WHO: Zev Kaufmann & Roxanne Overby WHAT: Hanging out, testing fears, planting seeds. WHEN: Today, midday WHERE: Whistler, British Columbia. WARNINGS: Triggering phobias, creeping, dark thoughts, and going wolf.
Zev had managed to quiet all worries about this little ‘date’ with Roxanne via keeping busy at the Agency. The place was mad these days, between the drama between Camelot and the Resistance, plus the NYC crisis. New reincarnates continued to show up and problems continued to occur, despite being busy elsewhere. When Tuesday came around, his biggest problem wasn’t over-thinking how Roxanne would react to his proposed suggestion. No. What his big problem was realizing he didn’t have any clean clothes left and the fact that his plans could shatter if he stank. Granted, he knew his nose was more sensitive than others but his options ranged from barn to skunk run in. (Both things he didn’t feel like explaining.) In the long-run this was entirely unacceptable. Thus the morning was spent making nice at the Laundromat – reassuring the local old women watching gameshows and reading Reader’s Digest that no, he wasn’t in a rush because a date with a nice girl. Grandmothers. He hated them.
As it stood, he was late getting down to the nearest MTN – bout an hour away in Squamish. Jeans and a plaid shirt were clean though and his mind was fairly clear, beyond the usual excitement when around Roxanne. He fought to not gather her in his arms about seeing her – not lean towards her when he got the door for the car and kept the air in the car going, blowing her scent away from him. The hour drive up to Whistler – their goal for ice cream and then the safe area for transforming was filled with light chatter – he asked questions about her brother, her friends, finishing up school and plans. He parked the car in the lower parking lot before they swung by the ice cream shop where thankfully the heavy smell of vanilla and cones made fighting the urge to lunge towards Roxanne that much easier. It was too early – much too early for any of this shit.
“So,” he said, as they left the shop – him having settled with a cone of chocolate. “You never told me this, but drugs? When and why, mate?” The nickname nearly sparked yet another hysterical laugh – Roxanne really was idiotic at times with how she came up with things. He hid it by licking the cold treat, wincing as brainfreeze hit.