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Tweak says, "It's not my club. Not my rules"

Giles Babcock (one_of_twelve) wrote in valarlogs,
@ 2013-01-25 21:08:00

Entry tags:

!complete, giles babcock, kirsty cotton

Who: Giles Babcock and Kirsty Cotton
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: A small pub
What: Meeting up
Rating: NC-17
Status: Complete

"Don't you think about going anywhere, Giles Babcock! Don't you even think it! You stay right here and stop shaking!"

The memory had come in a sudden snapshot. A moment when he was perhaps eight or nine, staying with another foster family. They hadn't been good people. He'd never had the good fortune to end up in the care of truly good people. The memory disappeared almost as soon as it appeared, like all his other intrusive thoughts. He needed to straighten himself out. Babcock kept glancing over his shoulder for the woman, the Kirsty Cotton, who had spoken to him.

He didn't know what this was: friends, or trying to date, or any of that. It was confused in his mind. It crossed and intersected with the loosest of threads. All he knew for sure was that he was meeting Kirsty Cotton for a beer. He hadn't even ordered a beer, and usually the bartender would comment but Babcock's size always had intimidated.

So he just waited and avoided thinking too hard on what to do, what to say, how to act. He'd just be himself, or try to be. Whoever that was.

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bloodonsnow
2013-01-26 02:12 am UTC (link)

Kirsty didn't know why exactly she was going out for a beer with a stranger. It was probably an attempt to be social, something her last partner had told her she should try more often. Then Jones had gone and gotten himself a girlfriend and a transfer both, leaving Kirsty with a wet-behind-the-ears rookie who was ever so eager to please her.

It was fucking annoying.

But she'd parked near the bar and was walking up to see if Giles Babcock had shown up. She probably looked like a cop, but there was no changing that.

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one_of_twelve
2013-01-26 02:23 am UTC (link)

Babcock sensed the newcomer, and turned in his stool. He smiled, showing the overbite he'd once been self-concious about. Damn, and she was beautiful too. She looked like she'd stepped out of a magazine. And not a porno mag either, one of those classy magazines where Rachel from Friends talked about her make-up or something.

"Hey. Kirsty Cotton," he said, motioning for her to come and sit with one hand and ordering a beer with the other. He'd never been great with women, ever since school. He'd been strange and shy, always muttering his thoughts in a whispered breath. It was a habit he'd had all his life, a habit he was still trying to break. "I guess you know who I am. I said my name a bunch of times. Giles Babcock, in the flesh."

	one_of_twelve 2013-01-26 02:36 am UTC (link)
	"It's okay," he said. "It's big. I've travelled around a whole bunch, seen a lot of different places. Been just about everywhere. Like that Johnny Cash song, y'know?" He cracked the cap of his beer bottle off the edge of the bar. "Haven't been here before now, though. Like I said: big." Giles took a swig. "You a native?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	one_of_twelve 2013-01-27 01:43 am UTC (link)
	Giles nodded carefully. Sex crimes. He'd never done a sex crime, so he was okay. Unless she was lying, trying to catch him, trying to mess with him. But then why would she say she was a cop in the first place? "Uh, neither," he said. "I'm a basketball man. Probably 'cause it was the only sport I was good at when I was a kid. With my height and all." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	one_of_twelve 2013-01-27 11:53 pm UTC (link)
	"Yeah...yeah, that's true," he said after a brief moment of consideration. "But sometimes there are plenty bad reasons." Babcock laughed a little. "Nah, see, I liked the girls on the softball team. Better than the cherleaders, anyway," he said. "Any girl that was willing to get waist-deep in mud was worth a look to me." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	one_of_twelve 2013-01-28 12:45 am UTC (link)
	"Gotta go all in, yeah," he said, nodding and drinking. "Might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb. One of my other foster dads used to say that. Good thing about foster care, lots of different lessons..." You needed lessons, especially the tough ones. You needed to get all the optimism and feeling beat out of you, and then you knew what the world was. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)