Bo knows you spell succubus with a u. (succubos) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-15 11:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, ash ketchum, bo dennis |
Who: Bo and Ash
When: First week in August - Night (BEFORE the Body Swap Plot)
Where: Random Street
What: Random Encounter
Rating/Warning: Low/None
Status: Complete
Bo was on the street. She’d been looking for jobs, and finally came to the conclusion that she was going to have to take a hand-out from someone on valarnet. She didn’t want to, but she was running out of options. Walking around and turning in applications wasn’t working here in Orange County like it did in other places. The demand must be too high.
Anyway, she turned a corner and nearly bowled into someone. “Oh, I’m sorry.” The Dreams were getting to her, too. She’d had a couple now, and she was starting to feel hungry.
Ash stumbled back, and shook his head. Man, his head was really in the clouds. Landing on his ass, he was starting to think, was his default mode. As he looked up, he stared. And apparently, so was almost running into hot women. Holy crap!
He stared, before he managed to finally stutter out a hello. “Hi, I... Hi!” He blinked, realized that didn’t help, then smiled. “I’m Ash, and ah, it was my fault, sorry.”
“No, I should have been watching where I was going,” Bo said, shaking her head. “My head’s in the clouds, I’m sorry. Are you alright?” She asked, just to make sure.
“I am. Only my rear and my pride are injured, and I’m sure both will survive.” He smirked up at her, content at the view. Damn, she was hot! He slowly got back up, brushing himself off, and grinning, as he shifted and knew he would definitely have a bruise, again, soon.
Bo reached a hand down to help him up as he stood. “I’m new to the area. Still finding my way around. I should have been more careful.” She felt terrible for knocking him over. “I’m really sorry. Can I make it up to you?”
Ash’s mouth worked, then he nodded, swallowing. “Sure! I’d be more than happy to let you.” He grinned at her and offered her his arm. “Any place I can show you to, anywhere near here?”
“Coffee?” Bo asked. She glanced down at his arm, then back up to him with an eyebrow raised. He was a cute kid. Old fashioned, maybe? But she wasn’t about to hang on his arm. “Cute, kid. But I can walk on my own,” she added, though not unkindly. She gave him a wink. “Lead the way. Wherever’s closest.”
His grin faltered, and then he nodded, feeling stupid as he let his arm fall. He had just been being silly and now he had totally made her think he was weird. Great job, Ash! “Ah, this way.”
Kid. She called him a kid. Damn it. He led the way toward the closest place he knew, a coffee bar down the road. He was nineteen and couldn’t drink maybe, but that didn’t mean... meh.
“I’m Bo.” Bo said, turning to walk alongside the guy she’d bumped into. She hadn’t meant it in a patronizing way. She was simply being friendly. Not too friendly, though.
“I’m Ash, Ash Ketchum. How are things for you, other than distracted today?”
He smiled, trying to be nice, despite feeling a little grumpy. Not because of any implied rejection, but because he thought he had grown out of being looked at as a kid.
Eh, Bo kinda looked at everyone as a kid. His grumpiness kinda proved her point, didn’t it? Anyway, she shrugged. “Mostly just distracted. Just moved to the area, like I said, and I’ve got to find a job.” She’d found a bit of work here and there, but she was still drifting. Maybe that’s what her life would end up being. Maybe she was just a drifter, like in the dreams.
“What sort of work do you need?” He was curious as he walked with her. He had only recently returned to the OC and had a job at the veterinarian, working with the SPCA and other animal groups to help animals.
“I dunno. Normally I do bartending work. Sometimes I work as a bouncer or a waitress. I’ve taken classes in mixology, though, so that’s normally what I go to. I’ve got a few places, put in a few applications. I’m sure something will turn up.” Bo was optimistic. She wasn’t hurting that badly yet. It was great to bump into Tonks and have a place to stay now.
“I’m sure you’ll find something. You seem nice.” Even if he was annoyed by that kid remark, she still seemed nice. “I’m sure you’ll find work THis place can be a little scarce, but it’s out there.” He grinned.
“That’s sweet of you.” Bo said, giving him a little smile. “I like to think I’m nice, sure. I’ve got some feelers out. I’m sure I’ll find something eventually. What about you? What do you do?” She assumed he was a student of some kind.
Ash flashed her a grin. “I work at the SPCA and the local veterinarian office, and train animals for special groups, like firefighters, police, and the like.” Well, he had only done that once, and while it was his ambition to do it steadily, he hadn’t gotten there yet. But he was good, darn it!
“And either this fall or next year I’ll be entering the advanced training program for the animal selection service, if I can qualify.” He took a deep breath. “I’m also training for the Olympics, to try to get into Team USA.”
“That’s... a first.” Bo looked impressed. “I mean, that’s pretty amazing. Training animals.” She blinked at him. “...what... the Olympics? What’s your sport?”
He blushed and grinned at her, then. “I love animals and I want to be able to make the lives of rescue workers and the military safer. Companion animals, fully trained, can be companions and partners to cops, firefighters, and soldiers. They can be as brave as people, and understand a lot more than most know.” He nodded, passionate about his work.
“Triathlon. I’ve placed in the top twenty in scoring in amateur chronicles, and in the lists. So I am hopeful.”
“That’s really noble. Good for you.” Bo said, giving him a nod. It was, too. She didn’t have a whole lot of experience around animals, but she could absolutely respect and appreciate those who worked with them.
“Wow. Impressive. You don’t seem the type.” She’d run into a lot of athletes in her day, and they all seemed a bit more egotistical than he seemed. “Good luck with that. I hear it’s a lot of work.”
Ash blinked, then stared at her. “What do you mean?” He shrugged then and smiled. “Thanks! It is, but I love running and I like swimming, and... my dad was one. I want to make him proud.” He nodded, his smile fading. “And I hope you find a good job, and something you like to do. You seem like a nice beautiful person.”
“Most of the hardcore athletes I’ve met in the latter half of my life have been complete ass holes. And you just don’t seem that type,” Bo explained. It was a compliment, though it might not have seemed like one. “I’m sure you already have made him proud,” she added, this was a bit more kind.
“Why, thank you. You’re so sweet.” They reached the coffee shop, and she pulled the door open for him.
Ash blinked, then laughed. He had met a few of those too, so he nodded. “Yeah, it seems like a lot of those people can really ruin a day.” He made a face. “I do my best to just be me. Sometimes good, sometimes bad, always silly.” He shrugged, then flashed her a grin with a wagging of eyebrows.
“Thank you. And you’re welcome.” He stepped in, then glanced around, and stepped to the side, to give her room, eyes enjoying her form and her movements.
He was silly. Bo gave a little laugh and a nod. “I see.” She moved after him into the coffee shop, and glanced around, then brought her eyes up to the board. Thinking about drinking coffee--thinking about eating or drinking anything in general--gave her the hunger from her dreams. She was doing a very good job of controlling it so far, but it was there. Constantly.
He moved close, nudging her with one shoulder, standing near and hmming. “What sort of coffee do you like?” He was curious about this odd woman.
“Any, so long as it’s coffee.” Bo said, giving him a smile. There wasn’t much line, so she was able to step up to the register. “I’ll take a medium mocha.” She said to the barista, then motioned to Ash over her shoulder. “And whatever he’s having.”
“Just a caramel macchiato, please, hot.” He nodded, and smiled to Bo. “you sure you wanna cover this, beautiful? You don’t have to.” He didn’t hold her at fault.
“It’s no problem.” She gave him a little smile, then handed some money over to the barista on the register. “You can get the next coffee.” She added, then gave him a wink.
Ash slowly grinned and struck a smirking pose. “It’s a date, gorgeous. Its a date.”
And that was not a bad way for this day to go at all.