Percival Ignatius Weasley has discovered sarcasm. (analretentive) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-04-23 00:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, derpy hooves, percy weasley, sam winchester |
Who: Sam Winchester, Derpy Hooves, Percy Weasley
When: After her texts about lunch, 4/9
Where: The Office
What: Lunch Delivery
Rating/Warnings:
Status: Complete
Sam leaned around the doorframe and poked his head into Percy’s office. He knocked on the open door. Unless they were in meetings or something, most of the time Sam, Percy, Helen, and the others kept their doors open. It helped ease communication.
“Hey, Percy, you free for lunch? Deryn is bringing sandwiches.”
Percy took a moment to pull himself away from the stacks and stacks of files on his desk. When he’d started, he’d taken a look around and had nearly had an aneurysm about how things had been filed away in the office. So that, in conjunction with some unknowledgeable intern who was screwing things up royally --- well. The redhead had started in on the Great Reorganizing of 2013.
“What?” He asked, blue eyes finally finding Sam at the doorway. “Oh! Oh. Certainly.” He smiled, a tiny sort of smile. He’d yet to meet Deryn, so found himself vaguely curious for it.
“Great! I’ll come grab you when she gets here.” He said, giving a little nod. “You sure you don’t need any help with that filing?” Sam didn’t want to leave it in the hands of the incompetent intern, but at least he could help Percy with the Reorganizing of 2013.
“Oh. No, I’m fine,” Percy replied with a little shrug - almost embarrassed. Organization was something he was very good at, and he was rather afraid to share the burden of it, lest he become a bit -- weird. He was a bit anal retentive in cases such as these. Well. In most cases, actually. “I’m managing quite well--”
His words were cut off though, by a voice calling out in the main lobby of the offices. “Hellllloooo? Sam?” It was high pitched, a little musical. Cute.
Percy rose his eyebrows and set down a pile of files. “I think your ladyfriend is here,” he noted.
“Ah, yes.” Sam broke into a grin that was completely unlike any expression he ever wore at work, and turned to go and meet her. Funny how guys change completely when their women are around. He nearly jogged down the corridor to the front room.
“Hey,” he said, softly, still beaming that strange, uncharacteristic-unless-caused-by-Deryn grin, and leaned down to kiss her hello.
“Hello!” Deryn chirped, boosting herself up on tiptoes in order to steal a kiss. She didn’t often see him in his work clothes, but she rather thought Sam looked dashing in a suit. “I brought lunch!” She said, holding out a bag of food, and dropping back down to her diminutive stature.
Yes. Funny how guys change when their women are around -- oh, wait. Nope. Percy set aside his his paperwork for the time being, excused himself from his own office (okay, yeah, weird), and followed Sam into the lobby.
He had not expected Deryn to be quite so -- well. Short.
Well, not all guys. And not all guys changed around their women, sometimes they had men. And sometimes they didn’t change at all. Whatever. Funny how SAM changed around his woman. He got softer. Happier.
Deryn was very short. It was almost comical how opposite they were. Sam was still grinning as he turned around to introduce Percy to Deryn. “Percy! This is Deryn. Deryn, Percy Weasley.”
“How do you do--” Percy started that sentence, but never quite go to finish it because Deryn was shaking his hand in a flash, bobbing the both of them up and down with her energy.
“Hi! Oh gosh, I’ve heard about you a bit! Awesome to meet you,” she was saying, and her smile was wide and honest. Percy could see, of course, why Sam might like this girl. Even if she was just so very excitable. “I brought sandwiches,” Deryn went on with a tiny laugh. “Sam doesn’t know what you eat so I made something up, hope that’s okay.”
Percy could only press his glasses closer to his face and give a half nod. He glanced at Sam, who was now being tackle-hugged by that blonde ball of energy. Oh dear.
Sam gave a little laugh at the look on Percy’s face, then hugged Deryn and lifted her up off the ground so he could squeeze her properly. He set her back down quickly. “You’re a lifesaver for bringing lunch. Percy’s been up to his earlobes in old filing, and I’ve found a bunch of papers that I need desperately have been misfiled in last year’s reports.”
“Saving the world, one lunch at a time,” Deryn agreed with another laugh. “Hope turkey is okay for everyone. Where do you sit, Sam? Show me your desk! So exciting! Happy!” She’d particularly liked the pick-up sort of hug.
Percy, on the other hand, had his mind both on those papers that Sam needed, and the fact that he was weirded about by a girl who felt the need to vocalize what emotions she was feeling. He wondered if life was easier when one was so open. “Turkey is good,” he said, politely, even though he realized it’d been a very long while since he’d eaten meat of any kind.
Sam nodded. “Turkey’s fine with me. And it’s this way.” He motioned for her to come along with him, then walked with Percy and Deryn back down the hall to his office. His door was on the right, not too far past Percy’s. He motioned toward the different offices (the place was very small, considering where Sam had come from up in the Silicon Valley) and named off the people who worked there. So far it was Helen Magnus and the two men as lawyers in the firm, but they had paralegals and interns who came and went, too.
Sam’s office was big enough for the three of them to sit and have lunch. His desk was clear, too, as he knew that Deryn was coming. He had some drinks out on his desk already.
Deryn ooh-ed and aah-ed at the tour -- as if there were actually something interesting to see in a lawyers firm. Basic building with nice furniture. Deryn thought maybe it might be nice to have a desk though. Not that she needed one since she mostly worked outdoors.
“Nice,” she said finally, settling down the sack of food on Sam’s desk, and then flopping down in the nearest chair -- which just happened to be Sam’s.
She was bold, and Percy had to give her that. The redhead hung back for a moment, just watching the scene. Goodness this girl was bubbly. But Sam seemed happy about it and her. He was sure that he hadn’t seen him smile so much -- well. Ever before, really. Did he do that around his own significant other?
“To what do we owe the pleasure, today?” He asked finally, because apparently socializing was something that normal people did without feeling weird.
Undoubtedly Percy smiled as much around Wilson. That's what people in relationships, especially the early stages, do. Sam wasn't fussed. He was happy for the first time in years, maybe, and if that meant turning into an idiot when Deryn came into the room? No big deal.
The office was pretty boring to Sam. The novelty had worn off within the first couple weeks. Helen Magnus had found a good building, and furnished it well, so it was comfortable. There were some interesting pictures and if she ever wanted to know what Sam’s work was all about, she could just look at his bookcase. Other than that, though, it was same old, same old.
Sam sat down in one of the two chairs facing his desk, reaching into the bag to pull out sandwiches. He was hungry. Percy had asked Deryn a question, though, so Sam simply turned to watch her, waiting for her response.
“Had the afternoon off,” Deryn said with a shrug that was careless. It made her long hair fall in waves this way and that over her shoulders. “And it’s always nice when someone else brings you lunch, right?” Deryn knew a lot about friendship. She was, after all, a magical winged pony in her dreams.
“Oh. Of course,” said Percy, because what she said was so simple, how could he possibly disagree?
“Thank you for lunch, by the way.” Sam said, giving her a grin. That silly, cheesy, happy grin. Had he said it before? He wasn’t sure. Either way, it wouldn’t kill anyone for him to repeat it. He took one of the sandwiches and started unwrapping it so he could eat while they spoke.
“Deryn works over at the Farmer’s Market,” Sam said to Percy, then back to Deryn. “They gave you the whole afternoon off?”
“Sure,” Deryn chirped out, unwrapping her own sandwich with one hand while sliding the last one in Percy’s direction. She liked making Sam happy, so she didn’t mind showing up with lunch one bit. And then she giggled at Sam, scrunching her nose up cutely. “They do give me days off, you know.”
Percy could only give a half smile at that. “I imagine you must have to work most weekends. That’s when the Farmer’s Market gets busy.”
She only nodded in response, cheeks full with bread.
“Means I can’t keep her out late on Fridays or Saturdays,” Sam said, almost playfully. He took another bite of his sandwich, then reached forward to pass out water bottles. He needed a sip himself, so he took a moment to open his and gulp from it. The sandwich was good, just needed a chaser.
“Hence drinks last week.” Or whenever it was.
“Well, you could keep me out,” Deryn giggled brightly and found that Sam’s chair was a swivel one -- so round and round she went, all while sandwich munching. “I wouldn’t mind.”
Percy watched in an odd state of loss. He just didn’t know what to say, sometimes. Was this girl an adult? He wasn’t sure. So instead, he nibbled at his sandwich, and rose his eyebrows again in Sam’s direction. At least he knew how ponies acted now?
“Maybe next time I will.” Sam had a plan to keep her out all night. Okay, in all night. Y’know. In his bedroom. He grinned as he watched her swivelling around in his chair. Yeah, she may not be the most mature of people in the world all the time, but she was fun. And he cared about her. Deeply.
“Maybe next time we’ll make it a double date. I’m sure Percy could drag Wilson out. Maybe bowling?” Something equally as embarrassing and immature?
Hey now, Percy liked bowling. Sort of. He’d done it a few times anyway and hadn’t been awful at it. Not like he was at mini-putt. The redhead gave a half shrug and a smile as if saying he agreed with the idea. He’d never gone on a proper double date before, but supposed it wouldn’t be too bad.
“Oooh,” said Deryn, and her mouth actually made an “o”, eyebrows raised up. “Fun! Yes! Definitely!” Because she was easily excitable and all. But that was half of what made her fun. “I have my own shoes for that.”
“All right.” Sam liked that response. From both of them. He nodded, happily, and turned to Percy. “Why don’t you see when Wilson’s available, and we’ll plan it out.” He turned back to Deryn, “are there any days that don’t work for you?”
“Varies,” Percy said, but it was not in a way that was in disagreement. “I’ll see what I can do. I’m sure I’ll run into you with the information, eventually.” Harr harr. Office humor. Because they saw each other nearly every day. Get it? Yeah.
“Whenever,” Deryn said with another giggle as she spun ‘round in the chair some more. “Any time after five.”
Sam chuckled. It wasn’t as if Percy had to do much beyond raise his voice slightly to get ahold of Sam most days. Well, unless one or both of them was running errands or at the courthouse. “Great. We’ll set it up, then.” Sam said with a nod, as if that settled the matter.