Simon Lewis (notsomundane) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-08-28 00:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, george lovelace, simon lewis |
Who: Simon Lewis & George Lovelace
When: Backdated: Early July
Where: Baxter's Bakery
What: Dream!BFFs meeting
Rating/Warnings: Family Friendly
Status: Complete
Simon sat in his usual booth at Baxter’s; the one near the back so that he was out of the way, but he could still see Izzy every now and then. Were it not for the fact that his girlfriend worked there, he wouldn’t spend quite so much time in the a bakery where he couldn’t even eat the pastries and just barely drink the coffee. Were he not still such a newbie vamp, he’d try to train his stomach to take in food just because he missed it so much, but he had a feeling that he wouldn’t get the same joy out of it that he once had. Honestly, why did he have to be the type of vampire that couldn’t eat human food? He knew for a fact that there were many different types of vampires, in Orange County alone, and that some of them were able to eat human food, but he was not lucky to have been one of them.
Sighing, Simon looked over the notebook in front of him, which contained one of the new songs the band was working on currently. It was good, but they all felt that there was something missing; they just couldn’t figure out what it was.
George was learning his way around this somewhat intimidating city. Well, collection of cities? He wasn't going to spend much time sorting out the finer workings of how everything came together. No, he was merely working on figuring out where the best places were. He had always had wanderlust, but in this place he felt a slight pang of homesickness. There were no rolling hills of green or strong country breezes. This place was all hustle and bustle, a thriving metropolis. When he spotted the bakery, well, he knew he had to pop in and take a look.
Soon enough he was staring at treats and frowning ever so slightly. No shortbread biscuits. Well, he’d just have to try something new. Soon enough he was sitting a table near the back with a cup of tea and some danish of sorts. He toyed with the sugary creation before taking a bite, promptly inhaling wrong. A loud cough escaped him, causing some people to look, but he managed not to die.
“America one, George zero,” he muttered before taking a swig of the okay tea.
Simon had gotten up to toss his empty coffee cup when he heard the guy mutter to himself and he couldn’t help but notice his accent, “And how many points does Ireland have? I mean, from what I’ve heard, they don’t exactly have the best food either. Well, other than shepard’s pie. Is shepard’s pie actually from Ireland? Or is that something that was made up?” Simon smiled a little as he rambled, hoping, after the fact, that the guy wouldn’t be annoyed that he had said anything.
George blinked and stared at the bloke rambling at him. Ireland? A laugh escaped him before he shook his head. “Ireland can go feck itself, mate,” he said good naturedly. “Irish food is boggin. And, nah. Shepard’s pie is from me motherland. Scotland.” A slow smile appeared on his face as he leaned back slightly in his chair.
The Scots and Irish tended to have rivalry which made boarding school all that more fun. There had been British, Irish, and Scots all smashed together. George tended to get along with everyone, but he still enjoyed living up to the stereotypes at times. “Anywhere around here actually have shepard’s pie or do I need to learn to cook?”
And here Simon thought he knew the distinction between various accents pretty well, but then again the guy had been muttering, so that could have been why he had confused the accents, “And there I go making an even bigger fool of myself than I would have originally. Story of my life.” He was just glad Izzy was busy and hadn’t seen this. Her and Clary would likely tease him for a few weeks about not being able to tell the difference between Irish and Scottish. “Honestly, I don’t know. I’m not sure it’s a big seller in most restaurants.” At least none that Simon had ever been to. Then again, it was possible that he just hadn’t noticed.
George shook his head with a smile, “you're fine, mate. Too many accents in the world.” He was trying now to use less of the slang he normally favored. The words always just slipped in, but when he made an effort it was only one or two. “Right shame about Shepard’s pie not being a big seller. It is comfort food at its finest.” He took a swig of the tea and a sort of sad look appeared on his face. He was going to need to find an import store to get tea he was used to.
“From around here?” The question was random, but seemed the right one to ask.
“You could probably google it. Don’t know if it’d tell you if any place around has shepard’s pie, but it’s worth a try.” Simon shrugged a little. “Not originally. I’m from New York; moved here a few years ago.” It was crazy to think that at least two years had already gone by since he and the guys had moved across the country. “Not a fan of the tea either? You should try a sparkling latte. It’s their specialty.”
“Aye, I shall google it later.” George had so much to learn about this place. He hadn’t realized how sheltered he had been by going to a boarding school. Sure, he had traveled the world with his parents, but that had been more tourist areas then this. Now he was living on his own and trying to figure out how to survive in a new country. Everything seemed so different at the moment, but he figured he would get used to it at some point.
“New York? You’ve relocated pretty far away, dinne ya? What made you decide to come here?” He found himself blinking in confusion. “Sparkling...latte?”
Simon was speaking Greek at this point to poor George.
Since they were talking, Simon thought it would be easier if he was sitting and hoped the other guy didn’t mind as he slid into the seat across from him, “Two reasons. My best friend had already moved out here a few months earlier and my band wanted to try our luck in California as opposed to New York.” While they hadn’t gotten anywhere close to a record deal or anything like that, they had played in some bigger clubs than in New York. So they had that going for them. “Yes, a Sparkling latte. It’s their signature drink. And no, they don’t just use edible glitter to make it sparkle.” Trying to explain a sparkling latte without talking about sparkling milk from the moon or wherever it had come from was a little difficult when the other person wasn’t a dreamer.
George didn’t mind at all. He merely picked up his tea and took another sip. Ah, he really did miss Scotland. “Solid reasons,” he grinned at Simon. He didn’t have himself a best friend, just friends from school. They hadn’t really kept in touch once they all went their separate ways. Not that he was honestly surprised. Sure, they had all been thick as thieves while at school, but most of them had gone onto Uni right away while George had traveled. “How is your band doing here?”
He still didn’t quite understand the sparkling latte, but that was alright. “I’ll have to order it next time. Sounds interesting.”
“We’re doing alright. We play at different clubs and bars every now and then.” They usually got a gig whenever the clubs they had played at in the past had openings and that was fine with Simon, because it meant that they didn’t get redundant; especially when it seemed like they had a new name each time they played. “And you definitely should. It’s their signature drink and probably the best one they have.”
“That’s pretty brill,” George pointed out. Getting gigs meant his band would get more exposure. He wasn’t aware about the ever changing band name, but if he had known he would have been a bit confused. It was hard for anything to get a following if they kept changing up their name. “What type of music do you play?”
He worked on finishing off the sweet treat he had bought since he didn’t want to waste money. He figured that with time he’d get used to how different the food was here. “Good to know, thanks, mate!” George grinned at Simon. “So do you come to this place often?”
“We do a little of everything. No country though.” Not only were none of them fans of country, but it just wouldn’t fit the clubs and bars that they played at. “We do some covers too. Gotta pay homage to the bands that inspire us after all,” Simon smiled then glanced towards the counter as he nodded, “Yeah, my girlfriend, Izzy, works here. I come to see her and hang out write and stuff.” Izzy appeared to be in the back at the moment otherwise he would have pointed her out.
“Only country I can swallow is the Cash,” George said with a laugh. He liked folk music and a little bit of everything, but he had always found country music to be kind of...whiny. He wasn’t sure if that was the right term, but all he knew was that it didn’t strike a chord with him. “I’ll have to see ya play some time.” He glanced towards the counter as well and wondered faintly what type of person Izzy was. “Maybe I’ll meet her another time. I mean clearly I have to come back and try that sparkling latte.
Simon chuckled and nodded, “I totally agree about Cash.” After all, who didn’t like Johnny Cash? Simon didn’t think that he could know someone who didn’t like Johnny Cash. “She’s usually here all the time. If she didn’t take your order then I’m sure you’ll meet her eventually.” Simon heard his phone vibrate on the table behind them where he had left his things and glanced at his watch, “Oh shit. Speaking of my band, I’ve got to get to band practice.” Simon got to his feet, “I’m Simon, by the way. Simon Lewis.”
George couldn’t believe he had also forgotten to introduce himself. He grinned up at Simon as he raised a hand in a little wave. “Name’s George Lovelace, and yes I am fully secure in my last name.” He motioned to the door. “Go have fun at practice, Simon. I’m sure we will run into each other again. I’m going to have questions about this town and you’ve been here longer, sooo you just got promoted to fountain of knowledge. Cheers!”