|Charlie McGee (startsfires) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2013-12-02 23:51:00
|Entry tags:||charlie mcgee, james kirk|
Who: Charlie McGee and James Kirk
What: It’s time for shakes and pool and talking about troubling things.
Where: Starting at the ice cream shop.
Warnings: TBA, but I don’t think any.
Sometimes Charlie wished that she had a car to get around Lawrence. It would be easy to get around, even allowing her to visit Kansas City when she wanted without paying cab faire. Today, to be honest, wasn’t one of those days. She needed to walk. Once again she’d let Lucifer get under her skin. He seemed talented at pressing all the right buttons. As she made her way to the ice cream shop she tried to regulate her breathing. Charlie knew that she wouldn’t make even decent company if she was too angry or too sad. Kirk would understand, she knew, but she’d try to avoid extreme anger and sadness anyway.
It seemed like she’d gotten to the shop first as she looked around and didn’t spot her pool buddy. Charlie stepped inside the place, the little bell above the door dinging and signaling her arrival. She made her way to the tables, wanting to wait him before she ordered anything, and took a seat.
Kirk had to admit that he was worried about Charlie. The minute he had seen that Lucifer had posted on the boards he steered clear of it completely, and judging by Bobby's post later he figured that he'd made the right decision. He also wasn't going to publicly admit he'd read Khan's post, but that had given him the gist of the BS Lucifer was throwing around. And while he himself had stayed out of it he could see at the Thanksgiving dinner some of the people who hadn't, and he was betting Charlie was one of them. She had seemed very tense, which wasn't really like her, so that was when he'd suggested shakes and pool. When she posted on the boards earlier he just hoped she wanted to talk.
It didn't take him long to get to the ice cream shop from his place. It still sucked not having a car or even a motorcycle like he used to have, but the walking hadn't killed him yet. He was planning on doing more walking today because he got the feeling his conversation with Charlie was going to be one best kept from unfriendly ears. He opened the door to the shop and noticed her immediately. "Hey," he said, giving her a grin. "Placed your order yet?"
Charlie perked up slightly at Kirk’s appearance. She smiled a little and gave a small wave of her hand. “Hey. No, I was waiting for you, actually.” Charlie gave a shrug of her shoulders. “Seemed like the polite thing to do, I suppose.”
“So, is the master ready for the pupil to totally school him in pool?” She said with a tiny chuckle. Charlie really wasn’t that confident in her pool skills. That didn’t mean she couldn’t put on a little false bravado and pretend that she thought she was fantastic. “Oh, but shakes first.” Even through her smiles and the tiny bit of laughter she let out, Charlie didn’t seem like herself. She was a little too tense and her smiles seemed slightly put-on.
“They’ve got a gingerbread one for the Christmas season.” Charlie suggested with a small shrug. “Or there are always the classic options. Chocolate, strawberry...”
He grinned back at her. "We'll see, Charlie. We'll see." But even as he was grinning at her he realized that whatever was on her mind was pretty big. Even with the grin and the chuckle she still seemed tense. If they had to skip pool tonight he was fine with that. He just wanted to make sure his friend was okay.
He shook his head when she started naming the shake flavors and gave her a wider grin. "See, I've started coming in here on my own, and they like me so much I kind of got to design my own shake. It's kind of like a piña colada, see. Banana milkshake with crushed pineapple in it, topped with whipped cream and coconut flakes. It may sound a bit out there but it's really good. Maybe one day I'll get something else, but that's going to be my go-to shake for a while."