a_hayworth (a_hayworth) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-01-21 01:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | anthony hayworth, carly mcdonald, place: la |
In Need of Caffeination
Who: Anthony and Carly
Where: Jolt (Coffee Shop)
When: Tuesday, Jan 20
Anthony stopped in the coffee shop so that he could grab himself something nice and caffeinated for the night. It would be another long night for him, and, with the lack of sleep he had been getting lately, he needed a bit of a jolt to keep him going. Between all of the practices and the shows, he wasn't getting much in the way of sleep lately. Nothing he could really do about it, since he wouldn't trade this life for anything, but it got a little tiring at times.
Carly had just gotten off work, and was in dire need of a caffeine fix. Still in her scrubs, she sat quietly at the coffee shop (with a name like Jolt!, she had to stop on principle alone), her hair in a tight pony, sipping a hot latte.
Anthony got his coffee and sat down at one of the tables, nodding to what seemed to be a very attractive doctor as she came in, giving her a smile as well.
Giving a sweet little smile and wave, Carly felt her eyes so a little wide: face it, the guy was gorgeous. What he was doing out so late, and alone, looking like that? Who knew. She took another sip, just casually watching to see what he did next.
That was the in that he needed to see. His grin to her got a little wider, and he waved her over, to see if she would sit with him. Conversation with coffee was always a good thing.
Blinking like the proverbial deer in headlights, she took a few moments to process that he did in fact mean her, before quickly skittering over to his table, sitting back down. "H-Hi..."
He grinned at her. He had a bit of a thing for shy girls. What could he say? "Hi, I'm Anthony. Want to join me?"
"S-Sure.... and I'm Carly. And, obviously, I like coffee. As do you! Or you wouldn't be here. And I'm talking like a mentally challenged toddler."
"Well, Carly who likes coffee, have a seat," he said with a broad grin. He gestured to the empty seat in front of him at the table.
"Normally I look a little, you know... nicer." Ok, so she was never exactly a glamor queen, but still. "Just kinda let work."
"Well, I think you're very pretty, so don't be so hard on yourself," Anthony told her, taking a sip of his coffee. "Are you a doctor?"
She nodded sweetly, looking like just about the most gentle creature alive. "I... do a lot of different things, but primarily I'm a surgeon."
"A surgeon? Brains and beauty. A good combo in a woman," he said to her with a smirk.
"Oh, aren't you just a smooth-talker." She giggled quietly, putting her hand to her mouth. "I suppose it's a turn-on if you like feeling safe though. Nothing like a woman who can recussitate you if need be." Especially in this city, she thought.
His grin got a little wider when she said that he was a smooth talked. Well, he was that. Years of being a musician in the LA scene had seen to that. "Definitely a good person to have around in this city, then."
"So... not that it's any of my business... but what ARE you doing out by yourself so late?" Ok, so she was mostly worried that maybe he was evil. But working with demons and witches and everything else tended to put that paranoia in one's head.
"A little bit of work, myself," he told her. "I'm a musician, and we're pretty big with the late night gigs." Damn, probably made him sound like a vampire, didn't it? At least he was tan enough to have that thought thrown out the window real quick.
A musician? Well. She could pretty much rule out this guy being interested in her for more than, say, another thirty minutes. Musicians tended to be way too interesting and exciting to be into someone as boring and weird as Carly. "What do you play?"
"I sing and play guitar in the band Devilock," he said to her. "We've been around here for a few years now, so we're pretty steady in our gigs, which means lot of late nights for me."
"Sounds way more exciting than anything I do." She chuckled, finishing her coffee. "I spend most of my days and nights wrist deep in stuff you really wouldn't wanna hear about."
"I'm not so sure," he said, leaning forward across the table a little bit. "I would think that occasionally getting to save a life or two would be more exciting than just playing music on a stage any night."
"Well, I love my job, so I have that going for me." And she did... hell, her problem was how to relate to others in situations NOT involving work.
"Always a good thing. It sucks working a job that you hate." He had worked one or two in his life before just giving that up and going toward music.
She embarrassingly lost herself for a moment, kind of just looking into his eyes. Good lord, he had amazing eyes.
"Ever work a job that you hated?" he asked her. She looked a little dazed for a second, so he just took a sip of his coffee and waited for her to come back down to earth.
"Hm? OH! Oh! Um... no... not really..." She blushed there, as her extreme nerdiness was about to rear it's ugly (to her) head. "I never had time to work prior to this. I graduated high school at 16, then was done with med school by 20."
"Well, then you certainly are a lucky woman, aren't you?" He hadn't realized that she was quite that young. It made sense, now that he thought about it, but he hadn't thought of a full fledged doctor being in her early twenties.
"Maybe I could come watch you perform sometime." Then she thought, and her face made an adorable little scrunching motion. "I mean, as long as your band isn't anything too crazy. I mean, I like some rock, but not, you know, that screamy, 'grrrr, kill everyone!' stuff."
"Well, we're not 'grr, kill everyone' so at least there's a chance of you enjoying it," he said with a laugh. She was actually quite cute. "I'd like it if you stopped by a gig, though."
"Hm. Consider it done. I havent taken a vacation day in over a year and a half, and even that last one was because I was sick. So I think they can let me take one."
"Good. I'm sure they can spare you for at least a night then," he said. He snagged a random pen off of one of the tables and wrote down the place and time of the next gig that the bad was playing at. He slid the napkin over to her.
She took it (a little too eagerly, she feared), and blushed as their hands briefly touched. She hated how shy and naive she tended to be at times, but it's who she was.
Well, he seemed to dig the way that she was, because he just smiled when she blushed. "I hope I get to see you there." He finished off his coffee.
Carly just gave a blushy little grin and nodded. "Trust me, I wouldn't miss it."