Elysian Fields RPG

It's been a while since Zach's had the chance to catch up with matt, and he's really looking forward to it. Between both of them working, and both having relationships that demanded a lot of their spare time, time had been at a premium. But they'd found some time and they were sitting in the bar at Elysian Fields, beer in front of them and mid-story about working with great but... artistic people. In which artistic meant "fussier than I am about everything being perfect," at least in Zach's case. "It's not that they aren't great people," Zach said. "But when you have someone coming in who's done a show that has three episodes a year, and thinks they have all the time in the world on the set, well, it can lead to some... interesting misunderstandings."

It was early, but not the earliest call they'd had. Tiffani wasn't fighting sleep like she often was at the earliest times, so that made it better for her. She had gotten coffee for herself and Matt - Tim was being called later, as this was one of her and Matt's rare scenes without him. She kind of liked that they had some time to talk, and currently there was some setting up going on that they weren't needed for. Perfect time to catch up, she thought. "So," she smiled, sitting down next to Matt. "How are your kids? It must be wonderfully chaotic having that many so yount, I remember when my son was that age. All of them," she teased.

Things were moving along as they always did, Matt had gone out to California over the weekend to see Simon and the kids, he never did get enough time with them while they were filming. But he was back in New York now, moving between work and spending time with friends after - when Tiffani told him Alexandra was around. Well Matt certainly couldn't let her get away without seeing him, in fact he'd have been more than a little disappointed if she managed that.

So late that afternoon after he'd been released for the day, Matt texted Alexandra. a little birdy told me you're in town. And then he followed it up with another right after. you and me + take out + terrible movies tonight? or do you want to go out? no is not an option.

Matt grinned before hopping into the shower to wash away the day and change into something a little less restrictive than three piece suits, and waited for a reply so he could start planning their night.

Simon had gone back to Los Angeles and Matt was once again on his own in New York. It will still be a few weeks before he could make the trip out to see the kids and Simon again, but in the mean time he meant to pass the time visiting the Elysian. He proved to be the sort of place in the past that could provide the sort of entertainment Matt was occasionally interested in, as well as being a place where he could simply talk to people if that was more his mood for the day.

And for the moment the latter seemed to be the case, perhaps he could change his mind as the night wore on, but a simple conversation was all he was after. And after just a little bit of wandering he saw a familiar face (not that it was out of the ordinary, the clientele tended to be rather recognizable more often than not) but unlike certain publicity events Matt didn't feel quite the same desire to stick with the people he worked with most often and avoid people he didn't really know.

And how could he simply avoid a woman like Marlee Matlin after all? Matt might have a preference for men but he wasn't blind, and it helped that he was a bit of a fan. "You're not going to be terribly offended if I tell you that I love your work, are you?" Matt asked hopefully as he approached her.

Simon stretched out as the door to their New York apartment closed behind him. He had no idea of Matt's precise schedule today, but he had had the chance to fly in, and he had taken it, because it wasn't like they had enough time together that he could afford to overthink heading to New York for a couple of days.

This wasn't the first time he'd surprised Matt, in fact with his slightly more flexible schedule he was often the one taking the coast to coast flight on the spur of the moment and being there when his partner walked in. Not that he counted whether the visits were scheduled or not, all that mattered to Simon was time with Matt, and he took it where he could find it.

His muscles ached after the flight, and he put his bag in the bedroom, hanging up the two suits he'd brought with him, and checked his messages. There was nothing that couldn't wait a few minutes, so he took the chance to take a shower, hoping the hot water would ease the ache. The water felt amazing and he groaned as it hit the ache, easing it out of him. He didn't linger, not having any reason to, and once he felt more relaxed, Simon dried off and headed back to the bedroom, pulling on comfortable sweats, something most of his casual acquaintances would never expect him to wear, and picking up his phone, checking for any messages. He and Matt would call the kids later, it was only early afternoon and they'd still be in school.

Simon did all he had to do on the phone and lay down. It was all too rare for him to lay down in the middle of the day, and he felt his eyes drifting closed. He was sure he'd wake - if he slept - before Matt came back, or Matt would wake him.