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Actor | Photographer | Gentleman Blake Richards Age: 41 Occupation: Photographer / Actor ||+ Helpful, Intelligent, Creative|| ||- Stubborn, Temperamental, Domineering||

[blakerichardsseattle]

laurel-edwards:

“You can never have too much vitamin c, I did hear Seattle does have one of the best autumns in the United States. It’ll be my first autumn here, I’m from Nashville.” She was tugging her debit card out of her wallet when he beat her to it, shaking her head modestly as she returned her wallet to her purse. “I was going to treat you but I guess I’m too slow. I’m Laurel. What’s your name?” She replied with a cheery grin as she extended her hand out to him.

Half smiling, Blake extended his hand to Laurel, gripping it firmly but softly. “I’ve never been to Nashville..though I hear it’s the best place to go for musicians.” The woman behind the counter returned Richard’s change and handed him the receipt with a smile. “Well how about you treat me next time?” The Brit cheekily replied, extending his arm out to her and nodded toward the open table just a few feet away. “I’m a..what do the kids call them, a ‘noob’ to Seattle as well, we should definitely stick together. 

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laurel-edwards:

Laurel mirrored his friendly smile, digging into her purse to retrieve her wallet as she chuckled. “Yes, I have slowly but surely made my choice.  Yum, that sounds pretty promising as well. You should go for it. Are you getting a drink?” She asked before the young lady behind the register greeted them asking for their order, Laurel placed her blueberry bagel and latte order in adding his muffin in as well as she turned to her right to hear his response to her question.

Pondering for a moment, Richards shrugged, “Actually I think I’ll take a pineapple juice..need that vitamin c to stave off any colds. Glad I picked Seattle because I’m a sucker for watching the leaves turn.” Blake shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out a large bill, slipping it to the woman behind the register. “So since I’m picking up the tab, gladly might I add, maybe one might be so kind as to tell me her name.”

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laurel-edwards:

A soft chuckle left her lips as she nodded in agreement to his advice. “Very true, but the second best safe option is winning me over today. Blueberry.”

Blake stepped up to the counter, standing to the right of the woman, his lips curling into a friendly smile, eyes lazily blinking as he exhaled lightly. “Well it looks like you’re closer to a decision than I am. Though the bagels look promising, I was considering the lemon poppy muffin myself.”

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“I’ve never tested my charm on a bird before but I suppose there’s a first for everything, yeah?” Corey shrugged his shoulders passively, holding out his hand to the stranger. “Corey Price.”

“Blake Richards, pleasure.” Blake quickly wiped his hand down the front of his jeans and gave Corey a strong handshake. “It’s not like this will be my last visit to this park, though I can’t imagine any other ones being this beautiful.”

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“Right! I thought it was just me struggling with decision making today. Alright, just making sure because I didn’t want to be a bother if you were in a hurry. Who knew there were so many types of bagel options.”

Blake shrugged his shoulders and pointed his index figure toward the seemingly endless list of bagels on the chalkboard. “When in doubt go for the fail safe option. A plain bagel.”

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tempcrance:

    Her eyes shine slightly with surprise, but she stows away her wallet, letting her eyes wash over the brooding, handsome stranger.

    “I supposed you’ve diminished my use for my fresh paycheck. Do you always disappoint this much?” Her abrasive inquiry is glossed over with a slight smile, and she leans forward imperceptibly.

The native born Brit stiffened slightly at the tone of the woman, nothing she was more than eager to pay for her own drink. “I suppose I have only my mother to blame for my gentlemanly ways…I had no intention to offend you with my kindness.” The bartender returned with the woman’s drink and Blake raised his glass humorously, taking a small sip as he watched her intently. 

“Blake Richards and here is to allowing me to keep my manners in tip top form.”

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tempcrance:

    Eleanor downs the shot immediately, and perseveres through watery eyes. She’s oblivious to the commotion adjacent, in which a bartender impatiently explains to a grieved patron that her “Mongolian Motherfucker” has already been doled out.

    “Appropriately. I think I’ve scorched my esophagus,” she says mildly, dreamy eyes casually fixing on her temporary companion, and then to his glass. “Now I’ll have what you’re having.” She turns to the waiter to order a glass.

Richards watched with mild amusement as the mysteriously stunning woman seated next to him consumed her shot rather bravely. Her comment next compelled Blake to nod to the bartender and tap twice on the bar counter with his index finger.

 “Another for brave soul seated next to me please..put it on my tab.”

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[blakerichardsseattle]

Richards chuckled and stood back up, adjusting the camera strap around his shoulder as he did. “Unless you can speak bird, your offer is useless. But I appreciate the gesture mate.”

[tempcrance-deactivated20151214]

    “Not what I ordered, but I’ll drink it anyway,” she mutters thoughtfully, and only to herself.

    The shotglass is glowing.

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Blake stared down at his simple Jack and Coke, then over to the woman next to him. “Seems the glowing ones come only in one size...very small.”

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“Yes, you were standing in my way. No harm...sure I’ll get another shot of them soon.”

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“Re-assuming control over my life...it was rather difficult there when you have people constantly wanting or needing something from you.” Blake slowly places his left hand in his front jean pocket as he turns toward the woman. “Have you lived in Seattle long?’

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“Family. All of them live back in England, even when I was living there I was working like a horse. Never heard the end of it either.”

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miapaxton:

“Hate ––– loathe… all the same thing, right?” she replied with a small smile, “But I guess loath does sound a bit nicer, so we can go with that.”

“I’m quite the fan of Christmas, simply because it’s rare to get back to the clan. Don’t see them as much as I’d like.” Blake's smile faltered slightly as he replaced the small object back on the shelf. 

[laurel-edwards-deactivated20151]

“Oh— You go ahead. I’m not ready to order. I insist.”

[blakerichardsseattle]

“I...to be honest I haven’t a bloody clue what I want to order as of yet. Please, take your time, I’m in no rush.”

[reqal]

“I think I’ve figured out why I hate Christmas music so much ––– it’s because people feel the need to play it even before Halloween. I definitely do not understand the logic there.”

[blakerichardsseattle]

”Hate is a word overused entirely...perhaps loathe would be rather suited for this occasion?” Blake smirked and turned his attention back to the cheap Halloween wind up toy he had been debating on purchasing for the last seven minutes.