Marcella Johnson @ccrp-sweetheart - Tumblr Blog

[Bill was talking to Marcella by the counter. They seemed to be talking pretty well, both were even giggling]

@ccrp-sweetheart

[Lawson smiles as she brings out more treats not wanting to interrupt them]

I'm

[Bill notices]

Oh, hi!

"Bill, this is my Boss, Lawson!"

Pleasure to meet you Bill.

You too! I like your bakery.

Thank you.

[Lawson winks]

I'm sure our wonderful cashier has something to do with that.

[Both blush]

Oh, yes, Marcella and I used to be co-workers.

Oh really? Do you two know each other well?

We did!

Well it's nice you are still so close

[Bill smiles. Marcella hands him a bag of two cookies]

Here, for you and Alice.

Thanks Marcella. I'll tell Alice you said hi!

[Lawson waves him off]

Sooooo

[Marcella turns to her]

Hm?

@veronica-lawson-phd

So do you like him?

Of course I do! He's my friend!

I meant more than that.

Well, um...

[Her face flushes]

So you do like him?

I...I guess I do.

[Bill was talking to Marcella by the counter. They seemed to be talking pretty well, both were even giggling]

@ccrp-sweetheart

[Lawson smiles as she brings out more treats not wanting to interrupt them]

I'm

[Bill notices]

Oh, hi!

"Bill, this is my Boss, Lawson!"

Pleasure to meet you Bill.

You too! I like your bakery.

Thank you.

[Lawson winks]

I'm sure our wonderful cashier has something to do with that.

[Both blush]

Oh, yes, Marcella and I used to be co-workers.

Oh really? Do you two know each other well?

We did!

Well it's nice you are still so close

[Bill smiles. Marcella hands him a bag of two cookies]

Here, for you and Alice.

Thanks Marcella. I'll tell Alice you said hi!

[Lawson waves him off]

Sooooo

[Marcella turns to her]

Hm?

@veronica-lawson-phd

So do you like him?

Of course I do! He's my friend!

I meant more than that.

Well, um...

[Her face flushes]

[Bill was talking to Marcella by the counter. They seemed to be talking pretty well, both were even giggling]

@ccrp-sweetheart

[Lawson smiles as she brings out more treats not wanting to interrupt them]

I'm

[Bill notices]

Oh, hi!

"Bill, this is my Boss, Lawson!"

Pleasure to meet you Bill.

You too! I like your bakery.

Thank you.

[Lawson winks]

I'm sure our wonderful cashier has something to do with that.

[Both blush]

Oh, yes, Marcella and I used to be co-workers.

Oh really? Do you two know each other well?

We did!

Well it's nice you are still so close

[Bill smiles. Marcella hands him a bag of two cookies]

Here, for you and Alice.

Thanks Marcella. I'll tell Alice you said hi!

[Lawson waves him off]

Sooooo

[Marcella turns to her]

Hm?

@veronica-lawson-phd

So do you like him?

Of course I do! He's my friend!

[Bill was talking to Marcella by the counter. They seemed to be talking pretty well, both were even giggling]

@ccrp-sweetheart

[Lawson smiles as she brings out more treats not wanting to interrupt them]

I'm

[Bill notices]

Oh, hi!

"Bill, this is my Boss, Lawson!"

Pleasure to meet you Bill.

You too! I like your bakery.

Thank you.

[Lawson winks]

I'm sure our wonderful cashier has something to do with that.

[Both blush]

Oh, yes, Marcella and I used to be co-workers.

Oh really? Do you two know each other well?

We did!

Well it's nice you are still so close

[Bill smiles. Marcella hands him a bag of two cookies]

Here, for you and Alice.

Thanks Marcella. I'll tell Alice you said hi!

[Lawson waves him off]

Sooooo

[Marcella turns to her]

Hm?

@veronica-lawson-phd

[Curt knows he should be preparing for the mission...but fuck it. He had a day or two before then. Gave him plenty of time to sulk. He checked his watch....Owen would wake up for another few hours. As long as he was in bed before then....

Curt pulls into the parking lot of the Birdhouse. He knew this was a bad idea. That is was begging for trouble...but he needed this. He sat down at the counter and ordered one more shot.

And another.

And-]

[Marcella needs a drink every once in a while. Her's is quite sweet, so she's aware enough to watch the man next to her order shots in rapid succession. She doesn't say anything, but looks concerned]

[Curt slams the shot glass onto the counter, wiping his face.]

Are you okay?

Just peachy.

I think you should try not to order any more shots

[Curt rolls his eyes.]

Look, I'm sorry if that sounded rude. But you're not going to get home safely at this rate.

I've gotten home drunker.

That's not helping your case.

Oh well.

Can I at least order you a glass of water?

If I wanted water, I'd have water.

I think you need water.

Who are you, my mom?

No, just someone who worries about other people

I know how to handle my booze hun. Don't gotta worry about me.

[She smiles]

If that's the case, then I'm sorry for bothering you. I'm Marcella, by the way.

Curt....you look almost familiar.

Oh, really? Sorry if we met before and I don't remember.

Might've been in passing.

Have you ever worked at CCRP?

Ugh. Unfortunately.

You probably saw me there, then.

Ah.

Oh! I think you took over from Sylvia, didn't you?

mmmmmmmmhm

Did you ever hear about what happened with Coven?

Yep. Good riddance.

Oh, absolutely. I honestly like my new job a lot better.

Good for you.

Did you also get a new job?

Went back to some military work.

Oh, the Military!

[Marcella still smiles but shuffles her chair ever so slightly back]

Not a patriot or something?

Not particularly.

Ah well.

But you seem like a nice man otherwise.

Thanks.

Say, have you ever been to Magical Munchies?

No, but my partner has.

I work there!

Good for you.

Mhm! My boss is lovely.

[Curt knows he should be preparing for the mission...but fuck it. He had a day or two before then. Gave him plenty of time to sulk. He checked his watch....Owen would wake up for another few hours. As long as he was in bed before then....

Curt pulls into the parking lot of the Birdhouse. He knew this was a bad idea. That is was begging for trouble...but he needed this. He sat down at the counter and ordered one more shot.

And another.

And-]

[Marcella needs a drink every once in a while. Her's is quite sweet, so she's aware enough to watch the man next to her order shots in rapid succession. She doesn't say anything, but looks concerned]

[Curt slams the shot glass onto the counter, wiping his face.]

Are you okay?

Just peachy.

I think you should try not to order any more shots

[Curt rolls his eyes.]

Look, I'm sorry if that sounded rude. But you're not going to get home safely at this rate.

I've gotten home drunker.

That's not helping your case.

Oh well.

Can I at least order you a glass of water?

If I wanted water, I'd have water.

I think you need water.

Who are you, my mom?

No, just someone who worries about other people

I know how to handle my booze hun. Don't gotta worry about me.

[She smiles]

If that's the case, then I'm sorry for bothering you. I'm Marcella, by the way.

Curt....you look almost familiar.

Oh, really? Sorry if we met before and I don't remember.

Might've been in passing.

Have you ever worked at CCRP?

Ugh. Unfortunately.

You probably saw me there, then.

Ah.

Oh! I think you took over from Sylvia, didn't you?

mmmmmmmmhm

Did you ever hear about what happened with Coven?

Yep. Good riddance.

Oh, absolutely. I honestly like my new job a lot better.

Good for you.

Did you also get a new job?

Went back to some military work.

Oh, the Military!

[Marcella still smiles but shuffles her chair ever so slightly back]

Not a patriot or something?

Not particularly.

Ah well.

But you seem like a nice man otherwise.

Thanks.

Say, have you ever been to Magical Munchies?

No, but my partner has.

I work there!

[Curt knows he should be preparing for the mission...but fuck it. He had a day or two before then. Gave him plenty of time to sulk. He checked his watch....Owen would wake up for another few hours. As long as he was in bed before then....

Curt pulls into the parking lot of the Birdhouse. He knew this was a bad idea. That is was begging for trouble...but he needed this. He sat down at the counter and ordered one more shot.

And another.

And-]

[Marcella needs a drink every once in a while. Her's is quite sweet, so she's aware enough to watch the man next to her order shots in rapid succession. She doesn't say anything, but looks concerned]

[Curt slams the shot glass onto the counter, wiping his face.]

Are you okay?

Just peachy.

I think you should try not to order any more shots

[Curt rolls his eyes.]

Look, I'm sorry if that sounded rude. But you're not going to get home safely at this rate.

I've gotten home drunker.

That's not helping your case.

Oh well.

Can I at least order you a glass of water?

If I wanted water, I'd have water.

I think you need water.

Who are you, my mom?

No, just someone who worries about other people

I know how to handle my booze hun. Don't gotta worry about me.

[She smiles]

If that's the case, then I'm sorry for bothering you. I'm Marcella, by the way.

Curt....you look almost familiar.

Oh, really? Sorry if we met before and I don't remember.

Might've been in passing.

Have you ever worked at CCRP?

Ugh. Unfortunately.

You probably saw me there, then.

Ah.

Oh! I think you took over from Sylvia, didn't you?

mmmmmmmmhm

Did you ever hear about what happened with Coven?

Yep. Good riddance.

Oh, absolutely. I honestly like my new job a lot better.

Good for you.

Did you also get a new job?

Went back to some military work.

Oh, the Military!

[Marcella still smiles but shuffles her chair ever so slightly back]

Not a patriot or something?

Not particularly.

Ah well.

But you seem like a nice man otherwise.

Thanks.

Say, have you ever been to Magical Munchies?

[Curt knows he should be preparing for the mission...but fuck it. He had a day or two before then. Gave him plenty of time to sulk. He checked his watch....Owen would wake up for another few hours. As long as he was in bed before then....

Curt pulls into the parking lot of the Birdhouse. He knew this was a bad idea. That is was begging for trouble...but he needed this. He sat down at the counter and ordered one more shot.

And another.

And-]

[Marcella needs a drink every once in a while. Her's is quite sweet, so she's aware enough to watch the man next to her order shots in rapid succession. She doesn't say anything, but looks concerned]

[Curt slams the shot glass onto the counter, wiping his face.]

Are you okay?

Just peachy.

I think you should try not to order any more shots

[Curt rolls his eyes.]

Look, I'm sorry if that sounded rude. But you're not going to get home safely at this rate.

I've gotten home drunker.

That's not helping your case.

Oh well.

Can I at least order you a glass of water?

If I wanted water, I'd have water.

I think you need water.

Who are you, my mom?

No, just someone who worries about other people

I know how to handle my booze hun. Don't gotta worry about me.

[She smiles]

If that's the case, then I'm sorry for bothering you. I'm Marcella, by the way.

Curt....you look almost familiar.

Oh, really? Sorry if we met before and I don't remember.

Might've been in passing.

Have you ever worked at CCRP?

Ugh. Unfortunately.

You probably saw me there, then.

Ah.

Oh! I think you took over from Sylvia, didn't you?

mmmmmmmmhm

Did you ever hear about what happened with Coven?

Yep. Good riddance.

Oh, absolutely. I honestly like my new job a lot better.

Good for you.

Did you also get a new job?

Went back to some military work.

Oh, the Military!

[Marcella still smiles but shuffles her chair ever so slightly back]

Not a patriot or something?

Not particularly.

Ah well.

But you seem like a nice man otherwise.

[Curt knows he should be preparing for the mission...but fuck it. He had a day or two before then. Gave him plenty of time to sulk. He checked his watch....Owen would wake up for another few hours. As long as he was in bed before then....

Curt pulls into the parking lot of the Birdhouse. He knew this was a bad idea. That is was begging for trouble...but he needed this. He sat down at the counter and ordered one more shot.

And another.

And-]

[Marcella needs a drink every once in a while. Her's is quite sweet, so she's aware enough to watch the man next to her order shots in rapid succession. She doesn't say anything, but looks concerned]

[Curt slams the shot glass onto the counter, wiping his face.]

Are you okay?

Just peachy.

I think you should try not to order any more shots

[Curt rolls his eyes.]

Look, I'm sorry if that sounded rude. But you're not going to get home safely at this rate.

I've gotten home drunker.

That's not helping your case.

Oh well.

Can I at least order you a glass of water?

If I wanted water, I'd have water.

I think you need water.

Who are you, my mom?

No, just someone who worries about other people

I know how to handle my booze hun. Don't gotta worry about me.

[She smiles]

If that's the case, then I'm sorry for bothering you. I'm Marcella, by the way.

Curt....you look almost familiar.

Oh, really? Sorry if we met before and I don't remember.

Might've been in passing.

Have you ever worked at CCRP?

Ugh. Unfortunately.

You probably saw me there, then.

Ah.

Oh! I think you took over from Sylvia, didn't you?

mmmmmmmmhm

Did you ever hear about what happened with Coven?

Yep. Good riddance.

Oh, absolutely. I honestly like my new job a lot better.

Good for you.

Did you also get a new job?

Went back to some military work.

Oh, the Military!

[Marcella still smiles but shuffles her chair ever so slightly back]

Not a patriot or something?

Not particularly.

[Curt knows he should be preparing for the mission...but fuck it. He had a day or two before then. Gave him plenty of time to sulk. He checked his watch....Owen would wake up for another few hours. As long as he was in bed before then....

Curt pulls into the parking lot of the Birdhouse. He knew this was a bad idea. That is was begging for trouble...but he needed this. He sat down at the counter and ordered one more shot.

And another.

And-]

[Marcella needs a drink every once in a while. Her's is quite sweet, so she's aware enough to watch the man next to her order shots in rapid succession. She doesn't say anything, but looks concerned]

[Curt slams the shot glass onto the counter, wiping his face.]

Are you okay?

Just peachy.

I think you should try not to order any more shots

[Curt rolls his eyes.]

Look, I'm sorry if that sounded rude. But you're not going to get home safely at this rate.

I've gotten home drunker.

That's not helping your case.

Oh well.

Can I at least order you a glass of water?

If I wanted water, I'd have water.

I think you need water.

Who are you, my mom?

No, just someone who worries about other people

I know how to handle my booze hun. Don't gotta worry about me.

[She smiles]

If that's the case, then I'm sorry for bothering you. I'm Marcella, by the way.

Curt....you look almost familiar.

Oh, really? Sorry if we met before and I don't remember.

Might've been in passing.

Have you ever worked at CCRP?

Ugh. Unfortunately.

You probably saw me there, then.

Ah.

Oh! I think you took over from Sylvia, didn't you?

mmmmmmmmhm

Did you ever hear about what happened with Coven?

Yep. Good riddance.

Oh, absolutely. I honestly like my new job a lot better.

Good for you.

Did you also get a new job?

Went back to some military work.

Oh, the Military!

[Marcella still smiles but shuffles her chair ever so slightly back]

[Curt knows he should be preparing for the mission...but fuck it. He had a day or two before then. Gave him plenty of time to sulk. He checked his watch....Owen would wake up for another few hours. As long as he was in bed before then....

Curt pulls into the parking lot of the Birdhouse. He knew this was a bad idea. That is was begging for trouble...but he needed this. He sat down at the counter and ordered one more shot.

And another.

And-]

[Marcella needs a drink every once in a while. Her's is quite sweet, so she's aware enough to watch the man next to her order shots in rapid succession. She doesn't say anything, but looks concerned]

[Curt slams the shot glass onto the counter, wiping his face.]

Are you okay?

Just peachy.

I think you should try not to order any more shots

[Curt rolls his eyes.]

Look, I'm sorry if that sounded rude. But you're not going to get home safely at this rate.

I've gotten home drunker.

That's not helping your case.

Oh well.

Can I at least order you a glass of water?

If I wanted water, I'd have water.

I think you need water.

Who are you, my mom?

No, just someone who worries about other people

I know how to handle my booze hun. Don't gotta worry about me.

[She smiles]

If that's the case, then I'm sorry for bothering you. I'm Marcella, by the way.

Curt....you look almost familiar.

Oh, really? Sorry if we met before and I don't remember.

Might've been in passing.

Have you ever worked at CCRP?

Ugh. Unfortunately.

You probably saw me there, then.

Ah.

Oh! I think you took over from Sylvia, didn't you?

mmmmmmmmhm

Did you ever hear about what happened with Coven?

Yep. Good riddance.

Oh, absolutely. I honestly like my new job a lot better.

Good for you.

Did you also get a new job?

[Curt knows he should be preparing for the mission...but fuck it. He had a day or two before then. Gave him plenty of time to sulk. He checked his watch....Owen would wake up for another few hours. As long as he was in bed before then....

Curt pulls into the parking lot of the Birdhouse. He knew this was a bad idea. That is was begging for trouble...but he needed this. He sat down at the counter and ordered one more shot.

And another.

And-]

[Marcella needs a drink every once in a while. Her's is quite sweet, so she's aware enough to watch the man next to her order shots in rapid succession. She doesn't say anything, but looks concerned]

[Curt slams the shot glass onto the counter, wiping his face.]

Are you okay?

Just peachy.

I think you should try not to order any more shots

[Curt rolls his eyes.]

Look, I'm sorry if that sounded rude. But you're not going to get home safely at this rate.

I've gotten home drunker.

That's not helping your case.

Oh well.

Can I at least order you a glass of water?

If I wanted water, I'd have water.

I think you need water.

Who are you, my mom?

No, just someone who worries about other people

I know how to handle my booze hun. Don't gotta worry about me.

[She smiles]

If that's the case, then I'm sorry for bothering you. I'm Marcella, by the way.

Curt....you look almost familiar.

Oh, really? Sorry if we met before and I don't remember.

Might've been in passing.

Have you ever worked at CCRP?

Ugh. Unfortunately.

You probably saw me there, then.

Ah.

Oh! I think you took over from Sylvia, didn't you?

mmmmmmmmhm

Did you ever hear about what happened with Coven?

Yep. Good riddance.

Oh, absolutely. I honestly like my new job a lot better.

[Curt knows he should be preparing for the mission...but fuck it. He had a day or two before then. Gave him plenty of time to sulk. He checked his watch....Owen would wake up for another few hours. As long as he was in bed before then....

Curt pulls into the parking lot of the Birdhouse. He knew this was a bad idea. That is was begging for trouble...but he needed this. He sat down at the counter and ordered one more shot.

And another.

And-]

[Marcella needs a drink every once in a while. Her's is quite sweet, so she's aware enough to watch the man next to her order shots in rapid succession. She doesn't say anything, but looks concerned]

[Curt slams the shot glass onto the counter, wiping his face.]

Are you okay?

Just peachy.

I think you should try not to order any more shots

[Curt rolls his eyes.]

Look, I'm sorry if that sounded rude. But you're not going to get home safely at this rate.

I've gotten home drunker.

That's not helping your case.

Oh well.

Can I at least order you a glass of water?

If I wanted water, I'd have water.

I think you need water.

Who are you, my mom?

No, just someone who worries about other people

I know how to handle my booze hun. Don't gotta worry about me.

[She smiles]

If that's the case, then I'm sorry for bothering you. I'm Marcella, by the way.

Curt....you look almost familiar.

Oh, really? Sorry if we met before and I don't remember.

Might've been in passing.

Have you ever worked at CCRP?

Ugh. Unfortunately.

You probably saw me there, then.

Ah.

Oh! I think you took over from Sylvia, didn't you?

mmmmmmmmhm

Did you ever hear about what happened with Coven?

[Curt knows he should be preparing for the mission...but fuck it. He had a day or two before then. Gave him plenty of time to sulk. He checked his watch....Owen would wake up for another few hours. As long as he was in bed before then....

Curt pulls into the parking lot of the Birdhouse. He knew this was a bad idea. That is was begging for trouble...but he needed this. He sat down at the counter and ordered one more shot.

And another.

And-]

[Marcella needs a drink every once in a while. Her's is quite sweet, so she's aware enough to watch the man next to her order shots in rapid succession. She doesn't say anything, but looks concerned]

[Curt slams the shot glass onto the counter, wiping his face.]

Are you okay?

Just peachy.

I think you should try not to order any more shots

[Curt rolls his eyes.]

Look, I'm sorry if that sounded rude. But you're not going to get home safely at this rate.

I've gotten home drunker.

That's not helping your case.

Oh well.

Can I at least order you a glass of water?

If I wanted water, I'd have water.

I think you need water.

Who are you, my mom?

No, just someone who worries about other people

I know how to handle my booze hun. Don't gotta worry about me.

[She smiles]

If that's the case, then I'm sorry for bothering you. I'm Marcella, by the way.

Curt....you look almost familiar.

Oh, really? Sorry if we met before and I don't remember.

Might've been in passing.

Have you ever worked at CCRP?

Ugh. Unfortunately.

You probably saw me there, then.

Ah.

Oh! I think you took over from Sylvia, didn't you?

[Curt knows he should be preparing for the mission...but fuck it. He had a day or two before then. Gave him plenty of time to sulk. He checked his watch....Owen would wake up for another few hours. As long as he was in bed before then....

Curt pulls into the parking lot of the Birdhouse. He knew this was a bad idea. That is was begging for trouble...but he needed this. He sat down at the counter and ordered one more shot.

And another.

And-]

[Marcella needs a drink every once in a while. Her's is quite sweet, so she's aware enough to watch the man next to her order shots in rapid succession. She doesn't say anything, but looks concerned]

[Curt slams the shot glass onto the counter, wiping his face.]

Are you okay?

Just peachy.

I think you should try not to order any more shots

[Curt rolls his eyes.]

Look, I'm sorry if that sounded rude. But you're not going to get home safely at this rate.

I've gotten home drunker.

That's not helping your case.

Oh well.

Can I at least order you a glass of water?

If I wanted water, I'd have water.

I think you need water.

Who are you, my mom?

No, just someone who worries about other people

I know how to handle my booze hun. Don't gotta worry about me.

[She smiles]

If that's the case, then I'm sorry for bothering you. I'm Marcella, by the way.

Curt....you look almost familiar.

Oh, really? Sorry if we met before and I don't remember.

Might've been in passing.

Have you ever worked at CCRP?

Ugh. Unfortunately.

You probably saw me there, then.

[Curt knows he should be preparing for the mission...but fuck it. He had a day or two before then. Gave him plenty of time to sulk. He checked his watch....Owen would wake up for another few hours. As long as he was in bed before then....

Curt pulls into the parking lot of the Birdhouse. He knew this was a bad idea. That is was begging for trouble...but he needed this. He sat down at the counter and ordered one more shot.

And another.

And-]

[Marcella needs a drink every once in a while. Her's is quite sweet, so she's aware enough to watch the man next to her order shots in rapid succession. She doesn't say anything, but looks concerned]

[Curt slams the shot glass onto the counter, wiping his face.]

Are you okay?

Just peachy.

I think you should try not to order any more shots

[Curt rolls his eyes.]