Molly (padawan_molly) wrote in carpediem_rp, @ 2015-12-28 19:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: gabe turner, character: molly carpenter, thread: complete |
Who: Molly and Gabe
When: Saturday 26 December, Late night (into Sunday)
Where: random club to random bar
What: talking mostly
Rating/Warnings: “underage” drinking.
Status: Closed/Complete
Molly had limited time really to think and consider what Gabe had said to her. With all of her siblings around constantly it was keeping her busy. She finally sat down though with Daniel to talk things out. After all, he was the closest to her age and typically both protective of her and intelligent, which was the combination she needed at the moment - their parents would not be as useful in this respect. She imagined her mom would be pleased it wasn't Harry, but outside of that it wasn't something she thought would go well.
The determination, based on discussion, was that she was officially an idiot. (Her words, not Daniel’s.) She did care for Gabe, love him in return, but she had been so focused on her crush on Harry that she didn't even realize it. Now though she had to find him. It would be a trek, a lot of apparating, but she figured she should start at his home and work outward. He wasn't there, according to the house elf that answered, and so off she went. Each place she popped to, a quick scan of minds happened. No real effect on those scanned, just enough to take away whether he was there or not.
It took a bit of time, but she finally found him in one of her scans- one of the clubs they had gone to. She made her way through the crowd, occasionally scanning close by people to lead her toward him. A half smile curved her lips as she found him at the bar, and she slipped up behind him, touching his arm lightly.
Gabe didn't know who touched him, but to be honest he didn't entirely care. It was a Saturday night. He was in the club. He wasn't sober. He was here to dance and have a good time. "What do you want?" He indicated the bartender to whoever it was who'd touched him.
Molly noticed he hadn't even looked to see who had touched him, and a faint hint of amusement lit her eyes. She knew they both had their self-destructive streaks, sure, but she usually at least checked who she was speaking to. Perhaps just a paranoid response. She didn't know. Either way though, she leaned close to his ear, murmuring “You,” before moving into his field of vision.
The voice was identified before she moved into his view. Molly. "Carpenter? Fancy meeting you in a place like this." It wasn't any where near Chicago or her family. He didn't think she was as much of a clubber as he was, but she surprised him often enough. "What are you drinking?" He asked, keeping it casual.
Molly shrugged. “Took a while to find you.” Which was logical. There were a lot of clubs out there. She supposed she was lucky she had found him at all. She raised an eyebrow slightly at his question and smirked. “Beer. At the pub down the street. With you.” Because it would be quieter and she could grab something to nibble on too.
"You were looking for me?" It made sense since she wasn't as much of a clubber. On the other hand it was completely out of character for her. Apparently she was looking to talk, if she preferred to pub to the club. That was unsettling, especially paired with the fact that she'd sought him out.
“I was. Come on, then.” She caught his hand in hers, pulling him toward the door lightly. He could easily break the hold, but she was hoping he didn't. She wanted to be someplace less loud when she talked to him. She wanted to be drunk too, but that seemed a bit wrong. She needed to tell him sober, at least. If he shot her down after she could drink.
He broke her hold but only because he wasn't done yet here, "Let me pay my tab and get my ID back." He wasn't going to fight it, though he didn't exactly mind the delay required to get the bartender's attention and settle up. He turned back to her though when he was done to follow her out.
It didn't take long to walk over to their destination. It wasn't far and both of them had long legs. It was better to get there fast. She didn't want to have time to reconsider her decision to talk to him about this. She led him inside and motioned him to a table that seemed off from everyone else in the sparsely populated pub. “So. I've been thinking. Sort of a lot.”
Gabe wasn't one for talking, not really. That's why he liked alcohol and drugs and loud clubs. He continued to deflect, "It's common the end of the year." He looked around for shadows, ravens or crows hoping one of them might give him some sort of protection in this conversation. It was hard to see the shadows for the lighting in the pub.
“It's more common when you have something unexpected happen to you.” She spoke softly, glancing away for a moment before deciding to get everything out. Her hand touched his cheek lightly, turning him so she could look into his eyes. “Did you mean what you said, Gabriel?” It was clear now in her expression, her tone, even the use of his full name, that she was nervous.
Gabriel was elusive when it suited him. He normally didn't bother but this was not normal. "Depends on what I said." Gabe knew he wasn't making it easy but he didn't exactly what to discuss what had happened with Molly any more than he had wanted to discuss it with Sera or his sisters or anyone, really.
Molly sighed quietly. She had expected this, yes, and she expected now to be told she was too late, but he needed to know. “You took me to Star Wars. Even though you knew we'd probably get in trouble and you didn't care about the movie. You cared because I did. You… Did it to make me happy.” She paused, obviously considering her next words. “When I think of you doing things like that for other people, it makes my stomach twist some. I…” She trailed off for a moment and swallowed before speaking again. “I want to be the one who does things like that for you. Makes you happy and all. Because I do love you. I was stupid enough to not realize it because it just came so naturally… Because it made sense and you know me, I can't actually accept things that make sense sometimes.” She laughed softly, her eyes meeting his again. “So. Did you mean it?”
Gabe preferred avoidance. He'd been taught that technique his entire life, and one that made sense to him. Confronting things directly wasn't the Slytherin or the Turner way. He didn't reply immediately. Finally he sighed. "Yea." He didn't see what difference it made, although obviously she thought otherwise.
Molly nodded slightly. “So. Do we do something about it? Or…?” She didn't know what he wanted to do, which meant that he would be making final judgement on this. She was open to testing things, but she didn't know what he wanted. Her eyes moved to the table, not wanting to somehow influence him subconsciously in his decision.
Gabe hadn't meant to say it; it had just come out and made everything awkward. This was possibly more uncomfortable, if he was honest. "Like what?" He didn't know what 'doing something about it' really meant. He wasn't sure he would be any good with monogamy. And just saying something had changed things between them, and not in a good way so far.
“Go on dates? Or something?” Molly shrugged a bit and smiled at him. “I mean… When I say I love you, it's not that I want to change you. It's just you. You accept me, and I accept you.” She smiled again and brushed her hair back from her face. “It could be fun? Just having someone around whenever, if we get bored or something.”
"Dates," Gabe didn't date typically… ever. He had a general impression of what that was, from movies. "So, like, exclusive?" Every so often the California boy came out in his speech, and this was one of those times. He definitely wasn't sure if he was sober enough for this conversation, or if he wasn't drunk enough.
“I already said I don't want to change you. I'm not going to stop you from being with other people if you want to. I'm just offering that… We have each other if there isn't anyone you want to be with that night. Or if you want company.” Molly shrugged one shoulder faintly and smiled. “Or we can ignore it? You're the one that said it first. It's...up to you.”
"It wasn't planned. It just… came out." Gabe certainly wouldn't have said it mid-seduction if he'd actually thought about what he was saying. It wasn't even something he had thought about before saying it. Gabe decided - he wasn't drunk enough for this.
Molly nodded. “Then we ignore it.” She motioned to a nearby waitress to come over, ordering herself a drink. She was far too sober now too and she wanted to remedy that. She glanced at Gabe after handing over her ID, figuring he would order something too. It just made sense really.
Gabe didn't think that sounded right either - ignoring it. Not when she'd hunted him down to make her own declaration. If they were ignoring it, then they wouldn't have even acknowledged what he'd said. "Or just… not make a big deal and just… figure it out as we go." Gabe added his order to hers. Alcohol would be good.