A Sinclair Scandal

@rhettsinclair

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Check it out, that's Rhett Sinclair, from one of Windsor Bay's Founding Families. He's been in town less than a year, but I hear that he's charming and reckless, which I guess works out well for his job as owner of The Corner Pocket. He may work in the farmlands, but he lives downtown - not bad for a 34 year old, right?

a bastard son from a family history's tried to erase, rhett doesn't know the truth from the lies when it comes to his family's story and he likes it that way. if no one knows what to expect, then they can never predict you. wild, rambunctious, and always causing trouble, rhett was the cause for several calls from school, usually because of trying to put himself in the middle of things he had no business being in. he thought he should be important, thought that he could be part of something big, that he could be just as smart and fast as the older kids. was it ego or underdog determination? he would never tell you the truth. maybe he didn't even know, lost without a sense of identity from the very beginning, unsure of who he was, who he should be, and who he was expected to be. he wanted to love his mother, but felt like a weight to her. he wanted to be loved by his father, but felt like a glossed over accident. mommy issues, daddy issues, big deal. part of life, isn't it? at seventeen, just a few months before graduating high school, he took off on the road with a beat up motorcycle and no set destination. he'd send back post cards, but only when he was already on his way out of town. he managed to get his ged at some point, sticking around in one place long enough to work on himself as well as get into some trouble. he finally got that diploma, but he also earned his first arrest. he was bailed out, charges dropped, and he didn't examine it too closely, just hit the road again. he made friends, he left them. he broke a few hearts, and if his ever ended up fractured, he didn't talk about it. he just kept running and going, making his way around by picking up small jobs and questionable contacts. but even rhett's luck couldn't last forever. he screwed up, he ended up in trouble, and this time the trouble came with a price tag. things were eventually smoothed over, but this time when rhett disappeared, he showed up in the one place he'd always avoided - windsor bay.

#windsorbayintro

I mean, maybe there are some rats lurking around outside my house somewhere. As long as they don't come inside my house, I won't have a problem with them. However, I think I'll just be sticking to the birds and squirrels for the time being. I'm not really sure what squirrel feeders look like, but I'm sure they come in a variety of different styles just like bird feeders do.

"well, i don't know, i've never been much of a nature guy. not that i'm against going on a hike or whatever, just that most of the places i've been before this have been bigger on concrete and less about greenery, you know? i've heard some wild stories about squirrels, though." rhett admitted, wondering just how close the rats could get before she'd have a problem with it. maybe he was finicky, but nature coming inside the house just didn't seem natural. "so what about the bees? you feed those?"

#avanguyen #p: ava nguyen

"It'll be a fun experience for you I'm sure. I used to be big into tea parties when I was a little girl. I won't make you dress up or anything, but I have a really nice tea set that I barely get to use." She said, knowing she'd have to give said set a nice scrub before she used it, since it spent most of the time sitting in a china cabinet. Maybe Rhett would make fun of her for having something so useless and girly but she liked it. "Thank you! It's okay, I'm not an expert or anything. I just think it's fun to talk about. Geminis and Leos get along really well, so clearly I was right to ask you to get a smoothie with me."

"rude, i clean up quite nicely, i'll have you know." rhett declared in mock offense as he slouched back in his chair and slurped at his drink. had he ever had tea in an actual tea set if he wasn't at some shop? okay, probably at his neighbor's house, but he really didn't remember if that was a tea set or just a small mug, it had been so long ago. "lucky you, i don't mind listening. so what else are you into? tea leaves and tarot cards and stuff? what about palm reading, you ever had an interest in that?" despite how it sounded, he wasn't mocking. he didn't know if sarah liked any of that, but it all seemed like the same kind of spiritual, guide you along the right path for your life stuff that most people considered nonsense, so he thought it was worth a try.

#p: sarah goldstein #sarahvgoldstein

Starter for: Rhett @rhettsinclair

Location: Magenta

"Ooh boy, I need a breather. I feel like I've been dancing and talking all night. What about you? You having fun? Do you need another drink or anything?" Sarah asked, leaning against Rhett as she sat down in her reserved booth. She flopped her head to the side and looked at him, her vision golden and hazy. "We haven't danced together yet. Do you want to? Or are you a grump who won't?"

laughing as sarah leaned into his side, rhett reached out for the glass that was drained down to half melted ice and pressed it against her. "how about you sit for a second and catch your breath, party girl? i'll dance with you when you stop looking at me like the whole world is spinning." he teased, pleased that she seemed to be having a good time at her birthday. "seriously, you good? you drink any water at all tonight? because it's way too early for you to be throwing in the towel."

#p: sarah goldstein #sarahvgoldstein

"Well next time we hang out, I'll make you some. It'll blow your mind, I just know it. Think of all the combinations that'll open up to you then!" She said, teasing him a little but meaning the offer sincerely. Sarah laughed, charmed by Rhett and his jokes and his smile. "Mine's in a few days actually. I'm probably going to have a bunch of people meet me at Magenta or Supernova for a party. It's the third of August, I'm a Leo. Do you know anything about astrology? Or does your knowledge of made up things end at dragons?"

"oh, tea's been around long enough that i just know there's endless combinations for me to try. i just have no idea what i've tried." had he seen oolong tea in a restaurant? sure, but that didn't mean he knew what it was or what was in it. he wasn't extremely knowledgeable when it came to cuisine, but he was a good sampler, if he did say so himself - the fact someone once gave him a rose scone to try and he told them it tasted like soap wasn't something that rhett thought should be held against him because it was an honest review, and wasn't that the most important part? "well, happy early birthday. i don't know a thing about astrology except leo is the lion and i'm a gemini, which is the twins and an air sign."

#p: sarah goldstein #sarahvgoldstein

If she had to guess, Rhett was the kind of man who had been so forced into change by the world, that he had become the epitome of resistance - an armor about him that, much to her pride and delight, seemed to fade, at least a little, around her. The same way a meal let people settle into their bodies a little deeper, their chairs a little further. The weight of the past could disappear while they nourished themselves. She liked to think they offered that to each other, an escape without abandonment, a pin in the thoughts of should and tomorrow. Though she'd only known him a short while, she saw no reason not to spend an hour, or two; a beer, or two, in his company tonight. Danny laughed again as he leaned into the joke, wagging his head about to encourage her mussing. "You're prickly, you've got to admit," she leaned on the tease some more, setting her elbow on the table and resting her chin in her hand. "Stoic and prickly. Nobody gets in and nothing gets out. But I reckon you can climb trees and keep predators away at a distance. Porcupines aren't mean, they're just...narky." A wink, a smile.

Then he squawked an order at the barkeep and her mouth fell open, an expression that mangled the details of feigned disgust and genuine discomfort at his butchered accent. "Whatever in the world kind of sound just fell out of your gob?" she snorted a laugh, shaking her head. "You're buying first round, just for that abomination, old man, who's only four years older than me."

When he began regaling about his family, Danny's smile dimmed, only just, into singular focused rapture. Stories were like food: she couldn't have just a bite, just a taste, just one detail or piece. There were so many ingredients coming together, and she loved the practice of seeing the dish materialize. "Ooh, scandal," she sing-songed, "sounds delicious." Her eyes drifted to his hands, how careful they were - shelling peanuts perhaps as a tic, but not for him. For her. A weight pressed on Danny's heart, her smile softening not out of sadness or sympathy, but in depth. She popped a peanut into her mouth, a silent thanks, a gesture of acknowledgement and appreciation. He went on about his grandmother, his crumbs of memories that seemed strewn around in the corners of his mind. "That's really beautiful, Rhett. Would you ever try to learn more about her? Any of your family?"

The conversation was lobbed back in her direction, and she gave a half-shrug, taking one of the peanuts between her fingers. "Feel like my family's history is basically an open textbook in this town," she scoffed. "My mum was visiting from Oxford when she met my dad here. They lived together, started a family, but never married. They split up when I was a few years old, three or four, I think. Dad was never going to leave the brewery, so Mum took us back to England, and we sort of ping-ponged back and forth forever, but we never lived here after that. I've got all my mum's family in England, all of Dad's here, and even more O'Briens in Ireland, so it was a lot of Christmases in Windsor Bay and summer holidays in Belfast and birthdays in Oxford. Came here on my own because Dad wanted my culinary expertise to give the brewery a facelift." She lifted the peanut to eye level, reeling her hand back, preparing to toss it into his mouth, if he was quick enough.

stoic was not a word that anyone had ever used to talk about rhett and he decided on that word choice alone not to believe anything that she was about to say about porcupines. "face is pricklier than my hair." he retorted, feeling almost like a kid arguing for the sake of being contrary. it was fun, and danny wasn't his target, but his partner in crime. "well, if porcupines do all that, it may be true… but i have no idea what narky means. i bet it's disparaging, so i'm going to ignore everything you said and go back to thinking i'm a hedgehog." he declared grandly, knowing he should probably google the term because otherwise he would forget it in the morning. he'd always thought of himself as someone that picked up languages quickly, so considering that their issue was just over terminology, rhett figured it wouldn't be long at all before he could mimic her slang without thinking about it. the accent, however…

"what, are you saying i didn't get it right?" rhett laughed, knowing damn well that he hadn't and grinning at her. some things were always easy, always fun, and maybe there was a reason rhett was always getting in trouble for acting up in school, known for being a joker, a troublemaker. "of course i'm buying first round, you're probably still too asleep to figure out how to order. isn't it past your bedtime, young whippersnapper?"

sometimes the best way to beat them was to join them, but it wasn't all bickering and badgering with danny. when she asked a question, sometimes he answered instead of dancing around it the way he did with most people. while he'd never been a theater kid, he did sometimes have the idle suspicion that he would have been fantastic at it - of course, rhett thought he was fantastic at most things he tried, but that was besides the point. "beautiful, huh?" he hadn't actually been picturing any specific reaction, but that seemed a funny one to have for reasons he couldn't put his finger on. "guess i never saw it as relevant. my mom never wanted to have much to do with my dad other than getting a paycheck, and i guess i always figured that the past is just that, it's in the past. no sense in keeping our futures confined to just what's always been done before, right?"

grabbing one of the peanuts, rhett hummed in acknowledgement over the way windsor bay seemed obsessed with certain last names, like what their ancestors did years ago made them better or something. "god, i bet you have some frequent flyer models.." rhett commented before making a sudden dive to try catching the peanut, only to have it bounce off his lip. he managed to catch it in his hand and shook his head before offering it back to her. "that was too close, i need a do over, let me be prepared this time." he insisted, glancing away from her only briefly as their drinks were set down in front of them. giving the bartender a quick thanks, rhett's attention was soon back on danny, mind snagging at something else she'd said. "so are you going to set up some kind of dinner and drinks combination, then jetset back across the seas? or at least visit for the holidays?"

#liadanashford #p: danny ashford

"You've never had tea with more than one flavor? I mean, most teas are usually a combo of two. Like Sleepytime? That has chamomile in it, but there's also like lemongrass in there too. If you ever come over, I'll make you a cup of tea that has multiple types in it. I have a black tea and tiger's eye mix that's delicious." Sarah said, already planning the little tea party in her head. "No, not really. But you're such a sweetheart, so it makes sense." This was a tease but they were both in happy moods with their smoothies. "Right? Like I like the summer because my birthday is in the summer but it just gets unbearable with the heat. Like you can add more layers when it's cold but you can't take your skin off."

"never tried it." not because he was against it, but just because that wasn't something he normally grabbed at a store. or a cafe. he was lazy, he stood in a line for iced coffee and called it a day, but he wasn't against trying it out - especially not when sarah was willing to ease and pay along with his own self-hype. "see, i think so, too! i'm glad you get the connection." he said appreciatively, well aware that he could be a dick sometimes. it was worth it, really, because of all the times he was a damn delight. "exactly. there's always ways to warm up, but it's not practical to stand inside a freezer when you're hot. and it sounds like you just like your birthday, not summer. mine was last month, what about yours?"

#making the discovery that he is probably the kind of guy that does not shut up about his birthday #like what do you mean it's not a holiday that deserves a week of celebration?#p: sarah goldstein #sarahvgoldstein

Location: Mug Shot Cafe Open Starter @windsorbaystarters

It was mid-morning, and Davina had another hour to kill before picking up Tabby at her little camp program at the preschool. It was a bit of a drive from her house, but it was well worth the practice run before she started going more regularly in the fall. It would be easier then, when she was there for a few more hours, to go back home, but the camp was a much shorter day. Graham was down for his nap in his stroller, and she was enjoying her cup of coffee without being interrupted by one of the kids. She felt a shadow come over her and glanced up, a smile on her lips. "Oh, sure, you can take a seat. I always forget how busy it gets in here during the day."

"just waiting for them to make my drink, then i'll be out of your way." rhett promised, not sure he'd ever seen the place as such a madhouse. he knew that people said it was cheaper to just make your coffee at home, but he'd never stopped to wonder about if it was faster or not as well. definitely seemed like it would have been, and rhett forced down a yawn as he rubbed at one side of his face, beard prickling against his palm. casting a glance at the woman whose morning he'd interrupted, his eyes naturally followed to the baby stroller right next to her and the infant passed out in it. rhett didn't know anything about babies, but he could tell it was still just that - a baby and not a toddler. "i'm amaze that one's still asleep with all the noise in here." rhett commended for the sake of being friendly, the whirring of a blender starting up in the background to make his point.

#davinafordbronson

My birthday was last week and my parents surprised me with this really nice bird feeder, since I've been transforming into an old woman with a bird obsession. I got it set up in the perfect place in my backyard and even got really excited when I saw my first bird flutter to and from the feeder. However a few hours later, I went out into my backyard only to find a squirrel with its greedy little paws digging through the bird seed. Now I feel like I need to take the next step and invest in a squirrel feeder so all the little critters in my backyard are happy. Is this what being a Disney princess feels like? @windsorbaystarters

that was more than rhett had expected when he asked if she needed help with a twenty pound bag of bird seed, and all he could do for a moment was blink at her as he tried to process it. "i'll be honest with you. i normally associate disney princesses with rats instead of birds." mice, whatever. it wasn't like he spent that much time talking about disney movies, much less thinking about them, and he was sure that she could figure it out. "isn't a squirrel feeder just a normal bird feeder with some corn on the top? seems like it would just encourage them to me." he was just taking a guess because even if he worked out in the farmlands now, most of rhett's life was spent in concrete jungles and he wasn't familiar with the find art of caring for birds. or squirrels.

#avanguyen #p: ava nguyen

"Oh, the angry little leprechauns, surely," she replied with a grin that asked how he could ask such a ridiculous question in the first place. "You ever read Irish poetry? It's awash with equal parts beautiful language and the ripest insults you've ever heard of. Even the stuff from, like, the fifteenth century is bloody brutal." At his admission, her jaw fell into an incredulous gap, not a wink of sleep left in her eyes. "You don't know where you come from? That's crazy. Here I thought you were at least part porcupine." She went to tussle the soft ends of the top of his hair, the comment meant both in jest toward his personality and his barber's workmanship. A laugh broke out before he had a chance to recoil or swat her away. "Potluck, hey? I reckon you've got some German sausage in you - the stoic machoism and that." Another dramatic attempt to draw laughter from him (the same way people played instruments to hear wonderful music), she puffed her chest out and planted her fists squarely on her hips, brow flattening to finish off the mocking pose of masculinity. Then it softened, as a genuine curiosity wrapped itself around her expression instead. "Do you not know much about your family, then? Not even your grandparents?" Plonking her elbow onto the table in response to his, she rested her chin in her palm, settling in for the first round of drinks. "Well, for starters, you could not allow me to fall asleep in the streets, as you say," she replied, gaze cast from the bar to him in an attentive sweep, "and quit talking like you're a thousand years older than me, loosen up and have one, simple pint with me before we drag our old, decrepit thirty-something bodies to bed like reasonable grown-ups on a Saturday night."

"i'm flattered you think i'm the kind of guy that knows poetry, let alone who wrote it." the fact he'd probably managed to correctly quote oscar wilde was besides the point. there were certain quotes in life that people just knew, like he knew that emily dickinson wrote about death and a carriage ride even though he'd never read it. "if i had to guess, i could probably come up with three quotes by poets and get them right, so don't quiz me on it any time soon. but i thought that being bloody was a requirement for anything medieval?" he was pretty sure that the fifteen century was covered under medieval. again, history was not his thing, but he would happily bastardize it for a laugh. "you're not even going to give me hedgehog? straight to porcupine?" rhett laughed, leaning down obligingly to make up for their height difference and shaking his head some to further ruffle it against her fingers. he could blame it on the late hour for the way he kept laughing, but it would be a lie. something about liadan made the evening feel electric, giddy amusement jolting through him in electronic pulses. it was a good thing they didn't have drinks yet, otherwise rhett had the feeling that her perfect timing would have him choking on his beer. "it's overwhelming, isn't it? i'm sure i'm the most stoic german sausage you've ever seen. have to be with that stance," he joked, waving a hand to encompass all of her. he'd figured that would be the end of it, another topic ending on a light, unserious note, so it was a surprised when she asked about his grandparents. "you know what, let's get a drink and then i'll start working out my genealogy. oi, two of whatever's on tap, please." he faked an accent for the drink request, just so liadan could tell him how terribly he was doing. "take you home, got it. and excuse you, i'm thirty-four and as loose as a slinky, so i don't know who you're calling decrepit." now if he was a reasonable grown up was something that really depended on who you talked to, but as stupid as it sounded, rhett did feel like windsor bay was making him change. whether it was because of different opportunities or because people looked at him different because of his name, he didn't know, but rhett had never felt as observed as he did there. maybe that was why he liked spending time with liadan so much, she paid attention, but without acting like he was a specimen in a fish tank. "so you're right about the german. i don't know much about either side of my family, pretty much avoided learning about the sinclair side as much as i can, but i know we have a knack for scandal." he started talking, reaching for a bowl of peanuts on the bar and starting to crack them open, putting the shells in a neat pile in front of himself, but the peanuts on a napkin in front of liadan. "but on my mom's? there's some german somewhere. i have a couple memories of my grandma, like i know we made marzipan together one time, and she told me a story about christmas markets, but i don't know where in germany and i don't know when they came over. i know my mom and i moved around a lot, but we always stayed in the states. your turn now."

#oh my gooood #i knew she was a chef in one of her latest movies but that's neat #so that should give you a lot of ammo #also i am sorry he would not shut up so ignore how long this is #liadanashford #p: danny ashford

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#His truck is terrible beat up junk #his bike is better

"Hmm, I'm not sure. I think the one about Egypt was yellow but green I'm not sure. Honestly we could google it, but the heat makes me feel lazy." She said, flopping onto the small table in the smoothie shop. The cheap formica felt cool on her forehead. "Yes, I know what chamomile smells like, I have a box in my kitchen. I like it when I can't sleep. I don't like it plain though, I usually prefer it mixed with something like mint. Or like, a green tea blend." She laughed, watching him try to explain what sounded like an apothecary or something out of a book. "Yeah, that's where the psychological part you mentioned comes in. Can you enjoy a hot beverage fully, if you're not experiencing all the parts of it? Stuff like that is convenient for work but you do lose something in using them. Not to mention that I always burn my tongue when I use mine, because I don't realize how hot the drink is because I can't feel the heat."

"not that big of a deal, is it?" rhett said, brushing it off as if he hadn't just been thinking about doing that very thing. "wait, you mix it? that's not some kind of tea sin? i've heard about adding sugar, cream, honey… but not another tea. i figured if you wanted mint in tea, you drank mint tea." he remembered his nice russian neighbor making tea all the time and how it would make the kitchen smell like spices, but if he ever tried it, then rhett didn't remember anymore. "i know sweet tea is better than unsweet, but i have a sweet tooth, so are we surprised?" giving an exaggerated shrug, rhett grabbed his drink and took another sip before slumping back in his chair. "that is a forgotten danger, burning your tongue on it. didn't think about that. but things always seem worse when it's dealing with something hot. hot weather is worse than cold weather, hot drinks when it's hot are worse than cold drinks when it's cold."

#p: sarah goldstein #sarahvgoldstein

"You know very well I am a delightful half-and-half situation," the warm summer air tossed her words for her on a clothesline of laughter that seemed endless and free of charge. "I've got all the temper and fire of the spud-heads and all the class and snobbery of the Brits. I'm basically a white bread sandwich with a hot chili paste potato in the middle." Danny certainly had missed the genetic line of English quietness; calling her a 'chatty cathy' was nothing more than an accurate observation, which she adored. The Ashford house (and subsequently O'Brien extensions) had always been one of volume, chaos, multicolour. The walls burst at the seams with energy and enthusiasm that she had no choice but to let sink into her very bones. "Yeah, I know what Bisquik is, I'm not a monster. I also know how to make a proper pancake with actual flour, like an adult." Happily skipping alongside him into the pub, she bent into a dramatic half-curtsey. "Sir," she giggled. Leading the way toward a high table, the kind where her measly five-foot-four legs would swing off the side of the equally tall barstool, Danny sent a grin over her shoulder to him. "Aw, you think 'cheers' is cute? I suppose it kind of is - the English are conditioned to be so ruddy polite at every turn, we have a whole subset of language just to respond to normal conversation in a pleasant way." She slid up onto the stool with a half-hop and swung her leg crossover the other, gently banging a fist on the tabletop. "I'm ready to get good and pissed, barkeep."

snorting at the way that liadan made herself sound like creamer, rhett opened his mouth to tell her as much and ended up choking on laughter instead as she kept going, her description of her heritage a shock to the system. "so which side gives you that colorful descriptive power of yours?" he asked, delighted as he tried to envision it. he didn't even know what a chili paste potato was, he assumed a baked potato with chili instead of sour cream, but it was fascinating either way. "i'd need to take one of those genealogy tests to tell you what i am, 23 and me or something. just call me a potluck until then." what was that story about the starving village? rhett had no idea if it had a name, he just remembered it had a stranger show up and promise to make a magical stew, and all he really did was trick everyone into sharing their food to give him ingredients. the moral was supposed to e about working together, but whatever. "guess that means i'm not a proper adult, but we're not really surprised by that, are we?" it wasn't that rhett was incapable of feeding himself, he could scramble up some eggs and add hot sauce just fine, but pancakes? just buy them frozen like a normal, non culinary educated person. pulling out two barstools for them, rhett quickly propped an elbow on the table in a way that some distant voice told him wasn't polite table manners, and hummed. "but are you really being polite, or is it that backhanded politeness? you know, where you're being cutting, but no one can say a thing because of how you said it?" as far as he knew, the british really were polite, but he wasn't british, so what did he know? "you're just determined to end up sleeping in the streets somewhere, huh? what am i going to do with you?" he teased, even as he looked around to catch someone's eye so they could get the first round coming. "oh, there we go."

#shout out to her being a kitchen disaster in your gif that's cute #liadanashford #p: danny ashford

"Yes, but that's still saying extra words! You could just be normal and say bin, like the rest of us. Half the words, half the time. Aren't you Americans always trying to be faster, more efficient? Isn't that, like, your whole thing, being better than everyone else?" Nothing satisfied like a good ribbing at the American culture - even more so since she was born here, spent the first few years of her life here, and had returned under the request of her father, who had built his entire life from the lineage that planted roots here. An exaggerated cross between incredulous and disgusted zigzagged her expression, and she found the next laugh seeped out between teeth and tongue. "Bis? Because that's idiotic. That sounds like business, not biscuit. Biccy is cute, it makes you feel good, like a biscuit does. It's basically science." She took a happy hop-skip up the step to the pub entrance, more gleeful about the idea of getting a drink in her than she'd been before she sat down. Something about the nap and the company seemed to reset the world's clock in her mind. "What, am I a game now? You push the button and she spits out English slang for you, aye? Bevvy. There's one. Short for beverage. Satisfied? Now get me a cold suds, please."

"better than everyone else, really? i thought that's why the english kept colonizing, because they were superior?" he scoffed. history wasn't his strong suit (school in general had not been his strong suit), but that didn't mean rhett wouldn't drag her. or take the piss, as he thought the Europeans said. "and before you start, you're irish, not english, i know." and in america, but whatever, there were better things to argue about than what country was most obsessed with themselves - like debating short hand. "no, no, no, that's biz! bizzzzzz. like a buzzing bee, biz. bis is like bisquick, i'm telling you. you do know what bisquick is, right?" that was a real question, since he didn't know what products were available overseas, much less what they were called - the only digestive he knew about was a laxative, after all. "yep, you're just a regular chatty cathy doll to me." holding open the door for her and letting the music wash over them, one corner of rhett's mouth curved up in a grin at her as they made their way inside. "that sounds like a plan to me, one bev for the doll. hey, you know what's cute to me? how people just say 'cheers' in conversation. makes them seem all happy and supportive."

#liadanashford #p: danny ashford

"Yes! But mine was red! I loved running my fingers across the cover because it felt like scales. I knew others existed but I only had the dragon one." Sarah blurted out happily, wiggling a little. What a crazy thing to remember. "Exactly, and who doesn't want that?" She agreed, nodding at Rhett. When she was cold, having a mystical creature to keep the fire going would be so cool. "Maybe it's because it relaxes you? Like coffee is hot sure, but it's purpose isn't warmth, it's more energy. Like if I was cold I'd drink tea or hot chocolate. Not coffee. Coffee is for waking up and staying awake."

"red, there we go. but hey, i remembered. but what was the green one…" was that the pirate one? rhett was sure there were more than just two, but he couldn't remember any of the others. not that he really care, but he was tempted to look it up anyway just to see how much he was remembering right and how much he was wrong about - but maybe later on when he was alone and sarah wouldn't know what he'd messed up on. "maybe? maybe it's a psychological thing, you could be right. i'm still new to the hot tea thing, the closest i've come to that is having chamomile shoved at me when i was sick, and that stuff smells like - you ever been in a place that sells herbs? not like chives, but mallowroot and shit, herbs that sound made up. that's the smell. it's weird. you know what else is weird? insulated mugs. sure, they keep your drink warm, but it doesn't keep your hands warm, it's not right."

#p: sarah goldstein #sarahvgoldstein

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As of late, a lot of time was spent working, taking care of her twins, and making trips to the local pharmacy to pick up different oral medications for Alder, the youngest of the two twins. Today was no different, they were trialing him on different medications and this one seemed to be doing well, after a two week stint on it, they had placed an order for a thirty day supply of the liquid and she needed to pick it up. With her work bag thrown over her shoulder, she would admit, she had been distracted. "Hmm, oh sorry!" Glancing up at the person she had just run into, "I didn't mean to..." Taking a breath to compose herself, "I wasn't paying attention, that's my fault." Giselle admitted, "I got distracted by well, it doesn't really matter." As she glanced around, still not to the back of the pharmacy to pick up medicine. Good thing about this place you could pick up all different little things. Glancing down she noticed something on the floor, bending down to pick it up. "Did I knock these out of your hands?" Asking because she didn't want to put it back up on the shelf if it was the person's. "I apologize again, you think oh I'll take two seconds to run into the pharmacy, maybe pick up a few extra things." Since this place did have a little stock of well, everything, "And suddenly your distracted by a work e-mail." Tucking her phone into her back pocket and adjusting her bag over her shoulder.

nosy as he was, rhett wasn't paying that much attention to the people in a pharmacy because why bother? it was just after work time for the nine to five crowd, everyone was in there picking up their cutesy kid bandaids and chewy vitamin supplements, then rushing out, so hardly interesting and not his pick of location for people watching. personally, rhett himself hadn't gone on the clock yet that day, he was just doing a few hours that night for closing, so maybe he should have been paying more attention and then he wouldn't have been as surprised when someone knocked into him, causing him to fumble and drop his toothbrush.

"hey, no damage. wasn't paying attention, either, now was i?" she may have bumped into him, but it wasn't like rhett couldn't have moved if he'd seen her and that huge bag of her coming. it looked like a beach sack to him and as a guy that once had a grandma swing her purse at him, he fully believed in bags as a welcome. "besides, if all it takes is one drop to stop an electric toothbrush from working, it's not the one for me. i'm not the most together guy in the mornings." he added in an undertone, as if telling her a secret. "seems like you have more on your mind than just shopping, at least you're not one of those corporate types that just runs all over everyone in their high heels."

#gisellegoldstein #p: giselle goldstein

Clouds left behind by the all-but-narcoleptic episode dissipated the moment he had her light on her feet, spinning her round as if to shake the dust from her eyes and the corners of her mind. Though they'd only known each other a short while, Danny felt a kinship with his rascally attitude and impulsive nature. They were rebels of different breeds, but cut from the same cloth. "I don't make it a point to hang out by landfills, no," she laughed, "though that explains a bit more about you." A weightlessness found the cadence of her step. The bright cocktail of an accidental cat nap, good company, and the promise of booze beckoned her smile. "Oi, did he?" Her eyes playfully challenged the attribution, not that she could definitively say whether he was right or not. "Ugh, Americans always thinking there's a direct vernacular equivalent, like your trash cans," she teased him with a nasally interpretation of the American accent, "Rubbish bin is redundant for most Brits. You throw rubbish into the bin. We're just lazy and like to shorten words as much as possible. Biscuit? Biccy. Breakfast? Brekkie. Everything's got a nickname."

"you know me, i'm just full of surprises," rhett threw back, smile sharp and rogueish, undaunted by her laughter and instead thriving on it. he'd always been a showboat, but he was also someone that enjoyed a give and take and that was what things always felt like with danny, a call and response of teasing that never left anyone feeling sore at the other. even when he wrinkled his nose at her terrible accent, it was in jest. "you know that we americans put our trash in cans, right?, some things are named for what they're used for. like walkie talkie, that's not stealthy." he pointed out, warming up to the subject. "i'm not sure i believe you with that. i can understand brekkie, but biccy? sounds like you're trying to be cutesy about a pet lighter. and why not bis? you know, like gonna grab a bis for brekkie or something." but it was like that joke, how do you get dick from richard, some nicknames just made no damn sense and rhett wasn't about to try to understand it. his name was simple, easy, just five letters long and not easy to shorten, and the said went for his middle name. well, okay, that part was two syllables, but he wasn't the kind of guy that went by his middle name, so it didn't matter. "go on, keep telling me some of these nicknames. do you have one for drinks?" rhett asked, guiding her towards the bar door.

#liadanashford #p: danny ashford

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