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gusflowers

[Gus smirks.] Yeah, I s’pose you’re correct.

[He scratches the back of his neck.’ M’bad with names. That’s why cat’s just cat.

Isis? Um. Sara. Bessie Smith. Hazel. Mary Ann. Peggy Day. Sally Gal. Lily, Rosemary, and the Jack of Hearts.

sorin-corstache

[Sorin laughs.]

The Jack of Hearts. I like that.

[He leans down to the dog.] What do you think?

#c #august

cataleya-moseley

Especially when they’ve been drinking.

[Cat shrugs.] I’m not the biggest fan of football neither. Never played it or watched it - that goes to show how English I am.

[She nods a little as he explains, letting out a soft ‘huh’ of a noise.] Romania - like Vlad the Impaler, yeah? That’s fun. I know what that’s like, not going home - I left Colombia when I was six, and I’ve only been back once.

Sorin. It’s nice to properly meet you - I’m Cat.

sorin-corstache

[Sorin laughs.] Yeah, like Vlad the Impaler.

I want to go back, but it's just not in the cards yet. What's Colombia like? Other than the move from Romania to here, I haven't traveled.

Lovely to meet you, Cat. [He gave her a smile.]

#c #cat

cataleya-moseley

Fingers crossed. Then it’ll go back to “have you ever met the Queen!?” and all that shit.

Yeah, thank god for that. Means I can just stand and glare. [Cat considers it for a moment before shrugging.] Sure, why not. You’re lucky - both of mine were and they both did terribly, from what I’ve gathered.

[She sets a pair of glasses down and fills them both, sliding one across the counter, keeping the other for herself. She holds it up briefly in a toasting kind of gesture before she knocks it back, swallowing hard as she sets the empty glass down.]

Where are you from, then? Somewhere Europey?

sorin-corstache

Oh god people are idiots. [Sorin said, chuckling.]

Maybe I should consider myself lucky then. I'm not a huge soccer fan. I like to play it more than I like to watch it.

[He grins as she sets two glasses down and pours God knows what into them. He toasts back before taking the shot with barely a wince and setting the glass down, fiddling with it with his fingers.]

Yeah, Eastern-Europey. I'm Romanian, though I've been here most of my life. Still have a soft spot for it even though I haven't been back.

I'm Sorin, by the way. I don't think I've ever introduced myself.

#c #cat

billy-mcclain

I think people just like to hope for things. Gets ‘em through the day. Make a’ the world go ‘round.

sorin-corstache

It doesn't help anything though. Just sitting around and hoping for good things.

#c #billy

cataleya-moseley

Oh, I can tell.

[She shrugs.]

About as happy as you can be pouring drinks. Though only one person has tried to talk to me about Fifa tonight, so I’m happier than I thought I’d be.

sorin-corstache

Well the World Cup is over now, so I imagine that number will continue to go down.

Seems slow for the Friday. Are you interested in taking a shot with me? To the end of the World Cup? Where my home country was not present.

#c #cat

cataleya-moseley

Well aren’t you cheerful?

sorin-corstache

I'm in a pretty pleasant mood, yeah.

How are you?

#c #cat

#ribstarter

gusflowers

[Gus takes his coat off as he enters Sorin’s apartment, which he’d been in more often than not these days. He shrugged a little when Sorin asked for input on her name, though smiled at the idea of it.]

Um. I dunno. She’s your pup. I’d probably name her after a Bob Dylan song ‘er somethin, you probably wouldn’t want that.

sorin-corstache

[Sorin flopped onto the floor by the couch, the puppy running over to him and licking his face.]

See? Worth it. Dogs are the best.

[He shrugs.] I don't know what to name her.

#c #august

gusflowers

[Gus’ heart gets a little sore at the big smile on Sorin’s face. Since Dodger died the guy hasn’t really seemed that happy… well, to be honest, since Gus had known him he’d never really seen him that happy, but it was a sight to see now.]

Perfect. She’s perfect.

sorin-corstache

[It took about an hour to get all the paperwork sorted out, but the dog was healthy and perfect and free to go with the two men. She was timid toward people on the street and so Sorin opted to carry her the short distance to the subway and back to the apartment.]

What do you think we she call her? [Sorin asked, unlocking the apartment and setting the puppy down to explore.]

#c #august

gusflowers

[Gus smiles a little.] Yeah. They do. S’a nice way’a sayin’ it.

[He trails after Sorin, watching his face more than he’s looking at the black and white border collie puppy. He goes all gooey and it just makes Gus grin stupidly.] Yea, she’s real cute. You wan’ her.

sorin-corstache

It's the best way of saying it.

[Sorin turns toward Gus with a kind of silly grin.]

Yeah, I really do. What do you think?

#c #august

gusflowers

[Gus follows Sorin to the shelter. The trip is quiet, as they usually both are, but amazingly enough, not awkward. Gus frequently looks up to catch Sorin’s eye, smiling every once in awhile.

Finally they’re at the shelter, looking around at all the dogs.]

My neighbor growin’ up had that kind’a dog. He got kinda rowdy.

sorin-corstache

All dogs are rowdy to an extent. They just like living.

[Sorin walks over to the kennel, reaching a hand out to the dog who whimpered a bit before licking his hand. Sorin kind of melted.]

I like him. [He glanced at the sign on the kennel.] Or rather, her.

#c #august

gusflowers

[Gus smiles again.] Yeah, let’s go. You lead the way, I still dunno where the hell I’m goin’ in this city.

sorin-corstache

[Sorin grabs his keys and they head out, catching the subway to the shelter that Sorin volunteers at sometimes. He greets the woman working and she lets them into the kennel area.]

[Sorin shoves his hands in his pockets and looks around at the dogs.]

He's cute.