feeling odd or guilty
or something about Eli getting booed off the stage for taking
his advice. Eli was embarrassed, of course. It wasn't a happy
experience. But at least it wasn't a big time gig with people
that could really contribute to his career. And it was a
learning experience. He learned never to play an original work
for people ever again without workshopping the lyrics first.
He sipped his water and shook his head when Sam apologized. "I
knew what I was getting myself into, Sam. It's not your fault,"
he said, smiling awkwardly at the guy. "It was still my
decision. I knew my stuff wasn't ready for a crowd. You had no
way of knowing," he added. "But now that you've heard the
atrocities I call lyrics, do you believe me when I say that
words are not my strong suit?" he chuckled, putting his drink
down and turning to face Sam. "I promise you, your poems are
better than anything I've written. Maybe we can help each other
out," he suggested, shrugging, trying to move past the
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Gang Gang: Post 13
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[center]Eli insisted that him being booed off the stage wasn't
Sam's fault, but Sam begged to differ. He bit him lip, letting
Eli continue. Eli had warned him that his lyrics were bad and
that he didn't perform his original songs for that reason, but
Sam had still urged him to do so. He should have just listened.
But, thankfully, Eli didn't seem all that upset by it. Like he
had said, he had expected it. Still, Sam should have just let it
go the second Eli had told him that he didn't sing his own
material.
Sam's eyes lit up when Eli suggested they help each other out in
the future, finally looking back at the other man. "Do you mean
that?" he asked, knowing that Eli could just be saying things to
help cheer him up or something; or to just be polite. He really
hoped Eli meant it though, because that would be amazing. Sam
would love to work with a actual, professional singer. Being a
lyricist was never a job he considered, but it would be a cool
side-job... especially while he was in school. Easy money, if he
were to get paid for such a thing. He wouldn't mind either way.
"Because that would be super cool, and I'd be really honored. I
mean, I'm already a huge fan of you, but, uh, yeah, your
original pieces are a bit... under practiced," he said, trying
to make sure that he still sounded polite. He didn't want to
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[center]Chris was relieved to hear that Grace understood what he
was saying and didn't seem too disappointed by it. He really did
want Andrea and Grace to meet because he knew they'd get along,
but he had only gone on one date with her and felt that it was
much too soon to have Andrea meet his adopted daughter. Perhaps
after their third date. Chris could try and cook dinner for them
all. Or he could just order some takeout. That would probably be
safer. He was a good cook, but not incredibly special.
"I'm glad I'm seeing someone too," Chris said with a smile to
Grace. "It certainly has been awhile... but I think I did
alright. I believe we're both a bit rusty," he explained,
loosening his tie. "But I promise you'll meet her someday.
Sooner rather than later, I'm sure. I know she'll be thrilled to
talk to you. I think you'll have a lot in common with one
another." Chris waited a beat before asking. "So how are you an
Jonah? I don't believe you've said anything about him recently.
Is he treating you alright?" he asked. He hated to be so nosy
and make Grace feel like he was trying to invade on her
business, but he was legally her father. He worried about her
and wanted to make sure everything was going well for her, and,
of course, he worried about the men she dated.[/center]
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The Gang: Post 14
By: winterssmary Date: May 21, 2019, 3:03 am
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Grace understood that things felt a little rushed, but she was
excited. She wanted Chris to be happy, but more importantly, she
wanted to know that the girl he was enamored with was actually
good for him. She'd seen enough relationship drama to know that
the people who care about you can see things that you can't
sometimes. But she trusted Chris's judgment better than her own,
in the end. If he thought Andrea was good, then she must have
been something special. On top of that, bringing her by before
the second date and saying 'Hey, meet my daughter,' is a little
strange, possibly creepy if she were on the receiving end. His
caution made sense and was absolutely the right move, but that
didn't make it any less disappointing.
"Yeah, it can be pretty awkward, getting back into it, I guess,"
she said with a shrug. She'd been out of the dating game for a
few years before Jonah asked her out. She perked up rather
quickly when he said that she'd definitely be meeting his
maybe-girlfriend, and probably soon. "I'm looking forward to
it," she said with a smile. "Gonzalez told me that she's pretty
cool," she said. But, in actuality, that was the extent of what
she knew about the woman. Gonzalez would certainly tell her more
if she asked. She might end up having to do that.
She nearly choked when Chris asked about Jonah, having forgotten
that Chris knew her boyfriend's name. She didn't talk about her
relationship much -- mostly because it was obviously one-sided
and unhealthy; not to mention that she was dating Jonah while
having a massive crush on a Batman-obsessed tap dancer -- and
she didn't remember ever saying his name or divulging any
details to Chris. But, she also knew herself and knew she had a
tendency to let things slip. So, it wasn't that surprising. But
she really, really didn't want to talk about it and get a
lecture about her picking bad men or whatever. "Oh, we're fine,"
she said, shrugging and trying to make everything as nonchalant
as possible. "He's been pretty busy with lacrosse and stuff, so
we haven't spent a lot of time together," she admitted. "But
yeah, we're good," she lied. [/center]
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Eli watched as Sam's eyes brightened for a moment. This kid was
golden, he thought, and actually happy about music and working
with music. Eli could relate and was thrilled to have met
someone who seemed to care as much as he did. Or maybe the kid
just wasn't used to people being cool to him. Eli could relate
to that as well. Sam had already put up with him for much longer
than most people did, and he didn't seem to be getting angrier
and angrier by the second. He was a rarity, that was for sure.
He nodded when Sam asked if he was serious. "Of course I mean
it," he said with a grin. He didn't know if Sam was going to
expect payment or something, but Eli was sure he could work
something out. He definitely had enough saved up to pay him a
little at least.
He was taken aback at the word 'honored' though. No one had ever
been honored to spend time with Eli, let alone work with him on
something like music. He was also a little uncomfortable with
Sam saying he was a fan of his. Eli knew that this was normal to
musicians that actually did well, but he never once considered
himself successful in his field. Well, not this field. The fact
that someone so young -- or someone in general, honestly -- was
willing to call themselves his fan was entirely new to him.
"Well thank you," he said. He laughed when Sam said that his
songs were 'underpracticed.' "You don't have to be nice, Sam,"
he said. "Grey Tabletops isn't exactly a masterpiece," he added.
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