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“Gracias, Padre.” Callie thanked the pastor as he welcomed her in. It’d been years since she had been into a church let alone an iglesia. She’d struggled with the mind set she was raised in where church was this all important place for people of God, but as she got older she was taught that it was for people of God, sure, as long as they didn’t check certain boxes. Which she did. She was bisexual. She still had hard time separating God from the people who claim to be of Him yet spewed hate with all they had. 

So, here she was. Spending time in the closest iglesia she could find. She always found herself closest to Him in a Spanish iglesia. It was where she first found Him. She sat in the pews just contemplating everything. This holiday would be the first one she wasn’t spending at him with her father and sister. After she finished, she lit a candle to finish her prayer. She wished she had brought a tissue with her. God, she was such a mess. 

Leaving the church she started her way back to the parking lot where her car was. She rubbed her eyes. It’s not like her father would miss her that much. Miss criticizing her choices in life maybe. As she cleared her eyes she nearly ran into someone. “Ay dios! I’m so sorry. Clearly tonight is not my night.”

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sgtaandrews​:

Archie sighed when Callie told him that he knew the alcohol wouldn’t help. The whole you’re better than this mantra was something he knew would come up eventually, but he didn’t want to hear it now. He rolled his eyes when she told him that she didn’t even care if he went to her supervisor. Clearly the chief surgeon would take her side over his, he didn’t have a chance in the situation. Threatening to take away the refills on his painkillers made the entire situation worse. He was sure he could tough out the pain without them, but they helped him feel numb when he wasn’t out and about. It helped him function during the day when he was bored and had nothing else going for him. If she took those away, he’d have nothing. 

“Alright, fine. I’ll stop.” He stated gruffly as he shoved the glass off the counter top. It slid onto the floor and shattered into multiple pieces. “I’ll see you for the next post op appointment, Dr. Torres! Thanks for ruining my night.” He grabbed his crutches and started maneuvering on the stool. He was clearly drunk and didn’t have his wit about him. Getting off the stool would have been difficult without the injury, but now he was realizing he wasn’t going to be able to get himself out of this situation. 

As Archie got off the stool, the crutch caught the larger part of the broken glass, and down he went with the crutches.  One of his arms landed in the broken glass and he got cut up there as well. “Fuck!” He mumbled to himself as the blood fell from his arm, he tried his best to get off the ground, but it was difficult with a cast and a single leg and now busted arm. 

Callie would be lying if she said she didn’t get jumped at the red head’s sudden burst of emotion. Not that she felt threatened by any means, but she didn’t expect the escalation to go from zero to one hundred so quickly. As soon as she heard the glass shatter on the ground she shot up to a standing position. “You really think that was necessary, Archie?” She asked, not really expecting an answer.

“Archie!” When the serviceman went down all other opinions and thoughts went right out the window - all the surgeon was focused on was ensuring he was okay. She immediately went down to his side and accessed the situation of his arm. She saw his arm all cut up. She wrap an arm around his waist and hooked her other arm under the under arm of his uninjured arm, stabilizing him on his feet. “Are you able to situate yourself on your own? If so I can go get my first aid kit in my car.” She asked completely focused on the task at hand.

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x-likeabobcat-x​:

“Never apologise for being outspoken. Women should be more so….” she mused, sipping at her sangria with a knowledgeable smile. She was all for empowering her own gender. She recognised Callie, with her own 11 year old she’d had her fair amount of trips to A&E but she couldn’t place which department specifically. But Haley always admired service people. It took a lot of guts, a lot of confidence and a stomach of steel. She didn’t think she’d ever be able to reach that level in her life. 

“Yes, I teach. And despite my previous whine, I absolutely love it. I teach mainly twelfth grade but I also run AP sessions and extra tutoring on the side. I think I’m the only person in town who’s been at that school since teen years to nearly thirty. Is that sad?” she asked with a laugh. 

“Now that’s something I couldn’t do. Teach at the same school that I went to. Having the teachers there who taught you still see you as that same high school kid.” Callie shook her head. She really couldn’t fathom the thought. She was glad to leave her high school self and her high school far, far behind her. “I wouldn’t say it was sad though, on the contrary, brave. For sicking with a place where people have already pretty much made up their minds about you and breaking through that anyway.” Callie took a sip of her drink.

“Twelfth grade.” Callie mused. “You’re basically framing  the way the next generation sees the world and themselves right before they’re cast out into society. Admirable.” Callie offered up her glass as a salute to the teacher.

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newwavepeyton​:

“Well thank you for that, it means a lot.” Peyton said with a small smile. She didn’t know if she’d be able to change the world with music in Andromeda, but it was nice to see the locals appreciating the label and the shows she put together out there. “That’s awesome, so you’re music scene adjacent then.” She chuckled lightly. “Thank you, I like what I’m doing too, if I’m being honest. I’m really just trying to build a community and get people listening to independent artists.” She locked eyes with the other woman and found her cheeks flushing. It had been a while since she’d been asked out and truthfully, she spent all her spare time hung up on Lucas that she hadn’t really considered anyone else. Peyton could never really put a finger on her sexuality. She typically gravitated towards men, but that didn’t mean women were completely off the table. Callie seemed nice and it was just drinks, what could go wrong? “Oh man, you’re taking me away from the thing I am most passionate about. Then again, drinks are always worth it.” Peyton chuckled lightly. “I’m in.” 

“Independent artists are what start music all together! So of course we should support them. Most definitely.” Callie could help the large grin that spread on her face at the other woman agreeing to go get the drink with her. It wasn’t like it meant anything or was going to lead anywhere. But it was something.

“Drinks are always worth it - I agree!” Callie said as she lead the pair back to the drink booth. “So, what will it be?” Callie asked the blonde when they got to the front of the booth. “It’s on me.”

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Callie had had a long shift. She was on twenty-six hours and then her on-call time had been the day and a half hour. Just her luck there was a fatal car crash on the highway so she was called in just a few hours after leaving from her scheduled shift. All in all, she had been at the hospital the past four days in a row - only eleven of them sleeping. To say the least she was exhausted and excited that her boss, Richard, let her have a four day weekend given the circumstances that had happened. 

Instead of going straight home, Callie chose to take a quiet walk in the park right across from Pearla Vista. If nothing more, she hoped this would just ease her into “out of hospital” mode and let her fully relax on her days off. She found a spot that looked lush and green and just over all comfortable. She laid down and found herself falling asleep. She chose not the fight it. 

Some time later she was woken by somebody’s voice. “Huh? Uh- no I’m fine. Who are you?” She rubbed her eyes to get a better look.

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newwavepeyton​:

Peyton shook her head. “Wow, I couldn’t even imagine..” She said with a sigh. She truly couldn’t imagine how hectic it was to be a doctor, how did they find time for themselves? “Nice to meet you too, Callie. I am Peyton from Red Bedroom Records.” She said with a chuckle. “I didn’t realize I was making a name for myself out there.” 

Callie smirked at the blonde. “You’re a spit fire. Your hard work deserves the pay off of your name being known - both your label and yours as the owner. I know a couple of people who like supporting the local music scene, mainly my head of surgery, which is why I know your name specifically. But I have seen a few of your flyers. I love what you’re doing.” Callie finished off her drink, looking into the empty cup contemplating her options for a few seconds before jumping off the cliff and doing it. She looked from her cup to the other woman. “Can I tear you away from the music scene for a few to get a drink with me? On me of course.” Callie sent her a shy smile. She was always nervous making the first move with women - her gaydar never really developed.

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sgtaandrews​:

“You said it, not me. You’re my doctor, so you don’t have to talk to me outside of the hospital if you don’t want to.“ Archie stated simply. He couldn’t believe she’d taken his drink away, he deserved it, at least he thought he did. After everything hed been through the last few months, it was something that had helped calm his nerves.

His patience wore thin on most days, but afger she took his drink, Archie just about had enough. “Does it look like I give a damn about repercussions? You of all people should know what happened to me…” Archie’s voice trailed off. “It helps. And judging by the way you stole my drink, it helps you too. I’m not going to your superior to tell them you let me drink. It’s my choice, so you should get out of my way and let me have that choice.”

“I don’t have to, no, but I’m sure as hell not going to let a good man like you, Archie, drink himself to a place he can’t come back from. You’re smart. You know this isn’t going to help you in the long run.” Callie took a breath. Men. This is why she preferred women. 

“I don’t care if you give a damn or not, I will give a damn enough for the both of us. Your service is admirable. Don’t let your legacy be anything but.” She thanked the waitress after she brought three more Jack and Cokes to the table. Callie took another one down in one go, coughing after swallowing it back. “I don’t give a damn about you going to my superior about anything. As doctors we can’t prevent you from do anything, all we can do is warn you.” The Latina shrugged. 

“You can have all of the choices you want.” Callie shoved the drink menu in Archie’s direction.”Just know I won’t be prescribing you anymore refills if you do.” She held her ground with a cross of her arms. She’d had many a bone-headed patient; she could deal with Archie Andrews.

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“I feel that.” Callie agreed with the blonde. “Working 28 hours shifts and an on call time of 30 hours a week leaves no time for anything much else.” Callie looked from the guy playing the guitar back to the other woman. “I’m Callie by the way. You’re Peyton, right? The record lady?”

The sun was setting, and after another day of trying to change the world from her office, Peyton found herself at the  Sovereign Bandstand. It was her place to go and check out the street performers to see if anyone there was worthy of being signed. She craved raw talent, and it was proving to be increasingly difficult to find artists that shared the same passion as some of her favorites from the 80′s and 90′s. There was a guy strumming an acoustic guitar that had caught her ears, when she heard someone approach her. “Oh yeah, I’m always working… Even after I’m done sampling music at the office, I always have to come here and check out the locals. You never know, there could be someone who lives here who has a talent that’s ready to be shown to the rest of the world.” 

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“I hear that.” Callie commented, raising her glass, when she heard the woman to her right answer the bartender’s question. Damn was she pretty. Maybe it was her state of mind turning on the corner of inebriated, but for once Callie’s fully intact brain to mouth filter short circuited. What ever the reason may be her thought made its way out her mouth on its on accord. Calliope Torres was an out and proud bisexual, but her confidence levels definitely changed depending on the person she was around. She could talk out a man any day, but women tended to make her more nervous and quiet. Unless there was alcohol involved, apparently, if tonight was any indication.

“Sorry. I don’t tend to be outspoken like that.” The Latina cleared her throat after taking a long sip off of her mixed drink. “You teach though, I take it? What grade? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Am I excited for a new year and a fresh crop of students? How about I answer that after I finish this glass of sangria.” she trilled, taking a sip of the fruity wine drink. Seaside Sports Bar wasn’t her usual haunt, but the lingering heat of summer and the view of waves was an easy lure and with Elijah currently spending the afternoon with one of his aunts. 

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Callie was a bit taken aback from the serviceman’s attitude. Given she’d only seen and spoken to him in the professional setting of the hospital so he’d been nothing but respectful and open to her suggestions on how to go about best healing his injuries. Though she was human as well so she couldn’t help that her eyebrow rose sharply in defense. “Uh I happen to be a doctor. your doctor in fact, so-” She lowered her voice. “I know the repercussions that are more than likely to happen if you continue to ingest these.” 

She took the non occupied Jack and Coke and down it in one go. She saw one empty glass and the one he had in his hand. Given he hadn’t drank anymore he’d have nothing more than normal hangover symptoms tomorrow morning if that. “I can’t claim to know what you’re going through, Archie, and God knows that I’m better with my hands than I am talking touchy feely, but - shit that wasn’t a pick up - I can see the ethics board now.” Callie trailed off. “I just meant I’m a surgeon, not a psychiatrist, but I’m here if you need anything, Archie.” She fanned herself. It’d been a while since she last drank, but she didn’t think she’d be this much of a light weight. She lifted her hand to signal for another Jack and Coke from the waitress.

Archie found himself at The Conch. It was weird being at home all alone with his mother most of the time, so when the evenings came, he always took Uber out to the bar. Sure, the alcohol didn’t always mix well with the pain meds, but at least it helped him feel. Archie had been numb since he returned from his deployment and his injury. It was a news story, and most knew about his status and whereabouts, but he hardly talked about it. After being nearly bedridden for two weeks after his tendon and muscle repair, the news of the “captured soldier” had died down a bit more. Still, it was a bit uncomfortable for him to receive all the stares. 

He hobbled into the bar and plopped down at the counter and immediately asked for a Jack and Coke. After finishing the first one off rather quickly, he asked for two more before taking the environment in. He felt his defensive side coming out when he thought someone was asking him why he was drinking. “Because it’s a free country. Why wouldn’t I want a drink at the bar? What’s it to you anyway?” He responded simply.

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Callie Torres Bio

Full Name: Calliope “Callie” Iphegenia Torres Age: 31 DOB: September 10th (Virgo) Residency: Andromeda, California Birthplace:  Boca Raton, Florida Occupation: Senior Ortho Resident Sexuality: Bisexual Martial Status: Single/Divorced Height: 5′9″ Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Brown

Callie was born to a Honduran diplomatic business man father. Her mother died when she was really young. So young in fact that she has to go off of memories of others and picture to trigger ones of her own. She likes to think the fact that she didn’t have a mother or feminine figure in her life really for her not being that into girly things or “woman-y”. Her older sister, Aria, is the total opposite. She considers herself a total freak at heart.

Growing up, Callie didn’t want for nothing. She was monetarily privileged. She’d never deny that fact. She was home-schooled with a private tutor from kindergarten through seventh grade and then she went to an all girls private boarding school. It was there where she discovered her love for women. A fact that her sheltered self completely hadn’t expected and kept hidden and separate from her “home” life and especially her dad. At home with her father she would get on her knees at the alter at church, at school she’d get on her knees for a whole different reason. 

After having enough of her father’s smothering nature she applied for a university on the complete opposite end of the country and took a year leave of absence to join the Peace Corp. Through them she was stationed in Botswana and there in between building houses, she was kind of shuffled in to being second hand to a volunteering doctor. Through him she gained a love of medicine and helping people less fortunate than her. She changed her major as soon as she returned from Botswana.

After receiving her undergrad and masters in under five years she turned to an online doctorate program and wanted to start working - start helping people. She chose Andromeda because it was on the water, like her home town, she’d been there a couple of times as a kid for vacation and loved the vibes it gave off.