how the hell did we end up here?

jake fairchild. 30 years old. pediatric surgery resident at nola general. nola born and raised.

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THEIA:

“Good.” Grinning, Theia withheld a laugh before shaking her head and letting it out. She couldn’t imagine herself in someones nightmare but then again, she was a Cassadine and they were all some sort of crazy. Although the idea seemed hilarious, it could possibly be true. The thought about made her chuckle. “A talent that took me about three years to master. If my father had his way, he’d have me scare the crap out of them with just a look. But, that’s now exactly the best way to get your bills paid, you know?” Shrugging, she smirked at the thought. She could remember that conversation with her father as clear as day. He was an intimating man, but truth be told Theia was more of her mother than she’d ever be her father. “She definitely doesn’t want you to eat on your own. We always find it sad when someone does but she’s also a good friend. She knew my mom when I was younger.”

          “Yeah, you might be right about that. Killing people would mean no tips, and no tips would mean sleeping on the street.” Jake had to learn that the hard way himself, when he first started picking up jobs as a teenager, he tended to let his temper and bad moods get the better of him, but he learned to just smile and take it as it came. “Wait, so she’s just bringing you a bowl of food because she feels sorry for me? Now I feel awful.” Shaking his head, Jake still started digging in without a second thought. He was starving, and no pity party or anything like that could stop him from finally consuming the food he’d been craving all day. “So it’s kind of like a family affair, yeah? She’s probably got some maternal instinct then, feeling the need to feed you and all that.”

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PARKER:

“I’m a little offended, it’s like you don’t even know me,” she quipped, pressing a hand to her chest as if she truly were offended. The feigned moment didn’t last long, her hand dropping back to the bar counter as the smirk returned to her lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to make up for all my rude remarks,” she chimed without hesitation, not having realized how her words may have been perceived. Like him, she hadn’t grown up with all that much, and had even less since returning from New York. Everything she did make went right to her apartment or to materials for her art ( with the added nights of drinking ). That particular extra came in the form of day drinking, which also happened to be a favorite of hers. She’d already had enough to feel the warmth in her stomach, the airiness that came with being on the verge of being tipsy. But that also meant that she hadn’t quite had nearly enough. “No, no; we certainly wouldn’t want others to overhear how truly dirty you can be. We’ll have to save those for later,” she smirked before picking up one of the shots, holding it up to cheers. “Jakey Fairchild, you’re making me feel all warm and fuzzy.”

           “That’s because you’ve kept the best parts of yourself hidden from me so far.” The smirk didn’t leave Jake’s lips, feeling rather comfortable despite the long day he had -- joking, playing around, that she so easily managed to make him laugh was enough to make him forget everything awful that tended to happen at the hospital, and it was exactly what he needed to unwind and hopefully find a dreamless slumber later on, thanks to the help of alcohol as well. “I hope so. If not, you might get yourself a mean diary entry.” The alcohol really started to do its job, loosening him up, causing him to laugh even louder. Picking up the new shot that was handed their way, he lifted it to hers for a cheers. “Exactly. You can hear it when we’re all alone, and I’m hoping you’ll keep it to yourself.” He added a wink before throwing the shot back, setting the empty glass down with a deep exhale. “Well, Parker Kennedy, that’s what I tend to do best. Warm and fuzzy is my speciality.”

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JONNY:

“Pretty please with a cherry on top?” His words oozed sarcasm and before holding it back, he laughed out loud, shaking his head. “I’m never ready to leave a place behind, I’m just ready to open a new chapter to this almost shitty story.”

        “Now that sounds more like it. Of course I’ll carry your boxes for you, honey.” Jake joined in with his laughter, even though it died down at his next words. “Yeah, that’s... very understandable. New chapters are always better than sticking with shitty ones.”

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BAJA:

“Oh my god, you have a diary? What do you call it? Or is it a her? Maybe a him? Let me guess, you call it friend and you always start with ‘Dear friend, you’ll never guess what happened today’. Should I be worried that I frequent this journal often or is it just a one-time thing?” She joked, shaking her head. It was one of Baja’s favourite things to do; mess and joke around with the customers that walked through the door. “Good, I’m glad. Tell her to write a Yelp review… Kidding, kidding. But seriously, that makes me happy to hear.”

           “Damn, you caught me. I do write that, it’s how every single entry starts. I feel so unoriginal now. --Hey, you shouldn’t get ahead of yourself, you know. You haven’t gotten as many entries as you might like.” He smirked, happy to go along with her joking. It had always been one of his favorite things to do, to play and joke, especially after long and serious days at the hospital. It was the perfect way to unwind. “A Yelp review? I might have to show her how that works first, but if that grants me an entry in your diary, I’ll definitely do that.”

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“Just what did we do last night?” ( from Parker )

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                           “Just what did we do last night?”

His head was hurting like mad. Jake hardly managed to open his eyes as Parker’s voice managed to get through to him. It felt a lot as if someone was constantly hammering against his temples. The sour taste of too much alcohol coated his tongue, and he felt as if every muscle in his bone was ridiculously sore – like he’d been working out, when really, it had been at least a week since he managed to take a swing at a boxing bag. “Fuck me,” he groaned quietly, draping an arm over his eyes to shield them from the sun that was mercilessly shining into the room, and apparently straight at his face. 

Jake tried his best to remember anything from the night prior, but it seemed to be impossible. He could remember a bar, plenty of shots, but that was about it – the rest was just a mess of fuzzy colorful pictures that made no sense. He couldn’t even remember how they made it into a bed, and he had no clue whether this was her bed, his bed, or even a stranger’s bed – everything seemed possible. A blanket was draped lowly across his hips, but he couldn’t really figure out whether he was still wearing underwear or not – the headache made it impossible to think much further than an aspirin. Still, he slowly lifted up his arm and blinked into the bright light filling the room. Letting his head roll to the side, he kept one eye shut as he glanced at Parker, lying next to him and looking exactly how he felt – it made him laugh, even if his voice was hoarse, and it only increased his headache.

“I have no fucking clue,” he groaned, slowly rolling onto his side to get a better look at her. “I think we had way too many shots,” he added, before he managed to prop himself up onto his elbow. He was hungry, yet felt sick at the same time – he wasn’t sure if he’d even manage to keep any food down right about now. Extending a hand to ruffle up her already messy hair, he managed a tortured grin. “Maybe you wanted to give me some dirty stuff to write into my diary, but the unfortunate thing is, I can’t remember anything after like… our tenth shot or so. Guess you’ll have to show me again another time when I’m sober.”

                                 ( @parkerxkennedy )

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IRIS:

       “It always seems like when things are running smoothly, something gets in the way.” Iris agreed wholeheartedly. In their professions, it was quite common and simply came with the job. “I’ve just gotten in the habit of keeping snacks stashed on the rig in the off chance we get a break in between calls.”

         “I try to tell myself I wouldn’t be able to keep my form if it weren’t for those interruptions,” Jake tried to joke. But it was kind of the truth -- he couldn’t deny eating more junk food than healthy food, but considering how little time and possibilities he had to eat, it hadn’t taken a toll on him yet. “Oh, I tried that. Kept snacks in my coat, but the kids kept stealing them from me, so at some point I stopped.”

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JACKIE:

“I’d say me too, but I don’t think sleeping until ten and watching Netflix for four hours really counts. Though if it makes you feel any better, I think I’m in for a long night.” A grimace crossed her face momentarily as one of the bikers shoved another against the wall, probably for cheating at their game of pool. “Pretty sure they won’t be noticing much of anything once that last beer hits.” Idly, she wondered if Roman would stick around long enough to help the worst few amble out before sliding into the seat across from her momentary savior. “Thanks. I’m Jackie, by the way. In case you forgot in the long wait between me taking your order and now. Also it sometimes helps to know who the hell you’re sharin’ a booth with.”

          “I think that definitely counts. Then again, I’ll probably fall asleep to Netflix after ten minutes once I get home.” He wouldn’t make it very long once he actually lay down. “I rather feel sorry for you,” he added, knowing how much he hated the really long and exhausting nights at the hospital. He figured this was no different at the end of the day. Her words caused him to laugh, and he took a sip of his beer as he nodded. “Jake. It certainly helps to know the name of the person I’m sharing a booth with. And to be fair, I’m not the best with names, but it kind of sticks when it’s not so different from my own.”

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ALTHAEA:

“I would laugh about them because why the fuck not, right?” Aly was awfully happy that he ended up taking the bat from her. Now she didn’t have to basically shove it in his hand and force him to at least take one swing. And she definitely had faith that she could do it even though he looked really tall from where she was sitting. At his question, she shook her head. She would never destroy motorcycles often. She admired them too much. “No, but I do take my anger out in very unnecessary ways. So I guess it’s sort of normal to do something like this.”

            “Why the fuck not, you’re right,” Jake chuckled as he took another swing on the motorcycle. It was definitely different from taking a swing at a boxing bag, but it did the job -- getting rid of some of the frustrations that build up throughout his day at the hospital, when he tried his best to keep back in front of stupid parents. “Really? So this is normal for you? That’s interesting. Care to share any more of those unnecessary ways with me?”

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JONNY:

    “Listen, will you just grab those boxes?” He nodded towards the three laying on the floor. The rest of his apartment had been emptied out besides the boxes he’d recently brought down to his car and the current few scattered on the floor. “Then we can lock this place up and leave.”

      “How about a please? Wouldn’t hurt you, you know.” He was just joking though, a smirk on his lips as he grabbed the boxes from the floor. “Sounds like you’re just super ready to get out of here man.”

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ALISHA:

Alisha rolled her eyes, still laughing at the thought of a wasabi-toting doctor. “You’re gonna get some angry emails for that one.” She sighed. It was part of the job, making patients and their families remember that the doctors were the trained professionals, but there were better ways to do it than the path Jake took. “How’s the kid?” She needed a happy ending to a story as ridiculous as this, especially on a day like today.

         “Then so be it. I don’t mind angry emails as long as it saves the kid.” He often had to try and make parents see the wrong they did, and he knew sometimes he was a little bit too harsh. But those kids were his life. “The kid’s good. A real cutie, and probably in love with me.”

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IRIS:

    “That’s understandable. You get so busy, a proper meal is probably the last thing on your mind.” Given the profession, it made sense that he didn’t have time to stop for a bite to eat when he had patients to take care of. “More or less. There are days when it’s a little more quiet but it’s not uncommon for meals to go untouched when a call comes in.”

        “Or something gets in the way. You have no idea how many times I sat down in the cafeteria to eat and had to leave before I could take the first bite.” It was like a bad omen, when he thought he had time to eat, it never worked out. “Such a waste of good food, but then again I also find myself bored on quiet days.”

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SALVADOR:

“Oh, come on, I’m an Illescas. And I own half of Ace of Spades. Do you know how many people in this town go to the strip club? I’ll tell you. A whole fuckin’ lot of ‘em.” That didn’t mean he was actually going to end up doing it every day though. He liked to keep his money for himself most of the time. He rarely tried to impress anybody so it was rare that he tried to flex in front of anyone, especially at a bar. “Well, I do not mind changing it up. What’s your poison? What are you drinking?”

         “Hey, I wasn’t trying to doubt how much money you have.” He laughed, lifting up his hands in defense. He figured even if you had a lot of money, you still wouldn’t want to spend it all on drinks for strangers. “I was drinking beer so far, but I feel like something stronger would be more appropriate now. I’m a whiskey fan, to be honest. You?”

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JACKIE:

“Yeah you seem a little worn out, no offense. Long day?” Sometimes all it took to relieve the pressure of a particularly distasteful shift was a few kind words from someone who held no obligation to give them. “That’s just how guys around here look when they congregate with a little booze. Hive mind, y’know? One of them starts actin’ like a fool so the rest follow.” Especially when they were the primary patrons and owned the bar itself. Nobody ever accused all the bikers of being intelligent. “Am I a decent enough waitress to bother you a little while longer? I’d kinda kill to hide in this corner until somebody else braces the storm over there, if you get my drift.”

         “Very long day,” he agreed with a nod. It had been a long shift, as always, and he was exhausted, as always, but not ready to go home yet -- as always. He wondered what it said about him that he rather wanted to be in a bar and watch guys behave like they were drinking alcohol for the first time than sleep at home in his bed. “Yeah, I think I know what you mean. Doesn’t make it any less embarrassing, but they probably don’t even notice that,” he admitted with a sigh and a shake of his head. As she placed her question, he gave a short nod, gesturing over to the empty seat opposite him. “Sure, take a seat. I don’t mind the company.”

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LOGAN:

       Taking a seat at an empty table, Logan spread out the newspaper in front of him and decided to look for a job. After being honorably discharged from the Army, he was getting paid well, but he was bored and wanted something to do. He worked out, cooked all of his meals for the week, played with Harley, and now getting a drink outside of his apartment. He was comfortable with this, but wanted more. Hearing a voice coming his way, he looked up at the man and mocked his friendly smile. “Take a seat, man. It’s open and theres no way i’m letting you pay for drinks and food without me pitching in.”

          “Thank you, man.” Jake felt relief wash over him as he dropped down onto the free seat opposite the man. It was amazing to finally be able to sit down for real after such a long shift, his feet were aching. “Hey, it was just my way of trying to persuade you into letting me sit, but if that isn’t necessary, I’m happy about it too,” he laughed, taking one of the menus to get a look at what he could order. “I hope you don’t mind me ordering a whole lot of stuff though, I’m fucking starving.”

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SCARLETT:

       “One large margarita and a thing of Tater Tots, please.” Scarlett said to her waitress with her most friendly voice. If she kept this game up, she’ll hopefully end up in bed with one of the workers here. Giving them a wink as they left, she opened Instagram and scrolled through the boring feed, only liking her best friends’ pictures. When a voice approached her ears, she looked up at the hot man and put on her sexiest look. “You’re welcome to sit here without offering anything, handsome. Although, if you offer to have drinks and food at your place, I wouldn’t decline.”

            Her words caused him to laugh, as he slid into the seat opposite her with a smirk on his lips. “I would offer you that in a heartbeat, but I’m afraid I don’t have drinks or food at my place. I haven’t gone grocery shopping in forever,” he admitted. He usually got off work at ungodly hours and was too exhausted to buy food at a grocery store -- take out was his best friend, no matter how unhealthy it was sometimes. “The only thing I can offer is take out at my place, if that does the trick.”

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VIVIENNE:

Reflecting back on her past made Vivienne wonder on how things would have turned out differently for her. For starters, she definitely wouldn’t be here, let alone have a daughter, therefore it was safe to say that perhaps she was indeed better off with the path she has now. “Now that you’ve mentioned it, maybe it was for the best. Although it’s such a shame, all that money and years of studying and stressing, can never get that back. But it was definitely an experience. Did you always planned on being in your field? Or was this a path that you eventually crossed?” Nodding along to Jake’s plans, it made Vivienne wish she had the day off. But despite having most her weekends off or going home after a shift, she would always be on the clock with her phone alerts going off and constant emails being sent to her. “It’s days like that where we all feel the need to deserve a vacation you know?” 

         “Yeah, maybe it was just meant to be that way.” Jake had never been a big believer in the whole meant to be shit though. A part of him was almost hopeful it existed somewhere, but the bigger part just didn’t believe in it. “No, I always really wanted to go into medicine. I just wasn’t sure if I’d make it.” Having three jobs next to high school, he didn’t have a lot of time left to study. He did his best, and in the end, it had been more than enough, but he hadn’t always been so sure things would turn out how he wanted them to. “Oh, definitely. We all should take more vacations, I don’t do it often enough. I’ve never even been out of the country. Do you take them regularly? I imagine it can’t be that easy with your job either.”