Chris Keller [Oz] (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} willkillfortoby) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2008-03-18 20:31:00 |
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What Drinks and etc.
Where A bar in Chicago
When Tuesday eveningish
Warning Srsly? Beecher and Keller Luuurve each other. And are messed up. Nuff said?-but will play nicely with Alex there. Promise.
Being legit sucked. Chris had been making all the efforts he could to be as such, trying to do all his work, make all his payments, ecetera, and it blowed. Chris hadn't really ever tried to be clean, had ever tried to be on the more legal side of things, but here he was, doing paperwork for a meeting he had with some guy over a permit to sell alcohol at the new restuarant.
"Christ," Chris shook his head and sat back in his chair in the office he had in his house and shook his head, rubbing his face tiredly, "Fucking blue collar bullshit," He muttered, standing to start putting together the papers. It had been about twenty minutes since he spoke with Toby over the boards and he supposed he probably had kept the guy waiting long enough. Really, he had lost track of time, getting lost in a form's small print for a good ten minutes. But, he got it settled, he got it finished and he shoved the files he needed into a shoulder bag, grabbed his coat and keys and headed out, locking his door with a glance around as he did. Still habit to make sure no one was waiting in the shadows, what could he say? And after the surprise drop in by Stabler, Chris wasn't really taking any chances on dropping his guard. At least not for a little while.
He walked to the bar he had told Toby to be at, stepping in with a nod to a woman who was leaving, his eyes scanning over her as she passed. Seeing as he had had tits not a week ago, it was actually more of a 'I was hotter than her' glance than anything. Go figure. His gaze then set to looking for Toby, wondering if the man was already waiting for him. That thought made him smile, actually, and he almost hoped Toby was. Since the being a woman thing (which, admittedly, Chris never thought he would have), Chris had had moments, brief pauses, where he thought 'maybe it's okay'. As simple as that. He had always been comfortable letting his love for Beecher be known, when it came up, when it was doubted. But maybe he could let it be known all the time, shown all the time. Short moments of 'maybe' had been invading his thought processes, and it was starting to get to Chris. Mind, he had also been doing paperwork a lot, alone a lot, so perhaps that was it. Chris thought of the weirdest things when alone, or so he reasoned.
All that aside, Chris was looking forward to a drink. To just relax. And his body showed it as, even though he still looked like he was looking for someone, he also looked like he was happy to just be in the bar. Anything but fucking paperwork.