Cora Hale (impulsivewolf) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-02-12 17:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, cora hale, jasmine parks |
Who: Cora and Jaz
Where: A bowling place
When: Saturday 1/26
What: First time meeting in person. Cosmic bowling.
Status: Complete
Cora had been glad to see the craziness end so that she could go back to her normal life of going out and doing fun stuff. Being cooped up in her house had been boring and a person could only look at the same four walls for so long before they started to go crazy with boredom. Which is probably why she didn’t hesitate to hang out with Jaz when they spoke on the network. She didn't know the woman, but that was okay. Hopefully, the chick wasn’t crazy or Cora would bolt so fast… Once Cora arrived, she waited outside for Jaz to show up. She didn’t know how puncture this woman was so Cora decided to take selfies until her possible new friend showed up. * Zombies were bad. The end. Jaz was just glad that all the dead people she’d encountered over the last day or two had the decency to stay that way! It’d put a crick in her neck she just couldn’t shift and even Mitch and his undeniable skills couldn’t help it. So, instead she was bowling. Or would be, when she’d found Cora. The whole cosmic aspect was entirely new to her but as promised Jaz had regaled herself with glow-in-the-dark bracelets and hair-ties and made sure her white t-shirt would flores beautifully under the UV lights she decided had better be there! When she rocked up to the venue she saw Cora doing the over-the-head fish-pout that seemed to be currently in vogue and as an introduction Jaz couldn’t help but stick her fingers up over her head in ‘bunny-ear’ mode. “Hey,” she said with a broad grin, “how’re you doing? Ready for some cosmic action?” * Cora was about to take the picture when she noticed the bunny ears that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. She quickly spun around, ready to pop whoever it was, but then stopped herself when she saw who had done it. “You really shouldn’t sneak up on people,” she told her as she turned her phone off and put it away in her purse. She looked Jaz over. Yeah, the woman hadn’t been kidding about the whole glow in the dark get up. “Yeah. But I can’t tell if you are,” she sarcastically said with a small smile. If anyone to look, they looked like the total opposite. Jaz was dressed like that and Cora looked like she stepped off of a runway. She probably could have gone with something a little more casual, but she hadn’t. “Let’s go inside,” she told Jaz as she started to lead the way in. * “I shouldn’t, but it’s so much fun!” Jaz answered in response entirely unashamed of her actions. Then again she was rarely ashamed and almost never embarrassed. “If you’d been looking around you instead of at your phone, you’d have seen me,” she couldn’t help point out to Cora with a small smile, though there was no judgement in it. “You like, huh?” Jaz gave a little spin, “cause we’re going to have a cosmic night, you and I,” she said with a grin. “Oh, I’m ready,” she slipped her arm through Cora’s, “cause I’m always ready. Do you think they’re going to make us wear those skanky bowling shoes or is the whole theme going to give us shoes with flashing lights or something?” she asked as they headed for the doors. * “You might not be saying that when you get punched in the face.” Just because Cora stopped herself from doing it, didn’t mean the next person would. “I got bored. Had to do something while I waited for you to show up.” How was Cora going to answer that question? “Well…it works for you.” It wasn’t something she would wear. “Are you always this cheerful?” Was this woman high on something or was she naturally happy like this? Walking inside, she said, “They’re going to make us wear the skanky bowling shoes.” Just because it was cosmic bowling it didn’t mean they were getting away with wearing something else on their feet. Once inside, she paid for a game and the shoe rental. “Come on,” she said as she led the way to the shoe rental area. * “Testy,” Jaz said with a small smirk, “good job I get made to take self-defence classes for work, huh?” And though she doubted Cora would have thumped her, you never could tell about people. They were weird! “Hey, it’s not as though I was late,” she replied, “or are you one of those people who shows up everywhere an hour earlier than you need to be there?” she asked, curious to know more about her new friend. “It does, doesn’t it? Maybe I can get everyone to skip the whole ‘back to the 80s’ trend and get right on into the 90s, where the clothes weren’t even close to as ridiculous,” Jaz did look down at her garb with a sly smile, making sure Cora knew she was brimming with irony on that particular score. “Mostly I’m pretty cheerful,” Jaz answered with a shrug. “Not a lot bothers me,” she told Cora, “though I may draw the line at seriously skanky shoes.” Yep, that could bum her out totally and ruin her night. Jaz followed after Cora, making sure she paid for drinks and snacks if she was going to stump up for the initial costs. “Two pairs of nearly-new shoes, sir!” she told the guy at the shoe emporium with a flirty smile, “cause I know you wouldn’t put these cute toes in anything hideous, right?” He fumbled and Jaz quickly swapped the shoes over, “thank you good sir, these will do nicely. Onward!” she said with a grin Cora’s way. * “More like there are creepy people out there in the world.” Cora could defend herself if she needed. She might look like a girly girl, but she could break someone’s nose if she really wanted to. “I never said you were,” she pointed out. “I don’t arrive at places an hour early,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “But I do show up a little early. It’s a habit.” One that she will not be breaking. “Where have you been? The 90’s are back in fashion.” If Jaz didn’t have all the ridiculous glow in the dark stuff, she’d probably look okay. “I think you’re going to have to suck it up when it comes to the rental shoes. Unless you have your own bowling shoes.” Which she knew Jaz didn’t have or she’d be carrying them or wearing them already. Cora snickered and grabbed the shoes. No way in hell was she going to hand her shoes over. They cost more than that guy probably made in a week. Instead, all he got was a smile and then she followed Jaz away. “Pick a lane, any lane,” she said as she looked at the lanes and in front of her so that she didn’t run into Jaz or into anyone else. * “You don’t gotta tell me about all the creepy people,” Jaz answered with a laugh, “most of them end up in the back of my ambulance, one way or another.” One of the many reasons she liked her partnership with Mitch - if they got too familiar he wasn’t above letting her sock them. What a friend! “No complaints here, it’s better to be early than late,” she agreed with Cora. “I mean, nothing says ‘my time is so much more important than yours’ than an asshole who’s late everywhere, right?” Where had she been? “Mostly in uniform,” she answered with a grin, “though I doubt that’s changed since the original 90s fashion and seriously are you telling me the 90s are back? That is a terrifying thought!” Jaz gave a shudder of horror. She’d just go her own way and never look at a magazine, it was the best way, she figured. “There’s always a way around skuzzy bowling shoes,” she told Cora with a wiggle of her eyebrows, “even if it just means employing the boobs and smile a little more than usual.” Jaz wasn’t above doing either, if it meant her feet didn’t stink at the end of the night. “Here,” she said, guiding Cora down to the last lane in the row, “that way they’ll leave us alone, no matter what cosmic-mischief we get up to. Now, do you want a drink or something to eat, or are you just here to do sports?” she asked faking a whole sporty crotch-grab and flex. * “I can only imagine the people you deal with.” Cora has her fair share of creepers. At least she didn’t have to be anywhere near them. “I really hate people who think that way. If you say you’re going to be somewhere, be there. Don’t make others wait around because you think the world revolves around you.” Cora nodded. “Yeah. Glitter make-up, stripes down the side on pants, plaid shirts, those plastic tattoo chokers. You name it, it’s back.” Laughing, she kept following. “I usually just wear two pairs of socks. That usually helps.” She was fine with taking the last lane. It meant they only had to deal with the people on one side of them instead of both. She sat down once they got to their lane and started to take off her shoes. “If they have nachos, get them, please. Soda is good too.” * She gave a smile of appreciation, “if they’re not sick enough to quit creeping before they deal with me, they probably are afterwards,” Jaz joked. Quite apart from anything else she wasn’t actually going to hurt a patient, no matter how drunk and stupid they got. It wasn’t like she hadn’t got drunk and stupid in her time. “Can you imagine if we ran that ambulance service that way?” she asked Cora with a laugh, “‘I know we said we’d be there in five to save your life, but I needed a bathroom break and coffee first,’ sheesh!” People were rude, in so many ways. “You are seriously knowledgeable about all this,” Jaz said with a frown. “Kinda liked the glitter makeup and plaid shirts, though.” You could get away with an awful lot in a shirt like that - especially if it was a few sizes too big. “The rest should be confined to the fashion-abomination room and get burned,” Jaz decided. Two pairs of socks was definitely smart and perhaps Jaz would follow Cora’s tip next time they did this. “Right, you make all the tech get working and I’ll go get the snacks!” She headed off to the bar and returned a few minutes later loaded up with sodas, nachos and a hot dog Jaz would struggle to get in her mouth, let alone finish! Still, she liked a challenge. “Behold the wonders of cosmicness,” she set Cora’s food down with a flourish and dispatched her own in the spot next to her. “Damn, I love junk food,” she said with a sigh. * “I believe it.” Cora may have just met Jaz, but she had a feeling that you did not want to mess with this girl unless you wanted a broken bone. “Everyone would be dead and you would probably lose your job if you did that.” She gave Jaz a duh look and said, “Model.” She kind of had to keep up with what was going on with fashion. “I like the pants; they don’t need to be burned. The plastic chokers could have stayed in the 90’s, though.” While Jaz went off to get snacks, Cora started punching in their names into the computer and then finished putting on her bowling shoes. She was watching the guys in the next lane playing. They kind of sucked. She looked away from her entertainment when Jaz finally returned. “Nice!” She wasted no time in grabbing the plate of nachos and digging in. “These shouldn’t taste so good, but they do.” * “They wouldn’t fire me,” she said with a strut of enthusiasm, “cause I’m good at what I do. Also, my partner’s way better and he’d never let them,” Jaz told Cora with a laugh. “Besides, I’d never pull in late. It’s bad enough getting to an accident after it’s happened without the delays I’m talking about,” she said with feeling. Jaz made an O with her mouth as she looked Cora up and down, “and I should have guessed that, huh? Well, it makes sense you’d know stuff,” she answered. Was she supposed to assume every girl who looked halfway decent was a model? “You can keep the pants. The chokers are only still around cause no one knew about biodegradable plastic,” Jaz said with a sly smirk. “They’re actually the same chokers,” she told her as though it were top secret. “Shh, don’t let on you know!” Jaz settled down and shoved a bite of hot dog into her mouth, chewing happily as her stomach gurgled in delight. “It’s the fake cheese,” she said stealing a nacho from Cora’s plate, “if they used proper cheese it just wouldn’t work. Just like this wouldn’t work with real meat,” Jaz said taking a second bite of heaven. “Okay, who’s up first. Let’s show this town what cosmic really looks like,” she said taking a slurp of soda to wash down her food. * “Sure they would if the people you were supposed to be helping all died because you decided to take your sweet time getting there.” Cora didn’t really think Jaz would do that or she really wouldn’t have her job anymore. “No.” She didn’t expect Jaz to guess at all. It’s why she informed her. “Oh is that right? So the chokers are the chokers that were made in the 90s and they’re just now pulling them out of storage? Is that what you’re trying to say?” she asked with a laugh. “I think you’re right,” she said as she grabbed another cheese covered chip and ate it. “It’s real meat. It’s just not always the highest quality of meat,” she pointed out. “Me.” She took a quick drink of her soda before getting up and grabbing herself a ball. “Let’s see how bad I am…” * “You, my new friend, will learn this very, very quickly,” Jaz said with a bright smile, “I really like to drive fast. It’s one of my greatest failings but luckily it adds to job-satisfaction,” she said with a soft chuckle. Nope, no one was dying cause she was late - not when she was driving, anyway! “For sure,” she replied with a grin at Cora, “isn’t that how all fashion stuff works? Someone finds an old box of stuff and tries to make a little cash?”Jaz asked with a smirk that said she wasn’t even remotely serious, let alone making fun of her profession. “There’s no way those chokers sold out first time around,” she said with a laugh. “I hope you know you’re giving me nacho envy about now,” she told Cora as she watched her dig into the pile of fake cheese. Suddenly Jaz’s fake-meat wasn’t quite doing it for her. Oh well, it was still good! “Hot dogs are the stuff they squish out when they’ve run out of meat,” she told her with a grin, “and it tastes real good.” She watched Cora as she stepped up to grab her ball and whooped, “no matter how bad you are just be clear that whatever you score, your ass looks immaculate doing it!” Jaz told her as she watched the guys in the next alley watching her throw. Yep, that was an ass worth watching! * “Maybe you’re in the wrong profession. Maybe you should have been a race car driver.” Cora laughed. “Um, no. Fashion just gets recycled depending on whatever year everyone wants to drag out.” She was seriously waiting for bell bottoms to come back into fashion again since they seem to do that a lot. “You should have gotten them,” she said in a sing-song voice. “So good.” She laughed. “You really need to stop believing those myths.” Cora looked over her shoulder and then shook her ass a bit at Jaz, not at all caring if the guys were staring at her in the next lane. She took her shot and watched as the ball knocked down most of the pins. Once the ball came back, she took her second shot and was left with just one pin. “Well, I guess I’m not as bad as I thought,” she said as she made her way back to Jaz. “Your turn.” She sat down and grabbed her nachos. Hello, yumminess. * “Huh, maybe I should,” she contemplated this for a moment and then shook her head no. “I can’t afford those super-cars and I sure as shit can’t afford to crash one,” which Jaz would probably do first time out given her penchant for speed. “At least if I crash the rig it’s covered on the hospital’s insurance,” she said giving Cora a wiggle of her eyebrows. “It’s the perfect exchange. Lives for fast-living,” she said with a grin. “But who decides?” Jaz was actually secretly interested. “Does someone just randomly pull out a bolt of fabric and go ‘I have decided this will be the season of the purple poncho!’?” It seemed about as sensible a suggestion as anything else that happened in the fashion world. “And how come all the designers send you down catwalks with almost no clothes on - doesn’t that kinda defeat the purpose?” Cora was going to be able to open up windows of perception Jaz hadn’t knew existed! “I can still get them,” she answered in the same sing-song voice Cora had adopted as she reached over and stole one. “Behold my prize!” Jaz said as she lowered the treat into her mouth, sticky-fake-cheese and jalapenos too. “Who cares where it comes from if it tastes good?” she said with a shrug. “Want a bite of my mystery meat?” Jaz cheered at the ass-wiggling and saw the jaws of the guys drop just a little at Cora’s antics. Yep, this was going to be fun! If she’d thought of it sooner she’d have challenged her to a game of strip-ten-pin - which definitely wasn’t a thing, but probably should be. “You’re just a faker,” Jaz proclaimed when Cora returned having knocked almost all the pins down, “just like the cheese, you’re way too good,” she said getting up and grabbing a ball of her own. Right then, let’s see if she could remember how to do this! * Cora shrugged at Jaz’s question. “I don’t know. I just wear what they tell me to wear on the runway or in photo shoots and then I wear what I like.” She had to laugh. “It might be exactly like that. Are you talking about the sheer stuff?” How dare Jaz steal a nacho. She gasped and looked at her wide-eyed. “I was going to eat that one.” She didn’t actually care. If she wanted more, then she’d get more. “Nah, that’s okay. Thanks for the offer, though.” Cora smiled when Jaz called her a faker. “I am not. It’s been a while.” That hadn’t been a lie. “Knock those pins down!” She gave a little cheer before eating some more of her yummy nachos. * “You don’t ever think ‘you know what, this is the least practical outfit I’ve ever seen and it should be locked in a closet for the rest of time’?” Jaz asked, really curious and not meaning to insult Cora or her choices for a single second! “I remember seeing some model wearing an evening gown with heels on a horse,” she told Cora shaking her head, “I get it, it’s art, but with basket-weaving at the end you get a basket, know what I’m saying?” Fashion really was lost on Jaz, but so long as her new friend could handle that, it was all good. “Be honest, it’s not just sheer. Sheer I can get behind,” Jaz responded. “I’m talking titties for miles and having to wax up that wazoo so you can stand up in the things! This and most designers are gay? Or is that just an act?” Huh, who knew she had so many questions? “You’re a model. That nacho would have bust your diet to hell,” she answered with a laugh as she stole another, with extra cheese. Jaz was happy to share but if Cora didn’t want her dog then she’d snarf the lot herself. Happily. And then steal more nachos, probably. Jaz grinned at the support and tossed her ball with almost 99% accuracy. “Huh. Well, I think we’ve found something else I can’t do, Cora!” she said laughing as the single pin she’d nudged wobbled and then finally toppled over. “SCORE!” Jaz started to do do a little cheer-act from school as she threw the second ball. This time it bounced wildly and finally came to rest against the pins without knocking a single one down. “Erm… Cora…” Jaz said sheepishly as she looked over at her friend, “...I think I broke it!” * “Nope. I just wear what they tell me to wear.” Cora didn’t have to wear the outfit for very long, so even if she thought it was ugly or not practical, it didn’t matter. It wasn’t her’s to keep. “You might find it dumb, but a lot of women probably see that picture and think wow, if she looks that awesome in that dress while on a horse, I can look that awesome in that dress. I must buy it.” She shook her head and laughed a little. Yeah, Jaz was definitely not a fashionista. “Some are and some aren’t.” Cora gasped and moved her nachos away so that Jaz couldn’t steal anymore. “Get your own, woman!” Wow, Jaz was bad at this. At least it made Cora look that much better at playing. She watched as Jaz did her little dance, glancing over at the guys in the next lane who were also watching. “I’ll go find somebody.” She stood up and walked off to find help. Even though Jaz was breaking stuff, she knew today was going to be a really good day. |