Lovable Losers Rainy Day Tavern, slinging grub
Interaction: @KillBox

Pulling out a list of sauces they have ready and can prepare at a moments notice. On the list reads sweet, mild, medium, hot, blazing, nuclear, death, garlic, parmesan, peppered, teriyaki, sweet and spicy, pineapple and Nashville hot. "These are all the sauces we have on hand, we also will make combos of any of the sauces and seasonings you see there. As for dry rubs, we can do a garlic, suicide which is our death sauce mixed with dehydrated ghost pepper and we can do Carolina Reaper, sauced or dried. Garlic parm is our biggest seller outside of the nuclear and death wings." He turns and points at the wall to the far end of the bar. "Any of the spices there we can mix up and make a custom spice blend for you."

Smiling he pulls out 6 of some of the largest wings most people would ever see and shows the guy the wings, spread out between his gloved fingers. "So, you going with the wings I am guessing?"

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Alison brightened at the man who replied back in French. Hearing someone speak of her mother tongue, even if it was just a word or two, made the redhead really happy. "Merci beaucoup. I will be eating it here." Alison said cheerfully as she gave him her payment before she went to the dining section on the other side.

As she went to the other side, Alison saw a blonde, serious-looking woman who seemed to know what to order as she said her choice to the tall, dark-haired man Alison spoke to earlier. Alison sat on the stool next to the blonde, and the dark-haired man prepared cups of ice water for the two women, at which Alison nodded and thanked him. The cups were very artsy and had the same aesthetic to the food truck. She sipped from the water while she tried to think of other things to distract her from her hunger, but she didn't have a lot to think about as all her thoughts centered back to her rumbling tummy. She just hoped no one else could hear her stomach's calls for help.

A good distraction though was the dark-haired guy. He seemed like an easy-going guy who seemed to be getting along well with his coworkers and even his customers. His smile was so infectious and bright, Alison almost forgot about her hunger for a moment.

Almost.

When he asked her and the blonde beside her some questions, Alison happily replied. "Oh, I'm having so much fun indeed. I just moved in here last week and I'm enjoying my stay here so far. So many new faces and opportunities here, but one of the reasons I moved here was I heard Sol City has so many food choices to choose from!", she excitedly said as her mouth waters from hearing that sizzle of food being cooked.

"It's my day-off and I'm taking this chance to finish this song that's been lingering in my head ever since I first came here. I decided to write my song here at Central Point so I can take inspiration from the things around me, and also because it sucks feeling alone," she sheepishly said to the both of them. "Oh doux niblets, where are my manners? My name is Alison and you can call me Ali. I'm very delighted to make your acquaintance," she sweetly said with a smile as cheerful as the dark-haired man's.

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A bright smile curved the lad's lips, excitedly reaching for the cinnamon bun. Without a second thought, he bit into the pastry, relishing the flavors which melted into his mouth, cascading like memories of a time long gone. As he went around to take a seat across Annie, he spotted a glimpse of a small tab on her laptop. The logo of the university at the top of the assignment page, as well as the unmistakable initials of D.I.G., informed Cliff that she was a college student, probably preparing for the classes to start once more. To think, though, that she was under Dr. Iris Gran's class spoke of her intelligence. An old acquaintance of his, Dr. Iris handled the majority of the honors' bachelor programs. Her immense intellect, as well as high standards, strained even the most self-proclaimed honor student. Not many could hope to enter the honors' program under her, and those who did were not always successful.

Whoever this Annie was, she was more intelligent than she looked. Auburn locks which cascaded down to her shoulders, pale complexion, and light lavender eyes-- Cliff knew she had more beneath the surface than just naive expressions.

Speaking of which, he still had not given out his winter break assignments out. Eh, at this rate, he'd have to scrap giving out an assignment and just wing it on the first day. Besides, what student disliked not having an assignment? He was excited to start teaching, of course, but his experience when it came to the practical application of the teaching profession amounted to nothing more than volunteer programs. He could have two doctorates and he still didn't know zilch about how to educate a class of tertiary students. Judging from this girl, though, perhaps, he could rest easy.

"Thanks, Annie," Cliff grinned up at her as he settled the cinnamon bun on he small china plate. "I'm Cliff, by the way. Just like how mom used to make it, before she, well..." He grimaced at the window before turning back to her. "Anyway, I see you're studying at the Solaris Universatas, and judging from the rather large initials I saw on the assignment primer, you're gonna be facing Dr. Iris, no less." The man chuckled as he remembered how Iris chewed up a slacker in her class. "What're you studying at the university that you were given the crucible of your academic life that is Dr. Gran?"

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Victoria s accent had returned a fair bit thicker recently, strange effects and all, currently it was sliding more to her mother than fathers, ans her ability to manipulate it had somewhat weakened. Trying to force a alittle more English to it but retaining a fair russain edge. No one would of guessed a few months ago it was straight out of the old country. "da, commercial, and industrial. Itz not as dramatic as movies make it though. Alot more running down errant codes than stopping things explode!" Victoria did enjoy her job, though she really did despise having to check line by line. Part by part. That plain sucked. "yep, wait. I have a picture. Taken at the city grandprix" Finding a picture of happier moments before the drama, Victoria looking paler almost blending in light with snow White hair long and detailed in a intricate braid stood next to her Taller sister, long blonde, flight jacket and almost older twin of a mother with gold eyes holding hands with a Taller man who resembled Victoria more and matching slate grey eyes shared with her sister. "A month or so later they finally got married, 27 years late. Marlin, my sister, though different mothers. I admit, it was pretty."

They where sat down to eat, Victoria had to admit milo may have been right, though her health was increased and that was a huge bonus. She really did look like a snow princess, with a touch of targerian. Not that she trade it. Her health was shakey but more stable now with a hint of improvement not hanging on a edge. "Zankyou miss, you two ladies deserve a bit of peace, Miss Romus, try ze sauce, it vill bring out the flavour better" Isosef was "on duty" so to speak so kept it short, not the tallest or biggest gorilla like man but his prescense was more of a experienced hand and veteran in his role. "He looked after me from worse than a few over zelous fans. We safe."

Sitting, just eating, talking about skin care and so, it was frankly normal, it definitely beat the drama and intrique of a few weeks ago, or dealing with the Sirens fan girls, or just plain harpies. Relaxed a fair bit more, this was a good choice."Well, anti climaticly normal but glad I'm not doing anything wrong. The hard parts finding foundation for me. I half expected some miracle secret!" She almost expected some miracle product but nope, good old basics. Though it could sound harsher her smile told she meant nothing by it. When you where a pale alabaster skin tone, finding make up to match was a real pain, though not quite as finding the one snow princess shade about ever to exist.

She was one scared to travel. Granted Victoria always had someone to meet her, security on thr odd trip with her dad or was with friends and family but she had traveled and explored a few interesting places however less able than some. "Not scary long as your sensible. just travel with a friend or so and keep people updated. I made it to Petra, so I'm sure you can explore Japan. Never really alone, Im Vas, am a alittle more fragile" That one was obvious from the cane, and her more careful gait, much as rather lose it, it was safer with. Trying to be more upbeat, Japan was... The only part that did not appeal was mega busy, Victoria did not fancy the crowds there. Still, she did want to try and remain fairly positive about things.

Then she paused a alittle deer in headlights, shopping meant revealing, or she feel bad that her efforts would be wasted if she did not say. Victoria would start to show given a 2-3 months ish visablely, her cute outfits might not work quite as intended, and given the woman was nice seemed harder to lie. Always food places it seemed where it came up recently. "Umm. Doctors appointment vut quick, blood test... Vour efforts may be, well cute now not fit the Vun in oven in a few months. Please keep it quiet, vi just telling you as vou feel trust worthy.

Veet you at the mall in a hour or two? Find somthing cute and still fit me in a vew months?" Victoria did not know quite exactly how to explain Ethan, and what exactly was going on. Even she was confused by that one. Really really confused. Least she could say she knew who the father was.

Right now everything had Victoria confused or least working out where all the parts stood and how they balenced. The more she narrowed down the list of who might have done the hack, the worse it potentially got. They had to know a fair few details to succeed. Worries asaide, a afternoon shopping, a few cute items and perhaps a new handbag would distract. Not like she was poor thanks to the expanding sales to Rusain aligned counties for her software. The mini would remain a run about for the house. She finally could get the car she wanted, it was more a stop gap.

@Allycat

Paige Kennedy

Paige watched the small windsock fixed to the outside of the truck dance momentarily as their host attended to some of the departing customers and the cooks in front of her continued their well-choreographed dance throughout the small kitchen. The whole production seemed like the genuine article, but she wasn’t passing final judgment until the food came out, though judging by the smell, it wouldn’t be disappointing. She was watching the rest of Central Point with her head propped up by her arm on the small fold-out table when the water came out. One thing was for certain now: after this a nap would be required. You’re like an old woman, Paige, geez.. Some internal voice chastised as she contemplated going back down to Milo’s and crashing on the couch until they decided what they were going to do for the evening. The worn leather sofa in his living room literally swallowed people up. It was heavenly.

The conversation started as there was a small break between customers and it was only the three of them plus the busy cooks. The redhead, Alison, was several years younger by estimation and was full of conversation along with a nice French accent, that was a little unexpected. Paige sipped at her water through a straw as the girl talked, but also very carefully turned the cup, which appeared to be handmade, and studied the designs. She had always been very tom-boyish, never really following modern styles or trends, she dressed very purposefully for her job, seldom wore a lot of makeup and until Sio came around, rarely braided her hair, but if she had one female vice, it was dishes. Tea sets, silverware, plates, an 18th century salt cellar... the more eclectic the better. She couldn’t explain it.

“Paige,” She said with a casual smirk, glancing up and making eye contact with both of them, sensing it was her turn to make acquaintances. She didn’t speak a lot of French other than knowing the Haitian-Creole slang, but being from South Florida her Spanish was on point and even carried a hint of Columbian. She was curious where their host hailed from since none of them were from Sol City. “I don’t really have any plans…” She said with a small shrug. “Other than hopefully take a dynamite nap after I eat this sandwich.” She glanced at him quizzically, narrowing her gaze slightly and holding the cup in hand. "Do you sell these cups?"

@baraquiel@Headhunter

>>Lovable Loser's Rainy Day Tavern, stuffing his face probably.<<
>>@Tyler Night<<

"Mmm. Thank you. I'll be ready shortly." Ryan replied cordially. Scanning over his menu, he liked the fact that there were several spicy options, as he prefers his food on that side of the scale. Browsing through the options, he was mentally coming up with random combination and naming them. Like combining garlic, nuclear and a sprinkling of Carolina Reaper and calling it Vampire Slayer. Combining Pineapple, teriyaki and a sprinkling of garlic and calling that Hawaiian Luau. Alas, he was getting carried away.

Focusing back quickly, he looked back up to the person he had be speaking with (I'm not sure if you mentioned his name yet lol) and said "Uh. Can I get two small order of wings? Can I combine the garlic and nuclear sauce with a sprinkling of the dry Carolina Reaper for one of them? For the second order, can I combine the pineapple and teriyaki sauce and add a sprinkling of the garlic dry rub? Thank you." Ryan finished and offered a small smile to the person.

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Sol City return and changed times

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Marinalia was right. Americans and pie was a thing that she was yet to understand but enjoyed rather much. A little pleasure that made the strange contry grow on her over the past few months, it was a nice way to indulge her sweet tooth though too much might put her in the pool doing a regular 4km to keep in her rather attractive uniform. Sure not quite the post practical choice of skit and jacket out of options but the older style had a attractive charm. "il take the apple then miss, mount Atlas worked up a apitite. Especially off the horse trail, well me and the horse, but I Don't enjoy hay". A slight chime like tinge to her accent and glance to her phone now fronted with a favorite photo of her and Xia on the beech. Simple but it told everything she felt without words, words she was not even sure what applied. A quick ping later and a email later, nothing important. Today was a slow day indeed.

Closing her eyes a second and leaning into the comfey booth, she really needed to find a better balence between shear drama and slow days. Not even a interesting email, girlfriend at work, sister busy, and a no real events on. Meandering her thughts back, doing this with a large coconut of cocktails and a sunny warm beech certainly had advantages even with Sol beginning to warm up from its fairly unforgiving winter spells.

"Hmmm" Half thinking to self and verbalising her query. How did Joel, Grampa and the TT line up. That was a bike race right? It was on TV once, Joel raced cars, Grampa never was into bikes, Joel already was loaded from the win? Surely? Ummm? It all was rather discombobulated and disaperate. Maybe it was just a silly rumour but some facts did ring true?

The waitress had gone off to serve the lady in far corner leaving Marinalia trying to join the dots without resorting to asking. Too many annoying questions why.

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@KatKook@alexfangtalon

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Siobhan smiled brightly at Joel giving him a kiss easily and reaching for the daffodils, her favorite. I remember the comment that lead to him learning that they were my favorite. She was almost too caught up in that memory to her his comment. Siobhan blushed bright rose pink on her cheeks and cleared her throat. The kids were giggling Gwen especially. Peter snorted and rolled his eyes pouting. Natalie made a gagging noise which made Aaron and Gwen giggle more as Tara shushed them and sighed smirking at the sight.

She looked up at Joel smirking. “You know daffodils represent respect, chivalry, modesty and faithfulness, right?”

Peter cleared his throat. “So Siobhan who is this?” He pointed to Joel.

It was Tara’s turn to roll her eyes at Peter. “Her beau duh. You boys are so stupid. Can’t see anything ‘till it’s pointed out to ya by a female.”

Siobhan gave them both a disapproving face. “That’s enough. Yes this is my boyfriendJoel-”

Aaron was a blur of excitement as he ran over to Joel and Siobhan. “Nicolosi!!!! With Rebellion Racing!!!!! Vaughn you’re the best!!! He won third in the FIA World Rally!!!!”

Siobhan laughed that unconsciously sexy laugh as she squeezed Joel’s hip lightly and looked from Aaron up to Joel. Her gaze turned from mirth to a smoldering sensuality. Only to snap back to reality and mock glared at him. It was obvious where her mind was.

She shook her head smirking and crouching down she looked Aaron in the eye. “Yeah and I bet if you’re really nice he might just give you an autograph. He likes to sign his name on all kinds of things.”

Gwen took advantage of the fact that Siobhan was in hugging range and ran up to her with brush in hand grass green water color all over it. As Gwen hugged Siobhan the brush forgotten went right into Siobhan’s hair and left a cold wet line from her ear to the middle of her cheek.

Siobhan jerked at the cold wetness and gently grabbed the brush from Gwen who had fat tears rolling down her cheeks. “Hey it’s okay Gwennie. I do it myself all the time. Ask Joel. He finds paint all over me all the time. Let’s look at what you’ve got so far.” Siobhan gave the little sprite eskimo kisses and butterfly kisses making the little girl giggle as they walked over to her painting. Siobhan looked back over at Joel and winked at him in an overly dramatic way.

Peter was glaring daggers at Joel. Tara was painting and watching Peter and Joel out of the corner of her eye laughing silently. Henri and Natalie had joined Aaron in rapid fire excited chatter about fast cars, what made them fast, was it true that they could talk like Cars, did you feed them Red Bull to make them go faster, what kind of car did he prefer to race with, was he going to race again soon and could they get his autograph because everyone at school would think they were so cool.

Lovable Loser's Rainy Day Tavern, getting extra saucy
Interacting with @KillBox

"Of course, the sauces are all mixable so we can do anything you want." He said with a smile. As he makes the order finally he drops the wings and pulls out 2 mixing bowls. Mixing up the Nuclear sauce and garlic sauce to start with and in the other bowl making his popular pineapple teriyaki glaze, deciding to wait on the garlic powder. As the wings fry Charles pulls out a sauce pan, melting down 2 sticks of butter in it before mixing it with the sauces.

After about 5 minutes of cooking, he pulls the wings from the fryer and tosses them in the sauces, 1 bowl in each hand he starts tossing the wings in the sauces then finally adds the dry ingredients to each, plating them up a moment later, serving them with homemade bleu cheese dressing and a celery stick. "There you go, just be careful with the hot wings. When I say they are hot, I mean they are brutally hot. If you need some milk or ice cream, let me know." Sliding the plates over the scent of impending doom is heavy but so is the potential for a mind-blowing taste having spent years perfecting the art of wing making.

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Having finished the cat which she had started on the plane, Sadie looked around the quaint pub for a new muse. She hadn't been to this place often despite it being so close to her apartment. But the interior was so warm and cozy it caused her to wonder why she didn't come here more often. Looking around the place her eyes eventually landed on a boy on a laptop who seemed to be hiding away just like her. His hands were gliding along the keyboard with practiced ease. Not really sure as to why Sadie found herself wanting to draw him. She moved her pencil to paper and the crude attempt at making art imitate life began.

She hadn't made it very far in her doodle before her booth was approached. Sadie looked at the girl asking if she was ready to order. At that moment Sadie realized she hadn't even looked at the menu. She dropped the pencil to quickly look over the menu until something caught her eye. She looked up at the waitress and said, "Umm, could I get the Grilled Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich with Brie. I've never even thought of combining a PB&J with cheese. It sounds interesting. Oh, and can I get a fresh cup of coffee? Black."

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Victoria was a alittle Suprised by the reaction to her old look, though least it was posetive. Not that the rather striking snow white was voluntary though, or her tiny size that made her old photo look more akin to a elfnm if she got a set of pointy ears or a rather attractive snow hobbit. "Now reminds me of happier times, Frozen was not my movie! The kids where cute, but I could never wear pale blue for months." Laughing slightly, while the kids where cute, a few other offers where a tad less cute and more Peper spray worthy. "Zanks, though you the model, I Zhould call you pretty" Mostly joking, Victoria played slightly with her highlights near end of hair, the purples and pinks blending and contrasting into the deep Raven black of a pure night sky. Victoria knew she was attractive in own way. It was nigh impossible to hide, So was forced to embrace her rather different looks.

"Definitely not a Disney romance, vut really do love each other. They both took a rather difficult path. Don,t get a dozen cats just yet. I'm sure voul meet a good egg.

Vou really Don't want to vent my relationship issues, ve be here till the contients reform into one." party Joking, but also partly true. Victoria just did not know where anything stood. The path month had been turwly crazy and working out the legalities of potentially triple citizenship was worthy of a migraine and 7d chess in one. Though she genuinely thought there was a good egg out there for her, even as her own mind tried to make sense of conflicting emotions, and not go happily vacant as the memory exactly what exactly went on in that bedroom...

She did notice the fans, and the camera flash though a glare from Isosef was keeping them at a safe distence. Victoria gave them a cold glance and just tried to ignore them. "Ves, its very polite ovcourse" Victoria should have tried to ignore it but one too many flashes in the corner of her eye had ernough of holding her thoughts privately. "I'm zorry if I cause you negetive press, trouble seems to like me. But I try to protect my friends." Her Russain tinged accent did make it sound harsh to the over zelous fans, but warmed a fair bit privately, and Victoria was just enjoying another human who not judging her or out to harm her.

Then dropped the bombshell. Babyshell? Well the baby was due to exit for 7-8 months so that was least one blessing. Too much stuff to do. She was responsible for a whole new, shiny... Well messy yet her own child's human life. It was alot to take In, even weeks later after finding out in what was a very bad way. "zankyou, I found out in a rather too public way. Zhough I Don't regret it. I just wish my mum was here to see her spoil her granchild." Victoria was more honest than she wanted to be and damned hornones made it clear the issue was very close to her heart and currently causing a few moments. "Zorry. My emotions are a alittle haywire thanks to the womb dweller" Trying to not leave it on a negetive, she had ernough worries of those and whoever had betrayed her trust so intimately and deeply. One hand subconsciously going to her stomach a second before she tried to not fall into that reflex.

"Vankyou for trusting me. Give me a miniute... Or 5-10!". Digging Into her tardis like hand bag and managing to find a small card saying "Lady de winter coding and security solutions" and a Freeby pen from the hospital writing down a neat personal mobile on the back as the one at front was a redirecting work number that went to her indirectly to protect privacy. "Ze one on back is mine." oh. Shopping, well after the vampires wanted blood, and on a Saturday too no less! Sure she missed one but they work on Saturdays too! Dracula and his brides where highly dedicated it seemed. "Yes. If my sister has her way, my baby definitely will like Disney from before birth, Zhough I want to try and get them into harry potter. She was eyeing up "it's no moon" this morning too. Along side princess Vanellope von Schweetz themed times.

Zorry I'm rambling a little. Definitely find somthing cute, though won't be so little in a few months." Victoria definitely was finding things a alittle strange and the whole making a new human being thing was really messing with her head, emotions and body. Though distractions for now. The first phase of the Arkady plan would kick in, her sales where up on the maritine encryption systems. Soon dozens would be running it. A very nice earner. The serious stuff could wait for the weekend to end and enjoy some free time.

@Allycat

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The morning arrived like the crashing waves. Fast and sudden making everything move. Alex groaned having returned home from a repair job to find a the city marina fees were due along with an email about an assignment that was due for business class he was taking. His phone flashed with a text message from the Joe Coctail that cracked the fiberglass hull of his party boat into rocks off one of the off shore islands. He had clients to impress. Even though he was told a week, he was hoping to have it back in days. Alex told him, “The fiberglass patch takes three days to cure because of the epoxy. It might look dry but a couple hours in the water and the hole would be bigger.” Money can’t make the epoxy cure any faster and the hull would need to be repainted too.

He knew this was going to be a long day. He grabbed his work jeans and a clean hoody and headed for the shower to wake up. After stubbing his toe on an oxygen tank in the kitchen and realizing the milk had gone bad a week ago. He headed out to find food with his school work. He was craving a Philly Cheesesteak Sandwich, onion rings and a chocolate milkshake or chocolate milk.

As he drove his pickup he listened to the professor drone on about classes of depreciation schedules, some things are three year, some five, and some the life of the items. The prof had never bought tools from one of the “rape trucks.” After five years he was still paying on specialty tools that were done depreciating two years ago. Maybe Tyler or Yoji could explain this to him in terms he understood.

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Sol City return and changed times

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Marinalia waited for her order and just did some quick maths to work out the ludicrous system of American tipping that required you to pay for food, a tip and sometimes a service charge? Could they not just pay a decent wage and have one price is what you pay?

Really it would make life a fair bit easier. The pie when it eventually came was rather good and the apple was a nice contrast to her other items she ordered. Definitely returning here for the pies, they really where worth the wait. The other oddity across the pond as the locals seemed to phrase it was one doller bills, qauters, American money was always a alittle strange to the European mindset. "keep the change miss, il be back for the pie. Apple definitely best I've had in a while." Leaving a fair tipp, or what she thought was generous of 15-20 dollers. Never hurt to treat the staff well especially when you planned on returning. Tipping had been quite the surprise when she had first landed in the US and taken the connections to get to Achorage.

Leaving with a alittle more spring in her step making sure her skirt not caught up to embariis her. Not that short though showing a nice party tanned bit of upper leg and a slight sing song element to her English accent swinging her hand bag over her shoulder as leaving. Glancing back that guy really was too pretty to be normal. Was he part elf or something? Sir galadriel not galahad. Putting the strange thoughts aside the other woman was too engrossed in her notebook? and the skater was just enjoying a meal. Interesting cross section of people.

@KatKook@alexfangtalon@Allycat

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Heading out to find her white land rover discovery as unharmed as ever, no annoying popped wipers or such silly pranks. A quick check of the sat nav listed it as busy as ever, long but faster cut loop the park, cut through to the Manor and avoid trying to take the bad junction on corner... Yeah that would work out. Least Ivan knew his traffic even if he gave her the odd bum shift.

The drive there was the usually stop start singing on to the local pop station, it was cheesy, but no one else was in the car so her own carpool karaoke.

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Deciding she needed a walk before heading home so found a spot on the road through Corona Park, pretty cheap really and dumped a few of those strange American quarters in the machine. Finding her vintage aviators and wandering into the park to enjoy the sunshine with flight jacket hung over one arm, and a gleam of polished riding boots, though surprisingly comfrey for a pair only recently broken in.

Wandering past a couple holding hands thought the trees, it would be a more fun walk with a certain spicy egg to find a nice tree to sit and cuddle under. Small things became more valuable when you grew up wealthy. Then she heard a few kids shouting gathered round a woman, a guy, couple? Flowers? Definitely chemistry. Being a pilot she had 20/20 or near on. Then it hit home. Had to be. Long red hair, tall, he was hard to forget, especially after there altercations. It was not even like she was pursuing him, losing. She got beat by Siobhan, Marinalia rarely lost well. Anything. She had a hard to get job, licenses, professional, she worked hard in the pool and her horse rides to keep her attractive figure.

Trying to stay out of sight, and walking by she glanced over with a sunglasses glittering in the spring sunlight. It was not even about Joel and wanting to date him, Xia made her very happy and was the bubbly energizer bunny who had broken her out of a fairly deep funk. No she lost. Pride was hurt, the man she was over. The fact was that red headed, blue mini dress flaunting Irish American bitch had won. That was annoying. Did she screw him that night. Might explain it...

Checking her phone as she walked by, a blip just confirmed an amazon delivery was arriving. The picture on the lock screen made her smile, that one on the beach. That was a happy moment, the warm sunlight on her skin and soft sea breeze in her hair. That distracted her from her moment of hurt pride. She was definitely not regretting anything she did regarding Xia, or the memories that made her go a little pink. Practice definitely made perfect... Whatever happened she was gonna stick with her. That holiday and her family decided that one.

Heading onwards, the path would take her back round a short lap of the area, the sound of the laughing kids carried as she walked and meandered slowly back to her 4x4 by a rather indirect route. Hopefully unbothered by the lovebirds and there junior charges.

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@Almalthia@Pilatus

Joel Nicolosi

Joel smirked at Sio’s comments about chivalry and modesty. “Guess I should probably take them back then.” He said as his smirk became a very poorly concealed smug grin. However, the kids reactions were a nice surprise that pulled his attention away from her for a moment. He put out his hand for the younger boy that ran up to plant an affirmative “five” that struck with a loud clap that all could hear. What caught him though was the boy’s words: finished third. The sound of it just irritated him: Third. He knew he could have pushed harder, but he’d done the right thing and preserved the car- save for hitting the final jump wide open and clearing the 50 meter board with ease and winning the long jump competition. No, it was their first time out, new car and new team, just getting in the top five would have been a victory, putting it on the podium was nigh unthinkable. He’d dominated the opening street stages, beating the rival Red Bull sponsored Citroen, so much so that the German crew had taken to calling him Stierkampfer, or the bullfighter.

Listening to them chatter and the young girl paint Sio with water color, Joel began rummaging through her art supplies before very unartistically sitting down on the grass with one of her spare canvases in his lap and several colored pencils. The younger boys and girls quickly gathered around to see what he was doing, completely ignoring their seats and painting assignment. He began sketching. Not being very elegant in his technique, he drew mechanically with detail like a printer; starting at the bottom and spitting out the shapes like an engineering drawing. First the base ground, then the wheels, then the side profile of a car before he glanced up as Sio finished cleaning herself up enough to notice that he had essentially hijacked half her class. “We’re not painting cookies and flowers today,” He said matter-of-factly. “We’re drawing a racecar.”

@Almalthia