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Alena Maritzah Alkeinos (spazzoid) wrote in badwater_rpg,
@ 2009-01-21 03:33:00

Entry tags:

alena alkeinos, gabe sherlock, january, rated r

Who: Gabe Sherlock and Alena Alkeinos
What: Gabe comes over to help Alena clean up her apartment and more than likely awkwardness... or something... will prevail
Where: Alena's apartment
When: Forward-dated to late Thursday night
Rating: R for themes deemed inappropriate for children under the age of 17 by the Motion Picture Association of America

When Gabe had first came over Alena had still been on the verge of freaking out and it'd taken him awhile to get her calmed down, but once he had they set to work cleaning up her apartment. Practically the entire time she had bitched about how this had fucked things up even further while he'd been pretty silent except to intervene with a few calming words when it seemed like she'd go flying off the handle once more. Even with the seemingly giant mess that had been created it'd only taken the two of them about three hours to get her apartment back to the state it had been in when she'd last been there the Monday before. At Alena's insistance Gabe hadn't actually been able to organize anything in a manner that would make sense, but by her own code.

When they were done cleaning up she'd said that she just wanted to go take a quick shower. Somehow it had turned into an hour long shower that would have lasted longer had her water heater not stopped pumping out hot water. Drying herself off she'd wrap a towel around herself and slip out of her bathroom and into her bedroom, catching a glimpse of Gabe in her living room talking on the phone. Sam or Lu? More than likely Sam. Sighing she'd enter her bedroom and close her door behind her before grabbing a pair of her beloved Soffee shorts and a long sleeved thermal and changed as she looked around her room. She was having mixed emotions about being back in her own apartment. On the one hand it was great to be home but on the other she hadn't expected to return home to that... of course there was also the prospect of spending her first night alone since the scene at the Bakery. Shaking off those feelings she'd grab that towel she'd thrown on the floor and bend over before running it through her damp hair once more. That towel would be tossed at the foot of her bed before she scooped up Blow Job who seemed ecstatic to be back at his own apartment rather than couped up in the guest bedroom at Amy's.

"Home sweet home, Beej. Home sweet home." Her words trailed off into an exasperated sigh as she walked into her living room and sat down on the couch, setting her cat on her crossed legs, as she looked up at Gabe who was still talking on the phone.

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ohshitsherlock
2009-01-21 03:04 am UTC (link)

Gabe was pacing as he briefed Sam on their latest problem, glancing at Alena as she entered the room after her shower. It seemed that everything that could go wrong was going to this month. They hadn't had time to recover from the last disaster, and suddenly they found themselves in the midst of another one.

When the conversation was over, Gabe snapped his phone shut and rubbed a hand down his face, collapsing onto her couch next to her and yawning. "Well...the troops are mobilized," he announced. Even if they did find out who took Alena's stuff, would they be able to get it back before all of their secrets were exposed? Gabe had taken a pain pill while Alena was in the shower that had yet to relieve his headache. He sighed and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, lifting a hand to pet the cat staring at him from Alena's lap absent-mindedly.

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spazzoid
2009-01-21 03:11 am UTC (link)

Alena looked over at Gabe as he practically let his body fall from underneathe him onto her old tweed couch and yawned. She'd nod to his statement and then looked down at Blow Job, her fingertips tapping softly against his side and stomach as she took in the silence of her apartment.

"Thanks again for coming over again and helping me clean up... and calling whoever you called." She knew it had been Sam. "You look tired... should probably go home and get some sleep because who knows when the next crisis will hit." Glancing to him out of the corner of her eyes she'd offer a defeated smile and didn't speak again for a few more moments. "I'm really sorry I called you, you were just the first person that sprang to mind. I know that you aren't here just to clean up after my bullshit, no pun intended, I just... yeah." Slouching down onto that couch further she'd close her eyes, as she lolled her head to the side. "God. I. Need. A. Joint."

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ohshitsherlock
2009-01-21 03:19 am UTC (link)

"True," Gabe said, stifling another yawn. The past week had been exhausting, and Gabe was always tired no matter how much sleep he was able to squeeze into his days. "And you don't have to apologize. I offered to come, and I wasn't just gonna let you freak out over here all alone."

He frowned a little bit, remembering that this was really the first time she'd been alone since the whole torture thing. "Yeah...a joint would be awesome," he said. Unfortunately, they'd smoked all his weed the day of the funeral, and Gabe hadn't had time to go by Lenny's for more. "You gonna be okay here? Sure you don't wanna go back to Amora's?"

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spazzoid
2009-01-21 03:30 am UTC (link)

"Mmhmm," She said rather absently as she brought her ear to touch her shoulder before doing the same on the other side and finally opening her eyes to look towards him. "If only we weren't such stoners." Her attempt at making some sort of joke had failed miserably.

That didn't stop her from actually snorting when Gabe asked if she wanted to go back to Amora's. "Go back to Amy's and have her first bitch me out for disappearing for the past week and a half, then when she somehow manages to get out of me what happened, because you know she would, have her bitch at me for that? No thanks, I'd rather stay here alone with just me and my nightmares to keep my company." Her gaze fell from his and she made a half-hearted shrug. "I'll be fine... I've... got Beej. He'll keep me safe, won't you, baby." She'd lift the small cat in her lap and hold him to her chest where he'd nuzzle his small head again her chin. Pursing her lips she'd place a kiss on the top of his head before holding him a little tighter.

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ohshitsherlock
2009-01-21 03:41 am UTC (link)

Gabe raised his eyebrows, amused. "How could I forget your ferocious...guard kitten?" he said, chuckling. He stood up, stretching and rubbing his head, messing up his hair to a ridiculous level as he did. He didn't envy Alena when her sister found out what had gone down - Amy had a way of explaining all of one's problems by blaming them all on one's own stupidity. Amy and Gabe had never particularly liked one another, so he couldn't blame Alena for wanting to stay here.

"Okay, then. Want me to check under the bed for monsters before I go?" he joked, grinning down at her. Behind his smile, he was still worried about her. He'd feel better if she didn't live alone, and especially if her apartment hadn't just been broken into. That wasn't really conducive to feeling secure after severe psychological trauma.

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spazzoid
2009-01-21 06:02 am UTC (link)

Her brow was furrowed as Gabe took a jab at Blow Job and his ability to protect her. "Don't write him off entirely. You know he held his own against Ted? I know you haven't met him, but I swear that thing is like Amy in cat form." The fact that her sister had found a cat that was just as standoffish as her, didn't surprise Alena in the least.

She didn't look up at Gabe until he cracked that joke, a testy look upon her face that faded for a split second with the words 'before I go.' Don't go! The thought jumped into her mind before she even had the chance to combat it. Panic overtook her for a moment at the thought of actually staying home along, in her apartment that quite obviously wasn't as secure as she'd like to think it was, but she'd be damned if she let on more than she already had. "I'm not five, I'll... I'll be fine. No, I don't need you to check under the bed for monsters." Words spoken stubbornly before she scoffed and found herself occupying herself with Blow Job once more.

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ohshitsherlock
2009-01-21 02:06 pm UTC (link)

He hesitated upon hearing the thoughts that contradicted her brave words, and had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. Why couldn't she just ask? Lord save him from stubborn women. Gabe sat back down with a flump, and tousled his hair some more.

"Or you know what? I think the Couch of Good Will and I should spend some quality time together," he said, patting the ugly tweed cushion he was sitting on affectionately. Gabe smirked over at her knowingly as he did so. Nice try. You're not getting rid of me that easy.

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spazzoid
2009-01-21 04:10 pm UTC (link)

"Whatever," She tried to say as dismissively as possibe when he announced that he was in fact staying at her apartment tonight. A wave of relief washed over her, but she didn't let on until... Running her teeth over her lower lip Alena would then suck them before rolling her eyes at Gabe. So I really am freaking stuck with you forever? Euw.

Placing Beej down next to her on the couch, were he quickly skittered off into the kitchen, she pulled herself up and made her way towards her bedroom. "That throw pillow is hard as a rock, so I'll give you one of mine." It didn't take long before she had returned with a neon pink comforter and said pillow, holding them out in her outstretched hands towards him. Thanks, Gabe. There was an attempt at a smile, but it ended up being just a small tug on the corner of her lips.

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ohshitsherlock
2009-01-21 05:46 pm UTC (link)

Gabe smiled at her eye roll and her thoughts. "Thank you," he replied, taking the pillow and comforter from her. And you're welcome.

He sat down on the couch untie his shoes, smiling in response to Alena's attempt at one, and then looking down to pull his sneakers off. Not like I really wanna be alone either...fuck, last night was bad. You need to get over it, Gabriel, you had to do it. It wasn't fair to anybody, staying with her... Gabe had felt incredibly guilty, since breaking up with Emily. He knew she'd take it hard, and he knew it had been necessary, but he still hated knowing that he'd hurt her. He'd been torturing himself over it for the past three days now, wondering if he'd done the right thing.