mightbeconcussed | I wonder as I wander [RP for justlikenavarre]

Current Mood: good

Entry tags:

donovan,
rp

I wonder as I wander [RP for justlikenavarre]

"So, tell me what you think of LA," Lucy said as she drew squiggles in the sand with her bare toe. She and Donovan were walking on the beach. It was close to sunset and over all a beautiful evening.

"I've never actually been there. We went to Disney World once when I was little but LA is one of the many places I've never been. I've seen it on tv and in the movies. Is it anything like that?"

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"You are so awesome sauce," Lucy squealed when Donovan handed her the drink. "And you totally looked very professional bartender there with the twisting and the shaking."

She stuck her tongue out and licked half way around the rim of the glass before taking a sip. "Mmmm and don't worry about the slow. Oooo you could do the naked chef thing and it'd totally be like my own personal cooking show. Only the naked might be awkward so I'll just have to settle for the personal part. Besides, the naked chef is totally not really all the way naked. Can you imagine how bad that would be if you were frying things and it popped? Much with the bad."

Smirking he watched her take most of the rest of the salt off the rim and headed back to the kitchen to start preparing the food. "I actually took a bartending class for two weeks last summer. I was bored and the firm paid for it."

Opening the fridge he started to take out the stuff he bought and set them on the counter as he continued, "So I figured it wouldn't hurt. I mean bartenders make some pretty good money, and if the whole mail room thing doesn't pan out? I can sling some drinks."

Everything set out he opened a few cabinets before turning to Lucy to ask, "Cutting board?" To which she pointed as she sipped at her drink and he turned to where she directed and found the board with ease. Pulling a knife from the drawer he started slicing up the peppers and kept talking.

"I also took a semester of cooking classes, and three weeks of basket weaving, but I honestly have no clue how to weave a basket. I made about two dozen pot holders before the teacher let me drop."

"Now that's a shame. I was hoping for a basket from you for Christmas," Lucy teased as she took another sip of her drink. "The bartending class is probably more useful around me though. Bartenders do make good money. I dated one second semester here. It's a huge pain though. All the girls flirting him, him flirting back because it adds to his tips and me at the end of the bar pretending not to care. Only I'm wickedly jealous which is very pot and kettle for me because I flirt with everyone. Anyway I broke up with him over it. It never would have worked out. He was a yankee. From Boston. Can you imagine?"

She said it like it was something horrifying.

"I can send you a potholder, that's about it. I mean I'm not big on giving such expensive things for gifts, I mean... a potholder hand crafted by me? Kills the American Economy for sure if I just give it away," he teased as he slid all the sliced peppers into a small bowl he had set out. From there he opened the package of steak and started to slice that up.

"Yeah the bartending thing would be easy, I mean I've got that whole naive about flirting thing going on. So I'm pretty sure the women-folk would take kindly to that sort of behavior. It makes me adorable I've been told."

Lucy laughed outright. "Did you just say women-folk? Really?" She giggled uncontrollably for a moment before taking a deep breath.

"No, I'm okay. Really," she assured him before busting into giggles again. "You are adorable and the naive to flirting thing is just a part of it. There's also...women-folk," she said with another giggle.

"I won't tell anyone about the potholder. I'll just hold it in very high esteem. I mean I wouldn't want to be responsible for breaking the American Economy. I could even buy it. Of course something like that is worth so much more than mere money. I'll have to come up with something appropriate to compensate you," she flirted.

She took another sip of her drink, purposely licking the rim of her glass slowly with just the tip of her tongue.

"Like free closet organization, shopping and wardrobe advice at least a week's worth of home cooked, Southern meals," she decided with a nod/

It was Donovan's turn to laugh as she mentioned the free closet organization, and thankfully he hadn't been looking long enough to catch her little salt and tongue display. Leaning back to smile at her he nodded in agreement, "Well we'll work out some sort of bartering system for my weavable goods... which again, just potholders."

Once he had finished slicing up the steak and he put that right into the bowl with the peppers. Before he started with the chicken he grabbed a wooden bowl from a cabinet and started to pour the oil into the bottom and a variety of seasonings and spices. Once he had that looking okay to him he dumped the peppers and steak right into it and mixed it by hand.

Washing his hands and cleaning off the cutting board he let that sit while he started on the chicken.

"Still working on that first drink? Is it at least helping with the ankle thing?"

"Definitly helping," Lucy nodded. "Don't know if my ankle is less swollen, numb from the ice or the rum but whatever it is, it doesn't hurt as long as I don't wiggle it."

She took a healthy swig of her margarita. "And I'm still working but I'll be done in a little while."

She leaned her head against the back of the couch and watched Donovan cook. "So what kind of side affects does the medicine you have to take have? 'Cause you know they all have them. You see the commercial. I mean Viagra can caused death so...does yours cause like heart palpitations, male pattern baldness, incontinance and an amazing tolerance for girls like me? Or are the side effects less tramatizing?"

"Then don't wiggle it!" he called out to her in a very mothering tone that wasn't meant to sound mean at all. Still working on slicing up the chicken he took a free hand and shifted the steak and peppers for a moment then went back to slicing.

"Well I'm the only test subject, so it's pretty much every little thing I feel that's not normal I have to let them know. They've gone through so many versions of this meds that I've had everything from grinding my teeth, to night sweats to dry skin on my palms. It's never been too bad, just usually something having to do with my internal chemistry trying to stay all... in line? Currently the one I'm on now I get headaches, but it's pretty rare and usually only because my body tries to counter it after a few days of injections. It's odd, my body runs through it so fast that it never builds up that tolerance, but it still gets sick of having it in my body."

"Are they really bad? The headaches?" Lucy asked curiously. Her tone was empathic.

She watched Donovan for a moment. "Do they ever think that it'll be something more...permenant. For lack of a better example, something like a once a month birth control shot or something? 'Cause you know that controls hormones and keeps the body fromd oing things it's supposed to and stuff so...bad comparison but I'm a girl so that's what you get."

Finishing with the chicken Donovan set that aside in another bowl and turned on the oven to a low temp just for warming, and reached into the fridge for the tortilla shells and out of the cabinet grabbed the stoneware warmer and tossed the tortillas in and set it in the oven.

"The headaches aren't that bad," he answered as he grabbed a pan and set it on the stove. Turning the burner on he let the pan warm up and then with his hands pulled out a handful of the steak and pepper mix tossing it into the pan listening to it sizzle up, as he turned the heat down.

"Usually it's a morning thing, so I can just pass it off as it being too early. As for the more birth control method of treatment? It's be awesome, but the way my body chemistry is? It'd kinda be like if you had your..."

Donovan wasn't about to say that word while he was cooking, "Well if you had *that* everyday and you had to stop your body from doing that every day. It's not just like a chemical gets released once a month and I suffer the effects the rest of the days. My body is constantly creating the hormone that causes it. I mean maybe surgically they'll be able to remove it? But I think that'd kinda take away part of me you know?"

"Makes sense," Lucy nodded. "And I don't blame you for not wanting to have a part of you taken away like that. It makes you the person you are and if it's gone or if it'd never happened maybe you wouldn't be that person."

She drained her glass and pondered the situation for a moment. "So what about something like...an implant that released chemicals every day? I mean not that the whole injection thing bothers me. I think it's cool but it's gotta kinda suck for you."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I wonder as I wander [RP for justlikenavarre]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject