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theodore watson {mars} (praelium) wrote in themoderngods,
@ 2012-03-21 14:43:00

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!thread, × club nyx, ♥ cora labroche, ♥ theodore watson, ♦ hera, ♦ mars

Who: Theo and open
What: Theo forgets his birthday
Where: Nyx
When: March 18, afternoon [backdated]

Forgetting your own birthday wasn’t the biggest blunder someone could make, especially in a city that was still relatively new to you. Not like Theo could ever think that New York could get old. Every morning of every day, he woke up with this newfound vigor. There were more fractions to be discovered and searched, more people to meet, and if he was so busy doing so much how could he possibly remember the very day that he was born? Point blank, he couldn’t. Especially, especially when it followed the ever-inebriating night of St. Patrick’s. Although he had gotten out at a fairly late hour of the night, he made up by tossing away the sober-spent feeling and guzzling down as much alcohol as his body could handle. Granted he blanked out, but that could only denote what a characteristically crazy time he had.

He also woke up at some random person’s place, in the bathtub, but that was alright too. At least he wasn’t wet. Theo staggered back to his place at around two in the afternoon, barely making it to his door without wanting to collapse. Holding the foam cup of coffee he picked up on the way, he fumbled with his key and walked in. Even with the excruciating headache, he sauntered over to the phone to check his messages, and that was when he figured out just what day it was. It was his mother greeting him a happy birthday and to call him quickly. So, much to his dismay, he did. They exchanged the general pleasantries where she asked what he was doing, who he was doing it with, yadda, yadda. None of those questions were what she truly wanted to say because eventually, she told him that she and his father had purchased him a new place to stay. A penthouse.

It took everything he had not to groan outwardly. The brownstone was more than enough, but now he had to move out a mere few blocks away just so he could waste his time some place bigger. Too big. Accordingly, even though it was early in the afternoon, he went over to Nyx to grab himself a drink. Theo sat down, rolled in the stool, and began to down that beer like there was no tomorrow.

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_marriage
2012-03-22 02:25 am UTC (link)

Nyx had continued to come up in the online journal comments and while Cora wasn't one much for going out she was curious; and Hera was desperate to find others. With the city that seemed to be booming in god-souls she was sure there were people to find if they just expanded their horizons into the city.

A Wednesday night seemed a strange one to go out, but it was a compromise between Cora and Hera. There would be people out and about, but not so many as to make them uncomfortable; it would be a simple nice relaxing evening with a few drinks and a little conversation. They may not find anyone, but, they would make social connections and that was just as important.

A taxi and a small hop onto the curb in high heels, she was pushing open the door and looking around at the rather attractive layout and made her way to the bar. It was rather packed at the stools and it was luck that a seat happened to open up as she maneuvered through the people. Carefully laying her small clutch on the counter she rose a hand to the tender and ordered a scotch on the rocks, tousling her hair slightly as she went to look around awaiting her drink.

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praelium
2012-03-22 08:30 pm UTC (link)

Being unemployed meant not worrying about having to wake up early in the morning to tend to some mundane duties. Meaning, he could afford to drink on one forlorn Wednesday afternoon. Although he hadn’t had any trouble making a few friends here and there, he was susceptible to boredom and daily monotonies. Some would argue that unemployment certainly wasn’t something to care about when mommy-dearest and daddy-dearest was currently disbursing all the expenses for him, but he liked to keep his hands busy. He didn’t want to live a completely erratic life. As much as he hated to admit it, some consistency was good.

As he tongued the nose of the bottle, he pondered over possible jobs. Theo had very little plans to remain latent. The moment a woman settled next to him though, his eyes shifted. With a cursory gaze down her form, he was already twisting in his stool. There was a strange pang in his gut, something that could have easily been mistaken as nausea, but Theo disregarded it easily. Rather than dwelling on the almost sickening feeling that formed, he put on a smile and leaned his chin on his palm. “It’s rather early to be drinking, no?” he quipped, his English accent deucedly thick.

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_marriage
2012-03-22 08:56 pm UTC (link)

Her fingers went to wrap around the cool glass as it was handed to her and her chin pressed into her shoulder turning to look at the voice that weaved its way to her cognition. His wandering eyes had her own gaze running him over and she couldn't help it, she smirked slightly. "One could say the same for you. You seem to have quite the start." It was not a cruel statement or even a judging one, merely a simple observation. She was good at those, Hera always watchful and Cora trained to see the minutiae of human emotions, and his whole body language screamed a few drinks had been partaken in or he was a very laid back man. Either was possible, but the fact they were in a bar on the afternoon of a Wednesday? It led her to believe the first.

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praelium
2012-03-22 11:23 pm UTC (link)

One drink really wasn’t enough to give him any sort of buzz, but was able to somewhat nullify the raging hangover he was having. Water or bagels probably would have been a much more pragmatic alternative, but somehow, the idea of alcohol cancelling out the hangover seemed like a better idea. Alcohol always seemed like the better idea. “My, you are very observant.” There was a strong possibility that one might take that as an extremely patronizing retort, but it was simply his peculiar method of jest. He lifted his beer towards her and took a swing. He knew that he’d been drinking early, which was the foundation of his initial quip, but he really couldn’t care less that the sun was up and already alcohol began to course through his body. “But alas, not even buzzed. Working on that, though.”

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_marriage
2012-03-22 11:30 pm UTC (link)

Her lips twisted in an amused sort of look at him, trying to ignore the fact that he had an enchanting accent. He was human, just like everyone else, regardless of how he spoke. "Well, you are sitting in a bar with a beer in front of you, not a hard leap." She rose her own glass to take a sip and chortled in her mind at the fact, he had a beer and she had hard liquor. He had had a point in pointing out her drinking.

Putting the glass back on the counter, looking at it a bit embarrassed she wet her lips and turned to face him, smiling. "What are you trying to forget?" There was something about him, Cora was struggling with Hera as she got a good look at him. There was a god-soul within him, she was getting better and better about recognizing such a thing the more she met and the more power she was gaining. It was faint however, too faint for him to be awake, and she had no idea of who it could be. Cora was desperate to keep it that way, she had enough gods in her life to add one more.

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praelium
2012-03-23 12:28 am UTC (link)

“I would hope not,” he answered with a cock of his eyebrow. The stir wouldn’t go away. It was more of an obstinate spasm in his gut—wrenching and tugging and he almost couldn’t even stomach the frothy beer, which was so horribly pussy of him. Theo simply couldn’t understand it and suppressing a grimace, he left his bottle neglected. Just for a moment. This wasn’t the first time something akin to this had occurred. Multiple incidents had fitfully come and left, though he thought very little of it. It was easy to blame it on nerves of living in such a new city, even if it had been already a couple of months. As long as he had something to blame, it would be rightfully ignored.

Again, Theo sighed heavily. “Not forget. Numb.” It sounded much more solemn than he had intended and so, punctuated it with a bark of laughter. He lifted his hand and tapped his temple. “Dreadful hangover. Trying to annul the result of excessive consumption of alcohol with alcohol. Doesn’t sound very logical, but it works, I assure you.”

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_marriage
2012-03-23 01:04 am UTC (link)

She gave a quiet chuckle and looked back down at her glass, she had bought it for a reason, she may as well drink it. Taking a sip, she carefully brushed the back of her hand over her top lip to disperse the condensation before giving somewhat of a more twinkling sort of laugh. "That is forgetting something, a hangover, but still something. And I had a lot of suggestions about that when I was attempting to get rid of my own two nights ago. I chose to drink water and go to work instead." There was a small hint of a grin before she took another sip and put the drink down.

Turning in her stool, she sat up a bit straight and offered her hand out. "Cora, it's nice to meet you. Even for a brief bar-conversation second."

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praelium
2012-03-24 06:35 pm UTC (link)

He shrugged his shoulders. “To a sense, I suppose,” he said, twirling the bottle idly between his fingers. Averting his gaze, Theo chuckled. Well, that would be the most plausible thing to do, but Theo held very little plausibility (generally) and plenty of following his gut or what seemed to be a good idea at the moment. Bars were a good idea. His eyes shifted onto the hand extended towards him. He took the extended hand and grinned. “Theodore. Call me Theo. Call me Teddy. Whatever—I do like some creativity,” he said.

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_marriage
2012-03-25 03:53 am UTC (link)

"Alright, Theodore-Theo-Teddy. You might have to wait for a few more drinks for me to get creative." She said lifting her glass again, sort of shaking it slightly, the ice clinking against the side of the glass before going to take another sip, wetting her lips to clear them of the left over liquid before turning her head just slightly to smile at him. "I'm trying to just get out and make friends. Though I suppose, not very well. Going out on a Sunday." She had no problem laughing at herself, usually, and this was one aspect she could admit with ease. She was a home-body and making friends was not easy for her, mostly because she had another personality to contend with that was overly picky.

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praelium
2012-03-25 09:09 pm UTC (link)

“I can wait,” he assured her, bouncing his eyebrows in jest. But then his eyes narrowed in skepticism, clearly doubting her claim and even wordlessly accusing her of lying. How could someone with such a pretty face have trouble making friends? Theo found it entirely unfathomable, especially when he, himself, seemed to possess physical attributes that many favored and accordingly, met a good handful of people who were drawn to him. Sometimes, Theo was known to have a very narrow mind and couldn’t seem to understand the quandaries other faced because he never encountered them himself. “You met me,” he pointed out, tapping the counter and not a moment later, another beer was in his hand. “And it’s New York. You meet the strangest people during the strangest times. Guess that’s why I’m so fond of it so far.”

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_marriage
2012-03-25 09:24 pm UTC (link)

She could not help it, she laughed, both at his words and the way his eyebrows seemed to lift with his words. They were expressive, and just as quickly as she'd seen the jump she noticed the almost leering gaze. Covering her mouth, she shook her head, and smiled at him. "I do! Or at least, I am assuming that look was because you think I'm making something up, unless I've offended you already?" Now her own voice was teasing slightly, "unless I'm at work, I have a terrible time putting my foot in my mouth." Or Hera did, but she wasn't about to tell this stranger she had a goddess living in her head that had opinions on everything.

"I have met you. And hopefully won't scare you away," she gave him a smile and lifted her glass at him before taking a sip, sucking in her lips to clear them of the scotch as he continued on, her eyes widening in question. "Oh? Did you just get here? Are you travelling? I mean- obviously- with the accent-" she paused and put a hand on her chest and shook her head. "I'm sorry, see. There I go again."

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praelium
2012-03-25 09:43 pm UTC (link)

“Oh yeah,” he answered solemnly, his lips pulling down and nodding in a very disdain and disapproving manner. Clearly feigned, of course. “You offended me greatly. No really, it’s taking all my strength not to just break down in tears right about now!” Again, something dreadful stirred within his stomach, and perhaps he shouldn’t have purchased another beer. But Theo’s logical (rather poor logic) told him that imbibing more alcohol had to nullify, or at the very least, anesthetize the vile feeling that continued to fester within him. He didn’t know what could have been rattling in his stomach, but he absolutely abhorred it and for a moment, for a very split second, his twisted expression made him look serious about his comment.

Despite all that was going on in his stomach, he managed to laugh. “It takes a lot to scare me away, love,” he promised her, taking a long, therapeutic swig from his beer. Sighing heavily, he shook his head. “Your definition of rambling is very light, m’dear,” he chuckled. “That isn’t rambling. That’s saying enough. Or in this case, too little.” Since she failed to finish her sentence and all. Theo shrugged his shoulders. “Moved here a couple of months ago. I’m quite fond of it, I am. But I still feel a little out of place, y’know? Everyone moves so… quickly.”

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_marriage
2012-03-25 09:59 pm UTC (link)

For a moment she honestly thought he was serious, looking incredible apologetic and nearly reached out to put a hand on his arm to apologize. Hera was even stirring, particularly as his mouth twisted and it reminded her of something. "Are you alright?" And then he laughed and she relaxed, laughing quietly herself. "You have quite the poker-face Theo. I'm not usually so fooled."

And then she flushed at the words and looked down into her lap, smiling softly. "I could have started to make light of the fact I know absolutely nothing about other cultures--besides France" she paused again, "and Ancient Greece--and make some horrendously faux pas and insult you if I kept rambling!" Her head turned to look at him then, hair slipping over her shoulder in loose strands as she smiled. "Only been here a year myself, still getting use to things. I grew up in a small town where, and I wish I was not using this cliche, I knew everyone on my street and everything moved at a snail's pace. I haven't quite figured out how to keep up with New Yorkers, maybe that's why I don't manage many friends."

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