broken clocks

tasha + promise to get a little better as I get older. and you're so patient. you're sick of waiting. promise to do better. shoulda, coulda, probably wanna let me go, but you can't.

[natashamoreno]

reticnt:

“i’d really love to know how that happened, but i’m afraid i wouldn’t like the answer.” jett spoke, cringing a bit at the thought of a spoon … there. “why do i drink?” jett pondered the thought, staring at the glass of whiskey in his hand, the three ice cubes quietly clinking together. “to forget, mostly. sometimes to have fun. but then again, forgetting is fun.”

“I think you know what happened, Jett,” she rolled her eyes, trying to take a sip of her drink before realizing that it was empty. “There’s only one way for it to get up there.” She was kicking herself for even asking him. She should have known that it would have triggered a total pity party. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she mocked, reaching over to grab his drink out of his hand, taking a big sip, “Olivia this, Olivia that.” 

[fallonnnnnn]

“oh pour l'amour de Dieu.” Gianna muttered under her breath, trying to balance the various suitcases outside her apartment. She had landed just an hour earlier, and New York was already proving to be incredibly difficult to navigate through. She glanced up and down the hallway, breathing a sigh of relief when she spotted another person in the hall. “Excusez-moi.” She called, straightening up. “Could you help me, please? I cannot get into my room, and I keep dropping all my bags.”

[natashamoreno]

Natasha heard a fuss next to her as she opened her mailbox, rummaging through it to gather the days of mail that she had neglected to pickup. Unsurprisingly, there was nothing in there that she wanted or cared about. As she was closing up her box, she heard a voice next to her, calling in French? Turning her head, she was met with a small, obviously foreign girl. “Oh, hola, mi amiga,” she smiled, interested to see where this would go. “Sure,” she shrugged, throwing her mail in her purse. She hadn’t played butler in a while. “What number are you looking for?” she asked, leaning over to grab some of the bags that the girl had dropped.

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grcyng:

“You’re lucky,” Grace commented, shaking her head lightly. “I had a woman, who was clearly a hypochondriac, come in and insist that she was having a stroke.” She laughed, but she’d almost yelled – almost. “I love my job,” she added quickly, “but, also, I hate my job.”

“I love a good hypochondriac,” Natasha sighed, reaching to grab her drink. After working in the ER for a little while now, you knew who came in just for some extra attention and who actually needed medical attention. “I think you’re the lucky one,” Tasha huffed, shaking her head. “At least you got to just talk to that lady. I was looking at this guy’s naked ass for way too long.” That was not in the job description. 

[natashamoreno]

hearthcpe:

“Sounds entertaining.” He replied with an amused smile, he knew exactly how exhausting the work at the hospital could be and that one often encountered the strangest accidents. Nevertheless, he was still curious what had become of the poor guy in the end, but he decided to leave it at that. He poured himself a little more of the wine and took a generous sip of it. “Come on Natasha, when is there no reason to drink? But I would say, because I am overworked and can only properly relax with the help of alcohol.” In addition, he finally had a day off tomorrow, which could be a real luxury in the medical field. “Could you imagine if I had to operate while being drunk, that would be a show.” He laughed and looked around for a moment. “Now that I think about it, that could even happen, do you remember this game? Operation or something like that?”.

Natasha knew that Fynn had probably also seen his fair share of weird object inside people. Definitely lots of coins. But, she was still proud of herself for getting to help such a gem. It wasn’t every day that someone had cutlery in their butt. She watched her friend as he spoke, listening intently. “Oh, it’s so hard to be a big, fancy surgeon like you are,” she teased, cocking her eyebrows, big grin on her face. She really didn’t mean it; she respected Fynn as a surgeon and also as a person. Not only was Tasha a bit of an interesting personality, one that not everyone tended to like, but also not all of the surgeons were as nice to nurses as he was. She knew that she was very lucky to have him in her life. “Operation exactly,” she said, feeling her alcohol a little bit. Loving the idea of him operating while drunk, she challenged, “I would pay you twenty dollars if you could get all the little pieces out without setting off the buzzer.”

[natashamoreno]

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dcmxnic:

natasha;

“Wait, wait, wait,” Dominic said, holding out a hand to stop her in her tracks. “Before we discuss alcohol and why we drink it, I need more information about the spoon. How did it get there, did you get it out, et cetera et cetera?” He leaned in towards Natasha as he spoke. “I need deets.”

“of course i got it out,” she teased, lightly rolling her eyes, “i’m hartfield’s finest nurse!” dominic was definitely a worthy audience for this story. some people would have been grossed out or creeped out or just generally uninterested, but he clearly wanted to hear more. “well, he said that he ‘fell on it.’ so, you know what that means.” one of the typical excuses for people with objects up their butt was that they fell on it, which, in reality, is almost impossible, so she rarely asked for more information, because she could infer from there. 

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jcssekim:

Jesse nodded along as the girl spoke, the more he looked at her the more he could recognize her. She had to be a nurse or something because Jesse had for sure seen her before. “Cheers.” he repeated and mimicked her actions, their drinks quickly clanking against one another. “To all the fucked up people in the world who make stupid decisions.” 

Tasha happily knocked her glass with his before taking a big sip. If it weren’t for all those stupid decisions, she probably wouldn’t have a job. Now she was sure that this was not the first time she had met him. She had a hunch that it was more than just a professional encounter, but she wasn’t sure. Wanting to figure it out, she asked, “What’s your name again? You look really familiar.”

[natashamoreno]

leejoshua:

Not entirely certain of what he was trying to achieve, Joshua remained silent long enough for it to be pretty awkward. He did it on purpose, he just didn’t know for what purpose. Perhaps he was trying to come up with a clever response, or just stalling, which didn’t make sense to him since he was struggling under the weight of the box. “If I do, I’ll have to kill you,” he said casually.

“I’m even more interested,” she chimed, trying to look around the box to see the owner. Part of Tasha figured that, whoever this man was, he really didn’t want to stand and talk to her in the hallway while holding the large box. “Where are you going?” she asked him. “Can I help you get there?”

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oliviasctt:

“Do you remember when they shut down the laundry room for like a week?” Olivia asked. I thought I might die.” She sorted through her clothes as she spoke. It seemed as though everything was pink. “I specialize in weddings, actually,” she explained with an excited grin. “I have a few coworkers who specialize in charity events and birthday parties.”

“Of course. We have established that I love this place,” Tasha joked, eyes wide, hoping that Olivia would eventually catch on to her sarcasm. The shutdown hadn’t exactly affected Natasha as it had seemed to affect Elle Woods, but she agreed that it was generally inconvenient. “That’s very nice,” she nodded, genuinely interested. Tasha was very anti-marriage, but organizing a wedding was a hell of a feat. “A lot must go into a wedding.”

[leejoshua-blog1]

“Whoa. I’m sorry, I’m really really sorry. I didn’t see you there. Are you alright?” He apologized to the person at the other side of the huge brown box he was carrying with whom he had an unfortunate collision. The entirety of his upper body was obstructed from view, and as much as he disliked not being able to look at his victim to bid his sincere sorry, putting down the box in the hallway wasn’t an ideal option.

[natashamoreno]

barely paying attention to where she was going, tasha didn’t have the opportunity to dodge the very large box and the accompanying person that was coming her way. “oh, that’s alright,” she shrugged, totally unharmed by the walking box. it was equally as much fault as it was the box’s, granted that she was very preoccupied. “as long as you tell me what’s in the box, that is.”

[natashamoreno]

ofdahlias:

“I guess it can’t be that bad if someone threw up, that’s right. God, I wish I didn’t see that though, or forgot about it.” Dahlia commented with a small shake of her head, letting out a small laugh. “Themed parties can be tricky, it needs to be just the right theme. But… it could work.”

tasha nodded her head in agreement. “exactly. it can’t be that bad if someone got trashed. or, it was so bad that she wanted to forget,” she offered, quickly catching herself. “no, no - it was good.” she never had been good at consoling people. quite often her foot ended up in her mouth. trying to change the subject, she added, “people love an 80s theme because the music is killer.”

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jcssekim:

“Oh, shit!” Jesse laughed, beer in hand. “I was wondering what unlucky bastard got stuck with that guy.” He grinned upon the recollection of earlier that day, when his unit had responded to the so called emergency. “You could say I drink for the same reason.” 

a big grin lit up natasha’s face. she genuinely loved her work more than anything else in her life, and it was nice to have someone who appreciated the oddities of the profession. “yes, he got to hang out with me. we had some work to do,” she laughed, running her finger around the rim of her drink. “i like it,” she nodded, lifting up her drink, “cheers!”

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shvrpe:

“wow… that’s– not sure if i want to know how he managed that, or if i’d rather leave it that,” elias responded with a perplexed chuckle. “i now know i would not last 30 minutes working in an er.” he considered her question for a moment, and found the truth to be far too heavy for the conversation at hand, so he opted for a made up answer. “i enjoy the taste. and i’ve never minded the buzz that accompanied it.” he totally wasn’t attempting to drink away his sorrows. 

natasha raised her eyebrows, huffing, “well, there is really only one way that you can do that.” she liked the ER because it was always a challenge and always a good story for later. “oh, me too,” she nodded sarcastically, raising her glass as if to make a toast before bringing it to her lips and downing a big gulp. “it’s just a past time for me, too.”

[natashamoreno]

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[natashamoreno]

“Well, a man came into the ER today with a spoon stuck up his butt,” Natasha explained nonchalantly, laying her napkin down on her lap. It had obviously been a rather stressful day at the hospital, so she was grateful to have a friend to sit down and have dinner with. “So, that’s why I drink. Why do you drink?”

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hcnrychoi:

“Me? A lightweight? Do you know who you’re talking to, Moreno?” A look of mock offense passed the boy’s features before he shook his head and clicked his tongue. “It’s like you’ve forgotten.” Henry relaxed into the couch once again, enjoying the company, and the buzz he was feeling. He’s always liked hanging out at Natasha’s. She offered him a haven of sorts– a place where he could forget anything that was bothering him, even for just a moment. Henry squinted at the screen, trying to figure out what movie was playing. His face lit up when he finally recognized it. “Oh, it’s fucking Thor: Ragnarok! Yeah, we’re in good company.” Henry leaned back and placed his hands on the back of his neck, trying and failing to pay attention to the movie. “Anyways, how was your day?”

Tasha very purposefully rolled her eyes in henry’s direction, wanting him to catch the many layers behind the look. Maybe she had forgotten - she couldn’t even count how many times she had gotten blackout drunk with henry. But, also, she didn’t forget much, and she knew his track record. It was nothing that impressed her. However, she truly enjoyed henry’s company, which was not something that tasha could say about a lot of people, so she put up with it. “It was fine,” she explained, flopping back on the couch next to her friend. She was presently the terrible state of not drunk enough to have fun, but drunk enough really feel like shit. “It was my day off, so i went to the grocery store and did laundry and things like that. Very exciting. Very adult.” She chimed, heavily emphasizing the dreaded ‘a’ word. “What about you?”

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oliviasctt:

“I’m terrible with sarcasm,” Olivia commented with a shrug of her shoulders. “I was slightly worried that you were going to tell me that I couldn’t use the set near the front because it was your favorite or something…” She moved away from the girl, beginning to prep the nearest washer. “I moved here a few months ago,” she replied. “I was hired by an event planning firm in town.”

“That is something I would say, so I see where you are coming from,” Tasha chuckled with a slight shrug. “That’s a very neat job! Do you specialize in a certain type of event or anything? Is that how that works?” She definitely didn't have the skillset to plan much, but it sounds like a very fun career.