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forget_me_knot (forget_me_knot) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-11-15 22:45:00

Entry tags:

isis, raven

Gumbodacious
Who: Shae/Raven (in_the_wings) and Nina/Isis (forget_me_knot)
What: Nina is very obliging and does her best to keep her word.
Where: #907
When: November 16th, early evening.
Warnings: An astonishing lack of common sense on Nina's part.

It'd taken Nina a solid twenty minutes to psyche herself up. She didn't want to meet anyone who always carried a gun, that sounded scary. On the other hand, if she refused his invitation, she didn't want to be on his bad side either. So after consulting the internet and whomever was on AIM, she decided that Shae always carried a gun because he was from someplace like Wyoming, or Montana, where everyone has a gun. Maybe even Texas. That would explain why he used the library computers too! They probably weren't as common out there.

She stood in front of the door, tupperware held in both hands like an offering, carefully going through a few yoga breathing exercises. After she came to terms with the idea that running away now would be so cowardly that she would hate herself for weeks to come, she quietly knocked on the door.

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in_the_wings
2011-02-05 06:33 am UTC (link)

Shae dismissed her concern with a wave of his hand, flipping on the lights so that it seemed a little less like he was dragging her into the abyss. "I been doin' it fo' yeahs, ma cher. I's actu'lly pretteh t'in, but still t'icker dan WD-40, so it stays raght wheah it needs to...an' it don' stink ta high heavun." He left the door open behind them, mostly for her reassurance.

His spiel continued as he made his way into the kitchen, withdrawing the container of leftover gumbo, shoving it into the microwave to reheat, then dishing it into bowls over semi-warmed rice. "Dat graphite is ol' school. Not dat it evah bot'er' me...I lahk ol' school."

He was back in the living room almost before Nina could blink, kicking off his boots and sinking down onto a couch cushion as he held a bowl up to her in offering.

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forget_me_knot
2011-02-05 07:09 am UTC (link)

As Shae prepared the meal, Nina did her best impression of a house plant, trying to stand in a corner where she didn't get in the way, all the while wondering if Shae hadn't understood the intentions behind the tupperware container. Although, he was clearly from the South and one thing her mother succeeded at is pounding the idea (though not the practice) of Southern Hospitality into her head.

Watching Shae settle himself in, Nina gingerly took the proffered bowl and looked around for a table, or possibly a chair. Finding none, she perched on the edge of the couch and sniffed the gumbo, not suspiciously, just curiously. (It seemed that Nina practiced cautiousness and hesitance in most everything.) Taking a wary bite, Nina chewed thoughtfully and then swallowed.

"This is really good!" she said, trying not to sound too surprised. "Did you make this?"

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in_the_wings
2011-02-07 01:19 am UTC (link)

"Couhse I made dis," Shae answered with a chuckle, spearing a shrimp with his fork. "Yo' face ain' gone all red yet, so you mus' be a guhl dat can han'le heat." He seemed strangely pleased by this knowledge.

"Oh, fuck, ahlmos' fuhgot. Wan' a beeuh o' somet'ing?" Without waiting for a reply, he plucked the Tupperware off the couch and sauntered back into the kitchen, depositing the container on the counter beside the leftovers to be filled at some later point; after all, what fun would it be to eat alone?

He returned a few moments later bearing the promised longnecks, perfectly chilled and ready to be imbibed, and he plunked them down on the coffee table. "So...Nina," he began in a mildly conversational tone, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it over the back of the couch. Unfortunately for his new dinner guest, that particular action left his (very loaded) shoulder holster clearly on display. He went to work unfastening the closure at his shoulder, completely unaffected by the whole scenario.

"...Disneylan'? Realleh?" The note of skepticism in his voice was clear. "Don' strahk me as da Mickeh Mouse type."

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forget_me_knot
2011-02-08 05:15 am UTC (link)

Nina wrenched her gaze away from Shae's shoulder holster, though it took her a moment to process what he had said, as the query struggled its way through a flurry of anxieties. To buy time, she twisted off the cap of her beer (being too polite to refuse) and sipped the drink.

"Oh, uhm, kinda, I guess?" she laughed nervously, placing the cap back on the bottle and twisting it around, making a quiet ringing noise, "I was hoping for a job in maintenance; like the animatronics? I know, it's kind of lame. I guess I wanted a job that would use my degree."

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in_the_wings
2011-02-08 07:10 am UTC (link)

Shae finally managed to wrestle the holster off his shoulders and deposited it on the table in front of them, all the while listening to his dinner guest's anxious response. Damn, did this girl ever relax?

"Ain' not'ing lame 'bout it. Got da degree fo' a reason, didn' you?" He smiled in what he hoped amounted to a very friendly and reassuring grin, then briefly leaned toward her to knock their respective beer bottles together in toast.

"Promise I ain' gon' bite you, ma cher," he said with a wink, folding his legs beneath him on the couch.

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forget_me_knot
2011-02-08 08:13 pm UTC (link)

Nina pressed her lips together as she suppressed a smile, though the expression spoke volumes about her confidence in his assurance. Instead of answering, she dug into her bowl of gumbo. A few bites in, she chanced upon a pocket of cumin. Nina choked down the rest of the food before reaching for her beer, chugging down two-thirds before relenting, realizing that the liquid did little to ease matters.

Turning to Shae, she wheezed, "I forgot that alcohol doesn't help with spicy food."

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in_the_wings
2011-02-13 09:46 pm UTC (link)

Just as Shae was beginning to think he'd finally won her over and the rest of the evening would be smooth sailing...well, then her face started turning strange colors. He watched her gobble up the remainder of her bowl at a suspiciously rapid pace, confusion clear on his face until she spoke.

"Uhhh," came the oh-so-graceful response as he watched her choke through her discomfort. He knew that culinary heat was a problem for some palates, but it had never bothered him, so the concern never lingered. "Hol' on."

In a matter of moments he was back from the kitchen, packet of crackers outstretched toward her in offering. He was trying....so hard not to laugh, and it showed.

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forget_me_knot
2011-02-14 06:18 am UTC (link)

"Th-thanks," Nina opened the package and nibbled on one, trying not to get crumbs everywhere, while she added the other to the gumbo. After a long moment, she started to giggle, covering her mouth in order not to snort out crumbs. A few more gulps of beer solved the latter problem but not the former.

"I must look like--" she sniggered, almost saying 'damn fool,' Shae's accent was rubbing off on her, "like a complete fool."

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in_the_wings
2011-02-17 10:05 am UTC (link)

Mon Dieu, he was so relieved to hear the sound of that giggle. At least now he could laugh out loud without feeling like a total jackass.

"Ain' seen anybody put up dat much'a faght wit' da gumbo in a long tahm, ma cher," he managed as he threw back the longneck for another drink. "But I' t'ink you jes' won."

He paused with the bottle raised halfway to his lips, then gestured to it with his free hand as he glanced over at her and batted his eyelashes in a show of horribly phony innocence. "Mebbe I oughta jes' spill da beeuh all ovah me- den we BOT' look lahk damn fools." Oooh, she'd definitely read that accent right.

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	forget_me_knot 2011-03-12 04:32 am UTC (link)
	(( SORRY I have been just... not writing for a while. XD; )) "You better not!" she chastised with another small laugh, "Beer is so hard to get out of upholstery, you know." (Reply to this) (Parent)

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