Dave Stutler (prime_merlinian) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-09-26 21:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dropped, 2032 09, corrine fisher, dave stutler, seeley booth |
RP: Awkward Encounters of the Third Kind
Characters: Dave, Corey, Booth
Time/Date: Late afternoon/early evening, September 26
Location: rec area
Warnings/Rating: None, really
Summary: Dave bumps into not!Becky again
Status: Player drop
Dave was sick of chocolate. He didn't think he was the only one, either; someone had taken all the leftover chocolate and ... done something with it. Maybe put it back in the stores. Either way, it wasn't in the kitchen and he'd tossed the last half of a bar he'd had left. He was sort of sick of the wizarding crowd, too, though he wasn't going to say that outright. It was nothing against them, honestly, and intellectually he knew it wasn't their fault that they had dementors in their world, but if he never saw another patronus, it would be too soon.
He didn't even really want to experiment with his magic, either, and he wasn't going to look too hard into what that said.
Strolling into the rec area, he paused as he saw a familiar blonde head. He didn't make the mistake of calling her Becky this time; his side still hurt and there was still a mark from the attack. "Hey, Corey," he greeted her before he settled into a chair that was no where near her couch but where he could still see the TV.
Corey glanced over to him. "Hey," she replied. After a slight pause, she added on a 'sorry'; she'd never properly apologized to him for the stabbing. He couldn't have known, after all, that it would trigger her like that.
"Hey, not a problem," Dave assured her as he slipped his ring off, twirling it absently around one finger. "I guess I could see--"
"I don't ... really want to talk about it," Corey cut him off quickly, her eyes darting toward the doors. There was an abbreviated motion as she thought about leaving, but she really had to stop running away from people. Settling herself uncomfortably back onto the couch, she glanced uneasily around the rec area, flexing her wrist to reassure herself her blades were there. "Just ... I'm sorry. I was coming from a bad place."
Dave nodded. She'd said she didn't want to talk about it, but then she talked about it, so what was he supposed to do to that? The clear answer was to change the subject right? Right. So he gestured to the TV. "Great episode. Seen this one a couple times before."
Corey smiled uncomfortably over to him and sort of hoped that someone -- anyone -- came in to ease some of the awkward tension that had sprung up.