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Peering through the sea of strangers, Jackson watched as Calliope weaved carefully between the crowd, losing sight of her every few seconds but keeping his focus on her, and watching as she snuck her way upstairs. Keeping to himself and sitting silently at the edge of the room, his gaze casually pulled through the people, not wanting to bring much attention to himself or what he had just witnessed— or whom. He brought his focus to Elenora only long enough to tell that her overbearing eye on her daughter had swayed, leaving time for Calliope to evacuate without any notice. Using this moment of distraction, Jackson got to his feet and pressed his way to the staircase, peeking back one last time before making his way up the stairs.

He had kept a safe distance from the girl throughout the day, if not out of respect for her mother; knowing very well how little she cared for him as Callie’s friend, then for the fact that Jackson hadn’t spotted a single tear escape his friend that day. Somehow he assumed her mother was responsible for the vacant and emotionless eyes, the stony look Calliope had written all over her face. And while he might not mean to dismantle the girl’s feigned composure, he couldn’t help but feel as though he easily could, given only a few minutes with her.

Stepping into the room, hesitated at the door; feeling both uneasy, having always known the room to be occupied by Emiliano, and by the sight of Callie removing evidence of her tears. “Sorry,” he murmured. He simply wanted to hold her, knowing not much could be done to ease her distress. Shaking his head slightly at her words, he was unwilling to hear whatever excuse the girl was about to give him for needing to show any level of sorrow, having lost her only brother. Only pulling his gaze back long enough to quietly close the door behind him, he lowered his voice to a whisper. “You don’t have to explain anything to me, Calliope…” he insisted, wanting to go on to insist that she could cry if she needed to, while they were alone. However, as she continued, his gaze shifted to the bottle resting on the bed. “I—” trailing off, Jackson didn’t have the heart to refuse Calliope of anything she needed to distract her from herself. He swallowed hard, his hesitation only lasting a brief instant. “Of course I will.”

at the sound of his voice, calliope looked up from where her averted gaze had immediately went afraid the person who had joined her, had been her mother to scold her for running off. there was a fleeting sense of relief, that it was him, but his apology, made her recall what he had to be sorry for her and brought her back to down to earth. the whole day, she never knew what to say to people, when they said, ‘i’m sorry’, was a thank you appropriate, was she thanking them for acknowledging that her brother was dead. she didn’t know, and she didn’t want to acknowledge that anymore. 

her attention fell to the bottle that rested on the bed, she had never drank before, but she had seen it in movies, where people drink and they laugh and forget their sorrows, she only assumed it’d be safe for this special occasion as everyone called it. 

her eyes going to his once more as he spoke her name, but no words could come out, she couldn’t talk about it, she didn’t know what to say, how could she put into words the way she was feeling, gently making her way to the bed, taking a seat beside the bottle, “he only used to let me sleep in here with him, if i had a bad dream” she spoke after a moment, “though that was when he had woody sheets” a sad smile on her lips, to how much time had elapsed, and to now how empty his room was, her fingers dancing lightly on the neck of the bottle, “have you ever tried this stuff before?” she asked, peering up at him through her eyelashes, awaiting his answer, her mind going to all the things she hadn’t done before, and the things emiliano would never get to do, her heart sinking with sadness with every fleeting moment, though it felt like no time had moved at all. 

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Her words caused a small flutter in Benny’s chest, and he had to remind himself that he had to keep himself under control. It was true that in the three years that had passed since the pair had broken up, him to go on tour, and her to go to college, the boy had never once stopped loving her, nor had he ever considered the possibility that they might not be together again someday. In his mind, their breakup was only temporary, and when she’d asked him to move in with her after he’d told her he was moving to New York, them being together again was exactly what he’d expected to happen; but when he’d walked into the place for the first time to see her making out with her boyfriend Clark on the couch, all of his hopes and dreams had come crashing down around him pretty quick as reality set in. He now had no choice but to continuously remind himself that everything he’d been expecting was not going to happen; she’d moved on, and he needed to do the same. He did as he was instructed as she handed him the glasses of wine, laughing a bit at her words and shrugging his shoulders. “Orrrr if it’s bad, we can just eat ramen”   He said with a cheeky grin as he set the wine down on the table took a seat. Once she put the plate down in front of him, he couldn’t deny that it smelled like it was going to be a million times better than ramen, and he grinned at her words. “Bon appetit indeed.” He replied with a playful wiggle of his brow and a laugh.  

scrunching her nose at him, as he continued to tease her about the ramen, “ramen boy” she remarked, matching his cheekiness, “please tell me in the past three years, you learned how to cook something other than ramen” a chuckle easily escaping her lips as she took the seat across from him once his plate was placed, her mind immediately going to their ramen dinner nights, and though she was giving him flack for it now, how she cherished those nights with him, especially since at the time, the most she could do was make cereal. a warm smile cascading itself on her features, as she looked upon him before the food before her, “my first attempt at chicken parm” olivia had taken a cooking class with some girlfriends, and ever since then, you can occasionally find the girl in the kitchen whipping up something, most of the time, it came out pretty decent, other times..not so much. pulling the wine glass to her lips as she took a sip, before cutting into the chicken, making sure it was done, “clark refuses to eat anything i cook” she admits casually as she takes a bite, “i mean, i did give him food poisoning, but oysters are tricky to cook” chuckling sheepishly at her own defeats of cooking, “so sorry in advance, just know i meant no harm”   casting her eyes over to him, her chest felt heavy with the millions of other things she wanted to say, but instead she said, “so how was the studio?” 

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James wasn’t entirely sure what he should expect in regards to her possible reaction to his story, but the last thing he ever would have expected was what actually ended up happening; her believing him completely. When she assured him that she did, in fact, believe him, he actually stopped in his tracks for a minute, letting out a small laugh of disbelief. “I’m…I’m sorry, did you just say that you believe me?” He asked, although he knew full well that was exactly what she’d said. His eyes fell on her features with a new curiosity living inside of them, before he continued in his tracks, laughing a bit again as he shrugged. “I assure you that it’s the truth but… I never would have expected you to believe me. No one ever does; not until they’ve been given some sort of proof.” He explained with a nod. “Anyways, to your earlier comment, it can be pretty lonely yeah. I have friends who are a part of my cause, but we can’t meet too often because they’re busy individuals themselves. And then I have “friends” from my “new life”, but I can’t really tell them that much about myself, not just because they’d never believe me, but also because if they did believe me, who knows who they’d go telling; and I don’t want to draw attention to myself. So my friendships with those people aren’t real, because they’re built on lies.” He shook his head before continuing on. “And trying to navigate day to day life having to be wary of every person you meet? Well, let’s just say it doesn’t exactly make dating life easy. Heh, in fact I’m uh, I’m just on my way to go on a blind date now actually. A friend from work set it up for me. I’m not…totally sold on the idea?” He admitted with a small chuckle and a shrug. “I mean, how do you go on a date with someone, start off by telling them a whole bunch of lies about yourself, and expect it to be meaningful or go anywhere? But I figured, what more do I really have to lose?” James really wasn’t sure why so much information had just come flooding from his mouth, but he couldn’t help but trust the young woman. His intuition and instincts with these sorts of things was quite well honed by this point, and his warning flags weren’t going off, at any rate. Raising his eyes to look at the restaurant she’d indicated, he raised his eyebrows. “That’s…weird…..That’s the same restaurant where I’m supposed to be meeting my date.” He said with a nod and a bit of a chuckle. “Small world I guess huh?”

tiffany was naturally a very trusting person, but growing up in a small town in the country, how else would a former southern belle act? she just always sees the good in people, and many times, this very trait of hers seemed to keep in her trouble, welcoming her current loner state. shrugging her shoulders gently, “why would a stranger lie to another stranger? i’ve probably confessed more things to strangers than people i know” she admitted, reflecting briefly on her past, and her past breakdowns or revelations she had among strangers,  “you can only tell so many lies before the truth comes out anyways” something she believed deeply, but she also believed in honesty, and blindly believed people were always upfront and honest with her, why she entered journalism, the words people say mean everything, for it’s the words that aren’t said that say everything. “okay, what kind of proof do you have then?” she quipped jokingly, her featured warm smile present on her features, “some secrets are best kept secret” she reinforced, god only knows she had a past, something about herself that she didn’t want anyone to know, she understood on some level what he was going through, but of course, nothing like the stranger before her. “what? girls don’t love the mysterious guy who can’t form a bond?” she teased lightly, “because that’s all i attract” subtly taking a dig at all of her exes, and her current state of single, the most single she’s been since she was about fourteen.“don’t you just hate blind dates?” she inquired, letting out a laugh, “i always get stuck as third wheel to the guy and his ego” her tone joking, but she was being completely honest, “i’m only going now to get my friends off my back,  they’re convinced i’m turning into a cat lady without the cats, which doesn’t make any sense because i have dog” rolling her eyes fondly at her friends, they mean well, the dates just usually aren’t. on her little tangent of blind dates, she failed to realize, the coincidence in them both having blind dates at the same restaurant, “do you believe in fate?” she asked abruptly, a stroke of genius coating her features, as all the little dots connected, “i’m sorry, what did you say your name was again?” 

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Benny was tired from a long day in the studio. It was a bit of a struggle to record songs that gave the campfire vibe without the help of an actual campfire itself, and making it work took a lot of different takes. It was rewarding once he finally got it just how he wanted it to sound, but it was also pretty exhausting. He was fully prepared to head into his new apartment, make some instant noodles, throw on some Netflix and pass out; so he was more than a little surprised when he entered the space to find Olivia had cooked dinner for the pair of them. Although he could hear the teasing tone in her words, his stomach gave a small somersault anyways when she called him honey, whilst his eyes fell on her features. God, why did she have to look so good? Why did she have to go putting the idea of the two of them being married into his head, even jokingly? It was an idea that the young male had been dwelling on himself since he was fourteen years old, one that had seemed like a real possibility when they were eighteen and in love, but also one that was now impossible, thanks to the fact that she had a boyfriend; something that Benny had been unaware of when he’d agreed to move in to the Manhattan apartment with her. Still, her smile was impossible resist returning for him, and although he was anguished on the inside, he did a good job of maintaining face, even managing to retort playfully with “Hello dear. You would not believe the day at the office that I had.” Nodding his head as she explained what she’d done, he took the glass of wine, and sipped from it, before shaking his head a bit. “You know you didn’t have to do any of this?” He said with a bit of a chuckle and a small shrug of his shoulders. “I would have been totally fine just eating my ramen and watching Netflix like I was planning. I wasn’t even expecting you’d be home.”

the moment her eyes laid on him, it was like she was sixteen again, mesmerized by the very being of benny. her first reaction to seeing him will always be to greet him with a kiss like she used to do once upon a time. as he played along, she couldn’t help but think how easily all of this could’ve been true. them married, living in an apartment in new york, it was the dream but they were kids then, and so much had changed, like the fact that she was with someone else. her smile only widening at him, “this is why we always keep wine, sweetheart” she continued with a chuckle, “benny, it’s our first official night together, of course i did” she replied genuinely, “ramen? really benny?” shaking her head at him with a small laugh, “this is new york, we’re all about take out” teasing him once more, shrugging her shoulders at his last statement, “oh well, i got out of class early, and clark is working late so, who else gets my undivided attention if not the roommate?” taking a sip of her wine now, the timer going off on the oven. “dinner is ready!” she enthused, setting her glass down, taking out the chicken, “okay, so if it’s bad, we order pizza” olivia said aloud, as she began fixing the plates, “i’ll fix the plates, if you escort the wine to the table” she instructed shortly before bringing the plates to the small dining table, placing one in front of him and herself, “bon appetit” 

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it was their first night together, allt he boxes had been unpacked, and everything was finally settled. olivia got out of class early and decided to pick up dinner for the two of them, she spent the whole evening cooking, awaiting benny’s arrival. olivia isn’t typically a cook, but she found a recipe on pinterest, and once she set her mind to something, olivia did it. cooking with a glass of wine, she heard the door open, smiling as she waited for his face to come into view, “welcome home, honey” she greeted in a teasing manner, “you’d be pleased to know, i cooked and didn’t burn the apartment down, and i’ve only had a glass of wine” pouring him a glass, “we’re just waiting on the chicken” 

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“What do I say? To you asking me out as a means to try and get rid of me through reverse psychology?” Pausing, he shrugged his shoulders a bit. “I’ll take a date with you however I can get it. Whether it’s really just to try and get rid of me in the end or not.” He admitted with a small chuckle and a nod of his head. He still couldn’t really tell if she was being for real or not, but he wasn’t about to turn down the chance to go out with her, to get to know more about her, even if there was a chance that she wasn’t seriously interested. There was one question that needed to be answered though.. “So, if this date was to happen…would I show up like this, or the way I look when I’m not flying around harnessing cosmic energy that originated six galaxies away?” He asked with a slightly exaggerated quirk of his brow and a smirk. 

there was something about his persistent that she found amusing, almost intriguing, perhaps that’s what prompted her to ask him out, well that and she was curious, curious to who he was. a small laugh parted from her lips, “one date with me, and you’ll wish you would’ve saved the cat from the tree” olivia remarked with a smirk, “leave the superhero at home, you’ll be with me, you won’t need protection” she winked, “tomorrow night at 8?” looking around the area, “we can meet here” 

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Although surprised to hear that she was in fact heading the same way as he was, James wasn’t quite ready to accept that as meaning that she wasn’t looking for him to answer questions she had about what she’d just witnessed; and sure enough within a minute of them starting to walk, she had begun asking the very questions he had suspected she might ask, prompting him to laugh and shake his head. “Do you not realize that no matter how I answer those questions, you’re probably going to think I’m either lying or insane?” He replied with a shrug of his shoulders. “Suppose I told you the truth: That I’m the illegitimate son of a power hungry Duke from a small European country that you’ve probably never heard of. That when the Duke, my father, began to view me as a threat to his reign, he tried to have me killed, which forced me to flee the country and come here to America. That the thug who you witnessed me knocking out was almost certainly hired by my father to assassinate me. And, that while I’m here in America, I am attempting to amass the forces needed so that I can return to my home and overthrow my father. It’s the truth, but I’m certain that you aren’t going to believe me about that.” Shrugging again, he laughed, shaking his head. “But you’re also not going to believe anything less extreme, because it won’t sound legitimate. It’ll sound like I’m brushing you off, or that I’m downplaying it. You see the problem? No matter what I tell you, no answer is going to satisfy you. You won’t believe the truth, and you’ll be bored by a lie. There’s no winning here.”

per his warning, her brow furrowed lightly in confusion, it couldn’t be that far out there right? at the mention of the truth, she began to listen instinctively, but as his story continued, she found herself gaping at her counterpart, actually believing his story, and yeah it sounded far fetch but too specific to be anything else other than the truth. “i believe you” she smiled genuinely,  “sounds awful” once he finished his story, “thank you for sharing that with me” she added, thinking about what it must be like to be on the run constantly to not be able to trust anyone or anything, it was a story, but like he said, a story no one would believe, “sounds lonely” ,she prompted after a moment of silence had passed the two, her eyes flickering to him, to get a better look at him, when really she was just admiring his features briefly, before looking ahead of them, seeing the restaurant approaching them quickly, “my stop is that restaurant” 

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“Ah damn it..you caught me” Alistair said with a shrug and small laugh. It wasn’t as though he was particularly ashamed of it, and it could hardly be helped; she was beautiful and feisty, a difficult combo to try and resist for him. “Alright, alright. I get the hint. Can’t blame a guy for trying.” He was prepared to leave, and to return to his superhero duties, until she called him eyebrows, which caused his to raise before he exhaled a sigh of slight exasperation and chuckled while shaking his head. “I was prepared to let you go without bothering you. I really was.” He said, following her path through the air. “But then you just had to pull out the eyebrows comment. Now, how am I supposed to just fly away and continue with my business after you say something like that? Unless…was that all part of some plan to keep me interested? Are you employing reverse psychology on me right now?” He teased. “ Because if you are, it’s working.”

a smirk on her face as he continued to follow, her first instinct was to tell him to get lost, but she listened to what he had to say, mirth present on her features, as she turned around once more, “if i was using reversing psychology, i’d ask you out, but then you’d probably never leave me alone” she mused with a sly smile. “so what do you say?” she prompted, olivia had a knack for shaking men to their core, something she revelled in, and mr. superhero eyebrows would be no different, it was his own fault, he showed interest, and if breaking noses weren’t on the top of her list, certainly breaking hearts was second. 

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Her retort to his words caused Alistair to raise his eyebrows, laughing a bit. “Yeeeah, after what I just saw, I don’t find that hard to believe. At all.” He replied with a small shake of his head. He was a little taken aback by her bluntness in the words that followed, but he also couldn’t exactly blame her. She was a beautiful young woman, who probably spent her entire life having to prove to idiots just like him, maybe minus the superpowers, that she didn’t need their saving. She couldn’t be blamed for having a bit of a chip on her shoulder for that, and even if she could,, he wasn’t about to call her on it, because superpowers or not, he had a feeling she could kick his ass. “Oh believe me, if anything in this world is crystal clear to me, it’s that you’re definitely not a damsel.” He spoke, nodding his head in agreement with her words. Her prompt that he should go try to find other people to save rang true, but he couldn’t help but be intrigued by this mysterious young woman, and that intrigue caused him to put off returning to the task at hand. “Well see I would, but now my faith is shaken that anyone even needs me at all, with you running around taking out muggers left and right and all.” He joked, giving a small shrug. “Seriously, I almost pity the boys who thought it would be a good idea to pull your pigtails on the playground. Almost. I would feel bad for them, if the choice to pull your pigtails wasn’t fucking annoying and didn’t totally warrant them getting a good punch in the nose like I’m sure you gave them.”

a laugh escaped her lips, “tell me you’re not flirting with me right now” the idea itself quite humorous, not only did the guy not save the day, he was no refusing to do his job, and keeping her from her day, “well look, i’m going to go that way” pointing in the opposite direction of him, “ and you’re not going to follow me” olivia instructed with a small grin. this was generally olivia’s behavior towards guys, there was nothing a guy could give her, that she couldn’t give herself, that and because of lack of daddy, she had serious issues when it came to relationships. doing as she had just instructed beforehand, going in the direction she had said, “i better not see you on my turf, eyebrows” even inferno, they stood out, feeling like anything along the lines of his name too basic, saluting him, as she walked away. 

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Alistair was a little bit dumbfounded by the scenario that he’d just witnessed transpire. As he’d been flying overhead patrolling the city for crimes, he’d noticed a commotion happening below: a mugger attempting to take a young woman’s purse. He had swooped down to intervene and stop the mugger, but he only got there in time to witness the young woman put her attacker flat on his back, out cold. “Well….I feel surprisingly useless.” He said, a stunned expression on his face as he gave a small chuckle and shake of his head.

“look dude, i could careless if it’s designer, you’re not taking my bag” using her bag as a weapon as she hit him across the face with it, before he could recover, kicking him in his groin, watching as he fell to his knees, before kneeing him in the face with a force, watching as he passed out, a small smirk of victory on her lips, only realizing once he spoke that she had an audience. 

“i have found most men useless” she remarked, turning around to face the voice that spoke, her brow raising at glow around him, immediately recognizing him as the superhero, everyone’s been talking about, she scoffs,  “i hope you weren’t coming to save me, because i’m not a damsel, and i don’t need your saving” turning on her heel, facing him as she walked backwards, “go find someone who actually needs your help, yeah?“

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As he felt Callie’s arms wrap around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss, Isaac felt another painful pang in his chest as he felt almost certain that she was now pretending that he was Jackson. It was a kind of pain that couldn’t be explained, nor could the reasons why he subjected himself to such pain, beyond the simple fact that he loved her, and would take her in any way he could have her. The shirt that he had given her as a means to try and prevent this from happening was now in the process of being taken off as he broke away from the kiss long enough to lift it over her head, and allow his eyes to once again linger on the perfection of the skin that the removal of her shirt had exposed. Then his lips were back on hers again, with a hunger, and a longing to be close to her, to feel her skin on his. His hand traced softly up her back, until it found the clasp of her bra, then he repeated the same tracing with his other hand, once again stopping at the clasp, which he then undid. Another pang issued in his chest, but it was easier to ignore than the others had been, easier to push to the back of his mind to be dealt with the next morning, when, he knew, it would make him want to die, and make him hate himself for giving in to her again. But there was nothing to be done for it. There could be no denying Calliope Cruz as far as Isaac King was concerned. She owned his heart, and could do with it whatever she damn well pleased, no matter how much it hurt him in the process.

once he had broken the kiss, going in for more, more jackson. isaac’s lips were soft like jackson’s probably the most alike ting about them, one of the many reasons she always found herself at his door; isaac was the jackson she got to keep. lifting her arms as he pulled off her shirt, her arms wrapping around his neck once more, restoring the kiss of before, moving her body closers to his with each second that passed. straddling his lap now, as she attempted to lift his shirt above his head, tossing it once it was off, her hand gently running up and down his torso, se her lips returned to his, the kiss if not deeper than before, she couldn’t keep her hands out of his hair, and there was practically no space between the two. 

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For a fleeting moment, it seemed that everything was going to be fine. Their conversation had turned away from discussions of loneliness, both his and hers, and it seemed as though the topic had been left behind for good. He was about to open his mouth to comment on the shared piece of information that her grandfather had once had a boat, about to share the story involving how his own grandfather had also had a boat, and had been the one to first set him on this path years ago. But before he had a chance to, he found his eyes locked with hers while she asked him who was taking care of him,  and there was no doubt that his eyes gave away the answer to that question; that no one was taking care of him. Not here, not now.  His wife took care of him when he was at home, but he was hardly ever at home. His eyes flickered down, and for the first time, he noticed that the woman was wearing a wedding ring on her finger. His eyes found their way back to hers again, the weight of her words hanging heavily in the air as his conscious mind struggled against his subconscious and anatomical desires. He wanted to say no, knew that he should say no, even opened his mouth to say no, though instead the words that came out where something else entirely. “I’ve never been selfish before…Can you…will you… show me how?”

noticing his eyes on her ring, loosely adjusting it as he did so, forgetting she still had it on, hoping it wouldn’t ruin her chances of going home with him tonight. taking another drink, her eyes flickered back to him as he spoke, half-expecting him to go and call his wife, a subtle smile on her features,”don’t worry, i’ll take care of you” she smirked softly, “i’ll show you how to be selfish” finishing her drink, “you said you had a room?”

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Miles raised his eyebrows a little at her answer to his question, although he could hardly say he was surprised by it. It was sort of like a confirmation of his initial thought about her, although it seemed that she was seeking out someone to spend the night with for pleasure rather than for business. Thoughts came rushing to his mind about being the one who would fulfill that wish, and he once again felt the shame rise in him whilst trying to force the images from his mind.  “I’m uh,  staying in one of the rooms upstairs. Fucking filthy, but cheap, and I got a family to feed so, can’t exactly waste the money I’m making on a fucking five star palace.” He explained with a small chuckle, a nod, and a shrug, taking the glass that had been set in front of him and drinking from it. He couldn’t help but laugh a bit at her question about what he did, although he noticed her eyes trailing down his body a little too much, and felt an uncomfortable squirm in his stomach that might have been butterflies which cut the laughter short. Clearing his throat, he shook his head. “Nah. I tried that once, and couldn’t fucking stand all the rules. I’m a fisherman. I’m just in town for a week. Two at most. Heard from a guy in Newport that the fish have been biting like crazy here, so I came to check it out” He explained with a nod and another shrug. “Like I said before, I got a family waiting for me back home that I gotta feed and take care of.”

her eyes lifted to the ceiling when he mentioned the room upstairs, her eyes quickly going to his, ignoring the comment about his family. she was just a girl in the bar, and he was just a guy, that’s all it needed to be, nothing more nothing less. when you spent most of your nights in a place like this, you learned it was always something and there was always someone.  she knew it all too all too well, having been here in escape of her abusive husband, she didn’t judge anyone, but she stopped asking a long time ago. her brow raising at his laugh, “a rule breaker huh?” she mused, referencing his lack title, brining the glass to her lips as she took a sip. “a fisherman” she repeated back, “my grandpa had a boat” he had taken her fishing a couple of times, but her love for fishing died when he did,  so the point was mute, not that she wanted to dwell on memories of the past anyways. “but who’s taking care of you?” her eyes meeting his, her last and final attempt to get him to stop talking about his wife and kid, she didn’t need to know, she didn’t want to know. “there’s nothing wrong with having a little fun, and being..a little selfish” 

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Obliging her request that he remove his hands from her shoulders, James exhaled a sigh while taking a step backwards to give her some space, nodding his head at her words. She had a point; it was hard to imagine a scenario where someone ended up knocked out cold that wouldn’t be complicated, although he also had a feeling his situation was even more complicated than she was probably imagining it was just based on the things she’d witnessed. Taking a few steps over to the laid out body of his attacker, he crouched down and checked his vitals. Standing up, he glanced back over at the young woman again. “He’s probably only going to be out for another few minutes. I wouldn’t suggest sticking around and waiting for when he does.” He said with a small shake of his head, quickly glancing down at his watch, before turning to continue in the direction he’d been heading before getting attacked; the direction of the restaurant where he was to be meeting his blind date about ten minutes from now. 

In truth, he wasn’t entirely sold on the idea of going on this date, given the complications that came with his life, including the simple fact that he had to hide the truth about who he was, but his friend from work had insisted on it, and in the end, he had reluctantly agreed, thinking that it was probably a good idea to try and live as normal a life as he could; and that included going on dates. The excitement of being attacked had been enough to distract him from his nerves for a moment, but now that it was over, those nerves were returning, and he felt himself almost wishing that he would get attacked again. It said a lot about how nervous he was that in that moment, he felt sure that he’d rather fight a hundred hit-men trying to kill him, than face the prospect of showing up for this date. It was because of these nerves that it took him a moment to realize that the blonde woman had fallen in pace beside him, causing him to wonder whether she was actually heading in the same direction as him, or if she was just looking for some sort of an explanation for what had just happened. “What? Seeing me getting attacked wasn’t enough to make you run in the opposite direction?” He asked with a light chuckle and a small shake of his head. “You must have nerves of steel then. Most people would, I think.”

keeping her eyes on him as he went to go check on the guy, out of observation more than anything, fascinated by the attractive stranger, who was he? who was that guy? her journalist instincts were up naturally as questions filled her head, a newfound confidence surged as she thought of ways to get to know him like a real journalist.  at his warning, her heart decided, it decided to follow the story, even if she did go on the date, she’d be thinking about the mystery guy.  staying close by as she kept up with him, falling into step with him, raising an eyebrow at his inquiry, “quite the opposite, actually” she admitted with a small chuckle, only noticing now they were headed in the same direction, prior to her deciding to follow her, “you’re going my way” she corrected him with a tiny smirk, “i’m tiny but i’m mighty” she confessed with a small grin, having been through her fair deal of shit, nothing like knocking a guy out cold though,  “i do have some questions for you though, if you don’t mind?” taking the lead slightly, in now their walk and the conversation, “like, who was that guy? and why’d you knock him out cold?” the questions were blunt, but her tone clearly interested and not all judging, she was a curious cat, a curious cat to get the most information out of this guy before they’d get to her destination. 

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Most times, when James looked over his shoulder to make sure that no one was following him, it was to find that he was safe. In fact, before this, it had been months since the last time there had been an incident involving someone attacking him, though thankfully that hadn’t caused him to grow complacent with his safety, so when this particular brute tried to ambush him, he’d seen in coming, and was surprised only in the sense that it was the first time he’d been attacked in months. Staring down at the man who he’d had little trouble incapacitating, he glanced around at his surroundings to see whether anyone else had witnessed what had just happened, feeling his heart sink when his eyes fell on an attractive, scared looking blonde. Walking up to her quickly, he put both hands bracingly on her shoulders. “Don’t worry. He’s out cold and most likely working alone. But please, don’t call this in to the police.” He pleaded, his tone grave, and the slight panic he was feeling causing more of his Eastern European accent to slip out than it usually did in his speech; he’d mostly gotten the hang of the American accent by this point. “If you do, then I’m going to have to answer for some things that would be pretty difficult to try and explain without sounding totally nuts. And I need you to believe me when I say that I’m not. This is just a very complicated situation”

living alone was new for tiffany, probably the first time in her life that she’d ever actually been on her own, just her and willow, her ex-boyfriend’s dog.  she had just graduated from nyu with a degree in journalism, and now she was a journalist, life was weird for tiff, high school was so long ago, and here she was a journalist for the New York Daily News, she was just glad she didn’t have to be on camera.  her stories were fluff pieces, typical, give the perky blonde the fluff, and at first it was fine, but she’s grown bored of the cute and unimportant, she wanted real stories.  she had a date tonight, at least, that was something, even if it was a blind date. 

“alright, willow”  stepping out in the view of the dog after finishing her hair. she hadn’t done this in ages, dating that was, ‘it’s been too long tiff’ a comment from her dear friend, before she set up the date, ‘i got a guy for you’ and here she was now, all dressed and ready to go on this date, a date she did not actually want to be on; for heaven's sake, she could get her own dates. “i’ll bring you leftovers” she called out to her dog before locking and leaving her apartment. tiff told her date, she’d meet him at the restaurant, which wasn’t too far from her place walking, in to which she took the long way, not wanting to be early. she rounded a corner and what her eyes witnessed was something out a movie, standing there in disbelief, like she knew it was new york, but still. she was in shock that something like that happened before her eyes, only realizing what she saw and how much her life might be in danger when the guy walked over to her. he, he wasn’t threatening at all, she could hear it in his voice, see it in his eyes, there was a story there. “uh” she blinked a couple of times, being the observant persons he was, she had a lot of questions for him, unsure if she should ask them, or go on her date. “i’d say any situation where you knock a man out cold is complicated” she began, her eyes going to his hands on her shoulders, before finally drawing her attention to his face, whoa, a smile bubbled to her lips, “and if you would move those, i’d feel a whole lot safer” she breathed, averting her gaze from his briefly before returning it back to his, wondering who this guy was and where he came from.