Liv Moore is an alabaster badass (livmoore) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-09-01 12:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, leon orcot, olivia moore |
Who: Leon and Liv
When: Late August
Where: Random high end bar
What: Zombie questions and selfies over Olympic themed drinks
Rating/Warning: Nada
Status: Complete
Liv strolled through the station right up to Leon’s desk. Usually it was him coming to visit her at work but not today. Nope. She was going to drag him out. “Leon!” she cheered happily slipping her phone in her purse and grabbing Leon’s hand to drag him up. “Is your shift over yet? I have the perfect place for us to drink!”
Not McNally’s this time. They always went there. It was time for some fresh scenery. Plus she heard about this bar that served Olympic themed drinks. How perfect would those be for her instagram? Spicy or not she had to go and try them and show the world her USA Pride.
Leon was just finishing tidying up his desk when Liv surprised him by showing up. His plans for the night had involved sitting his ass on the couch to watch the Olympics, but Liv asking him for drinks really wasn’t a bad thing. Have a few beers with a friend, and besides, most bars had the Olympics on these days. McNally’s did for sure.
Which is why he frowned. “McNally’s is the perfect place to drink,” Leon said slowly.
“Not today,” Liv responded dragging Leon out to her car this time. “Besides a change of scenery is good for us,” she added with a nod for emphasis still dragging Leon along. “Besides, you owe me.” For being such a dick about the whole zombie thing but she left that unsaid.
“Come on,” she pouted once they reached her car finally dropping his hand and walking over to the driver’s side. “We’ll have fun. I promise.”
“What, you mean the week of bitchiness wasn’t owing enough?” Leon grumbled. But she did have a point. He had deserved grumpy Liv, and he hadn’t really made much up to her yet.
“Fine, fine,” he muttered, allowing Liv to drag him to the car. He let her drive, not knowing exactly where they were going, and he didn’t really know what to expect until he got in and looked at the drink list. He frowned deeply. “Really? Isn’t this place a little expensive?”
Liv rolled her eyes at his bitchy comment and then again at the expensive comment. “Don't be such a downer Leon. You gotta splurge once in awhile. Besides the Olympics only happen every two years.”
She dragged Leon over to the bar, flagging down the bartender. “We’ll take two of those golden drinks!”
Leon sighed, defeated. Well, at least his overpriced drinks were red white and blue. Leon was fairly patriotic, and even had a couple of American flag t-shirts (in his dreams, he had an American Flag crop top, but he was never going to speak aloud about that). He took the drink that was placed in front of him, distinctly more fruity than what he ever drank in front of his colleagues, but, well, Liv wasn’t like his other coworkers. “Guess it could be worse.”
“Told you,” Liv gloated happily. “Cheers,” she said holding up her own drink to clink with Leon’s before taking a sip. Of course she couldn’t taste it. She sighed grabbing some hot sauce out of her purse to dump in the drink. However before she did she took a photo of her drink then turned to Leon. “Now it’s a time for a selfie!”
Leon clinked his drink against hers and took yet another sip from it. He realized that she couldn’t really taste anything that wasn’t spicy, but it was still kind of disgusting to see her pouring so much hot sauce into such a sweet drink, and couldn’t stop himself from making a face.
“What the hell do you mean, a se-” he started, though he cut off as he realized she was taking a photo. “This is not going on the Network,” he snapped.
“Oh calm down,” Liv replied holding up the phone to show Leon the photo. “Look how hot we look.” Okay she looked hot. Leon looked pissed, but then Leon always looked pissed. “Your hair is so on fleek!” Which also true but that was mostly because Liv had cut it months ago.
Leon, despite all his complaining, had actually been maintaining the haircut that Liv had given him. While he still missed having his longer hair, he had to admit that his new hair actually looked kind of good. And while brushing it and tying it back for the day had never been much effort, being able to roll out of bed and not needing to do much of anything with it was a definite plus. He gave Liv a bewildered look at… whatever it was she had just said. “Did you just insult me?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed together. “What the hell is a fleek?”
“No!” Liv replied eyes widened in shock. Both at the fact that Leon thought he would insult her and also that he didn’t know what on fleek meant. “It means your hair is on point. That it’s basically perfect.” Duh, Leon.
“Oh,” Leon said, so unexpectedly surprised that he even let a pleased smile cross his lips. On point was nearly as confusing with on fleek, given that he didn’t pay much attention to kids these days and their weird slang. But then, when did Liv pay attention to that kind of stuff?
“Is this a zombie thing?” he asked, eyebrows knitting together. “This whole…” he waved his hands vaguely in front her, gesturing to all of her.
That smile made Liv smile. How could it not? It was such a rare occurrence that Leon actually cracked a smile. Though she furrowed her brow at his question. “Is what a zombie thing?” Considering he was waving at all of her. “I thought we went over this already,” she did keep her voice low though. The whole world didn’t need to know what she was.
“The whole new personality thing,” Leon said. “It’s like whiplash talking to you sometimes.”
“Ohhhh. Yeah. It’s totes a zombie thing,” Liv confirmed. “Whatever brain I’m on I get their personality along with the visions.” It was a bit difficult for her at times too. Constantly acting a different way, most of the time not how Liv would actually act. So yeah, she could see how it’d be weird for others to see her constantly change too.
Leon sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose. He grabbed a cigarette and lit it, only to have the bartender angrily clear his throat. Leon glanced up, swore softly to himself, and then put the cigarette out. He was used to drinking in the diviest of dive bars with Revy, and the bartenders usually didn’t give a shit if you smoked so long as you didn’t burn the upholstery and paid your tab at the end of the night. “Next time you eat the brain of the most obnoxious teenager in the world,” he said lowly so the bartender couldn’t overhear them, “maybe don’t call me.”
Well, that was just rude. But then what else did she expect from Leon, really? He could really use a lesson with Ms. Manners. She almost pouted but quickly changed her mind. “Fine,” Liv said almost cheerfully before taking another sip of her Olympic drink. “Good luck solving the murder without my visions.” Because really how did Leon even survive without her?
Leon scowled. She had a point about that. “Maybe I just won’t take anymore obnoxious teenage cases,” he sighed. Not that he really had much choice in the matter. “So, are there any more of you people?” he asked. If he was going to have a zombie invasion on his hands, he’d really like to know about it beforehand.
“Us people?” Seriously Leon? If Liv didn’t know any better she would have been offended. “I’m the only one. As far as I know.” Definitely no others from her dreams. She would recognize them fasho’.
Leon frowned. “What, am I offending zombie-Americans?” he asked, almost sarcastically. He had to admit that he was relieved that she was the only one. A zombie apocalypse was something he’d really rather not deal with. “And you haven’t turned anyone? You can’t turn any of the corpses you snack on, can you?”
“Oh em gee. You’re kidding me right?” And once again Liv couldn’t even. Leon was so difficult to work with sometimes. Well not literally work but like talk to. “You’re offending me,” duh. She still had a soul and feelings after all. “But nope. Haven’t turned anyone. You gotta be scratched before you die. Can’t turn a corpse.”
“I’m sorry for offending you, Liv,” Leon said, and he meant it even if he sounded a touch exasperated. He never had any intention of offending Liv. Though, it was hard to take her seriously when she was saying things like “oh em gee” out loud. “Well, that’s a plus at least. If you were off turning our vics into zombies, we’d have a problem.”
“NBD,” Liv said with a shrug. And it wasn’t a huge deal. Leon was curious about what she was, but really he should think before he spoke sometimes. “Don’t worry. I won’t cause a zombie apocalypse for you,” she said with a playful eyeroll.
“NB-” Leon started, furrowing his brow as he thought about it. No big deal, he came to, before he could even finish the sentence. At least, he hoped that’s what he meant. “Good. The last thing I need to deal with is more of those things like what came through those green tornado things.” He knocked back the rest of his drink, and then ordered another one. He’d almost forgotten how easy it was to knock back those fruity drink.
Liv almost rolled her eyes but Leon seemed to catch on to what she meant. He was smarter than he acted sometimes. “I don’t really feel like dealing with those again either, FYI,” Liv agreed finishing off her own drink. Although unlike Leon she didn’t order another. Instead she began tapping furiously away at her phone. Tweets to reply to and all that. “Oh em gee! There is this spin class everyone is tweeting about. I need to go check it out.”
Leon stared. He’d just ordered another drink, and now Liv was going to bail on him? What the hell was he supposed to do, sit at the bar alone with his stupid Olympic themed fruity cocktail? On the other hand, this wasn’t the first time he’d sat at a bar alone, drinking by himself. “See ya, Felicia,” he said, deciding to play along with Liv’s brain in an effort to be nice.
Liv had already hopped off the stool and was headed out when she heard Leon’s words. She almost turned around and corrected him. That was so not how the saying went, and it was also meant to be an insult but she could tell Leon was trying which of course made her smile. “Bye!” she called over her shoulder exiting the bar totally forgetting she hadn’t paid for her drink. Oops.
Leon sighed, watching her leave the door, and then swivelled back to the bar just in time to see the bartender make his way over to him. “So, are you paying for her drink too?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Leon blinked. “Are you fucking-” Leon started, turning back toward the door just in time to see Liv pulling out of the parking lot. It struck him then that she had been the one to drive him there in the first place. Angrily, he reached for his cigarettes, stuck one in his mouth, and nearly lit it before the bartender slapped the bar.
“Hey. Bub. No smoking.”
This was the worst bout of after work drinks ever.