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Dylan Hayes (pushit) wrote in badwater_rpg,
@ 2008-12-22 20:50:00

Entry tags:

december, dietre abendroth, dylan hayes

Who: Dylan Hayes and Open
What: Holiday mania sets in
When: Monday evening
Where: The Olive Garden

While some members of the restaurant's staff had decided to take advantage of the sympathy of the Holiday Season to take their days off, Dylan Hayes had no religion to speak of, and no one to take time off to be with. Mao was still grounded, and Dylan didn't have the energy to brave the cold to fly over to his home. Bill was a big blank spot, Dylan hadn't communicated with him recently, and he hardly wanted to risk hearing Brendan Prince on the other end of the line. He knew that the author would contact him eventually about the apartment he was to be moved to, but he very much doubted that it would take precedent over their love fest. His other acquaintances seemed wrapped up in their lives, Emily couldn't or wouldn't speak to him, so he did the only other logical thing to; he threw himself into his job. He'd spent quite a lot of time in the past figuring out little ways to trick people into thinking he was a fairly well-adjusted person and now it seemed that actually using those acting skills on customers was playing out in a positive way. His tips had increased and he knew he was more productive when he didn't waste time rolling his eyes at misplaced orders or badly dressed middle aged women. He'd even found himself talking in a childish voice to a baby accompanying a warm fuzzy feeling, which, in the past, would have been immeadiately replaced with an acute sensation of nausea.

Periodically he would take a short break to the service restroom to splash his face with cold water and stare frowningly at the mirror. Then he would look down to the ring finger on his right hand, rub at the oddly blank ring on his finger, contemplating the strange technology that had allowed him to break the sound barrier without making a sound. He was on one such break when he caught himself staring for an extended period of time. He looked .. strangely different. Healthier? There was a definite color to his cheeks that hadn't been there before, to be sure.

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silentsonata
2008-12-24 09:13 pm UTC (link)

Dietre's need for money was too dire to take days off from work, he had even begun to advertise in the newspaper, hoping to be hired to play piano somewhere. The only person he had to buy presents for was Robin, and if it wasn't for the man, he wouldn't be celebrating Christmas this year at all. He had always hated Christmas, not only because the holiday propaganda made it seem like the most horrible thing in the world was to be unloved on Christmas, but also because his father usually forced him to attend his business holiday party. There was nothing worse than being pressured to talk to his father's associates, knowing full well that no matter what, he was going to be verbally ripped apart for every thing he did or didn't do. One year Dietre had gotten so upset and stressed out over the whole thing that he spent half the night in the bathroom throwing up until his father sent him home in a taxi, eyes burning through him in a silent rage. He had never been so mortified.

This year, though, he was free from all of that. He was much happier in general too, ever since Thanksgiving. Being with Robin was a boost to his self esteem, not to mention that he was finally able to sleep through the night. Dylan wasn't the only one looking healthier, the dark circles that had always shadowed Dietre's eyes were now almost nonexistent. He even gained a little weight, Robin was a good cook.

He had been zoning out (about the only downside to his relationship with Robin) and had dropped a half eaten plate of spaghetti when cleaning up. The result was a sleeve of his white shirt being coated in thick red sauce. He knew it was useless, but Dietre went to the bathroom to try to clean it off anyway. His progress was stopped, however, by the sight of Dylan staring at himself in the mirror.

"..Uhm." He didn't want to interrupt some weird private moment, and well, being around the younger boy made him a little nervous these days.

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pushit
2008-12-24 09:57 pm UTC (link)

Dylan was jarred out of his self-inspecting revelry by that small noise to his side. He looked sharply at Dietre, not in anger, but simple surprise. He appeared to stare at the space over Dietre's left shoulder for a moment, and then his eyes flicked down to the rather obvious deep red stain. He looked back up, and seemed to deflate somewhat. "Comes with the territory of working at an Italian restaurant." He said with a shrug, "You can borrow my bleach pen if you want."

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silentsonata
2008-12-26 04:42 am UTC (link)

Dietre was sorely tempted to just turn around and walk out, the awkwardness of this situation was just going to get worse, he knew it. He hadn't a clue how to act around Dylan since the night they kissed, and then all those tension filled, semi-argumentative comments the two had exchanged online...When D wasn't face to face with someone, he tended to be more confrontational, but that was rather detrimental when you had to see the person at work all the time. He just had the feeling Dylan was angry at him, and for some reason that had made him angry at Dylan. And, well, Dylan was a murderer so...that made things a little weird too.

His brow furrowed, and he ran a hand through his hair, giving the other boy a wary look for a moment.

"Uh...Well, it might be too big of a job for a bleach pen.." He took a tentative step deeper into the restroom, then seemed to realize he was acting like a fool, so he forced himself onward to the sink, wetting paper towels to wipe at the sauce.

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