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@bryanxlawrence
BRYAN KAI LAWRENCE.
he/him. bryan. 34 year old chef & boba obsessed. brother to x. owner of the food truck ojīchan no sushi reshipi. former swimmer and water polo star. reality show lover and actual goofy ball of fun. dog dad to mozart. married to tasha. darren barnet
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Lottie sat there running a hand through her hair for a brief moment as she had put the paint brush down for a break. She looked at the guy who had answered her and she laughed a little looking at him, "Oh now you are just being nice. This doesn't look like what it should look like. Tell me what were you planning on designing on your rock?"
"I promise it looks good!" Bryan said with soft laughter. "Trust me, I've seen worse," he gestured towards his own. "And this is me trying. Umm, I was thinking flowers? That is very springtime-esque, right?"
WHERE: Food truck, Spring Fling, downtown WHO: Nathan and @bryanxlawrence
"Can I get one of these and make it a bit spicy?" Nathan said, pointing at one of the noodles menu that was displayed on the food truck. All of his kids had eaten and left to wander around downtown, trying all the games and in the case of Micah hopefully not trying to provoke anyone with his questions about the Benefactor. People wanted to have a bit of fun this weekend. "Have you left the food truck yet today?"
Bryan stuck his head out from over the counter to check what Nathan was pointing at. “You got it,” he said, jotting it down on the pad paper. “Anything you want to add to it? We’ve got tofu, chicken or beef,” he nodded towards the next menu that was hanging up, then grinned. “Been here since morning, actually… I could use a break. Let me get those noodles for ya first,”
with: lottie & open (capped at 2/5)
where: spring fling
Lottie decided it would be good to do some rock painting, she wasn't creative in the slightest but she thought it would be something fun to do. She knew it would be on display and started to think half way through her design that everyone was going to see her mess. She laughed looking at the person sitting opposite her, "Oh my gosh, can you see how terrible this is looking so far? Why did I think this was a good idea."
Bryan's strongest suit was not art, it was being in the kitchen. But with spring, came new chances to try new things. So he sat down and took a look at the rock painting supplies in front of him. "Honestly? It looks better than anything I could come up with," he chuckled.
"It's ridiculous, because we end up spending so much time worrying about what people might have thought about us, and then... they're not even thinking about us at all." That had always been her experience, anyway, which was why she tried to remind herself not to worry so much about life and the people around her. "Best kind of dog," she said with a grin, "I'm a cat and horse person, so I don't have a pup, but I do have a mare at the ranch, and a cat that lives on my boat with me. But I love animals." It didn't matter what kind, she just loved to be around them, truly. Who wouldn't? "God, they really are. Give me a good mozzarella cheese pull and I can be a happy girl!"
“The flaw of humanity,” Bryan said with a chuckle. People tended to overreact even with the smallest things. That’s why people argued so much, he was sure. “Oh that’s cool,” he said. “When I was a kid, I always wanted a horse. One of my siblings was obsessed with them. So I wanted to be a knight or something. Or Aragorn. I had a wild imagination,” he said. “We may just have to make a day out of spending some time at the ranch. It’s gonna be the perfect weather to go riding too,” he smiled. “I think that’s the best part! What can beat melty cheese?”
۶ৎ open to all ! spots: 1/5 where: his apartment
Nate had been standing over the stove for the better part of two hours, sleeves rolled up and apron already stained from one failed sauce attempt after another. The kitchen smelt incredible. Fresh garlic, butter and fresh herb that were pulled from his mini herb garden. But that didn’t stop the crease between his brows from deepening every time he tasted the dish for himself. “Okay, I need an unbiased opinion before I lose my shit,” Nate admitted, grabbing a spoon and holding it out toward them. “And don’t lie to spare my feelings either. If this tastes terrible, I need to know before I embarrass myself in front of my boss.” He paused for a second before adding with a crooked grin, “Though if it is awful, you legally have to help me fix it before you leave my apartment."
Bryan loved to cook. He also loved to help his friends cook. "I can give you an informed opinion, maybe not exactly unbiased," he said, looking over at him. When it came to working in the kitchen, he always had an opinion, but that was just part of his job. "But I can also give you the notes if something tastes awful," he gave him a small smile. "And then give you a whole list of notes to make it taste better. Does that sound like a good plan?" he asked, fixing up his apron. "Now, where are we starting?"
There was no one Tasha loved more and therefore there was no one should support more, than her husband. Good thing he was a good cook and supporting him was exciting and fun and always involved delicious food. "Hmm maybe," she batted her eyelashes at him and shrugged her shoulders, "I mean I don't kiss and tell. So our secrets are safe from water cooler talk." She was purely teasing, and she reached up to give him a kiss on the cheek. "There's nothing wrong with changing things up a bit from the norm also," she looked over at the food again, before looking at the iPad, "this is really amazing babe."
“Oh, does that mean I get a kiss? Or yes, you love to talk about your handsome cook of a husband?” Bryan grinned before leaning into the kiss. He sort of already knew the answer but that didn’t mean he didn’t love to joke a bit. He looked at her with a curious expression. “Is that so?” he asked, leaning his head to the side. “Tell me what you have in mind,” Bryan said with another warm smile. “Well, I am glad you like it because it’ll be going on the spring menu next.”
who: Bryan & @jj-hayes
where: Bryan's house
when: a weekend in May
Bryan had invited JJ over to the house since they both had some time off. Mozart was napping in the corner and he was in the kitchen putting together something for them to eat. "So how've you been? How are things over at the medical center?" he knew the job was busy and there was a lot to it. His own afternoons were mostly preparing for the next day and inventory and making sure he didn't run short of ingredients. "Does Amelia want something to drink? Apple juice? Milk?" he asked.
"And then you spend the rest of the night wondering if they went home and told everyone in the house about the suspicious person that they saw walking by," she said with a laugh, shrugging both shoulders dramatically. But there wasn't much she could do about that, other than live with the suspicion, and accept that it was the way her life was going to be. Running her fingers over Mozart's head, she looked up at Bryan with a grin. "He's sweet. And honestly, I think calling someone a mozzarella stick is pretty much the highest compliment that you could give them, who doesn't want to be compared to a giant hunk of deep fried cheese?"
“Always, exactly like that!” Bryan nodded with a laugh. “Like a true crime novel brought to life,” he said. Thankfully, most things in Merrock were calm and quiet, so it wasn’t too hard to stay out of trouble. He watched her as Mozart happily wagged his tail and enjoyed the attention and company of a new friend. “He’s a big softy,” he said. “Or maybe me and my wife are just softies when it comes this goofball,” he laughed. “You are probably right, though. And mozzarella sticks are like the top tier of appetizers and snacks!”
You haven't? I'd call that a win, then. I, on the other hand, have been falling flat on my face at least once a week. But that's my own fault for trying to run through busy hospital corridors. I just shouldn't. Ever.
A very big win! I like to think I’m good on my feet sometimes. Solid ground is much easier to walk around on than ice. But it also means going outside is really nice with this spring weather. Don’t forget about sliding doors.
Tasha nodded, still savoring the food before swallowing it, "yes," she finally spoke up before chuckling softly. Mostly everything Bryan had ever made for her whether as a meal or to try had been good and she was definitely spoiled being married to a chef. "You know most wives don't get to brag about being married to a chef, though I do," she grinned before nodding. "I think that sounds like a plan. I know some people aren't fans of messy or saucy things so I think this will be good. You can still get the flavor without it overwhelming the meal."
Bryan watched her with a smirk. Tasha had always been supportive of him. She loved his cooking, which was perfect because now that they were married, he was the one in the kitchen most of the time anyway. “Is that what you talk about at the water cooler at work?” He teased. He adjusted his apron a bit and wiped his hands with a dishtowel. “Yeah, they prefer something breaded and more simple. I’m happy to oblige. You should see the full menu. It’s way more than just three kinds of rice bowls,” he nodded towards his iPad on the counter.
"I've been to so many cities where a girl just wandering around would definitely get some strange looks from people," but Merrock didn't seem to be one of them. She had seen some people on the docks late at night that surprised her, and even they didn't seem... nefarious, to say the least. "Teamwork it is," she said with a laugh, crouching down a little bit and offering her fingers to Mozart. "I would ask you where you got the name, but I feel like that's a kind of silly question," she said with a grin, letting the dog sniff her and get to know her first.
“Me too. Most of the time, people give a look of suspicion before moving on,” he said with a hum. Especially at night. That part made sense. Bryan smiled and nodded as Mozart happily sniffed the fingers offered to him and he chuckled. “He likes you,” he said. He grinned a bit. “The composer, yeah. He kinda looks more like a Mozzarella stick. But we decided that Mozart was a little funnier.”
How have you been this spring? I’ll have you know I haven’t tripped over myself yet, which is probably a good thing considering I work in a kitchen.
"I realize that I probably made myself sound more suspicious by saying that," she said with a laugh, shrugging both shoulders. Merrock wasn't really the kind of town where people worried about someone walking around late at night, unless they truly deserved it. "That's what I'm hoping, I just don't want to hop that fence and trigger some sort of alarm, have the entire neighborhood show up," she winced, shaking her head before turning her attention down to the dog. "Hi, cutie! What's their name?"
“Maybe just a bit,” Bryan gave her a lopsided smile. He gestured with his finger and his thumb. Merrock was a very safe place, and he never really had any issues in the town. But she was probably right, once the alarm went off, the whole town would know. “We’ll be careful then. Teamwork!” He laughed a bit. “This is Mozart,” he said, leaning down to scratch his dog’s head. Mozart was a happy dog, and even his slightly intimidating face wasn’t so much when people noticed his wet nose and chubby legs.
She handed him back the spoon then watched her husband as he grabbed a few ingredients, ready to taste it again. She leaned forward as he offered her to taste it again, her eyes widening as she did. "Oh that's good," she nodded before licking her lips. "Dry rub? That would be fun, and different. I think it would be great. And this? This is really good, like it's sweet with a hint of spice but nothing that's too much you know?"
Bryan nodded along with her. “Okay, good. So I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, before shuffling through a drawer for a pen and his notebook. He scribbled down a few notes to keep in mind for when he actually put the menu together. “Mhmm,” he said. “As opposed to something with some heavy sauce. So it is a little less messy in that case,” he smiled. “That is what I’m going for. Something that has a lot of flavor but isn’t too overwhelming,”
"Hop to it, Lawrence," spoke Libby, tapping on her wrist, winking at Bryan. "That's the one thing that's been the hardest for me. Remembering to feed my starter," she noted. "Oh, yeah? I'll have to try it out sometime. Especially if there is dip involved," Libby commented. "True, that's one of the most popular ones to make with blueberries." Libby pondered on his question for a moment before speaking up once more. "Being from Georgia originally, I think my favorite is peach cobbler. And add some vanilla ice cream on that? It's chef's kiss."
Bryan laughed again. “I will! I’m making it my top priority for next time. He nodded in agreement. “And the part about not dropping it or letting it sit out too long. I think I’ve finally done it right maybe twice…” he said with a hum. He nodded again. “Most popular and probably the easiest to pick up and actually finish,” he said. When it came to baking, he liked the simpler kinds of things to make. The savory items, however, were more of his strength. “Oh, peaches are a favorite of mine too,” he grinned. “Peach cobbler. Now that one I haven’t had in a long while!”
WHO: ashleigh & OPEN.
WHERE: suburbs, near the garden.
WHEN: late night, cgw (april, 2026).
"I swear, I'm not a neighborhood prowler or anything," Ashleigh winced when she realized how silly it sounded, and how weak. Truth be told, she wasn't even sure that there were hours at the community garden, but it seemed like something that would be locked up at night... right? Then again, this was a small town. She glanced at the fence surrounding it, knowing it would be easy to hop. "Honestly, I took off my watch while I was planting earlier today and I left it inside and... yeah, I probably should have just waited until tomorrow to get it back, but here we are and -- wait, what are you doing out so late, anyway?"
"That's very good to know," Bryan said with a slight grin. He had needed to take Mozart out, and they were in the cold anyway so he decided to take a bit of a walk. He looked over at the fence and slightly stood on his tiptoes. "It's not really breaking in if you have a reason, right?" he scratched his head. Not that he was suggesting any of that at all. "This one decided he had to go potty and we decided to go for a walk," he chuckled a little, looking down at Mozart, who had his tongue sticking out, looking back up at him.
