running and running and running

Thea Chase. Twenty Four. I see dead people. "Come one, come all. Come to me. For me, death is but a door yet to be opened. A passageway that can be peered through. I am no trickster, no con artist. I am here to share your words of farewell to loved ones lost, to say what should have been said in life. Come to me, find your peace." - Advert from the Seattle Express

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“And patronizing the dead is useless.” Miguel countered, though it surprised him how he was able to talk back to someone in the kind of state he was in. Tired, slightly on edge from meeting a stranger and seeing a ghost…and now he was talking back to a drunk woman? He must have been feeling especially cheeky tonight. His focus remained on the woman, however, and examined her as she seemed to be doing the same to him. A hint of confusion filled his eyes before his hand lightly reached out and pushed on her shoulder so they stood an arm’s length apart. Miguel was a bit claustrophobic and didn’t quite like people getting up in his face like that. There was no reason for anyone to be like that, even if they were drunk. “Right, I’ll remember that next time I have the funds to properly go shopping. And perhaps you should take a lesson on personal space.” The man commented lightly, barely above a mumble in case the girl decided to fight him on it.

Meeting someone who was indeed the same level of crazy as you were was some wild sort of relief. It washed over Miguel like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders, and before he’d realized it, his hands were on either side of her shoulders pulling her close. “This might sound strange but I am very relieved right now that I’m not the only person who seems crazy talking to nothing.” A laugh escaped his lips, which it so rarely did before hugging the stranger in his arms rather tightly, sprouting off various prayers in Spanish. He doubted she’d understand, and he forgot for a good minute and a half that this was in fact a stranger he had been hugging. Miguel pulled away, his hands still on her shoulders as he frowned and shook his head. “I am sorry, I did not mean to be so forward, I’m just…relieved. All your life you’ve seen these things? I can’t simply imagine…” Trailing off, the man let go of her and sighed lightly, still shaking his head. This was a damn godsend right? This was someone looking out for him and sending him answers so he’d feel less alone in this world. It had to be… “Hold on, you can’t drink more, can you? Not without tipping over.”

“True. But it can be fun... well, unless they patronise you back, that’s not so good.” She bites her lip with a small shrug. As he pushes her back, she forces a child-like pout, purposefully leaning against his arm before her intoxicated state causes her to stumble off to the side. With a giggle, she lets the dizziness take her, before she manages to straighten herself up again in an attempt to look something close to sober. “Personal space? Schmersonal space... isn’t that how the old saying goes? No? Well, I don’t care, anyway.” She grins broadly, placing a hand at her hip. “Just remember the green.”

She’s momentarily stunned into silence as he pulls her in for a hug - something of a rarity, for Thea - and at first her body stiffens in defence. She wasn’t used to being the one caught off guard, or the one who was receiving rather than jokingly offering the physical touch. She doesn't know how to respond, until she forces herself to calm down. This wasn’t a monster she had to be afraid of, or, at least he didn’t seem so. He seemed... as genuine as she could tell through her alcohol filled haze. So, she manages an exhale, the muscles of her shoulders relaxing ever so slightly. “Yeah, yeah. You’re not the only one in the madness. Or, maybe we’re both crazy and just happen to be sharing the same hallucinations.” She points out with a smirk, finally meeting his eyes when he holds her back. Despite her usual air of humour, it was nice, somehow, to meet someone like her. Though, she knew she should be careful - if her brother were here, he’d tell her to leave now before any damage could be done. It wasn’t good for others to know, he’d always said, but... her brother wasn’t here, and for the moment it was nice not to be alone, with someone who didn’t know her as a con artist.

“It’s okay. I understand.” The first genuine smile in a while crosses her lips, with a slight nod her head. “All my life, yeah, and they’ve not always been nice ones, either. But, you get used to them after a while. I suppose you know that by now though.” She chuckles at his final comment, tapping the hip flask with her fingers, the metallic sound chiming with each beat. “That sounds almost like a challenge.” She raises an eyebrow, before taking a quick, bitter swig from the bottle and then holding it out to him.

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He could have pretended to be more apologetic than he truly was, but Miguel couldn’t seem to find the energy tonight. It had been a long day at work, and he’d even tried filling out a couple application to the hospital before promptly giving up on it. Getting back into medicine just seemed silly now, being as old as he was. Too old to start now, his brain was far less malleable than it had been before, even with his photographic memory. So of course the man was tired, and he really didn’t want to have to put up with a drunk woman tonight. That, and ghosts, which seemed to always be in his way. “My apologize, but he man looked far less in the mood for fashion advance than I am, clearly.” It was slightly sarcastic, a tone he didn’t use often with stranger. Perhaps his guard came down a little because of how tired he really was.

Miguel took a couple steps back when the woman vastly approached him, though it did no good. A pole stopped him from moving any further, and the woman stopped right in his personal space to examine the blue t-shirt he wore on his body. He had never really cared about what he wore, the man hardly had fashion sense, that he knew. But no one had really commented on it until this woman did tonight. Frowning down at his shirt, he tried his best not to look awkward about just how close she was to his face. “Uh…I’m sure that’s bad, right?” Oh, now she was being serious? It seemed strange to him that she switched topics so quickly, especially when it was rather obvious that yes, he had seen the ghost too. “Y-Yes, I saw him. I wouldn’t lie about that, not when it’s obvious you saw him too. I didn’t realize there were so many people out there that could. I haven’t really met another person that could see them before.” Come to think of it he hadn’t met another person in town or in Tijuana that could see ghosts. It didn’t occur to him how miraculous this was until the woman started speaking about it. “So you see them too? For how long, exactly? It’s been six years for me, I feel like I’m going crazy.”

“Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, you know.” She says with a mischievous glint to her eyes, a broad grin spreading across her features, despite the man’s clear lack of amusement. She didn’t care, she merely laughed along with herself. The grin only spread further the more he stepped back from her, taking his obvious discomfort as a personal challenge. She chuckles, raising an eyebrow before glancing him up and down, making a dramatic show of feigned concentration. “Hmm. I think green. You should wear green. It’ll suit your eyes. Not bright green, a deep green. Like trees.” She nods her head firmly. “Remember that - green. You’ll look hot - you can thank me later.”

She continues to watch him with that sudden mask of seriousness, searching for any sort of deception in his manner. He doesn’t seem to be lying, and she’d found herself to be a good judge of that sort of thing with her years of lying herself. It takes one to know one, didn’t they say? “You see them too.” She confirms, and for a second there’s a slight, genuine smile - she’d rarely met anyone else, like her. And, despite her line of work, there were was no one who truly, really knew what she could see, apart from her brother. And he didn’t always understand. “All my life, or at least as long as I can remember. Maybe we are going crazy.” She smirks; it certainly did seem that way sometimes, anyway. Part of her begins to wonder if this is a good idea - people knowing things like this tended to lead to trouble, but it seemed to be too late for that now. He’d seen her, after all. She takes a drunken stumble backwards, still, freeing him from her closeness. “Or maybe I’m just still drunk. Fancy a shot?” She asks, reaching into her bag to retrieve her usual hip flask.

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Miguel’s shift at Juan’s Store had dragged on a little late tonight. He found himself walking through the streets in near pitch black darkness aside from the street lamps which lit part of his way home. Unfortunately he’d missed the last bus that could drop him off just a block away from his Aunt’s house, now he had to walk twenty minutes home. Luckily he had Letty for company, who stayed close to him and held his hand. Somehow, he wasn’t really sure how, she’d learn to do that in the past six years of being dead. She was able to grasp his palm and intertwine their fingers as if here in person, still alive. It gave Miguel some ease as he walked, his free hand tightened around one strap of his backpack.

He heard the woman yelling from across the street before he really saw her. Letty continued to pull him along, even told him to ignore it, but he just…couldn’t. The woman was taunting someone about their appearance, which seemed rather rude to him. But when he looked a little farther down the road, he saw who- or rather what, she was talking to. A ghost. Frowning, Miguel whispered to Letty for her to leave, thinking perhaps this woman might taunt his sister next. She protest for a minute, but left when he insisted and crossed the street to speak to the mysteriously loud woman. “Hey, he’s just an old man, and besides he’s wearing a button down. Gonna pick on someone’s appearance, pick on me. I’m wearing a blue shirt with red shoes, this hardly matches.” Maybe if he could distract her from the ghost, the man could walk away in peace.

Hearing the voice further down the street, Thea gave a disgruntled look as she tilted her head toward the source, eyes struggling to focus on the figure which was nearing her. Not that she cared much right now - though, in her moment of distraction, the spirit at her side takes his opportunity to disappear from view. She feels the distinct shift in the air as the ghost makes his exit, the sensations he’d grown long used to. “Hey! No, wait- I was going to give you some really good tips-” Too late, he was gone. Thea tilts her head back to Miguel, raising an eyebrow at him with an expression somewhere between a frown and amusement. “Well, you just deprived that old man of some excellent fashion advice.” She tuts, shaking her head.

Though, this guy did have a point about the blue shirt and red shoes. She takes a few steps near him, forgetting about the concept of personal space in her drunken stupor, as she prods him on the shoulder of said shirt, giving it an inspective glance. “You’re right. You’re in much greater need than him. Although I feel you may even be beyond my expert help.” She releases a tipsy chuckle, before her face suddenly becomes serious midway through a burst of laughter. “Wait... you saw him?” She struggles to make sense through the haziness of the alcohol, eyes focusing in intently upon this man, looking for any evidence of lying. “And, don’t lie to me, I’m as much an expert of the truth as I am of fashion.” 

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The bitter after bite of whiskey clawed at her throat, as she stumbled through the streets of Port Ashborne, each step less easy than the last. She sensed the spirit before she saw it, even through the fuzzy cloud of her intoxicated state, eyes blinking to seek out the familiar ghosty figure at the other side of the alley. Usually, this would be an occasion for her to put her head down and move on - but, as well as a lack of balance, alcohol seemed to have also given her a sense of fearlessness. Grinning, she laughs loudly, eyes finally focusing in on the less than friendly looking face of the elderly dead man that sneered at her. “Wow. Look what the cat dragged in - and I thought I looked bad tonight! You’d think with all of eternity to sulk around, you ghosties would find some sort of fashion sense.”

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Stood beneath a ‘Find Your Kinnection’ banner, Thea can’t help her smirk as she looked around at all the hopeless idiots who swarmed around the area, filling through the marquees and booths. Thea, of course, had no intention of locating her soul mate tonight - but, she was never one to turn down the opportunity for a party. Still, the night was cool, and the champagne she’d drank hadn’t been enough to dull the cold - so, she makes her way over to one of the outdoor heaters, running her hands over her bare arms as she spots someone who’d had the same idea as her. She tilts her head, raising an eyebrow towards them, chuckling only briefly. “So, found your soul mate, yet?” She didn’t bother to hide her scepticism. 

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“I know a guy.” During his travel, despite his lack of social skills, he has met some mediums who focus on locating others like him. They have different reasons, but it comes in handy. The only problem is that sometimes you gotta see them to know if they are real or not. “Feelings, huh.” He hums, tilting his head to the side. At least she is forthcoming… only partially, he suspects. Some mediums can read minds. If she were one, however, she would have known that he is doubting her already. “What kind of feelings do you get from me?” questions him, narrowing his eyes subtly. As much as she is observing him, he is observing her.

He holds back a snort at her vague statement. He is a doctor. He is quite used to death. He is interested in somewhere else, especially souls and how they connect to bodies. “Peace is not the reason why I’m here. I don’t need solace” He states curtly. “I’m looking for people who know how possession works.” He peers at her, lets her take a step back. But he doesn’t reassure her that he won’t hurt her either. Honestly his patience is running out. Fake psychics have wasted too many time of his. He doesn’t know how he would react to yet another disappointment.

“You’re not the only one who can sense the “beyond our realm”. And there’s no spirit in this room.” He blurts out the truth whether she believes him or not. “So is it because you’re warding them off, or ‘cause you just don’t notice? At any rate, you should know I’m not here to play your game.”

“That so.” She raises an eyebrow at him, not particularly convinced by the vagueness of his answer, but she decides to let it slip. She didn’t want to seem too on edge - she had nothing to fear her, not yet, she’d only just got here. Her own paranoia was going to get her and her brother run out of town, if she wasn’t careful. She observes him curiously, then smiles faintly at his question. A challenge, already. Her eyes remain on him before she replies, taking him in. “Well, you’re guarded. That’s pretty obvious. You’ve lost someone, and you’ve learnt to mask yourself in order to deal with that loss.” She folds her arms behind her back, hands clasping together. “Pain can be hidden, but it’s always clear if you look hard enough. Who was it?”

His next statements cause her eyebrows to raise, his sentence settling in. If he knew about possessions, then he knew about ghosts. If he knew about ghosts... then he was probably seeing through all her bullshit. Something visibly shifts in her demeanour, the kindness she’d learnt to fake slipping from her expression almost immediately. “Possessions?” She states, continuing to keep some space between the pair of them. In all honesty, her knowledge on that matter was limited - most of it, she’d learnt from the whisperings of ghosts themselves, or from the words of her brother. He was always better at learning that sort of stuff than she. But... this could be an opportunity. “I know what you’re talking about. I’ve witnessed it before.” She states, eyes turning to him. “If that’s what you’re here for... I can help you.”

A small smirk appears at her lips, and for the first time she relaxes ever so slightly. At least it was clear, despite his lack of any form of a smile, he wasn’t someone she’d conned in the past, come to her for revenge. She moves to one of the arm chairs in the room, sitting upon it with crossed legs. “You’re right, no spirits. I guess if we’re being honest with you, I’ll admit I never really liked them much - though I never really met the nicest ones.” She tilts her head, hanging a leg over the arm of the chair. After a second, she chuckles. “So, you see what I see. I’ve never really met many like me.”

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Freeze!

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“You know Lucas?” The crease that formed on her brow could only have been for the fact that indeed the description the girl gave was in fact Lucas. Getting some stranger to believe in love definitely sounded like idiotic thing her best friend and business partner would spew. Sighing lightly, Rachel shook her head and held a hand up towards Thea’s chest. “Don’t worry I hardly believe in any of that shit myself, but that boy can dream and dream…best not to crush it.” It did make her chuckle to think of her friend gushing about true love. Honestly, she didn’t know where he got it from. There was hardly a well standing relationship in Lucas’ life for him to base true love on, seeing as the only thing he had seen ended with quite a bang.

If the woman was lying, she was doing quite a good job of it. Then again a con artist would be good at lying…honestly, Rachel didn’t really care if she was or wasn’t a con artist or a ballerina, as long as she didn’t mess with her, her business or Lucas, Thea could do whatever she wanted to do. “Oh, so you’re trying to charm me now? Perhaps charm your way to a free lunch? Is that the con artist in you?” The business woman’s eyes narrowed playfully before she let out a soft chuckle. In all seriousness, businessman and woman could be con artist too, if they were fairly good at their jobs. Lawyers too, and pretty much anyone working for the government was a gutless sleaze bag.

“Really. Fascinating I know two sets of twins and most people haven’t even met one. What are the damn odds?” Great. More twins. Maybe she’d falls for this twin and this brother of hers would be her new best friend. Honestly though, fuck twins they were nothing but trouble in Rachel’s experience. “Good. I’ve got heels on and these shoes are not, made for walking.”

“I wouldn’t say I knew him. We met at a bar a few days ago. He seems an interesting character.” She says with a chuckle, folding her arms as she thought back. “I suppose it’s a good thing some of us are still able to dream. I gave up on all that a long time ago.” Thea observes Rachel, a small smile growing. “You don’t believe it, but you sell it to thousands in this app of yours every day? Are you sure you’re not a secret cupid like this partner of yours?” Thea raises an eyebrow before laughing, tucking her hands into her pockets.

Thea laughs again, the smile brightening once more upon her face. “Charm you? No. I was merely making... observations. Besides, if I wanted a free lunch that badly, the best tactic would probably be just to run off when you went to the bathroom whilst we were eating.” She points out, mischievous smirk appearing. “I suppose that could still happen, if I really am a con artist. So, are you going to take the risk?” She wiggles her eyebrows, looking over to Rachel with amusement. “They do say life’s a gamble.”

“You must be lucky. Double the fun - or, the trouble, depending on the twins.” Thea laughs, before pointing down the street. “Just round this corner. Don’t worry, your feet will be safe. All worth it for the noodles, anyway.”

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Asher raises a brow, but doesn’t question what she finds interesting. “Uh-huh…” He doesn’t understand the point in that joke personally, since Luke and he look basically the same. But others find it funny, apparently. “You’re supposed to be the psychic.” He shrugs, information he is rather skeptical of. If he is wasting his time, he is going to be pissed.

He enters the room, shoving hands in the pockets. He flops down on the couch. “No thanks.” He stares at her, scrutinizing her demeanor. He doesn’t push away her hand on the shoulder, merely narrowing his eyes at her. “Not really difficult.” He speaks candidly. “If you’re a psychic, you should know that.” He looks around the room, humming. “For a medium, you’re not that popular with ghosts, huh,” remarks him looking at her dead in the eyes.

At his lack of laughter - or, lack of anything, really - Thea can’t help but raise an eyebrow. This wasn’t going to be an easy one. At his next comment, she shrugs a shoulder, watching him carefully. “How did you hear about me?” She questions first, keeping her eyes trailed upon him, hiding the caution from her expression. “Psychic, perhaps... but I don’t claim to be able to read thoughts. I get feelings, of course, but my speciality is more involving of those that roam beyond our realm, beyond what most can see. The dead. Which, I’m sure, is why you’ve sought me out. That’s why most people do.”

She continues to watch him closely; there was something unusual about him, compared to the others that usual came seeking her out. They were normally grief stricken mothers, or sorrowful widowers. She wasn’t used to this - this complete lack of emotion in her presence. Instinctively, her line of sight tries towards the door, ensuring the pathway is clear enough for her to make a break for it should she need to. Her brother was going to kill her if their cover was blown in barely two weeks. “Most people find death difficult. I understand it can sometimes be hard to... comprehend. Hopefully, my abilities may be able to bring you some form of peace.”

She maintains her act, though her eyes narrow at his last remark, her head tilting to the side subtly. If the sirens weren’t going off in her head before, they certainly were now. She takes a slight step backwards from her position, regarding him from the further space. “And... how would you know that?”

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“The world isn’t perfect, darl” she retorted with a sweet smile, pointedly using the other girl’s word in a condescending manner “What can I say? Some of us are occasionally clumsy, some others just perpetually walk around with a huge stick up their ass” she finished with a nonchalant shrug. Tara’s smile and words were nowhere near being genuinely sweet in spite of the friendly way in which she spoke them.

She can’t help but purse her lips as the other girl mimics her, folding her arms instinctively over her chest. At first, it looks as if Thea isn’t going to respond to what Tara says. Rather than saying anything, she turns around, walking away through the crowd. However, seeing the first drunkard in her tracks, Thea is quick to grab the plastic cup of something from their hands, with an unapologetic smile. And then, she storms back through the riving, dancing huddle, spotting the head of dark hair with a smirk. Rather unconvincingly pretending to ‘fall over’, Thea aims the cup of cold liquid towards Tara’s back, hoping to spill the contents on her. It was petty, but right now she didn’t care. 

“Oops. Sorry. Maybe it’s that stick up my ass again.”

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“My type? I’m sure you haven’t seen my type.” The lightest laugh escaped his lips as he looked over towards her, wondering what it must look like for some man in their century talking about soulmates and love. It was quite stupid – some people didn’t believe in that. But Lucas just knew there was emotional compatibility between people that triggered ‘love’ endorphins. “Eh, your soul mate will find you, you don’t go looking for it if you don’t believe. It’ll happen.” With a slight shrug of his shoulders, he looked away from her and down at the drink in his hand with brows furrowed together. “I’m not. I know exists, I just don’t want it now. Just because you’re not ready for love doesn’t mean you don’t believe in it.” Slowly, his gaze raised to meet hers, a slight smile on his lips.

As she talks, he studies her in her manners and it piques his interest to wonder what kind of business she might be running. Lucas had went to bed with a few business sharks and he could pick apart the emotions of a person lying – everything came intertwined with emotions and if he concentrated hard enough, he could decipher it. But he wasn’t concentrating too much, he was drinking. “Pfft, I thought you of all people would know that people judge people no matter the circumstances. It’s what you put up a false pretense about yourself, right? If you own a business, that’s why it’s so successful,” he challenged, a smile on his face as he looked over at her. Lucas licked his lips for a quick moment before slowly nodding his head. “Alright, you care deeply, you say. Did you somehow get my full name at all during this conversation, Thea?”

Thea raises an eyebrow, smirk growing. “I’ve seen many types. We all fit into our boxes - and yours is pretty clear.” She said that just to annoy him, not even bothering to hide the amused grin that appeared at her lips as she spoke. Again, with the love talk. At least, this time she refrains from rolling her eyes - instead she just shakes her head, the disbelieving smile still in place. “Well, when my prince or princess charming comes storming into my life atop their trusty steed with their polished armour, I’ll be certain to let you tell me ‘I told you so.’ But, until then, I won’t be holding my breath.” She chuckles. She had no doubt that moment would ever come - ‘love’ outside of her brother was an entirely foreign concept. She’d accepted long ago she wasn’t the sort of person made for that sort of thing; she never felt it, and she was just as certain no one ever felt it about her. “I’m just saying, if you practice what you preach, people might buy this whole ‘true love’ crap a bit more. Even if you have to fake it - I’m sure that’d be some good advertising for your waste-of-time app thingy.”

She observes him with interest, a lazy smile showing at his words. “A false pretence? I assure you, what you see is what you get with me. I have nothing to hide.” She lies, as always, though she waits for his response with curiosity, eyebrows slightly raised as she takes another sip from her drink. “No, no full name. A name is hardly the most important thing to know about someone. A name tells you nothing - not like the things you notice when you watch close enough. Subtle eye movements, change in tone of voice, facial expressions. That’s what should be noted.” Her smile widens, watching him more closely. Those were the things she had learned to note in her line of work, the weaknesses that could be picked up and exploited, that could give clues to a person’s heart - and, thus, to their pocket. Her gaze remains for a second, before she turns away, chuckling quietly. “Besides, if I really wanted your full name that much, I could always just google that fancy company of yours, couldn’t I?”

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A gift sent from the heavens, that’s what this little lady was as she approached her with a bottle of vodka that was probably swiped from the bartender when he wasn’t looking. “Is there a neon sign pointing at me right now?” Malaya half joked as she tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear. “Because I sure as hell need some alcohol in my system. Maybe more than alcohol, perhaps? It’s funny. Coming back to the States leaves you wondering why so much of the world has much more than us in terms of… relaxants.” High strung, that’s what she was at times. She learned to calm down either through the exhilaration of crazy, insane activities or through ‘herbal’ medicines that she learned to make from her travels. “Vodka sounds perfect right now, you wonderful little angel.”

“Oh, no. I just have an intuition of when alcohol is needed. Call it my super power.” Thea smirks, setting down the bottle at the table between them, as she slides into a seat on the opposite side. “I’d be depriving the world of my talents if I didn’t use them to their best.” She jokes with a slight laugh, resting her chin upon the palm of one of her hands as she watches the girl before her. “More than alcohol? You’re a lady from my own heart. Not from round here, huh? Whatever would make you want to come back?” She asks with an ounce of genuine curiosity. If Thea could leave, if she had the choice to make a break for it with Marcus, she wasn’t sure if it would take more than a few seconds of thought before she made that decision. “I’m pretty new around these parts, but I don’t think you’d be missing much if you got the next flight to anywhere.” She shrugs her shoulder, then smiles with amusement as she pushes the bottle closer to the girl. “Then, just call me your guardian angel. Or, Thea works too, depending on how you’re feeling.”

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       This girl was boisterous and as much as he would love to feed off of her energy, having to deal with math all day made him tired. Raymond did his best in giving Thea a grin, but it twitched with a weight of exhaustion. His nose scrunches as he watches the young woman’s features distort from the taste of the strong alcohol. He immediately shakes his head, looking down at the bottle, then to the girl. “Thank you. Your generosity is appreciated, but I’ll have to pass. I’m way too tired and I’m afraid I’ll just be in a foul mood with alcohol mixed into my day.” Ray did feel back about shooting the girl, but he couldn’t bring himself to take her booze. “Are you celebrating something?” He asks, not wanting to completely dismiss Thea.

“You look tired.” Thea points out, in her slightly intoxicated state, not caring if that comment may be considered rude. “All work and no play makes Jack a tired boy. Or, dull boy. Or... something. You need to make time for you.” She shrugs a shoulder, her thoughts already on other things, her smile brightening as she takes in his politeness. She wasn’t used to polite people. It was almost refreshing. “If there’s one lesson i’ve learned in life, it’s that alcohol can make everything better. That is, until you’re barfing your guts out in the middle of the street. But, before then, everything’s good!” She smiles, resting her head on the palm of one of her hands. “Maybe you’ve made the right choice.” At his question, she shrugs a shoulder. “There’s always a reason to celebrate. A baby was born somewhere... probably. Someone probably just passed their driving test, somewhere in the world. We’re both still alive and breathing. Always a reason. Or, maybe it’s just an excuse.”

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“I’m not so certain of that.” But her negative disposition did nothing to dispel the young lady before her. Instead, she followed her own prerogative and slid in beside Sophia. “And I don’t remember inviting you to sit beside me, but by all means,” she sarcastically stated. Still the other just got more comfortable and took a drink of the liquor. Sophia almost cringed at the knowledge of how awful that must be. “Oh yes, because there’s no way I’ve ever had cheap vodka before. And don’t worry, I’m sitting here nice and cozy with a stick up my arse. Besides, I’m doing you a favor, you already expressed your reluctance in sharing, yes?”

“It was your warm and open aura that invited me in.” Thea jokes with a chuckle to herself, grinning despite the woman’s obvious sarcasm. She decided she liked her, even if the feeling was not mutual in the slightest. She slams her bottle back down on the table after finishing her swig, pushing it towards the brunette with further persistence. “If I could afford the finest bourbon for you, lady, I would. Yet, I unfortunately have for you, only the shittiest vodka this town can supply. My last bottle of shittiest vodka, I may add - talk about sacrifice. All in the Christmas spirit, of course.” She bites her lip, feeling the familiar warmth the alcohol brought as it worked its way through her body. “I can find you a glass, if you’re worried about getting my germs. Although, I promise I’m not disease riddled. Well, I’m pretty sure about that.” She laughs, blatantly ignoring the other woman’s rejection.

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“It means if I wasn’t broke, I’d be the one buying you a drink,” he responded with a chuckle, taking a swig of his beer. “Not all heroes wear capes, yeah?” he quipped, taking her hand and shaking it. Talking to new people had always been easy for Aidan; he was a people person, through and through. “It’s great to meet you, Thea.” He returned her nod, smiling brightly at the compliment. “Couldn’t get anyone to come out with me tonight. That time of year, you know? Everyone’s with family. How about you?”

“I see.” Thea replies with a smirk, tilting her head. “Well, perhaps I’ll hold you to that some day.” She smiles with amusement, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear as she observes him. “That’s what I was going for. Superhero undercover - saving the public from dehydration? There’ll be a comic about me in no time, just you wait.” She listens to his response with a raised eyebrow, leaning an elbow upon the bar. “Ah, what a shame. You need to tell your friends to lighten up a little. Who knows what could happen if you’re left to wander a place like this alone.” She teases, avoiding the question his statement posed. Why wasn’t he with family, too? She didn’t want to think of ghosts tonight, of death and sadness. Plus, she may not be the most sensitive of people, but she didn’t want to make him think of it either. “I’m new around here, thought I’d have an explore. Besides, my brother is in a pissy mood, and I can’t be assed to deal with his grumpy face until I’m in a considerably more intoxicated state. I’ve found this type of year causes nothing but arguments, so much for peace on earth and all that shit.” She grins, before pausing for a second and quickly grabbing her glass, holding it up before him. “A toast, huh? To a shitty Christmas and a crappy New Year.”

[lucifer-chloe]

make me choose → anonymous asked: kenna  or greer

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       Bills, bills, bills. Raymond had been dealing with bills all day. For the cafe and his apartment. Though he normally didn’t have trouble in paying these bills, it was going through the motion of dealing with the forms.”Is it really that obvious?” He asks the young female, running his hands over his tired face before touching the puffiness under his eyes. “I don’t know if I trust straight vodka to make me feel better,” Raymond confesses.

“It is to me. But, I’m very observant.” Thea brags with a burst of laughter, taking a swig from her bottle. The liquid causes her to visibly cringe as she swallows it, but she doesn’t care, holding it out towards the stranger with a raise of her eyebrows. “Fine then, trust me. It can solve all your problems.” She shakes it in front of him. “This is a limited time offer. My generosity doesn’t ever last long.”

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Sophia let out a frustrated groan as she looked through some of her emails on her phone. So many students were begging for a curve on their grade and it was honestly obnoxious. Leniency was not meant to be given at the last moment. What was done, was done, but over fifty of her students did not understand. As she was placing her phone down, a young woman approached. Sophia rose a brow, unimpressed. “I do need a drink, but I don’t drink bottom shelf alcohol. And I do not think it is advisable for you to be offering drinks to strangers if you aren’t a bartender.”

Thea cannot help her amusement at the woman’s harsh reply, a grin forming upon her face as she observed her less than impressed expression. A challenge, she liked a challenge. “That’s a shame.” Thea responds, sliding into the seat beside this woman, despite her obvious disapproval. She takes a swig from the bottle, remaining quiet for a few seconds, before she speaks up again. “Perhaps you should try it for once. Might help you get that stick out of your ass.”