Travis Fritzsimmons

Travis Fritzsimmons --- 26 Years Old --- Unemployed --- [Travis is a member of When the Smoke Clears RPG] --- [I track the tags wtsctravisfritzsimmons  and travisfritzsimmons] ---

[travisfritzsimmons]

Baby, It's Cold Outside || Harrison and Travis

[soul-ofa-dragon-blog-deactivate]

Compliment received. Error; does not compute. To reset Harrison’s mind, slap his face. Although, he’s not exactly sure that that would work. To shut him up , yeah, but avoiding pain would be great. “I’m sure that they’re hiding until their masterpiece is complete,” Harrison joked lightly, but he lifted the corners of his lips to form a bashful smile, :..but t-thank you.” He didn’t get many compliments as it is; much less his sketches. It…felt nice.

"Erm," Harrison started, but struggled to answer. He couldn’t just say: ‘Oh, some people would like their thumbs back, so I’m trying to see if I can built one!’. Or maybe if Harrison can explain without freaking him out. "Do you know about prosthesis? Not the addition of a letter or syllable at the beginning of a word. The other one— artificial substitution for a missing part of the body.”

[travisfritzsimmons]

"Yeah, I'm sure they're not," he returned the smile, though his was more of a grin than the boy's. Travis went back to his beverage as the boy thought, not in any rush to go anywhere, or get an answer. He was just making conversation, out of habit as much as anything else. "Prosthetics I know," he offered instead, at the boy's explanation, "So are you an engineer?" The boy seemed a bit young to be dabbling in such sciences, but then again, Travis had dropped out after his sophomore year of high school. He wasn't an accurate judge of what people who cared for academia could or couldn't do. "And why thumbs?"

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check please • travis & marian

Being that temperatures have been below freezing and overcast skies have been bringing down sheet after sheet of sleet and snow, it’s no wonder The Merry Men hasn’t been seeing its usual amount of customers. Marian remembers when Archer had first hired her, and the boys still teased her — they still do, of course, but now she has no trouble giving as good as she gets — and she had voiced her concerns about the lack of any turnout to Archer in hushed tones behind the bar. For a few weeks, they hadn’t let her live it down; of course no one would want to brave icy storms such as this for a drink or two, especially not the wealthier sort that are known to come through. She had felt a little silly then — but now, she’s more than used to it. In fact, she’s quite used to a lot of things.

One of those things being that she can tell when a man may or may not pay his way.

"How do you like it so far?" Marian quirks a brow, resting her elbows on the counter across from the aforementioned man. She’s seen him out and about in Storybrooke, no doubt, but she thinks she’s also seen him around here — with more than one woman paying his way through drinks. However, the lack of many women (or many people at all, for that matter) here tonight means he probably won’t be so lucky as to receive the same treatment. Unless, of course, the older gentleman at the end of the bar surprises them both. "Can I get you something else, or would you like the check?" She adds, and if it’s a bit pointed, well, that’s beside the point.

[travisfritzsimmons]

Everyone stayed inside when it was cold. Home, blankets, and cocoa were the best way to handle subzero temperatures, everyone knew that. But when one didn't have a home to go to, alternatives had to be found. Travis would have definitely liked to curl up at home, but his apartment wasn't much of a home. He wasn't even sure if the heating was working tonight, and an encounter with his landlord to get an extension on the utility bills wasn't exactly a plan tonight. If he were to warm someone's bed, someone a bit warmer would be preferable. He was convinced that staying outside was better than his landlord, used to the cold from years on the streets. It was preferable to staying indoors, if he could tolerate the weather. Today was one of the few days when even he couldn't stand to stay outside.

So he'd ended up at one of his usual haunts: the bar. Usually he liked to have others pick up his tab, but poker money would more than cover a night of drinking. He was good at the game, and even better at cheating, when he needed cash. And a quiet night, without having to charm his way into a girl's heart was a nice change, every now and again. 

He was happy with the peace, music and alcohol all he really wanted that night, when the girl behind the bar leaned across the table. "Another would be great, thanks," he offered the girl a disarming grin. Travis had learned years ago that it was better to avoid conflict, and the tone of the woman's voice certainly seemed to be hinting at agitation. He didn't doubt she was convinced that he couldn't pay. But everyone had a few tricks up their sleeve, and he happened to have cash up his. A few hundred was more than enough for a bar tab, wasn't it?

[travisfritzsimmons]

A Drink? || WTSC Grand Ball || Brooke and Travis

[heavyheartedcarson]

She could only laugh, unable to form a comment at first. “Exactly,” she agreed with a soft smile. Friend, she reminded herself. This was no time for the writer in her to find a whimsical fairytale ending in this. Despite, well, the very modern fairytale meeting. Oh, get over it. You’re not going to write about this. Mermaids were more her thing anyway. Did this happen to Bria? Meeting someone and finding it nearly impossible to get their face out of her head? The small quirks that the holder didn’t realize they possessed? “I’m not a big fan of bug nets. They make me feel…trapped. Even though I’m a human- but it’s just weird. Even though tents are more constrictive. Have you ever camped in a cave?” She hadn’t had the chance, yet. There were caves deep enough into the woods but still close to home, but all were inhabited by bats in winter months. It wouldn’t be fair of her to invade their home.

[travisfritzsimmons]

"There're more comfortable ways to sleep, but I'd rather a net than waking up with a million bug bites. I get enough of them during the day, and they aren't as bad then." Travis attracted pests, apparently. It was a nuisance, but the rest of the forest made up for the annoyance and then some. "A cave?" he asked, brow quirking slightly as he spun her around again, before bringing her back to him, hand on her waist once again, "Can't say I have. I like seeing the sky. Is it any fun?" It would have been odd to ask her if she wanted to go with him. They'd only just met, and though it seemed like they were friends, or he hoped they were, that was a bit of an odd thing to ask anyone... Though camping with her sounded like it might be fun. He'd yet to camp with anyone before. "So other than nature, what do you do, Brooke?" he smiled slightly as he asked the question. Hopefully it wasn't one she asked him back. His hobbies weren't approved of by the vast majority of people.

[travisfritzsimmons]

Baby, It's Cold Outside || Brooke and Travis

[heavyheartedcarson]

"Oh…" she blushed a little, "I slipped scaling a ditch, rolled my ankle and landed wrong on my leg. Happened a few years ago, but still affects me to this day." She gestured to her casted leg. "Weak ankle," she smiled shyly, admitting it with a slight laugh under her breath. Brooke kept hobbling along and carefully entered the cafe, eyes on the lip on the floor to stop any drafts, the door stoppers so the doors stayed in place. Small things that those on crutches needed to be wary of. Oh great, he saw the whole thing. She couldn’t fight the smile that grew on her lips. It was rare to meet someone that didn’t even laugh about her stupid luck. She wasn’t on the pavement for more than twenty seconds before he lifted her up. All she could manage was smiling to him, "great. I’ll just put my coat down, grab some tea, and join you then."

[travisfritzsimmons]

"I-" he trailed off, wincing slightly. He wasn't exactly sorry, he hadn't known her back then, and couldn't have done anything to keep her from falling into a ditch. But it distressed him to hear that she'd been hurt, ever. But he glanced down at her cast, almost wanting to reach out to trace her ankle, as if he could somehow magically fix it with a touch. It'd be nice if he could... Travis followed her in, not as aware of all the things she could fall on, but made up for that by keeping his eyes on her, ready to move and catch her if she slipped again. "Want me to get it?" he asked, eyeing her crutches, "I've never been in that position, but I feel like it might be easier for me to carry hot drinks than it is for you right now." He didn't mean any kind of invalidity, he just didn't want to see Brooke burn herself if anything spilled. He was more than capable of getting her tea, and it might even be easier if she did. "Do you like muffins, by chance?

[travisfritzsimmons]

Baby, It's Cold Outside || Brooke and Travis

[heavyheartedcarson]

"Me too." It would have made the dream turned nightmare even worse. One minute, or ten minutes prior, she was dancing and having a wonderful time with him. In the span of ten minutes the mood flipped and everything came crashing down around her, and every citizen there at the ball. She kept a small smile, "I will. You have my word. Plus I’m not a fan of being on these things. I spent long enough on them with the first accident." She slowly started for the cafe, thinking it was best to get inside before either of them caught cold. Then she realized he wasn’t wearing a coat. "I’m going to be okay. No worries. But… where’s your coat? Do you live near here and thought you’d brave the chill?" No, that couldn’t be right. He told her he lived near the sanctuary. That wasn’t for another fourth to half of a mile. Where was his coat?

[travisfritzsimmons]

"First accident?" he couldn't help but furrow his brow when she brought that up, staying beside her as she walked, in case she fell. A part of him didn't want to know, not wanting to think about Brooke being hurt, but another needed her to tell him, as if the knowledge would give him some sort of ability to keep it from happening again. He took a few steps ahead to open the door for her once they got there, keeping his eyes on her. "My coat?" he realized, shrugging slightly as she passed him, "Inside. I was having a cup of coffee when I saw you fall." That was why he'd been able to get to her so quickly. He was only a bit further than the other side of a door. "That," he gestured to a table with a cup of coffee on it, jacket hung over the back of a chair, "Is my table. And there's room for one more, since you're joining me." That made him grin.

[travisfritzsimmons]

A Drink? || WTSC Grand Ball || Brooke and Travis

[heavyheartedcarson]

He was glad too. Her heart swelled at hearing him say that. She shook the feeling almost immediately. Still, she could be excited that they could be friends. This wasn’t awkward, but nice. It was a good atmosphere to become friends. Friends, she reminded herself, that’s what she really cared about. What she was actually good at. “I bet you could manage to find it. A map and compass are some of your best friends in the woods. Or they are for me. But, I’ll be happy to be your guide. Sorry in advance if I end up getting us lost.” She laughed a little. “That’s… probably true. I like to bird watch and can show you the more subtle signs of what animals are around you. Bears are actually much more afraid of us than we are of them.” She internally was relieved that her slip up awkwardness didn’t start silence. “That’s smart. I avoid staying out past eight, or wear long sleeves if I’m still at the sanctuary.”

[travisfritzsimmons]

"I'm sure I could, but I think it'd be much more fun with a guide to get lost with." If she would get them lost, he probably would get himself equally turned around, at least for a bit. He could read maps well enough, but compasses and he had never gotten along, oddly enough. "It'd like that a lot. An adventure with a friend, that'll be a story to tell." Travis didn't have many friends. Any, actually. It'd be a first, and a nice one at that. Brooke made him smile, that was what friends were for, right? "If I'm camping, I end up out past then. But bug nets work pretty well, if you're sleeping out in the woods." Travis hadn't been one for tents, really, always preferring to be able to see the sky and stars. They made him feel free, and at the end of the day, that was his favorite state of being. Free as the wind.

[travisfritzsimmons]

Baby, It's Cold Outside || Brooke and Travis

[heavyheartedcarson]

"She was. Or…well, she wasn’t in a lot of pain. I mean…" She closed her eyes and took a breath. "What I mean is, she was okay. I was relieved." She grabbed the crutches one at a time and adjusted herself on them now that she wasn’t on a patch of ice. "Thank you," she smiled almost shyly. There were at least ten different scenarios going through her head of how they could have ran into each other again. But at least she got to see him again. That was a positive. A great dance partner, the best second to Treven. But that was her brother. "Thanks…again… I’m glad you’re okay." her smile faltered but relaxed when she caught sight of his. She managed a laugh and shook her head. "There’s still a good five months ahead of us. Don’t worry. I don’t plan on getting into any trouble." She reached up and tugged her hat back down over the back of her neck, though it was warm enough without the layer. "I do!" she perked up, a little too much. “It’s…perfectly okay,” she paused only to breathe. “I was actually thinking about getting some tea. The vanilla chai here is the best.” Then she remembered his offer and smiled softly, “thank you.”

[travisfritzsimmons]

"That's good," he nodded slightly, "I'm glad she's okay." But it was most just relief that Brooke was safe, and that no one who's pain would personally affect her got hurt. It was a relief. He didn't have many people in town who he cared about, so the earthquake hadn't been as terrifying for him as it had been to some. But for some reason, he found Brooke being one of the people he had been concerned over.The smile on his features softened slightly, becoming almost shy when she returned the sentiment. Just like he didn't care for most people, the vast majority weren't bothered, one way or another, with him. It was nice to hear that the person he was worried about at least slightly cared that he was fine. "Good, get better," he grinned at her, the smile crooked. But it centered and even out when she seemed excited about his offer, causing him to perk up, just a bit, as well, "Shall we, then?" Travis would have offered her his arm, but with the crutches that made it kind of hard, "Do you need help, or are you going to be okay, Brooke?" He'd get the door, of course.

[travisfritzsimmons]

A Drink? || WTSC Grand Ball || Brooke and Travis

[heavyheartedcarson]

It was nice to see her company this happy. He seemed like the kind of person that needed to smile more often, or realize what he should smile about. Maybe she wasn’t reading him that well. “Oh…well…” she blushed softly. “You definitely would have found something to do. But I’m…glad you didn’t.” And with that, her confidence flew out the window. This was dangerous territory. The curiosity/interest could not be reciprocated and she could look like a fool. “I, uh…” she stuttered before swallowing the nerves and smiling happily. “Sure. M-most of them are within twenty minutes of a hiking path or a road.” He took her by surprise with that. But it could mean a number of things. Or well, it could mean the exact opposite that she was thinking. He couldn’t be flirting with her. No one flirted with her. Ever. And it was wise on their part really. “That’s smart and a wise trick learned by the experienced.” She laughed a little. “Also a good move to just avoid all camping in the last two weeks of May. The flies are fierce.” Why did I say that?

[travisfritzsimmons]

"I'm glad I didn't, too," Travis' arm just barely tightened around her waist as she spoke the words. She was right, he wouldn't have let himself stay idle long. But he was thrilled that the solution to being stagnant was to be dancing with Brooke. She was different, but in the best way, the most interesting, pleasant to be around girl that he'd met in a long time. Though granted, perhaps he hadn't been looking in the right places. But she was the first person in a while who he really wanted to be friends with. That'd he'd regret if it didn't end up that way. "Doesn't mean I won't get lost without a guide." There was always the possibility that it could happen. But chances were that he could find his way from anywhere in the woods to town and back again, having explored them since he was a buy. "And company makes hiking more interesting. I'm willing to bet you can point out wildlife I've never noticed before, for one." Wildlife wasn't of the upmost interest to him, most of the time, but it'd give him a chance to get to know her better. "I'll stay indoors, then. Bugs like biting me, for some reason."

[travisfritzsimmons]

Baby, It's Cold Outside || Brooke and Travis

[heavyheartedcarson]

It was actually a good thing that she couldn’t really feel her ankle. How many more accidents until they couldn’t ‘fix’ it again? Could there be a possibility of her getting a mechanical ankle and foot? A shiver ran down her neck and spine. That was terrifying to think about. “During the earthquake?” She flinched a little, using him as something to lean on as he helped her. “I was running to find my sister. My ankle felt the shake before it registered in my head. When everything started to crumble, I stupidly tried to run. My foot caught on the short train of dress and I fell. But then…” she trailed off, taking a deep breath and swallowing her pride. “My foot twisted in the material and part of the ceiling fell on my leg. I twisted…the wrong way…” She winced. There was no way he’d think of her the same way, not the same graceful and well put together woman he danced with that night. She hobbled to the nearest building and leaned against it. “Pride took the fall worse than my leg,” she managed a small laugh. “I’m okay.”

[travisfritzsimmons]

A frown marred his features when she told him what happened, making him wish he hadn't had to check on Candi and leave her that night. "Well, was your sister okay, at least?" Travis looked over her, making sure she was leaned against the wall, before he reluctantly moved his arm away from her, going to pick up her crutches like she'd asked. Carefully, he held them out to her, fully ready to catch Brooke if she tried to fall again. She'd seemed graceful dancing, but the fact that she was on crutches didn't make her any less in his eyes. All it did was make him protective, making him alert and completely focused on her, so there'd be someone around to catch her if she fell. "I'm just glad you're okay," he smiled softly, relief evident in his voice, "You're not allowed to get hurt, y'know, you told me you'd show me all the campsites so I know where to go this summer." Travis stood for a moment, just looking at her, before he remembered where they were. "Do you drink coffee, Brooke?" he asked suddenly, brow quirking as he looked at her, "My treat? I'd like to maybe get to know you better, if that's okay."

[travisfritzsimmons]

A Drink? || WTSC Grand Ball || Brooke and Travis

[heavyheartedcarson]

A smile naturally curled up on her face as he flashed a charming one to her. She was always a lost cause for a good smile. A strong jaw… square shoulders…wait, what? Brooke needed to remove herself from the situation or become less involved. It was a bad habit to open up to anyone that would say hello back and act friendly, politely. More than that, he seemed to enjoy being outside, cared about the environment, and wasn’t in league with the greed centered business men of town. Maybe there was goodness in Mr. Gold that she just couldn’t see. But there was something uneasy, unsettling about the owner of the pawn shop. She smiled, barely stepping closer but keeping a respectable distance from Travis. “It’s a start,” she smiled a little, feeling brave enough to be a bit playful. She shook her head, “no, it’s plenty adventuresome. Plus, it would be rude to throw you back to the wall. It’s lonely as a wallflower.” And you’re too much fun to be one. She mentally added as she remembered the handful of times she blended into the background better than she stood out. “Have you gone camping since then? There are a few good spots I can mark on a map for you if you feel like adventuring when the weather warms up. Though, one tip, steer clear of the swamps and vernal pools. Those are the worst to camp by.”

[travisfritzsimmons]

"Thank you kindly," he grinned at her, "Who knows what I'd do if you hadn't rescued me." Her smile was contagious, making his appear, and stay stuck on his face. Usually his grins came and went, there when he needed to charm, but tonight it seemed as if it were more effort to stop smiling than to start. "I have, though not for as long," he nodded slightly, smiling, "but how about instead of giving me a map, you show me yourself." She made him smile. Travis found himself wanting an excuse to see her again, in the future, and if having her take him to campsites was one, then he was in luck. Two for one. "I generally stick by the rivers. There're fewer insects if I don't camp by still water." One thing that he didn't mention was that he knew the outdoors better than most. When one lived on the street, the forest started seeming nicer than cement and benches. So he'd learned.

[travisfritzsimmons]

A Drink? || WTSC Grand Ball || Brooke and Travis

[heavyheartedcarson]

"Great," Brooke smiled excitedly. More exposure! being the first thing going through her head. The possibility of roping another person in to help with the labor being the second. It wasn’t like the three of them were weak, but a fourth set of strong hands would be appreciated. 

A small smile graced her smile as Travis followed her lead, proving to be a better dance partner than she expected. Her heart fluttered for a brief moment before she could get it under control. It was the lack of air getting to her lungs, she told herself. There was no reason to get worked up over a dance. Or two. “Oh, come on,” she pushed lightly. “Everyone has adventures, doesn’t have to be anything embarrassing. Those are some of the best to reflect on though.” She spun out, then back in, again fluidly. “Not a single story for the person that saved you from standing against the wall all night?” It seemed impossible for someone, anyone, not to have at least a couple of interesting stories. Fond memories? Nothing? Living with Prilla and Bria granted her a new story or two every week. “Prove to me that you’re fun.”

[travisfritzsimmons]

"Embarrassing... not exactly," he offered a charming half smile, half hoping she'd drop the topic. Women he'd slept with and his attempts to get away from them once they clung to him, though they were great stories, were not the things he wanted to tell the beautiful girl he was dancing with tonight. It wasn't that she was the next one, that wasn't anywhere in his plan, but she almost seemed like a friend and... he didn't want her to think of him as a terrible human being, or anything else. A smile appeared on his lips when she spun, and for a moment he lost his train of thought watching her. But her question reminded him, and he thought for a moment, before sighing, "I guess I can tell you one story. But only because if I'm not fun enough, you'll throw me back to the wall." He bit his lip for a moment, "Alright, so a few summers ago I decided I was sick of town. I don't have the money to leave, though, so I had to come up with a plan B. So I bought a hammock and a tarp, and decided that we had enough woods for camping to be an option. I don't think I came back to town for two, three weeks. Adventuresome enough for you, Brooke?"

[travisfritzsimmons]

Baby, It's Cold Outside || Brooke and Travis

[heavyheartedcarson]

Brooke tensed up even more as she was picked up effortlessly, feet dangling above the ground. Her heart hammered in her chest as panic started to sink in. “Please, let me-” she paused, some how recognizing the voice and turned her head. “Travis…” she almost whispered his name, surprised to see him, and feeling a little embarrassed that they were meeting again with her clumsiness in the way. “I, um, y-yeah. I just need the crutches. No, I’m not hurt. Well, nothing new at least. I hurt my leg in the earthquake and now I have to hobble along-” He doesn’t need to know that. “Uh, can you just… pass me the crutches?” She bit her lip, turning her head and looking down to the iced pavement and her crutches. The paint decorated metal contraptions that she had since her first accident.

[travisfritzsimmons]

Very, very carefully, he put her down on the ground, moving one arm off her, but staying right beside her, making sure to support her weight. He didn't like the idea of Brooke being hurt in any way, and having her fall over again wasn't okay. "What happened?" he asked, concern apparent in his voice. The thought of Brooke being hurt, so soon after he'd been dancing with her... it didn't sit right, making him feel like crap, though there wasn't anything he could have done about it. He hadn't been anywhere near her during the earthquake, they hadn't been dancing all night. And it would have been weird if they were, considering they'd only met that day. Her injury bothered him more than it should have, but he didn't question it. Right now he just wanted to make sure that she didn't get injured worse. "Here," he supported as much of her weight as he could with one arm, leading her towards the nearest building, to give her something to lean against while he went to get her crutches from the sidewalk, "Are you sure you're alright, Brooke?"

[travisfritzsimmons]

Grooming  (inspired by x)

No one has every complained about Travis’ cleanliness before. The man always smells pleasant, a combination of scotch and something reminiscent of Old Spice. His hair is fine, if not messy. And he never sweats, not even in the heat of summer, despite being good about remaining hydrated. 

But one thing no one would guess at is that Travis rarely, if ever, showers. Never had a chance to get into that habit. When he does end up staying at his apartment, something he avoids at all costs, he doesn’t trust the communal bathrooms enough to use them. And borrowing the showers of the people he sleeps with gets complicated, often leading to his having to stay for breakfast, something personal that he makes a point not to do. He wants a bed for the night, not a relationship. So showers are rare, and rushed, when they do happen.

Cleanliness and bathing aren’t one and the same, and though the first matters to Travis, the latter is less relevance.

[travisfritzsimmons]

Baby, It's Cold Outside || Harrison and Travis

[soul-ofa-dragon-blog-deactivate]

Someone would find it odd for a teenage boy drawing nothing but thumbs. Plural because his other thumbs came out either too short, had nails that Sabertooth would kill for, crooked, and somehow resemble Patrick Star. This one was started to look decent. Harrison used his thumb as a reference and paid more attention to it that most people would be concerned for him. He was pulled away when a voice addressed to him. Snapping his head up, Harrison faced flushed out of habit. “I—uh,” Harrison felt a lump in his throat and tried to push it down, “I-It’s not that good. My pathetic little thumb still needs more work…” So does his pathetic little social skills. 

[travisfritzsimmons]

"It's better than I can draw," Travis shrugged, an easygoing smile on his features, "Better than most people I know can." He wasn't the best example, himself. Never taking the time to draw, or do anything that took too much work on his part, he mainly stuck to stick figures, if he had to draw at all. As far as the arts went, he could do dancing, more or less, and was a fairly decent singer. Some of the few fond memories he had of his parents, though they weren't the important part of them, were when his mother would play Frank Sinatra at home, the young Travis loving nothing more than to croon along with the old star. Drawing, however... he was no Picasso. "But why are you drawing thumbs?"

[travisfritzsimmons]

Just Say Yes || Candice and Travis

[candice-haynes]

"Not all black, white shirt. If you wear a black shirt too it would look funny. Okay?" A grin came over her face when he said that they’d all suit her, she already knew that, but she looked that he said it anyways. It made her feel good. Grinning she wrapped her arms around herself and shivered slightly looking back to the house, "Oh um, did you wanna come inside?" 

[travisfritzsimmons]

"It's fine, parents generally don't like me," Travis shrugged at her offer, making a mental note just to get a normal suit, with or without the jacket, depending on how cold it was. Offering a half grin, he quirked an eyebrow, "Isn't it late, anyway? I don't wanna keep you from your beauty rest if that's what you're supposed to be doing." He could hit a bar and amuse himself for the night, but it was nice knowing he had a date to the ball. Going to these things alone wasn't his cup of tea, just like leaving them alone wasn't. Whether it was the same person, and what happened in between, mattered less.

[travisfritzsimmons]

Dance All Night || WTSC Grand Ball || Candice and Travis

[candice-haynes]

"I’ll be sure to remember that next time." Candi told him while she grinned. "I expected Tiffany to come get ready with me, but she was too busy… I guess she just wanted to get ready alone." The girl frowned for a moment before nodding at him and taking his arm with a grin. "Yup, I’m all ready." Candi walked out the door, making sure to pull it tight behind her, and looked up at him, slightly curious about what they were going to go do, "I’ve never been to a ball before, do you think it’s like a school dance?" 

[travisfritzsimmons]

"Next time give me a call, I know how to zip up a dress." He had more experience in getting them off, but Candice was a friend, and zippers weren't extremely complicated devices. "You'll see her at the ball, now worries. Maybe she just wanted to surprise you with her dress." He offered her his arm as she stepped out the door, shrugging when she asked, "I wouldn't no. Haven't been to either of those before. But I've heard they're fun." He'd have to have gone to school more often to attend dances there, and stayed in until the end of the appointed years. And balls weren't a common occurrence in Storybrooke.

[travisfritzsimmons]

House of Cards || Quinn and Travis

[theborderatsunset-deactivated20]

"Hmm, well what ever you want to do" she said with a shrug leaning back against the tree letting out a sigh. It was such a warm and peaceful day, she just couldn’t help but relax.

[travisfritzsimmons]

"I'll keep that in mind." Travis did whatever he wanted anyway, permission granted or not. Shrugging slightly, he got up, giving the woman a slight wave. He didn't know what to say. "See you around."