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Tweak says, "croissant moon?"

Cait Abernathy (soundsfreudian) wrote in genome_project,
@ 2011-06-09 22:51:00

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cait baines, david bacchus, june 2011

Who: David and Cait
What: breakin' up
When: a few days ago
Where: Pearson's Pub (Cait has no class)
Rated: R for language, maybe?

Okay. So she really didn't want to have to do this. Cait liked David. She really did. But whatever they were was either too much, or not enough, for her. She couldn't decide exactly which one it was, but she knew there was something not right about how she felt. She figured David would understand. He wasn't really a relationship person either. Case in point, he hadn't asked her to be his girlfriend yet. Which was the main reason she didn't mind doing this.

She didn't, however, want to do it at the Pub. But she really couldn't see any other option. David worked the nights that she had off. And vice versa.

She showed her I.D at the door, though it wasn't really necessary (she'd been going there since she was19). Giving a little smile to the bouncer, she proceeded inside, sidled up to the bar and took a seat. David was busy with some women at the other side. He'd come over eventually.

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soundsfreudian
2011-06-21 08:00 pm UTC (link)

Her day. It remained to be seen how her day was going. So far...not so good. "It went okay. Work was boring. I really hate Dr. Evans. He's such an asshole." She shrugged and shifted her weight, feeling extremely uncomfortable. "It's picking up, though." She forced another smile. Why did she have to break up with him again? Oh, right. There wasn't enough tension between them. Cait liked tension.

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	iheartwine 2011-06-21 08:08 pm UTC (link)
	David set her drink in front of her. She seemed nervous. What was up with that. "Yeah. He's kind of a dick." He'd known him when he'd gone out with Natalie, and now Dr. Evans was turning his psychobabble against his best friend. Suffice it to say the man had issues. He tilted his head to the side questioningly, "Are you okay?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	soundsfreudian 2011-06-24 10:59 pm UTC (link)
	"Mmmhmm," she muttered, biting her lip. She picked up her drink and took a sip for something to do more than anything. It was delicious, as always. He might not have been a good boyfriend (though, apparently that was all subjective) but he was one hell of a bartender. "Fit as a fiddle. You?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	iheartwine 2011-06-25 02:48 am UTC (link)
	"Can't complain." He shrugged. David tried to shake the feeling that something was up. He was no psychologist, or even a psychology major for that matter. He was just a bartender. And while he was quite good at reading people, perhaps he was simply paranoid. She was obviously just stressed from work. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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