don't talk to me

Georgia shrugged, trying to play coy, “Maybe. Maybe not. We’ll see.” Though, given that Georgia would have let him into her bed at any point. She figured that was apparent by the baking of the cake and the invitation for skinny dipping. Unlike her, yes, but Joel was something else. She nodded, a small smile, “I have an excellent poker face. The one life skill of being an actor I suppose.” A laugh followed the comment, never able to take herself seriously when she called herself that. Felt too much like some bad Glee character. Georgia followed Joel pretty closely as they got in the Jet, taking a seat somewhere she could be next to time, chuckling,  “This is a pretty classy jet… I’m gonna say glass for that reason alone.”

“Same,” she responded with a soft smile. She wasn’t sure how, given that Georgia and Joel had a sorted past that included Joel never seeing her, but now that they spoke? Joel saw Georgia for who she was, even the ugly parts like the night she punched him. She appreciated not being seen as something other than the person to look over. “I think it’s a big deal,” she stated softly, unsure of whether he meant it or not. “I think everyone should have a family that loves and cares for them and that they’re close to and I’m sorry you didn’t get to experience that,” her voice remained quiet and gentle, eyes looking over at him. She didn’t pity him, she just felt for him. “Next family outing the Dyers have you’re coming with me, okay?” She cracked a soft smile, poking at his side, “Thanks for paying.” She nodded, licking at the ice cream, “A walk sounds good, yeah. Maybe we could go to the creek?”

“Well, suppose I read it wrong then,” she stated with a small shrug. “My dad will get over it Joel. He still thinks I’m the 7 year old who sleeps with a night light and can still hop on his back for piggy back rides. My dad was upset, but that doesn’t mean it was your fault. I’m an adult who chose to participate in breaking in. Joel, the only reason I’ve been unhappy is because you keep blaming yourself and using it as a shitty excuse to stay away from me or get me to stay away from you.” She paused, sighing softly, “I like spending time with you, Joel.” Georgia decided on some mint chocolate chip, stepping aside as they waited so that others could place their orders. “I’m sorry y’all aren’t close,” she stated quietly. Georgia couldn’t imagine that. Her family was her everything. “Nah… my parents are my best friends actually. Everyone growing up says it sounded kinda sad when I said that but my mom? I can talk to her about anything. My dad? Always willing to go grab food with me, even if it’s the middle of the night. They still carry my ass up the stairs on Christmas when I get drunk off the egg nog, despite my being an adult. Sounds kinda like best friends to me. Who cares if they’re my parents too.” 

Georgia really couldn’t explain it. How when she was with Joel it seemed that the rest of the world faded away. That she wasn’t the shy girl that people took turns walking over. When she was with Joel she felt seen, she felt stronger, she felt like she was becoming more herself than she had been previously. She knew he had money, and access to things like a private jet and random trips to Vegas, but that wasn’t really what Georgia was excited about. Yes, it’s cool, but it was the fact she got to spend time with him. Her eyes widened, looking at the jet and then at Joel, “You really are trying to get in my pants tonight, huh?” She joked, of course. Interlocking their fingers together as they walked towards the jet she pulled herself up closer to him, “Wanna tell me what all we’re doing tonight?” 

“When would the Fast and Furious franchise ever be relative to any conversation?” She countered. 

“When would dinosaurs be relative to conversation? People actually care about cars and not creatures that have gone extinct. I mean, until we use all their resources.”

Joel certainly wasn’t the type that Santiago usually hired, and his surname already provided a lot of added drama it seemed, but he hated to see anyone beg. “Fine. One chance, I’ll give you an interview.”

“Okay, great. Right now? I’m available now.”

“Well, he was being a dick,” she murmured. She hadn’t planned to physically assault the man but when her verbal threats had just brought back sarcastic comments that worried her more about Del’s safety, she kinda lost it. Moving her hand to give him a small high five, chuckling, “Probably shoulda used my words and all that but, too late for that.” She shrugged, arms crossing over her stomach. She wasn’t sure when, or if, Del would ever talk to her again. It was a sore subject, she didn’t want to talk about it. “I’d say go ask Viv since I just quit. You could take my old position but I’m sure she’s already replaced it. I can ask if Brynn knows of anything down at the courthouse, but I don’t know. Have you tried Harry? Might really piss of Knox but I think he could use help.” 

She shrugged her shoulders at him with a playful smile and a rise of her eyebrows before she joined him on the couch. “Yeah, anything by him is great and easy watching.” Even though she knew they wouldn’t end up finishing film anyway, it was worth putting something on that would good to watch in the beginning. “I’d either go with Happy Gilmore or The Longest Yard as my top picks for him.”

Joel took another drink, practically finishing his margarita. “Good choices.” Putting the glass on an end table, he searched the movies settling on The Longest Yard. He searched his arm on the back of the couch relaxing in the seat. He looked over at Adrianna. “Let me know when you want a refill. I have plenty of mix.”

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“Twenty dollars right now, all yours, no strings attached,” Sol states, holding up the twenty he spoke of, before adding one string adjacent caveat, “If you can guess the weirdest cause of a fire I’ve ever uncovered. One guess maximum. Go.”

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“Dude, be gentle.” Ace groaned as the other dropped him rather abruptly  — or was it just him feeling it that way? — on the seat and his head spun and throbbed as if someone was hammering inside. It had probably been a bad idea to drink that much and he was facing the consequences now in the form of a raging headache. “Wait, what’d ya’ do with my glass?” The words coming out slurring. “It was still full!”

They were kicked out, which didn’t make any sense. Joel didn’t even show up with this drunk man. He recognized Ace, not at first, though. He was used to him in uniform, but Joel eventually recognized him after a few moments of conversation, but it was too late. The bartender kicked them out and Joel helped Ace over to Star Diner throwing him in a booth. “Calm down, Princess.” Joel slid into the seat across from him. “They took it when they threw us out.” He furrowed his eyebrows. “What’s even your problem? Can you not handle your liquor? Isn’t that a policeman’s specialty?”

Taylor had just left Busy Bee’s with a bouquet of purple lilies for her house, since the last one had died on her. She stepped out onto the sidewalk, not even noticing that the heel of her shoe started to break off, until it did, making her trip and quickly hold on to something.”Oh no….no, no no, no….” she whined, looking down at her precious heel. “I had these for three summers now, why did you break…” @frostfordstart​

“This ain’t a wedding dress, Joel Abernathy. It’s red! If we get married I have to be in white. I’m an innocent and pure individual,” she teased with a small giggle following. “You’re serious?” her cheeks flushed a bright red as it became more clear that he was actually taking her to Vegas. She had never been outside of Alabama for anything other than a couple family vacations growing up. She loved big cities though. Dreamed of working in Broadway in NYC, maybe eventually doing a Vegas show if she ever made it with her songs. “You’re ridiculous,” she stated with a small grin, “amazing but also ridiculous.” Grinning as she shut her door behind her, skipping out forwards Joel’s vehicle, “I have everything yeah.” She was like an excited kid on Christmas. Ready to see what he had in store.

“Well,” she stated, “I pretty much severed every single small thread that kept Delilah from hating me when I walked over and kicked him in the balls, so if you see her and she wants to listen to you… maybe you can try and talk some sense into her?” Though, she was sure that Chris would end things. If he knew what was best for himself. That and he cared about Delilah like he claimed to. “I’m not sure that’s true,” she stated with a soft smile, “I’m sure that people are willing to give you a chance. An interview is all you need to get in the door, then show them that you really want to contribute to the team and all that. Even with all this town knows about us, some of them are willing to see past the bullshit. I have to believe that.”