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It's Brittany, Bitch | Ερις ([info]eristic) wrote in [info]paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-08-05 20:50:00

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Advice For A Medium-Sized Load
Who: Charlie & Cat
What: Laundry!
Where: Pax Letale Laundry Room
When: 8/3/2011, 7:03 pm
Warnings: TBA

Pax Letale was a fairly impressive apartment building, and as though that set a standard, its laundry room was made to match. Large, industrial washers lined one wall, stacked in pairs and numbering to ten, which was matched by a similar number and positioning of dryers on the opposite side of the room. A machine near the door offered a variety of detergents and fresheners depending on what one needed for a particular load, and the entire room was kept clean and smelling fresh twenty four hours a day.

Charlie could not care less.

She was carrying a cloth bag of laundry out in front of her, held away from her body as though the thought of touching it made her sick. It wasn't so much the thought of dirty laundry as much as what a few items of clothing inside of the bag were dirty with - and Charlie's expertise in the art of cleaning (or lack thereof) left her entirely mystified toward the series of steps required to return her clothing back to its original state. Her best guess was to just toss it all in a washer and hope for the best.

Picking one out at random that wasn't already stirring a soup of cloth, water and soap, she started to toss the entirety of the bag (which was already twice her size, though that didn't say much since she was so slight) into the mouth of the washer, using only her thumb and forefinger to touch as little of the clothing as possible.


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[info]full_of_stars
2011-08-06 06:29 pm UTC (link)
Generally, Cat had her laundry done for her. There was a place close enough by that did a fantastic job of it, and for a reasonable rate. However, Cat preferred to wash her workout clothes a bit more frequently, and so here she was with a small bag and a bottle of detergent. Before she could begin separating, however, she noticed the girl she'd met the night of the blackout. With a smile, she walked up to the younger woman, who looked deeply troubled by the laundry she was handling, and said,

"Hello, Charlie. What have you got there?"

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[info]eristic
2011-08-06 09:20 pm UTC (link)
Charlie glanced up from her slow but steady process of throwing her clothes in to see Cat entering the laundry room. It was a quick look, a little baffled that the woman's voice should curl around her name in such a familiar tone. But there was the familiar sensation of relaxation in Cat's presence, and Charlie was moved to something aside from a snappish remark.

"Jus'...some laundry," she replied, somewhat slowly and trying to not make it sound like she was giving a stupid answer to a stupid question. Her bag was almost half empty, but the smell radiating from it was nearly obscene. Rylee had really done a number on himself with all that drinking, and it was reflected in the vomit he'd left behind.

"You, uh, might wanna stand back. It's kinda gross."

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[info]full_of_stars
2011-08-07 06:52 pm UTC (link)
Just then, the smell of vomit and alcohol assaulted Cat's senses, and she blinked, taking a small step back. Then, she laughed.

"Oh, my," she said, putting her own laundry down on a nearby table, at least for the moment. It didn't take much to assess that Charlie wasn't giving much thought to separating the clothes before washing them, and it was difficult to blame her -- were Cat her, she might be in a rush to just get them away, too. As it stood, though, she saw a space to help, and couldn't resist. She found herself even more compelled to reach out to the younger woman than the last time they'd met.

"Here," she said, opening another washer. "Why don't we separate your lights and colors, so your whites don't end up pink or baby blue."

Casting a little smile at Charlie, she said, "You don't strike me as the type to be partial to pastels."

She turned to pick up her own detergent, and poured a bit to the machine she'd just opened up. "So how are you feeling? Last I saw you, you didn't seem so well."

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[info]eristic
2011-08-07 09:52 pm UTC (link)
Charlie's face went blank as Cat swooped in and essentially took charge. Her mouth gaped a bit, wanting to protest and say that she had the situation under control. After all, how difficult could it be to wash clothes? But for some reason she found herself abiding by Cat's suggestions, carefully digging through the laundry sack to put lights in one washer while darks went in the one she'd just started to fill.

"Uh, I'm...fine." Her movements took over, leaving a moment of silence before she spoke again. "Seems like it was just a....yah know, one of those twenty four hour bugs or whatever they're called." She wasn't terribly eager to discuss the events of that night, unlike a few others she'd spoken to about it. For a brief moment she wondered if Elias had pressed Cat for more answers, since he'd been so set on believing that she had a part to play in their maladies. Part of her was curious enough to ask while a smaller portion regarded that as rude, and Charlie never regarded anything as rude.

"Have yah talked to Elias? He said he had some weird shit...um, stuff, happen to him too." And now she was correcting her swearing? What was going on?

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[info]full_of_stars
2011-08-10 04:12 am UTC (link)
Cat nodded as she deftly moved around Charlie to put detergent and fabric softener in the "darks" machine. As she did, she smiled at the younger woman, at the way she was adjusting her speech. Cat had little doubt she was as tough as she seemed -- she had the look of someone who'd had to fight in her life, and who'd rarely missed an opportunity to do so -- but there was a subtle sweetness to her, too, and Cat found herself drawn to both. She also had the absurd impulse to give the girl a hug. She curbed it.

"I have," she said, pouring the thick blue liquid into the cap. Not wanting to break a confidence to Elias, she opted not to go into detail with her knowledge of his condition. But the urge to share with Charlie was uncannily strong. Instead, she said, "He seems to have recovered well, though," she smiled slightly, "I am glad for it."

As she carefully twisted the cap onto the laundry detergent, she looked at Charlie, and impulsively brushed a long lock of dark hair out of the other woman's face. Taken aback by her own familiarity, she laughed. "Sorry. I'm always preparing people to face the world; old habits die hard." But it wasn't an old habit. She rarely touched her clients -- she wasn't a stylist. Even so, it had been all too comfortable. She tried to shrug it off.

"I am glad you're feeling better, though. I was a bit worried for you, but you seemed to be in good hands with your friend."

She smiled.

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[info]eristic
2011-08-10 03:54 pm UTC (link)
Charlie gave a brief nod for the information that Elias was doing all right - he'd seemed fine that night at his job's building, but for some reason it was especially reassuring to hear the information from Cat. Why that should be so, Charlie had no idea, but she brushed off worrying about that particular facet of their evolving relationship.

The reach forward to smooth her hair back, though, caused Charlie to start and move back a pace, tilting her head up to look at Cat from her kneeling position on the floor. Perhaps what startled her the most was how perfectlty natural the action felt and her lack of discomfort at the other woman's close presence. She found herself returning Cat's smile, albeit just a tiny one that barely curved her lips - still, it certainly altered her face from it's usual angry mask.

"Yeah, uh, he's...he knew what tah do. Rylee, I mean. That's his name. But I told yah that already," she quickly amended, reminded of the conversation she and Cat had during the night of the power outage. Her laundry bag emptied, she stepped back and closed the door for the darks machine.

For a moment she stood awkwardly holding the bag, and then abruptly turned to put it on a small counterspace that ran the length of the middle of the room. Then she moved back toward the washer, staring at the button options as though it were some brainiac's puzzle. "I mean, we've known each other so long, s'like, I dunno." She gave a sigh, and finally hit a few buttons that put the washer into motion. "He just knew what tah do."

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[info]full_of_stars
2011-08-12 03:46 am UTC (link)
Charlie's smile caused Cat's to become still wider and warmer. For some reason, the sight of this girl smiling gave Cat a thrill of contentment, of accomplishment. How odd it was, the investment she felt in this near-stranger's happiness. It was then that Cat realized that Charlie, however new an acquaintance, was no stranger. She felt the oddest urge to brush the other woman's hair with her fingers again, but this time restrained herself.

"It's good to have friends like that," Cat smiled. The fact was, Cat didn't have any such friends or companions. Having established herself so independently from family, having always been something of a good-time girl, Cat hadn't fallen in with many people she could count on outside of her family, and they were half a world away, of course. The few closer friends she had in New York were just that - in New York, leaving her feeling a bit more lost than she'd have been likely to admit in her new home.

"Here, let me," Cat said with a laugh, switching the settings. "Colors and darks... and yes, I think it's safe to call this a heavy soil."

Once the darks machine was set, Cat went about adjusting the settings for the machine that held the lights. "You're quite lucky." She cast a glance at her companion. "He seems to quite like you."

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[info]eristic
2011-08-13 05:05 am UTC (link)
She knew, mentally, that she ought to be thanking Cat for her help - but at the same time it felt both freely given and absolutely natural for this woman that she barely knew to be giving her guidance, whether it was in house hold chores or even advice about her friend. Charlie took a few paces back and leaned against the counter running the length of the room, lazily crossing her arms over her chest.

"Yeah. Yeah, he does." Her tone sounded lamentful and unsure, and she stared at Cat for a moment as though she were going to blurt out everything, just get it off her chest to someone, anyone, but for some reason Cat would be the best person to tell, despite their short-lived acquaintanceship. That thought pressed Charlie's lips closed, her mouth gasping like a fish on dry land. She glanced away again, feeling awkward, and then back to Cat's face.

"My clothes...he, uh, came over drunk the other night. An' he tried..." Charlie waved emphatically in the air, as though the gesture described what she was trying to say. Finally, she dropped her hands to rest on the counter's edge and shrugged. "He tried tah kiss me and threw up instead." Charlie was never much of a talker to anyone, and never a gossiper with a dozen female friends to whom she could spill her guts, and this revelation of information, though it might be more than Cat cared to handle, felt nice.

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[info]full_of_stars
2011-08-16 12:15 pm UTC (link)
Cat paused for a moment, then pressed the start button, cringing as she turned around to look at Charlie, shaking her head.

"Oh, dear God," she said, a little laugh escaping her. "He really must like you."

Reaching for her own bag of clothes, she moved to the machine next in line after the ones Charlie's clothes currently occupied. "Is this normal behavior for him?" she asked, picking clothes out of her bag article by article, turning them inside out and fastening them as she did. The question translated simply enough: is he a drunk? But that would be impolitic to say at this juncture, and Cat tried to avoid being impolitic if she could.

"I'm assuming he was drunk, rather than suffering from a round of bad sushi?" she asked with a tiny smile as she tossed her underwear into the machine.

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[info]eristic
2011-08-18 03:27 am UTC (link)
Fingers tapped against the counter, less in exasperation and more in simple, sheer movement.

"Yeah, drunk. Off his ass," she continued, warming up to the thought that Cat was being so open. Not that most people weren't, just Charlie wasn't, and yet she found herself enjoying complaining to this woman. The only person she'd ever really done such a thing to in her life was Rylee, but she couldn't complain about Rylee to Rylee. Even a bullheaded person like Charlie knew enough sense to not do that.

"Not that he drinks a lot. This was cause'a a friend; I dunno if you know Sam? But he got Ry drunk, fuc-, ah, really drunk, like it was supposed'a help him. With me. I mean, not me, but how he felt. And this," she finished, gesturing at the washer. "Is what happened. Along with a good sized hangover the next day." Even with the unpleasant memory, she found herself almost laughing at it and shaking her head. All of it was really too absurd.

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[info]full_of_stars
2011-08-20 03:34 am UTC (link)
Cat grinned at Charlie, the expression genuine and warm. Shaking her head, she continued to place her clothes in the machine.

"He sounds very sweet," she said as she placed the last garment in the washer, then went to her bag to fish small handful of quarters out of one of the pockets. "And as though he's quite smitten."

As she slid the quarters into the machine, she said, "It seems as though you must like him a bit in return, no?" She looked at Charlie over her shoulder with a little smile and said, "You don't seem like the type to clean up vomit for just anyone."

It was easy to talk to Charlie, she found -- not that she normally had much trouble communicating, but this felt different: comfortable, real.

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[info]eristic
2011-08-21 06:29 pm UTC (link)
The smile faded a little from her face - of course she liked Rylee. As a friend. He was her best friend, had been for years. But it was quite clear that Cat probably didn't imply like in that context; and a little voice in Charlie's mind said that she'd be lying if she said anything other than yes. Her mouth flapped for a moment, shoulders hunched and then shrugging as she tried to find a way around answering the question.

"I, well, I mean...s'not like I could'a just left it there. I mean, he vomited in my apartment, an' on me. An' I...I couldn't jus', yah know, leave him to rot in the hallway. I jus'..." She distracted herself by moving over to the whites machine and getting that one going as well, mimicking the sequence of buttons she'd seen Cat push. For some reason, simply saying 'fuck no' to Cat's question seemed not only impossible, but that even if she managed to, Cat would see right through it with x-ray vision.

"He's been my friend for years," she finally continued, quietly, as though this were an admission in itself.

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[info]full_of_stars
2011-09-02 04:19 am UTC (link)
Cat's own smile smoothed away into an attentive expression - and she simply listened. Watching Charlie plug away at the machine, she remained still and silent until it seemed her companion was finished. Then she went over to the machine.

"That's quite good, Charlie. Just here - see where it lets you choose the type of wash you'd like? You'll want to go with 'Hot,' since the load is rather soiled. Since it's white, you needn't worry about color bleed." With that, she made the adjustment, then stepped back from the machine.

"A friend is a dear thing," Cat said moving back into the previous conversation as though they'd never left. "And it sounds as though Rylee is a particularly dear one. I should think, though, that it might be worth thinking about what sort of friend you'd like him to be?" She smiled slightly then, finally. "You seem to have some reservations, though."

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[info]eristic
2011-09-03 01:47 am UTC (link)
It amazed Charlie that washing clothes didn't simply involve putting them in the machine and turning it on, which had always been her formula. She followed Cat's instructions without hesitation, trusting the other woman to know better than she did. Then the load was swishing around in a circle, miming the washer next to it. Charlie backed up and resumed her spot leaning against the folding counter.

What kind of friend she'd want Rylee to be. Well, of course she was perfectly happy with them being just friends. She thought she'd made that quite clear. There was no need to change it - don't fix what ain't broke, right? But in all of their interactions, there was always an underlying understanding of something more. What that more was, exactly, was something Charlie had yet to decipher.

"Yeah, yah could say that," she admitted. She wasn't just about to confess her fears over ending up like her parents, or the potential of losing Rylee if such a relationship suddenly went south. And everything always went south, for Charlie at least, so she wanted to put the brakes on what she considered only bad news. So she went with a different confession instead. "I've never been in a relationship before. Like, yah know, boyfriend, girlfriend, whatever the fu-...whatever it's called."

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[info]full_of_stars
2011-09-04 03:24 am UTC (link)
Cat's expression, to her credit, did not change dramatically - but it did change. Her eyebrows rose, her lips parted just slightly, taking a moment to absorb this revelation, then considering what it meant. It wasn't a great surprise to hear, though not in so many words, that Charlie was not the greatest fan of intimacy, but it was difficult to make it into one's - mid-twenties? - without having been in a relationship. Cat had a few guesses as to why, and part of her - a large part of her - wanted to take the girl under her wing and make her understand safety, make her understand being cared for was not necessarily impermanent, or bad even if it was.

But that would be saying too much, presuming too much, and so instead she simply moved next to Charlie. Their arms could have brushed, but they didn't.

"Well, it sounds as though it'd take someone pretty special to earn a relationship with you," Cat said, looking at Charlie. "But when you think about it, you've probably had at least a few, even if they're not what you think of that way. We have a friendship; that's a relationship. And it sounds as though you and Rylee have a close relationship, even if it's not romantic." She smiled at her. "Romantic relationships aren't so different than friendships, when they're good. There's just more sex, which is rarely a bad thing."

She gave Charlie a grin.

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[info]eristic
2011-09-04 09:43 pm UTC (link)
She threw her hands up, her cheeks almost coloring a little. "Well, that's what I meant. Romantic sh-...stuff." Charlie could probably count on one hand the number of times she'd actually had sex, and of the names of the men with whom she'd slept she remembered none.

Of course, this was all highly personal information, though she was feeling more and more at ease with Cat. Almost like she could tell her anything at all, and not only would the other woman provide a listening ear, but she'd also know exactly what to do.

"Sure, I've had friends, sort of. But not the romantic cra-...kind of thing. And sex makes everything all..." Her hands fluttered through the air, struggling to find a way to express herself. "It makes things harder. I like what we have now, and I don't see why he can't like it too."

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[info]full_of_stars
2011-09-05 02:47 pm UTC (link)
Cat's smile turned sweeter at Charlie's initial reaction. The effect was immediate and positively endearing. The younger woman's discomfort made Cat want to hug her. In fact, if she'd thought Charlie would have responded well, she'd have done it.

But she wasn't certain how Charlie would respond, and so instead, she shook her head.

"Sex can definitely be a complication. And if you aren't comfortable, there's no reason to make any rash decisions or rush into anything. But odds are he does like what you have now, but it sounds like he has genuine feelings for you, and it can be a bit of a torment to care deeply for someone and want to express that, but not to have the means. Sex can make things more difficult, but it can also improve them exponentially under the right circumstances."

She paused for a moment, canting her head as she considered Charlie.

"Are you afraid of losing him?"

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[info]eristic
2011-09-05 05:10 pm UTC (link)
Her hands gripped the edge of the counter once more, eyes suddenly wandering away like a child who was being caught out at doing something they shouldn't have. Her face dropped down and she heaved a sigh, being far more dramatic than necessary, before giving a simple nod.

"Yeah." The word was spoken sadly before Charlie seemed to pull herself together and make some kind of a decision. She rolled her shoulders and looked up to meet Cat in the eye.

"I don't understand why he wants that, with me. If things change like that, they can't really change back, can they? We've been friends for a long time, it works, we know what to expect from each other an' all that. That changes and what if he thinks he doesn't want that, that he was wrong? Or maybe I think I don't want it.

"I don't want to hurt him, I already done that an' I don't like myself for it. I mean, I make mistakes, a lot of 'em, an' I screw things up all the time. I'm tryin' to do a good thing, here, stoppin' this before it starts." It was quite possibly the longest sentence or explanation she'd given to anyone, and it was heartfelt. It also suggested at other things, more explanations that would explain the difficulties Charlie apparently saw in such a relationship with Rylee.

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[info]full_of_stars
2011-09-08 01:26 am UTC (link)
The small movements Charlie made spoke volumes to Cat, and unconsciously, she shifted closer to the younger woman, watching her face, listening to her speak. Something ached in Cat when Charlie confessed to not knowing why Rylee would want a relationship with her -- it was sudden and deep and she almost couldn't bear it.

Cat was quiet for a moment, trying weave and bend words so that they would somehow make sense, to comfort her, to make her understand what it was that Rylee wanted, what it is that she was missing. Instead, she was quiet for a little longer. She wondered at the details, and could guess a bit at what made Charlie worry this way.

It felt as though she was dispensing canned advice, in a way - it was familiar and basic, but somehow, she wanted it to hit home, wanted Charlie to understand what she was worth. It was unusual, and later she'd consider how unlike her it was to feel so strongly about someone she'd known for such a short time. But for now, she asked,

"How can you be so sure that it'll end badly, though?" Turning a bit more, she shook her head.

"You may have your own issues - we all do. Most of us are damaged or hurt or twisted in some way by life, and some of us hide it better than others. But the key to a successful relationship, thank God, is not being undamaged, but rather finding someone you trust enough to show your damage to, and who is worthy enough of that trust to accept it."

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[info]eristic
2011-09-09 02:25 am UTC (link)
For a minute Charlie thought she had said too much, shared too much, and was ready to clam back up. It was a rare moment when she revealed such thoughts to another person, much less someone who was nearly a complete stranger. But there was something utterly comforting about Cat's presence, that made Charlie feel comfortable and listened to. Cat's words were taken, considered, and puzzled over - as usual, not only did Charlie have difficulty expressing herself vocally, but was never much of an audio learner. Her lips rolled over her teeth, thinking. She chose to ignore Cat's other question, the one about the reasons for Charlie's fears.

"Yeah, that makes sense," she finally agreed. And it did, sort of, as much as Charlie could understand it. Her hands loosed their grip on the counter, arms crossing over her chest loosely. "Outta anybody he probably knows me the best, but I still think he's crazy." She lifted a hand to her face, smearing fingers on the skin just underneath her eye as though she were relieving it of an eyelash or other irritation - then the hand was tucked back into the cross of her arms. Charlie looked down again, kicking her feet.

"Look, I'm sorry to dump all this on yah, I didn' mean to interrupt...yer laundry." She looked at Cat again, the need to apologize was something that felt imperative. But she felt a bit better, somewhat relieved of a weight she wasn't even aware she'd been carrying. The realization of that alone was worth something.

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[info]full_of_stars
2011-09-09 01:53 pm UTC (link)
Charlie's response made Cat smile a bit, hoping it was a portent of better things to come. The thought of Charlie's happiness was a sweet one to Cat, and it heartened her to think that maybe she might open herself up to it with this friend of hers.

With a smile, Cat took a chance to reach out and squeeze Charlie's arm in lieu of her tucked-away hand. "You're hardly interrupting. Had you not been here, I'd have thrown my laundry in and likely sneaked entirely too many cigarettes while I waited for it to finish."

Her smile turned wry.

"So you see? You're helping me adapt to this California lifestyle without even trying."

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[info]eristic
2011-09-12 01:26 am UTC (link)
Charlie gave an abrupt laugh, her hand moving out from it's hidey-hole and rubbing up and down the length of her arm. This whole scene certainly felt strange, but at the same time, she didn't lament or wish to be rid of it at all. The random touch that came from Cat felt entirely natural, and Charlie made no move to put more distance between herself and the woman.

"Don't think I'd be one tah ask 'bout that, or help with it, not really," she responded, knowing full well that the 'California lifestyle' had done nothing to change her eating or drinking habits. Charlie didn't much care for either the plasticism of the Barbie-like women, nor the ones who were so gung-ho about not eating animals; it wasn't so much that Cat smoked, but the thought that she didn't neatly fit into either of these boxes either that made Charlie like her more. They were both strangers to this state, to the ideals here.

"And it'd be one'a the few times somebody tol' me I was helpin'," she continued, deprecating herself playfully in an act of bonding. The move to California had been to entirely uproot herself and...well, from there, Charlie hadn't really thought about it, but maybe she was finding more than she could have ever expected to. Though her standards were rarely high to begin with.

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[info]full_of_stars
2011-09-14 01:06 am UTC (link)
Cat grinned. "You do seem like a bit of a troublemaker. But to be honest," she said, leaning toward Charlie conspiratorially, "I rather like that in a girl." She gave her a wink. The affinity she felt for this girl was more than enough to make her friendly, and though she couldn't be sure it was mutual, the kinship she felt with Charlie only grew stronger each time they met, it seemed. After a moment of considering her, she said,

"You should come to my flat for dinner this week. Not to say that I'll cook," she gave her a sly smile, "But I'll certainly arrange for there to be food and wine. You should bring a friend or two; anyone you like. We'll eat, drink, be merry, and lament the bloody awful traffic and healthy living that seems to be the dominant force of nature in this part of the world, God help us."

With a smile, she said, "What do you say?"

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[info]eristic
2011-09-15 10:40 pm UTC (link)
Charlie was generally one to shy away from attention, but there was something about Cat that made her feel incredibly pleased about the other woman's approval. Not so much that it was necessary, but certainly desired. It surprised Charlie, a little, how eager she was to instantly accept Cat's invitation, as though to continue to pursue her attention.

"Not really sure when I'd be able to make my schedule work," she started, lamely and somewhat stuntedly. It was almost a canned response; then Charlie rolled her shoulders and shrugged, a wisp of a smile appearing on her face. "Hell, I can always call in sick. Or just not show up." As to the idea of bringing a friend, however, she faltered. Not because she wanted the time with Cat all to herself (though the thought was there) but that she had next to no friends, except for Rylee.

"I guess I could bring Ry..." She stated as though musing, unwilling to admit that she knew virtually no other people in the building.

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[info]full_of_stars
2011-09-17 01:20 am UTC (link)
If Charlie's smile was a wisp, Cat's was equally broad and full.

"Oh, don't miss work on my account; we'll arrange it so you can make it. On whatever day you have off. And yes, you should bring Ry," she said, her smile unabated. "I'd love to meet him. We'll have a little dinner party. It'll be lovely."

Cat was inordinately pleased by this development, and was already considering what should be on the menu.

"When is your next day off? And what do you like to eat?"

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[info]eristic
2011-09-17 04:27 am UTC (link)
Cat's insistence on Charlie's selection of Rylee as a guest made Charlie feel as though she'd passed some sort of test, and the smile on her face grew a little.

"My next day off is next Tuesday. I can let Ry know, I'm sure he doesn't have much goin' on." She was fairly certain that not only did Rylee have little to do after work, but that he might enjoy Cat's company.

"An' food...uh, thai?" She shrugged, giving off the impression that as long as whatever she was eating was covered in some kind of sauce and was mostly edible, she wouldn't complain.

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[info]full_of_stars
2011-09-18 04:54 am UTC (link)
Cat nodded, already mentally planning for the event, and offered Charlie a smile.

"Tuesday is perfect, and so is Thai," she said. "Now I think I'll take a dip in the pool while the laundry runs its course. Care to join me?"

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[info]eristic
2011-09-18 07:07 pm UTC (link)
Charlie gave a nod before she even realized she was answering in the affirmative; again she felt like she was being praised for a correct answer, and the invitation to continue having Cat's attention on her made her want to jump excitedly. She managed to suppress the emotion and instead returned the other woman's smile.

"Sure." She pushed off of the counter and led the way (with perhaps a bit of a bounce in her step) out of the laundry room, moving at a simple pace to let Cat match her, for some reason not wanting to move too quickly lest she lose her spotlight.

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