cullingsong (cullingsong) wrote in bizarre_city, @ 2013-02-09 13:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | andrew moreau, roxanna hill |
March 14
Andrew and OPEN
Afternoon
Tavern Patio
He usually had his drinks inside, but today there was just something about being out in the sun that called to him. Melisande still refused to see him, so he did the only thing he could do besides sit around the house and mope. His return to the offices at Aegis had actually been refreshing. Andrew had dreaded going back to "normal" life. It felt wrong to be sitting in a boardroom while the woman he loved was suffering, but at some point or another life did start grading on attendance.
He had a department to run now and he was grossly behind on his work. His coworkers were good people, and reliable too, so the world hadn't fallen apart during his leave of absence. His primary job was still Judgment, so he hadn't been failing entirely in his work. There was just more to it now. Andrew would have walked away from it all for her, but it had not come to that yet and he was not eager to leave behind the difference he made here.
Most in his "outreach" department were assigned to high profile individuals or groups, such as the Sidhe, or even local covens. They maintained the relationships necessary to work with these entities efficiently and the the benefit of everyone--especially Aegis. It was something he would have to talk with Abel Haskel about when all this was said and done. The trick was that often these relationships were hard to forge to begin with. Andrew had a knack for people. He always had. The work suited him when he was an Agent, but now he had to think bigger, and it was stressful but in a good sort of way.
He'd been putting in long days for the past week and that means he could afford a leisurely lunch break in the middle. He checked his watch, but didn't seem rushed by the time he saw there. Despite heading a large department for one of the biggest companies in the world, he was wearing jeans today. He didn't have any particularly important meetings, and he didn't fall under any dress codes. He could run things as he saw fit, so long as he continued to get results. The new head of the whole Division seemed to be showing him an odd amount of favor, but he figured that it was because Kitriel owed his success to Andrew Moreau's "betrayal" of the former company CEO. He couldn't have known that the Oracle herself had taken a favorable interest in him.
All because of Melisande.
But no, he was trying not to think about her. As much as he loved her and wanted to be there, she had made it clear she needed space, and if he couldn't just sit around feeling miserable. It would just end up with Tristan dragging him out of a bar and this time around they would have had more to fight about.
He had a plate of Irish nachos to work at and a coke with grenadine--a Roy Rogers, which Kaylee delighted in teasing him about when he would order it. The nachos were basically waffle fries done up as tortilla chips would have been, with spicy cheese, red and green peppers, jalapenos, and sour cream. You could get fajita-style chicken or ground beef with them, and today was a chicken kind of day.
Since he was sitting alone, all he really had to do was absently watch the people walking past beyond the little waist-level metal fence that sectioned off the tables from the rest of the world. The atmosphere was pleasant enough, and the place was quiet on a weekday afternoon. A few others sat eating or drinking, but most of his peers who frequented the place had since gone back to work to finish off their shifts.