Jack Hudson
Location: The Rec Center (Building 7)
"You have way too much faith in me, solovey," Jack chuckled, as Tatiana reassured him he'd do just fine at the dance. He was more in agreement with Meg--Froggy was likely going to need to take a look at Tatiana's feet after they finished. While some might have assumed that Jack was just
pretending to be awful at dancing, due to his goofy nature, he really was truly terrible. Describing his skills as 'beginner level' would be a huge exaggeration.
"Thanks," Jack said, as he took the plate from Tatiana, expertly holding the alcohol gifts and Tatiana's gift in his hands, armpit, and essentially any surface possible. The bottles were held together in one hand, with Tatiana's gift hooked onto his fingers. In the other hand, he held the plate of food. It was a bit of a balancing act, to say the least.
"How 'bout ovah with James and all?" Jack suggested, since they hadn't gotten a chance to talk with their favorite redneck just yet. If his hands hadn't been so full, he would've waited a moment for Tatiana to make a counter suggestion, but as it was, he barely made it over to James' table without dropping everything.
"Mind if we join you all?" Jack asked, hastily setting down his things for a moment. He
really didn't want to drop the alcohol bottles and break them. He smiled awkwardly at James, Ms. Sally, and Lyon, before smiling even more widely as he looked back at Tatiana again.
Beatrice Decker
Location: The Rec Center (Building 7)
Beatrice's mind was in two--perhaps even three--places at once. On one hand, she was listening to the conversation between Niesha, Tiffany, and Ray. It conjured up images of Tiffany forcing her to be a bridesmaid, with her face forced into a permanent and disgusting grin the entire time, as she celebrated a ceremony she didn't believe in. However, Beatrice did find it a bit amusing that Niesha went straight out and asked--that easily could've triggered the end of a relationship, in her experience. If either Tiffany or Ray hadn't been thinking marriage, and the other had, that would've been it.
On another level, of course, Beatrice was paying attention to her conversation with Kris. It was fairly surface level--
how are you doing? what are you doing later? what's your social security number? She did try her very best to be polite and attentive, but Beatrice had a resting bitch face that never seemed to come off.
"Likely going to go home and sleep," Beatrice replied with a shrug.
"Not much else to do, really." It'd be too dark, after all, for her to go on a run or wander around Newnan.
But on the third and final level, Beatrice's mind was on the food. She hadn't gotten herself a plate to eat yet, and with the newlyweds getting themselves some grub, she figured she'd waited long enough.
"Be right back," Beatrice nodded at Kris, before getting up from her seat, and heading over to the buffet table. Her stomach growled, as if giving its official approval for her course of action.
Chloyan
Location: The Medical Garden
Ryan looked over towards Chloe and then back down at the key, he really wanted to go in there get what he needed and just numb himself. At that point it wouldn't matter if Ash put a bullet through his skull or not, he wouldn't care. Granted right then he really didn't care either but looking back up at Chloe he grumbled and flopped down in the snow on his rear-end and balled up the key in his palm.
"I swear some days you are a fuckin' witch. Get me to do what you want and I don't even get a tumble every now and then," he said looking at the snow and shoving the key into his pocket.
"But I'm not giving ya the key. I do that Ash will shoot me..." Chloe closed her eyes for a moment, trying to control her temper as best as she could. Ryan was clearly in pain, feeling a bunch of emotions--more bad than good--all at once. But he was complaining that she wouldn't sleep with him? Had he been anyone else, she likely would've punched him and been done with him.
"Ryan. I want to be your friend--not your fuck buddy," Chloe said, trying to be calm but it was clear there was an edge to her voice.
"If this is all about sex for you..." her voice trailed off, as she clenched and unclenched her hands. There was something she was holding back, but she shook her head, unable to voice it.
"I'm not doing that again for anyone, okay? I don't want to be a glorified whore." Ryan couldn't help but chuckle as he looked over to her. Taking a long deep breath he sighed and gave her a crooked smile with a slight roll to his eyes.
"Girl you totally missed what I was sayin' with that." Standing up he dusted his backside off to get rid of the snow before placing his hands on her shoulders and locking eyes with her.
"If it was about the sex I would have moved on to someone I actually had a chance bedding. What I meant was that you've bewitched me, sex doesn't matter. I care about you even know I'll never get to first base," he said with that Irish twinkle in his eye. Placing a hooked finger under her chin he leaned in and kissed her forehead.
"Who knows, I might become a priest, I'm already celibate because of you," he said with a smirk before tapping her nose with the tip of his finger.
His words took Chloe aback for a moment, having been long aware of Ryan's efforts to woo her. She had always assumed that the man was holding out hope that one day, she'd no longer be the way she was, and that she'd return his affections. A mixture of confusion and relief was on her face, as he kissed her forehead, and then booped her on the nose.
"You'd be a shit priest, Father O'Reily. Plus, paganism is where it's at--those fuckers got to go on nature walks." But she paused for a moment, looking directly at him.
"Promise me if some chick gets here that you're into, you'll pursue her, okay? I don't want you to be celibate because of me." "Yeah, well we'll see about that lass. Rather be celibate and happy than screwed in two ways," he said with a smirk. Ryan didn't like the idea of going after someone else. He knew he didn't stand a chance in hell with Chloe but hearts were weird things and he had one hell of an attachment with Chloe. He knew he'd make a shit priest but that was only a joke. He kind of felt like one of those bed time stories where the knight falls in love with a queen and can never have her. It was stupid he knew but hey, the heart wanted what the heart wanted. HE figured in some strange way this was punishment for the shit he had done.
Chloe rolled her eyes, but she was smiling all the same. Ryan was about as stubborn as they came, and while she didn't want him to be hung up on her for the rest of his life, there wasn't much she could do about it. The heart wants what the heart wants. If their friendship made him happy, so be it.
"You're one weird ass person, Ryan," Chloe chuckled. She meant it as a compliment. She'd never met someone before quite like him.
"Oh like ya'd have it any other way," he said with a slight smile before shoving his hands into his pockets.
"Listen, why don't ya go back to the party and eat. I'm gonna take a walk. Clear me head." "Just don't come home high," Chloe requested, only half trusting Ryan not to turn around, head into the medical garden, and take his pick of the items found there. But all the same, if he really wanted to get high, Chloe figured he'd find a way to do it. Wrapping her shrug a little tighter around herself, in order to keep the chill at bay, Chloe turned and headed down Gilbert Street.
Gavi
Location: West of Newnan
"Yeah yeah, quit yer bitchin'. Slayin takes time. Mental preparation! Gotta be sharp as a tact," Gavin said as he tapped the side of his head before looking down at the snow and spinning around a few times as he looked at the tracks. Ravi merely snorted in reply, shaking his head. He knew very well that Gavin was more of doing sort of fellow, rather than the thinking type. Action speaks louder than words and all.
"You're about as sharp as rubber sometimes, mate." "And you've got the direction sense of a drunken Columbus most of the time. We'd be lookin' fer Peachtree City and you's land us in Vegas," Gavin said with a laugh before turning around again and looking down the road. Clearing his throat he pointed north east and gave his worst British Accent impersonation.
"This way mate! Tally ho!" he exclaimed before he started walking again.
"Vegas could be fun!" Ravi protested. He clutched his ears at Gavin's accent, as if they were bleeding from its horribleness.
"I'll make a proper Brit out of you yet, mate," Ravi said, shaking his head.
"Now, the first lesson--everything is made right and proper with a good cuppa tea." Unfortunately, on the snowy roads in Georgia, there wasn't a kettle in sight.
"And since there's no tea to be found, we say bollocks." Gavin stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly. His face turning very serious, which was really damn rare and odd for Gavin. Rubbing his chin a bit, he scratched at his facial hair before shaking his head and letting out a long breath.
"I only gonna says this once. Tea is only served one way here in the Great United States: made in the sun, sweet as syrup, and over ice," Gavin said in the most serious voice he had probably ever had with Ravi.
Ravi's eyes narrowed, as his national pride was put on the line. Had this been an animated cartoon, traditional British symbols--the Queen, Big Ben, Red Telephone Booths, the Union Jack, Crumpets...--would have been floating around his head. Every moment that Ravi had felt down, a steaming hot cup of tea did the trick. Every celebration, every birthday, ever party included it. And for Gavin to protest against it, to instead advocate for the sweet and cold monstrosity that Americans referred to as
tea?! Well...
"You know, that's perhaps the one good thing about your country," Ravi mused.
"Iced tea is terribly hard to find in Europe." Gavin smirked.
"That's cause y'all ain't got class," he said with a chuckle before he started walking down the street again. He wasn't sure what was down the road but there was no turning back at this point in his mind.
Ravi stopped in his tracks, and almost identical to how Gavin had fallen to the ground laughing earlier, clutched his stomach as he tried to keep the laughter at bay.
"Americans...with class? Ravi asked, as if that had been the funniest thing he ever heard. The entire time, he had a shit-eating grin on his face, as he
knew that Americans weren't that bad--but hey, it got Gavin a bit worked up, and the Texan's patriotic rants were always fun to listen to.
"You don't even have that great an accent, mate." "Oh I got class man, class coming out the wazoo!" Gavin said shaking his rear-end and smirking. He knew that Ravi was trying to bait him and he was about to give him his usual speech but hey, the road was bending and as it did Gavin stopped in his tracks. Off in the distance looked to be a building, it was still a while off but they were on a road now and a building meant shelter.
"Ha! See I told ya I knews where wes were goin'! Never doubt a Ranger man, I's always get us to where's we be goin'," he laughed.
Squinting ever so slightly to try to get a better glimpse of the building, Ravi wasn't able to make out any identifiable features--certainly no "Welcome to Peachtree City" sign or anything to prove Gavin as correct. And while he would have loved to bait the man even more about it, the cold in his bones had long since set in, and the prospect of shelter was incredibly welcome to the Brit.
"If that's Peachtree City, then my confidence in you will have only risen," Ravi explained.
"Let's just hope no one there wants to kill us, for now." "Hey hey now. I never done said I was takin' ya to Peachtree City. I was following the sound earlier. I'ms lookin' fer a place to drop yer ass off whiles I goes and deals with those fuck wads," Gavin said, a hint of seriousness to his voice as he kept walking. Gavin jumped the gun a lot but if he had a chance to ditch Ravi before hand he was. Whoever these people were, well the weren't nice and Ravi was just too damn nice. They'd end up killing him, and probably because Ravi would refuse to kill them. He wasn't about to put his heterolife mate in the cross fire if he could help it.
"I suppose this is what it feels like to be a housewife," Ravi mused, though he didn't protest all too much. He knew that he'd ultimately only slow Gavin down. Every time he was in a situation that required him to kill, he just couldn't do it. He saw his dead best friend in every walker. He saw his failure to save Liv from her fate behind every dead and unseeing eye. And even when there wasn't a single walker in sight, when Gavin kept him holed away, he still saw Liv's limp body in his dreams--in his nightmares.
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