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At first the doctor did not understand what she meant though he thought about it. [i]Beta girl?[/i] Then he realized and his face seemed to have somewhat of a surprised look that faded quickly into a warm smile. He was attempting to reassure the woman that he did not mean to cause embarrassment. “[color=ca8621]I apologize if I caused any embarrassment,[/color]” That was not his intention at all but he knew communication could be subjective. He was only teasing because she seemed to know a little bit about betta fish. 

Noticing how she bought a basket of balls, he thought she was going to join him in throwing, and she quickly gave it away to a small child. For some reason he assumed that the child was probably hers before he referred to her as [i]Ranger Jones[/i]. Oh? A park ranger. How interesting. 

“[color=ca8621]If you want, you can call me Archer,[/color]” Trying to offer some personal connection to their discussion and interaction. He knew he needed to work on the difference between personal interactions and formal. Naturally, he would go formal because he worked sixty hour weeks and he had to be formal in his job. Only every now and again would it be non formal because of a patient. Sometimes patients needed more of a friend than a doctor when receiving news. 

Throwing another ball in an attempt to get a fish, it bounced around before plopping right into a goldish filled bowl. “[color=ca8621]I got one. Now we are both going to get in trouble with parents if I get another one,[/color]” Playfully nudging the woman as the worker handed up a fish in a small carry terrarium. Then he couldn’t help but laugh at the question. Dancing. How many times has he been told he has two left feet when it comes to that? He couldn’t tell. “[color=ca8621]Dancing sounds fun, but I have been told quite a few times that I have two left feet. I’m not very good at that, though I will attempt if someone wants to dance with me,[/color]” His smile was wide and showed his pearly whites while he tossed another ball. 

Tipping her head Nixie smiled.[color=#FF0000] "I'd be happy to teach you."[/color] Grinning broadly Nixie continued,[color=#FF0000] "Well there's Phoenix, the formal name. Then there's Jones, PJ, Peegee, Nixie, Nix and Pho. I guess you get to pick which one speaks to you."[/color] As she rattled off the nicknames she counted on her fingers. Though she didn't give him some of the names she'd been called. She wiggled her fingers smirking.[color=#FF0000] "Though I am always open to suggestions."[/color]

Archer seemed nice and after the day she had a little relaxation sounded good. Getting to open up her circle of friends didn't mean that it was going to be painful. 

That was quite a list to pick from and he thought about it. “[color=ca8621]My suggestion was Betta Fish girl,[/color]” He teased the woman before quickly continuing on to picking out of the list of nicknames, “[color=ca8621]If I call you PJ, you can call me Archie,[/color]” He offered even a less formal sense of his name. Archie was rarely used to refer to the man and the only person he knew that would call him that currently was his little sister. That reminded him he needed to call his sister around six, he usually called around then. 

“[color=ca8621]I will try my best to learn a dance from you but I do not know if you can have the patience for a clumsy man like me,[/color]” Archer honestly believed this as he rubbed the back of his neck, thinking about the last time he danced. Dancing was something he was never naturally good at. Horrible. The comments about stepping on toes and feet rang in his mind. He always seemed to do that or freeze as he tried to figure out what he was supposed to do next. Instead of allowing the motions to flow. He would become choppy. 

Laughing Nixie nodded.[color=#FF0000] "PJ is fine and I like Archie. If Betta Girl comes out of your mouth then you'll get Man Buns from me."[/color] She wiggled her eyebrows outrageously and laughed harder.[color=#FF0000] "Sorry I needed a good laugh. Don't worry about my patience. I have a serious amount of it. They have classes at the Tavern on Thursdays."[/color] She looked thoughtful.[color=#FF0000] "We could use a few more victims,"[/color] Nixie playfully covered her mouth in mock shock.[color=#FF0000] "Omph partners."[/color]

Hearing the other laugh only caused his smile to grow brighter and he couldn’t help a laugh coming out from the comment of [i]man buns[/i] as he never heard that one before. “[color=ca8621]Why man buns?[/color]” he had no idea why that would be what she would pick to call him. Was it his hair length? He could see that. This individual was quite pleasant to be around. 

“[color=ca8621]Victims on Thursday?[/color]” He seemed to lean into the comment about victims instead of partners after she corrected herself and his smile had a hint of mischievous intent to it. “[color=ca8621]I might have to stop by and be victimized on a Thursday by the sounds of it. Sadly, I cannot promise anything because of my sixty hour work weeks,[/color]” Archer was constantly working and always had something on his plate or he was being called into the ER for one reason or another. It was hard to make plans that were not on his days off and even then… there was the possibility of those plans changing. The medical staff in Sanctuary was grossly understaffed. 

Throwing another ball, he got another fish and it was a beta. In another little carrying container. “[color=ca8621]Now I have two…[/color]” He handed the beta over to PJ without hesitation and as a child passed while hanging onto their mother’s hand, he offered the goldfish. The child looked ecstatic to have a fish and the mom looked almost startled then defeated as she continued past and he gave a smile that showed he was saying sorry. 

One last ball, holding it out to the woman, “[color=ca8621]Come on. You have to throw the last one,[/color]” He tried encouraging her to do it. 

Raising an eyebrow at the ball he was holding, Nixie - newly christened PJ - made a mock defeated sigh.[color=#FF0000] "I suppose it's only fair."[/color] 

Taking the ping pong ball PJ tossed it a couple of times. Narrowing her eyes she pointed to a gold cup on the far side of the set up.[color=#FF0000] "The gold one top tier on the right. Watch there."[/color]

Bouncing the ball twice PJ concentrated on hearing the ball make the distinct sharp staccato tap. It was cheap quality but that was fine and she flicked her wrist to bounce the ball. It came up to chest height and she swatted it. The arch of the ball seemed to slow time to PJ as she watched it. It landed in but only after it ran the rim to release the excess energy. Smirking, she looked back at Archie.[color=#FF0000] "Never said I couldn't [i]hit[/i] a ball."[/color]

Archer placed his hands on his hips while watching where the woman wanted him to. That golden cup. With the different technique coming from PJ, he was surprised that the ball went into the cup and he chuckled, “[color=ca8621]That is true. It looks like you got yourself another fish,[/color]” The man teased while gesturing over to the ball being in the cup. “[color=ca8621]Does that mean you pick the kind if you get it in the golden cup?[/color]” He was curious. 

PJ shrugged, having no idea since she normally avoided these games.[color=#FF0000] "I don't know. I normally avoid games like this."[/color] The man running the game harrumphed and handed over a business card that had on the back a voucher for a pet store in town. PJ looked confused.

"You can go in and get a pet of your choice and they'll take off the adoption fee." The older man flipped over the gold cup so that no one else could land a ball in it.

PJ blinked. Jethro would never let her have another pet. Jealous little shit that he was. He barely tolerated Tommy and his horse. Then a light bulb went off. Tommy had always wanted a dog. She'd gift the voucher to her best friend.[color=#FF0000] "Okay that's pretty cool! What do ya say Archie I think we've done enough damage here; shall we move on? I kinda want a funnel cake."[/color]

That was pretty cool! At least he did not get the golden cup or he would have to find someone to give it to. He really did not need animals. “[color=ca8621]Funnel cake?[/color]” Was she talking about the famous funnel cake everyone has been talking about for the past couple weeks. Something he was excited to try out. “[color=ca8621]Let’s move on, funnel cake sounds delicious and everyone keeps talking about it,[/color]” Archer brought out a little pamphlet of where all the stands were supposed to be for the festival. It was a single piece of paper with some coloring and symbols. They were not that far away from it either. 
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