ΗΑΔΕΣ (underworldly) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-06-01 20:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !partner thread, hades, olivia moore |
Who: Liv Moore & Hades
What: Who puts hot sauce in their coffee, REALLY
When: Uhhmmmm today sometime?
Where: A place with coffee and pastries
Rating/Warnings: A brief mention of snacking on brains but otherwise nothing
Status: Complete
Time for a lunch break. But Liv had already had her meal in the morgue, considering it was brains. She couldn’t exactly eat that in public plus she got her supply at the morgue (well she also took some home for later). Since food wasn’t needed coffee was. Liv had been up all night playing StarCraft II. She needed a bit of a pick me up before getting back to work. At the coffee shop she ordered her coffee black, not like she could really taste it anyway. And then took her traveling tabasco out of her purse and proceeded to empty about half the bottle into her coffee. Spicy hot was the only thing she could taste anymore. Hades had a particular coffee order, and he also was not one to pick up the aforementioned particular order himself - at least not during work hours, that was what Meg was for. But he actually had placed an extra important order at this place - since they had pies too, delicious ones lacking artificial crap or preservatives, nice and fresh; he’d ordered one to bring home to celebrate Nico finishing finals and not becoming addicted to caffeine or meth in the process of studying for them. Hades was proud, alright? A really proud dad. He had it in his hands now, that bakery box - actually, he wasn’t even sure what the fuck it was besides literally a Slice of Heaven. Rich caramel filling, a shortbread crust, chocolate, sea salt on top - it’d be a challenge to not eat the whole thing before he even got it home tonight (and he planned to actually work a normal workday, with normal hours. Maybe). There was also a coffee he ordered, his usual style (three pumps of vanilla flavoring, cream, a dash of sweetener) and was about to turn and go, box under his arm and paper lidded cup in hand, when he saw someone adding a shit ton of Tabasco to a perfectly good cup o’joe. Really, it was...it was like a train wreck. “Sweet Jesus,” he blurted out, both awed and appalled. “You must have intestines of steel.” Because how much hot sauce was that? Liv was a bit startled by the man’s voice. She didn’t think anyone was watching her. But then she didn’t really look around either. Should she be more discreet about what she put in her coffee? Or on anything. It wasn’t like spicy automatically meant zombie. She would never eat brains in public at least. “Yeah,” Liv replied with a sheepish smile. “I’m a huge fan of hot,” as in spicy. But hot temperature wise would make sense too considering coffee. However there would be no reason for him to comment on how warm her drink was. Plus he wouldn’t be able to tell just from looking at it. “That’s a lot of food for one person,” she said deciding to comment on the large box in his hand. If he could comment on her order she might as well do the same. Zombie was definitely not what Hades thought first off - though he did have to admit the woman had an interesting face, now that he got a better look at her. Pale, which made her eyes stand out somehow - and the hair too, it was ash blonde. Or straight up white, with just a tinge of brassiness, which wasn’t very surprising. That was kind of the in thing nowadays, wasn’t it? Maybe. Not like he really kept up the way actors tended to follow and go with the trends. “A huge fan of hot, huh? Well, you’re in the right place for it,” he smirked - ‘the place’ meaning Orange County. Whether she meant hot in terms of spice, or weather, or aesthetics, the OC had it all. Beautiful sun and beautiful, plastic bodies to ogle. “Oh, this - “ He balanced his box with actual Heaven in it, whoa, didn’t want to drop that beauty. “It’s for the kids. I’ve got two in college, one just finished his first year.” Hazel, the youngest, was still at home but she deserved something sweet too. She’d had a rough go of it lately. Liv didn’t care much for the celebrities or the hot bodies. Although if she met any of The Walking Dead actors she might faint. Ironic a zombie watching a zombie show, but she had loved it since way before she started dreaming. “Exactly,” Liv agreed figuring he either meant a coffee shop or Orange County in general because yeah the weather was usually warm here. So much less rainy than Seattle too. “You have kids in college?” He didn’t look old enough to have kids that old. “So a celebratory end of the school year thing then? Or just because?” “I do, yeah. Surprised?” Hades chuckled, because he’d have been flattered to know that he didn’t look old enough to have produced them - he’d been in his early twenties, so kind of young, a director fresh out of film school and gallivanting around Europe, ‘finding himself,’ when he met Maria. “My oldest is twenty, then I’ve got an eighteen-year-old. My youngest daughter is seventeen and still in the nest for a little while.” But gods, he would kick and scream when she moved on - he hadn’t had much time with Hazel, being that she was mostly raised by her crazy mother, and he’d probably sob into a pillow when his little girl sprouted wings and flew away, like all kids tend to do. If Bianca decided to come home for the summer, it’d be a nice reunion though. He was looking forward to it. “Celebratory, and a just because thing too,” he added. “Have you had this place’s pastries? Because they’re incredible. Then again, I dunno, if you only like hot things...” The sauce in coffee was, uh. More a savory idea anyway. “Oh, but forgive me. I’m Hades,” he set the box down briefly so he could offer a hand for a shake. “And you’ve got a face for close-ups.” Obviously she was surprised or she wouldn’t have asked. But she held back her sarcasm. Time and a place and this wasn’t it. She didn’t want to come off rude to a complete stranger in a coffee shop. She usually saved her sarcasm for those that knew her. “That’s cool,” she said instead. Hearing him talk about his kids made her miss her own family a little bit, but they weren’t as close anymore. “I have,” of course that was back when she was human. Now she would have to put brains and hot sauce on it for it to taste somewhat good to her. And hot sauce just didn’t go with pastries. “Unusual name,” she commented. “I like it.” Some names were just so boring, like Fred. “Liv.” Well technically Olivia but no one called her that. “I’m sorry, what?” What did a face for close-ups even mean? Was that some sort of insult to her pale skin? “Nice to meet you, Liv. Is it short for something, or more Liv Tyler-esque?” he asked, since it depended. One of those versatile names, he could dig it. Hades’ own was definitely unusual, but he chalked it up to the mythology-loving ways of his parental units - or the fact that they must have enjoyed thinking outside the box. Much to the detriment of their children named after the gods. She seemed surprised that she had a face for close-ups, aha, tables were turned. “I just mean you have a good face - I direct movies, so I always notice these things.” So many faces, everywhere, all in Orange County - and some just stood out more than others, at least for him. He sipped his coffee from the to-go cup in his hand - yep, he could definitely see Liv modeling for the cameras. Tan skin was old, literally and figuratively. Looking like an oompa looma? The texture of leather? Blech. “Olivia, but no one calls me that.” And she didn’t particularly want this new acquaintance to start. “So were your parents big into Greek mythology?” she asked back on the topic of his own name. “Well, that might just be the strangest compliment I have ever gotten.” Liv was perfectly fine as her job as a medical examiner. She had no interest in acting or modeling but of course she didn’t mind the compliment. If that was truly how he meant it. Which she had no reason to think otherwise. Hades’ parents were into a lot of things - of course, he didn’t even really aware of what those things could be, since he’d been estranged from them for awhile, but given the names of he and his older brother? The one who would not be mentioned? “Greek mythos, yeah, probably,” he flashed shark’s teeth, polished all white and sincere, in a grin. “I get a lot of weird looks, but interestingly, in my career - it seems to work pretty well. Helps keep up the reputation I seem to have built.” Like, as in, you didn’t want to make him angry. Did not. It was pretty fiery (pun absolutely intended), and no one liked Hades when he was angry. “And it was definitely a compliment, I promise. Do you model or act already?” He was going to guess not, just based on Liv’s reaction. Probably not as many weird looks as Liv was getting lately. Not everyone appreciated her skin and hair the way Hades seemed to. “Makes sense. I bet your fans all know you just by your first name. Not like Spielberg or Tarantino,” those were the first directors that came to Liv’s mind at least. But she didn’t spend a ton of time watching movies, she was pretty sure she hadn’t seen anything of Hades’. Model or act? Liv couldn’t help but laugh at that, shaking her head. “Not even close,” she replied with another laugh. “I dissect dead people.” Whoooooooa, that was definitely a career choice. One that he wasn’t expecting, but given the pale appearance and those haunted doe eyes, maybe it made sense. Liv must not get out of the morgue and into the sunshine a lot, huh? Still, dissecting dead people was interesting, at least. Why did that resonate with him way more than it should? Huh, weird. “Hey, someone’s gotta do it, right?” Hades was kinda impressed, believe it or not. Casually sipping coffee, standing in a coffee shop discussing dead people - no big deal. “If I ever need a consultation though, I mean, sometimes there are morgue scenes? I know who to call. Do you have a business card?” “Pretty much. Not all jobs are as glamorous as film director,” she quipped. Although it was true, but Liv was perfectly happy with her career choice. It may not have been her original dream but the more she did it the more she liked it. And now with her dreams, with becoming a zombie it felt as if it was what she was meant to do all along. “I actually don’t.” Perhaps she should get some made with how often she was asked for her business card but really there was no need for one. She worked with the PD and they called her when needed. It wasn’t like she went around autopsying any dead body she came across. “Here, give me your phone.” She’d just put her number in there. “It can be glamorous, but sometimes it’s not, trust me,” Hades grinned wryly. People imagined it to be like you were Picasso, splashing paint on a blank canvas, but 80% of the time it was dealing with other people’s egos and moods to get the film made - it was why he ruled with such an iron fist, he had to keep on top of that shit. “The locations we visit for filming, we don’t get to enjoy much. I’d like to go back to some of them, for what’s really a vacation.” But anyway. He gladly passed over his phone, letting Liv put her digits in there. “I don’t regularly give mine out, but...” When he got it back, he fired off a quick text to her number. “There. Now you’ve got mine too.” Pocketing the phone, he flicked his wrist with another sip of coffee, in order to check the time. “I better get going, though what about drinks one night? You know, so I can hear more about the morgue thing.” Because it was so awesome and all. Well, nothing wrong with being morbidly curious, right? “Thanks,” Liv replied when her phone dinged with his message. “Ah right there must be a million things you have to do.” At least she assumed as much with him being an all important director. She had to get back to the morgue fairly soon herself. “Oh, uh sure,” Liv replied suddenly not quite as sure of herself as she had been before. She couldn’t tell if he was asking her out or just curious. Either way he was still a big director and even hanging out with him was huge. “Just send me a text when you have time. As long a murder didn’t just happen I should be free.” Maybe it was both? Not like he was in a good place to be seriously dating anyone at the mo but if Liv the dead people examiner knew he had three kids (and they weren’t even really kids, he just always thought of them that way as parents tended to do) and still wanted to go out with him, more power to her. Because that was a lot of baggage. “As long as a murder didn’t happen,” Hades repeated with a snicker, oh yes, of course, she said if all as a matter-of-fact too - it was amusing for some reason. “Sounds good though, I’ll do my best to work around the homicides of Orange County. You must be busy.” Picking up the box with his other hand, he gave a salute with the one still holding his to-go cup. “It’s been a pleasure, Liv, enjoy the rest of your day.” It was a matter-of-fact thing for her. There was always some murder or another going on. Luckily they didn’t always go to her morgue but still she was a busy girl. She got attached to each victim too. Wanting to do everything in her power to solve the case. Especially the ones whose brains she ate but that was a whole other thing. “Probably not as busy as a director,” she replied with a smirk as he gathered his things. “See you around.” |