Milk & 2 Sugars

Ray Garcia. I won't tell you any jokes about airline food, but you gotta admit, that shit sucks.

[rayonthebutton]

an angel in the snow // daymond

[themostordinaryday-blog-deactiv]

Let’s not get too carried away there … I’d rather not dislocate my shoulder, thanks. [She rolled her eyes at him, obviously all in good fun. He was ridiculous in the best way possible. To Day, he was this giant, booming light that could never go out; she wouldn’t let it go out.] If I didn’t do it then nobody would … and that certainly wouldn’t do. [As soon as he approached, Day clung to him, nuzzling her head into his shoulder.] I’d have to dock that money off your Christmas present then.

[rayonthebutton]

Sometimes we have to make sacrifices in the name of comedy, Day. It's part of our chosen field. [Even he couldn't maintain his serious face and he broke into a grin, pressing a kiss to her forehead, his lips at least warm now though the rest of him was still pretty cold.] I guess that's fair. I feel like you're the one who keeps me from being a danger to myself or others. Mainly to myself. My socks match today without your help though so I'd say we're making progress. [He felt a sort of all over warmth when she nuzzled into him, always finding her endlessly endearing.] That's fine. Please don't buy me anything. 

[rayonthebutton]

an angel in the snow // daymond

[themostordinaryday-blog-deactiv]

Ugh, I know. I just had to give in or else my arm would’ve been, figuratively speaking, pulled out of the socket. [She shook her head as if it was in fact the most serious of matters. ‘He’d just have to face the facts,’ was what her head shake said, and the little shrug she gave afterwards was just the icing on the cake.] No way! I always thought you were a … a … [She leaned into him, whispering closely in his ear.] … gir— dog lover. [It was all she could do to not laugh, trying to stay as serious as possible.] Ditto. [She winked, shaking her head with a small grin.] Onward! [Grasping a hold of his hand, she pulled herself up off the ground and into his arms. For the brief moment they weren’t together, she had felt even colder than before and she longed for his arms more than anything else in the world. But of course, being the Day Farell that everyone knew, the one who couldn’t really explain her emotions the way she wished, she said.] God, it’s cold.

[rayonthebutton]

I'd feel awful if I pulled your arm out of its socket. Figuratively, I mean. Literally, we could start a traveling comedy act because I'm sure there's a great joke in there somewhere. We'd be rich. [Those were the moments when he never understood how she could find herself ordinary, when she was so sassy and able to keep up with him like nobody else. He jumped back as if he'd been burned, gasping dramatically.] Well I never. You've got a lot of nerve throwing accusations like that all over the place. [He saluted her obediently before starting to walk toward the building. However, one utterance that she was cold sent him back to her side in a flash, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and tucking her into his side. He started toward the building again, shaking his head at her.] If I didn't like ya so damn much, I'd start charging you for the use of my body heat.

[rayonthebutton]

an angel in the snow // daymond

[themostordinaryday-blog-deactiv]

Well, I mean, if you insist. [She rolled her eyes playfully.] Who said I’m going to continue living with you? [She crinkled her nose down at him, teasingly. She was here for good, whether he wanted her to be or not.] It’s because I’m angelic, yes? [This was meant as a joke and she smiled a wide, cheesy smile towards him, radiating pure happiness upon them both. If it hadn’t been for the bit of cold snow that had been flicked towards her, she probably would have stayed that way. However, pretending to have been hit by something much stronger, she clutched her chest and rolled off him, landing with a thud beside him.] Strangely, I think I’m okay with that. I’m actually soaked? Snow is frozen water? Who knew? [She laughed quietly, pushing a couple stray hairs out of her face.]

[rayonthebutton]

Boy, I really twisted your arm on that one, didn't I? [He pouted at her again, knowing she was kidding, but messing with her anyway.] Well if that's the case I guess I'm going to have to start transforming into a crazy cat lady, which will be incredibly expensive seeing as I'm currently a male. [She was joking but he nodded seriously.] You hit the figurative nail on its figurative head, my dear. An angel in the snow, my angel in the snow. [One day he was sure something would try to pull the rug out from under his feet when it came to Day, but for now all he could do was bask in the pure energy she radiated, the pure goodness that made her so remarkable.] Nice dramatics. Well, I guess that is a novel concept so I think I can agree we should head inside and defrost a little. [He pulled himself up, offering his hand to her.]

[rayonthebutton]

an angel in the snow // daymond

[themostordinaryday-blog-deactiv]

[It was an endless cycle of smiling and blushing when she was around Ray, and there was nothing that he could say or do that would ever change that. Regardless of where they were or what they were doing, there was always some way he was affecting her. He was her weakness, and every smile, laugh, and movement made her melt into the snow.] If you’d like to freeze, then sure— be my guest. I think I’ll be staying inside though. I’d rather be cozy or, I don’t know, at least a little warm. That’d be nice. [She made a show of trying to find a comfortable position atop him, shifting her weight from one side to the other, propping herself up on one elbow and then the other.] Good. I like it when you’re here. [She leaned in for what seemed like another kiss, taking her snowball filled hand and resting it behind his head before— smoosh!  —he had been hit once again.] Woopsies? [She grinned over at him like the absolute idiot she was.] And I thank you for that.

[rayonthebutton]

[He pouted dramatically at her as if what she'd said wasn't completely logical. What he would do without Day was beyond him, because it was often that he needed someone to pull him back from the ledge that he liked to dance on so often. He was a logical person, but the great appeal of irrational decisions and a quick laugh often made him overlook that side of him. Day reminded him it was there.] Fine, fine, make sense if you must. But if we're sleeping inside I must insist that you allow me to cuddle you after we have hot chocolate. [He laughed softly at her, rarely finding anyone as amusing as he found her.] Oh, I would hope so. It'd be strange if you just continued to live with someone you didn't like. [The anticipation of another kiss made his heartbeat quicken, but snow crushing into the back of his head stopped that. He shook his head like a dog, grinning, purposefully flicking snow in her direction.] Devious creature that you are, I somehow can't be mad at you. [He kissed her cheek, feeling how cold her skin was and deciding maybe it was time to go inside.] No need to thank me. But I am going to be a toddler and stomp my foot right now and demand we go have that hot chocolate now.

[lipslips-deactivated20131222]

That sounds impossible. As everything should be.

Am I supposed to find it? Or are you going to tell me? Or are we just going to let in linger there?

[rayonthebutton]

I doubt it's impossible but I'm finding it to be challenging considering "insane kangaroo circus" even got a lot of hits.

I think we're just going to let it linger. It adds a nice effect don't you think?

[lipslips-deactivated20131222]

Exactly! No…what’s that?

Sarcasm? I don’t even know the meaning of the word.

[rayonthebutton]

It's this thing where you find only one hit when you google something. It's called a googlewhack. I think it's a reference to masturbation.

There's a joke here, I'm sure of it.

[themostordinaryday-blog-deactiv]

[She simply takes a step forward.]

[rayonthebutton]

[He doesn't move, standing his ground and waiting patiently.]

[themostordinaryday-blog-deactiv]

Well, uh … I guess, one more can’t hurt … can it? 

[rayonthebutton]

[He doesn't say anything, puckering his lips expectantly.]

[rayonthebutton]

To Brad,

I have no idea who you are, so I went with something every comedian believes every person should own.

Also I'm Jewish.

Ray Garcia

[rayonthebutton]

an angel in the snow // daymond

[themostordinaryday-blog-deactiv]

None whatsoever, nope. [She smiled softly at him, a true, genuine smile, just for him. It was moment’s like this she could get caught up in forever, their eye contact making her blush even brighter, but not wanting to look away, nonetheless.] Luckily for you, I can. [She leaned in to press another soft kiss to his lips, a mischievous glint in her eyes, one he hopefully did not notice.] No, I’m completely sure. That will not be necessary, really. [She shook her head, trying to contain her laughter and make this a much more serious conversation than it was.] I’m surprisingly not worried at all. I think I trust you too much.

[rayonthebutton]

Of course not. [He was certain now that she was blushing, not just a little rosy from the snow, and his own smile softened into the type that not many people got to see. Day was the only one allowed to see him with his guard down, and he was never all that shy about it with her.] Luckily for me is right. Can we just sleep out here? This is totally comfortable. [She was much more devious than she gave herself credit for, and he was glad he was sharp enough to notice all the wonderful qualities about herself that he missed so he could always point them out.] If you change your mind let me know. I'll be here. [He nodded seriously, reaching out to smooth the crinkles at the corners of her eyes that gave away her amusement.] As you should. I live to continue to prove my trustworthiness to you.

[themostordinaryday-blog-deactiv]

I, uh … [She’s flustered now.] I … I don’t know.

[rayonthebutton]

[He grins, stepping back and adopting an expression of boyish innocence, amplified by his awful sweater.] No more kisses for me?

[themostordinaryday-blog-deactiv]

You win. It’s true, you deserve a kiss— just one. [She takes a step towards him.]

[rayonthebutton]

You sure only one?

[themostordinaryday-blog-deactiv]

[She turns around slowly, folding her arms across her chest.] And what makes you think I’m going to do that?

[rayonthebutton]

Because I just did an air guitar solo to Sleigh Ride. I deserve a kiss for that.

[lucy-burns]

You said it! I’m pretty sure I qualify as an actual alcoholic now. What exactly is it that qualifies you as an alcoholic?

[rayonthebutton]

A dependence on alcohol. Now, do you depend on alcohol or do you just enjoy how much more awesome alcohol makes everything? There's a difference.

[lipslips-deactivated20131222]

I…am also not going into law so I can’t help you there but maybe Google a few things and then go with that.

Because I’m sure plenty of people are just lying in wait trying to steal that idea.

[rayonthebutton]

Google can help with anything. It also makes a great game. Ever heard of a Googlewhack?

I sense sarcasm.

[lucy-burns]

Yes, and we can make Christmas reeds with those mini bottles of vodka and tequila in them.

[rayonthebutton]

'Tis the season for alcoholism.

[lipslips-deactivated20131222]

Nothing says Merry Christmas like destroying the thing that the presents go under. That sounds downright mouthwatering, but I think it’s only fair that you taste test it, since it was your idea — you genius, you.

[rayonthebutton]

I might have to patent the idea. Or trademark it. Or copyright it? This is why I'm not going into law.