clara quinn

[several hours later]

You deserve it. There's no athletic bone in my body for me to have even tried it, but I was happy to have cheered you on. I think campfires are perfect to end a day outdoors; it's very fitting. I'm happy we got the option of cabins, though, you would not catch me pitching a tent outdoors, that's a fact. It's not quite luxury camping, but I'm not quite complaining.

It definitely helped me keep going, your voice in the distance. You don’t have to explain anything to me — It’s not my first choice of accomodation, either — I’ll admit, but I suppose we can’t be too picky when there’s much more fun to be had.

@docolives, @mcndyhcrtmcn, @claraquinn

[several hours later]

Going out after attempting to do some work was something that always seemed to be the way that Henri dealt with lacking in his actual ability to convince himself to finish the drag of e-mails that had been escalated from basic manager level to now CEO. There weren't many, most were often times projects from special clients that only wanted to deal with Henri, as they had with his parents or even grandparents. Right now, he just didn't feel like dealing with that which lead him to Vibrations, dressed in a button down shirt, the top few buttons undone, leaned up against the bar, one hand placed lazily against his pocket watching the dance floor. "Here I thought you'd be a Clase Azul Reposado kind of tequila girl." The lazy drawl of his words as he reached across and grabbed his drink tipping it in the blonde's direction, someone he hadn't crossed paths with in a bit of time for a multitude of reasons.

She probably should have been paying attention to the bars attendee’s prior to her approach, but the music and liquor swayed her of her priorities until Henri’s thick voice had the fine hairs on the back of her neck rising. “I can be — just not tonight.” Clara offered after inhaling, taking her beverage and raising it in a silent cheers before letting the sweet citrus fluid flood her tongue. It had been a long time since they’d last spoken, and Clara wished the thought didn’t come with a bitter aftertaste, but to no avail. “I was wondering if you’d ever return from Paris.” Before adding swiftly thereafter. “And no, before you make assumptions, you only crossed my mind once.” She wasn’t losing much sleep these days on their lost friendship, but once upon a time, she had.

She laid a stare on her, narrowed her eyes when she slurped up the carbon filled drink, ignoring the batteries for now, "You sure? It's only ten thirty" Give or take, nighttime. "Quinn." She said the name in the same way she received on the daily - Clara was funny like that. Almost verging on a procedural drama kind of corny but probably the only person in town she wouldn't correct or immediately discard for doing so. (Only her birth mother called her Savannah- as the name on the birth certificate told - teachers, cops. Someone that was pissed off at her). "If you do go, wanna pick up some Cheerios. And limes? Maybe some tequila...sugar, Cointreau, TP, oh and if you get the batteries, don't do that bs store brand kind. You can spring for the good stuff, I know it. Everything'll last a helluva lot longer." If she was going to end up listening to fifteen minutes of the two go at it, she was going to get Margarita shitfaced doing it. @aidanbishop

"No condoms!" Aidan announced to the room at large as he entered the apartment again, halfway surprised that Sav hadn't skittered over and deadbolted the door in his absence. For a moment, while rummaging through his truck's glovebox, he considered running to the nearest corner store to pick some up while he was already out, but... no shirt, no shoes, no service, right? Didn't seem worth the trouble, anyway, because -- "Found something else, though." A placid smile was offered to the pair in the kitchen as he approached, lifting a Ziploc bag that contained a glass pipe (in a pretty purple) and grinder full of weed. He jiggled the bag enticingly, focus mostly on Clara when he asked, "Wanna?" Aidan sidled up beside her, hand finding her hip beneath the hem of her blouse. He glanced to Sav and shrugged, adding, "You can hang, too." He owed her, really, considering how many times she'd smoked him out before he found his own weed guy in town. @claraquinn

A scoff was exhumed from Clara at Sav’s tangent, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Excuse me? Did you forget who I am? I don’t do store brand shit.” The blonde could’ve laughed at the thought, her emotions a whirlwind at present from the drastic decline and sudden cease to her escapades. Groaning again when ‘Adam’ reappeared with the unfortunate news, speckled fingers raked through messy tresses before the man proved he didn’t come back empty handed. “Well…” it had been some time since she’d partaken, and perhaps it was what they needed to distract themselves. “I suppose I could use a hit or two.” Clara replied, semi-enticingly as Aidan’s figure closed in, one hand creeping up his chest while the other pinched the bag delicately from his grasp. Directing her gaze to her roommate, Clara then chimed with a raised brow. “Does being in a relationship mean you can’t smoke with us, too?” @savstone-rp

Oliver nodded at her words. "Well, that is fair. She's been with me for a while, so she's gotten used to me running around back and forth," he chuckled. He gave a lopsided grin and shook her hand. "Mm, so I take that as my name has been mentioned more than a few times," he noted. "Well, that's something," he said, nodding slowly. "In that case, I guess this is the part where you ask your questions about me that haven't an obvious answer, eh?" he chuckled a bit. "I'll tell you anything you want to know,"

“Well — no, not exactly. I didn’t have a face or a name, but I have heard of you, yes.” When you’ve lived in Merrock as long as she had, knew as many of its occupants as she did, it wasn’t hard to make the connection. “I could ask, but I’m not all too keen on meddling with my brothers sex life.” And she wasn’t about to exploit any of his secrets, either. At this point in time, it was best for Clara to keep her mouth shut. Wiping her brow, a few beads of sweat finally sliding down freckled skin, the blonde took another swig of water before returning the cap and placing it aside. “Anyway, we should probably keep going. As much as I love to gossip and play twenty questions, we’ve got a job to do.”

“Dog. Border Collie. Her name is Lizzie,” Oliver said. “Mm, cats are something special,” he agreed with a nod. His thoughts moved to Daisy, of whom he had become quite fun of. “I’ve been told that I followed my grandfather around everywhere and I had a strange obsession with peanut butter…” he chuckled with a thoughtful smile. He blinked a bit as her eyes fell on him and he straightened up a little. His eyes shifted back and forth a little bit. Maybe it was the nerves, maybe it was the weather. But he could tell she was thinking and putting things together. He watched her reaction and then smiled a little bit once he saw her grin. “Ah, lovely to meet you too, Clara. Oliver,” his lips curled up into a small, sheepish smile. “So I take it you’ve heard of me…”

“I can see that.” Clara said after a moment, lips tugged at their corners amused. “If I had the time for a dog, I’d probably consider it — but I’m always on the go, really.” Whether it be with work, late nights socialising, running errands. When she did have a moment to herself, she preferred to spend it in her greenhouse. Noting the man’s name, she dusted off her gloves against her overalls and rose to her feet with a steady breath. “The pleasures mine, I’m sure.” Clara replied, extending her gloved hand to shake Oliver’s. “Vaguely. Nicki likes to keep his escapades discreet; something we have in common. I like to conduct my own investigations, though.”