Connor Leary (thinksinlyrics) wrote in ourfunaus, @ 2012-10-24 03:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, au: no reservations, connor, connor/emily, date: 2012 10, emily, marla |
RP: Coffee and Music
When: Sunday October 21, 2012
Character/Pairing: Emily and Connor
Rating: Likely PG
Warnings: None, but tbd
Summary: Connor goes to the coffee shop with Emily.
Connor was more settled in now than he had been a few days before. He already had a list of things he wanted to get for the place, now that he’d been here for more than the couple of days he’d managed here and there over the years. The pool had been cleaned, though due to the date, the guy had warned him he should prepare to winterize everything, and the Jacuzzi was fit for use. But he found himself wanting to paint some of the walls, and spruce up some of the furniture. The music room needed a few additions as well.
Some of these thoughts flitted through his mind as he carefully dressed. He mourned the fact he couldn’t dress quite as nicely as he wanted, simply because getting anything over his cast was a pain in the ass. He managed to look neat, though, in jeans a bit too big, but not settling too low, carefully belted in place. His shirt was neat, and his hair clean and combed back but not gelled into compliance. His hair had always been rather uncooperative. He looked into the mirror ruefully, telling himself to not preen, this wasn’t a date, just an outing with a potential new friend.
That htat was all it was didn’t bother him. He just thought himself silly for preparing almost as if this was, and recognized that in part at least it was nerves. He didn’t want to be recognized tonight, he simply wanted to have a good time and make a new friend. He wanted to get out somewhere new and away from his thoughts, talk to a pleasant companion. That he found her pretty and interesting thus far was beside the point. He was just happy to be getting out.
He limped carefully to the front, checking for his wallet and keys before closing the door behind him, though he left it unlocked for now. He sat carefully down on one of the rockers on the narrow front porch, sighing softly to himself. He did wish Brett were here. The thought was wistful and it hurt with the same sudden stab it always did. Brett would have teased him about being a homebody, had always teased him about being relieved when they stayed in one place for more than a couple of days. Brett and Kayla would have cut up about getting to go out, and Colby would have clucked over everyone’s appearances while Maria chattered at him to stop mother henning, and John would have dryly threatened to reveal their destination to the media, though he never (hardly ever) would. At least the others were alive, but he missed his friends. And he missed Brett most of all, for he would never be there again.
Connor shook his head, trying to dispel those thoughts as they crowded in his mind, ghosts in the cobwebs he couldn’t quite shake. The cool breeze helped a bit, and he looked at the quickly changing leaves in his yard with a faint smile. Fall in Tennessee… he was happy to see it again. And, he thought as he looked across the street, he was glad to be making a new friend as well.