not the time. [roy]

[WILLOW EMBER CARMICHAEL]

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nor the place

Work had been – unpleasant. It had just been one of those days. She’d nearly run into River on the way to lunch, she’d had to deal with some minor crisis. It just hadn’t been her day. And after a day like that, all one truly needed was a drink. And Willow hardly ever took herself out for a drink, so that was saying something. She pushed her hair out of her face and looked at the ground, nobody else as she wandered out of the department and into the lift, not making eye contact, not engaging in casual chatter. Just thinking, over and over again, that she needed to get to a fireplace and get to the Leakey. The quicker she got there, the quicker she could leave. And as she wandered out of the lift she pulled off her work robes and balled them up, shoving them into her bag, not apologizing as she pushed through the crowd and probably received a lot of nasty stares, something you couldn’t comprehend when you didn’t look up to see them and were fairly numb at this point to things like eyes boring holes into the side of your head because you were being obnoxiously good at something or obnoxiously bad at – human decency.

She finally got to her destination and didn’t hesitate to step through the flames and into the pub on the other end, dusting her modest apparel off, knowing she didn’t exactly look ready to be out on the town with hemlines that went past her knee and a neckline that barely dipped past her collarbone. If anyone wanted to make the mistake and think that she was there to do anything other than simply – drink and then leave – they were in for a very rude awakening, still, she approached the bar. She spoke quietly, ordering a glass of mead as she took a deep breath and someone settled themselves in the seat next to her. “Before you assume that speaking to me would be a decent idea,” she said, glancing over at him. Of course it had to be someone male. “Let me assure you, it would be an absolutely dreadful one and you oughtn’t try.”

ROY BRUCE ROBINS

[ROY BRUCE ROBINS]

I don't care that  you don't care

Roy needed a drink more than anything else right now. The whole morning had been spent painting and the fingers on his right hand actually cramped. But, at least he had managed to make four canvas drawings and he would hopefully be able to sell them to some loser tomorrow by making up a meaning behind them. It was what he always did. Once he had literally splashed on different shades of purple onto a canvas and told an old lady that he did that painting over a week whilst blindfolded and he got a good amount for it. The art business wasn't a highly respected one which meant he could stoop to all sorts of low levels to scrape by. In celebration of his success in the morning, he decided to treat himself to a few drinks later on in the day and the time had come. Pulling a plain white (or previously plain white, it had long been stained with different colours of paint) top over his head, putting on a pair of blue jeans and scuffed shoes, he made his way. One there, he sprawled himself onto the first seat he could find and before he could even order himself something he was being addressed. Raising one eyebrow incredulously at the woman besides him, he let out a burst of laughter before looking straight ahead of him at the drink options. "Don't flatter yourself too much. I'm just here for my own peace of mind." He had definitely picked the best seat in the house, he thought to himself sarcastically. Looking the lady up and down, he couldn't hold his tongue back. It was a bad habit. "How come you're out here drinking by yourself, anyway?" Usually it was Roy who was the lonely drinker just because, he hated talking to most people.  tagged: WILLOW EMBER CARMICHAEL

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[WILLOW EMBER CARMICHAEL]

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nor the place

“And yet he speaks.” she said, sighing as the bartended settled her drink in front of her. The guy looked at her for a moment and then shrugged before walking away. How helpful he was. She thought about pretending not to hear the man that was settled next to her, but she couldn’t pull that off at this point, since she’d acknowledged to the bartender that she’d heard him. But she didn’t know what she needed to say to him at this point. “You just got cone telling me you’re here for yourself, that I oughtn’t flatter myself in assuming you’re going to speak to me, and what do you do?” She sighed. “Here’s what I think. You’re lonely. And I understand that, look at me, sitting here at a bar, alone. We’re one in the same, with the exception of one thing.” she raised her drink to her lips for a moment. “You seem to want a solution for your loneliness and I was sort of – Enjoying it until you came to save me from something I didn’t want to be saved from.” She settled her drink back on the bar and glanced over at him. He was cute at the very least. “So to answer your question – I’m enjoying myself. Or well – I was enjoying myself until you got here. Now I’m just sort of regretting my decisions.” she knew that wasn’t nice. “Is this when I’m supposed to ask what it is you’re doing here?”

ROY BRUCE ROBINS

[ROY BRUCE ROBINS]

I don't care that  you don't care

Rolling his eyes at the woman's quip, he looked ahead and ordered his drink curtly. Balancing his elbows on his table, he clasped his hands together and listened to the rambling of the person to his side. "Oh I really don't think you understand at all." He responded whilst turning to face her with a strained smile. "I don't care about being lonely. If I am then so be it. Also, I'm not looking to save you at all. Trust me. It's clear you can handle yourself." Probably better than he could handle himself if he were being honest. Not that he would admit it to her. A part of him liked that she was up for a retort. Usually people tended to back down when his tongue started to get more vicious. "If I'm bothering you so much you can feel free to move or file a complaint or whatever." His drink arrived and he nodded a thanks at the bartender before downing at least half of it in one go. Perhaps this conversation- if there was going to be one- would be better done a little tipsy. "Nope. Not at all. I don't think an answer to that is required." Eyeing her sideways, he took steadier sips of his drink. He didn't even know what he ordered. "You know for someone who doesn't want to talk you sure have a lot to say..." tagged: WILLOW EMBER CARMICHAEL

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[WILLOW EMBER CARMICHAEL]

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nor the place

She glanced over at him when he suggested she move. She blinked once, then again. And then she shook her head in disgust. "Oh yes. I'll move. And then you can sit here. Because it's not like I was here first or anything." she said. It was juvenile, she was sure, but it was obnoxious of him to think it was her job to move when he was the one who'd sat down. She'd been there. She'd been minding her own business. He'd inturrupted. And yet - he was right. She was talking a lot for someone who didn't want to actually talk .She wondered briefly why that was and considered not talking at all any longer, but - the conversation was stimulating. Perhaps because it was just - an argument more than anything else.

"So in a world where we were being cordial with one another, would you give me your name? Or am I not allowed to ask for that either?" she said, running a finger around the rim of her glass. "Just in a hypothetical world where I cared, of course." She didn't really care, or well, she didn't want him to think that she cared. She didn't really. She was just making conversation at this point. Or at least that's what she'd decided she was doing. It was almost as if she was - actuallu interested in the situation. She was plenty shocked.

ROY BRUCE ROBINS

[ROY BRUCE ROBINS]

I don't care that  you don't care

Roy managed a laugh and then a somewhat apologetic smile at her. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry. But, I'd rather not move if that's fine. I'm just too lazy." He admitted whilst surveying the place. The next free seat was a little trek from where they were currently seated. Picking up his drink, he took a gracious sip from it and let the taste settle in. The air felt thick and heavy and seemed to paint itself over him. Tugging at his collar a little, he looked around once more to see if others were feeling the same way. Apparently not. A smirk growing on his lips at her next comment, he turned to face her and placed his fingers on his temple. "It's Roy and whilst we are in this lovely new world, may I ask for your name? Or is that off limits?"  The smirk  was only growing wider as he spoke. Perhaps they could have some form of conversation this evening after all. One that wouldn't end in a verbal fight. tagged: WILLOW EMBER CARMICHAEL

made by remi of i'm so curious

[WILLOW EMBER CARMICHAEL]

[googlefont="Petit Formal Script:400"]

nor the place

"I mean, I certainly didn't plan on hitting you or anything of the sort if you didn't move, if that's what you're asking." She'd never really been one for violence. And just as he'd said that moving was far too much effort, starting a physical altercation in a bar was by far more of an effort than that. So she would content herself with - sharing. she'd let him continue to exist in whatever way he felt the need to, because she was just - that nice of a person. That or she was rather enjoying his presence. Not his presence specifically, but rather - the company. The mere fact that she wasn't there alone was enough to sustain her. She wasn't going to complain about it or anything.

"My name is Willow. Though if you were to make fun of that for any reason, I assure you, I might change my mind about this decision not to physically harm you in some way." She was very over the idea of people making fun of her name. It was a perfectly lovely name. Her birth parents had thought so anyways. Who was she to disagree with them? She wasn't even sure who they were. Disagreeing would be rather impossible at this point, would it not? "And what else might we talk about in this theorhetical world which we live in where we're actually being decent to one another?" She wasn't good at small talk.