Kit Jameson

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Colt shook his head. “She just needs time and kindness.” Despite being a vet, he didn’t believe in medicating animals unless it was the only option. They didn’t have a choice, and it was the human’s job to discern if it was a necessary element or something that was done to just make the companionship easier. The latter didn’t strike him as the right thing. “Just because she’s hurt, she’s going through something, that doesn’t give me the excuse to get her stoned. It won’t help her in the long run and it’d be selfish of me as it would be just to make it easier on me.” Colt had seen glimmers of a normal dog in there. She would come around. “She’ll sleep on the floor next to me. It’s a big step for her.” There might be some salvation for Colt there too. If he did right by her, maybe he could restore himself in the process. Colt’s lips did turn into a smile fully at the mention of his companionship and he elbowed her. “You’re just mad because I encourage you to stop being a bitch ass and put more weight on the rack. And yes, I think you’re the one who doesn’t know how to cook. I went from married life to sad, divorced man life. I had to learn - I was used to a certain way of living.”

“You’re right, I mean, you are the vet here.” Kit shrugged. “Oh, I don’t think it can get them stoned if there isn’t any THC in it. I’m talking about the CBD ones, it doesn’t have any of those ‘high affects’- at least for humans. I don’t know if it’s any different with animals?” She tilted her head. At least that was the case for her, the last time she got some weed from her dealer he said it was CBD and she didn’t know what that meant until she tried it and felt absolutely nothing except her knees weren’t hurting and she was in a good mood. “That makes sense though, and I’m sure she appreciates you even if she can’t tell you.” Kit was glad to see the smile appear on his face. The little bit of sunshine she remembered the man showing before. She missed it. “Oh, really? You wanna go there, Colt 45?” She raised a brow, teasing him. “Before you know it I’ll be the one kicking your ass in the ring, right? The student surpasses the teacher- or whatever they say.” She brought her hands up in front of her to mock fight him.” Kit crossed her arms as they walked. “Yeah, well, are you going to teach me or what? I’m not that bad, I don’t usually burn things, I just don’t exactly know many dishes.” She shrugged again.

“That’s all you have to say huh?” Jake asked, wondering what he expected for Kit to say after so long. He hadn’t seen her in years and his life was so drastically different from what it was when they were together. In the last few years he’d really thrown his life away and made so many bad decisions that he didn’t know how to recover from it anymore. He was trying but Jake was never good at doing the right thing. “How are you? How have you been? Can I buy you a coffee?” Maybe she didn’t want to see him and that was why she hadn’t said much or maybe it was just…awkward? Either way, Jake was never the one to acknowledge an uncomfortable situation. He’d rather push that aside and pretend things were fine.

“No, I’ve- uh, imagined this so many ti-“ Kit cut herself off. “What I meant to say is that no, I have much more. I just couldn’t place the words.” She let out a nervous laugh. Kit tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as she nodded. “It’s really great to see you.” She reached out and gave his arm a gentle squeeze. “Of course, I would love to catch up. Sorry –“ She waved at her lazy outfit and hair that was pulled up into a bun. “-you caught me a little hung over,” as if he couldn’t tell. “I’ll have to take a large coffee today.” She joked. “I’ve, well, I’ve been alright. Things with my dad are pretty much the same,” he had been in and out of AA for about a decade now. “I’m managing Industry, it’s pretty much what I’d like to be doing right now except I’d like to own it instead of just run the place.” She had been saving up some money to buy out the owner for years, but she had to dip into it time and time again to help her grandparents with their space rent at the mobile home park, or to pay for her fathers rehab. “What about you, how have you been? You look good.” She couldn’t help herself, she had to give him a once over.

While the stranger took the stage and made it hers, all Sebastian could do was admire her way of owning the song, a small forming on the corner of his lips, brow rose in admiration. Sensing the way the other was enjoying herself, the elementary teacher decided to lose himself and the inhibitions that often tied him down and mimic the other alas, as his time to accompany her approached, Sebastian approached her and started doing a silly little dance as he sang along to the song he knew by heart, the smile not once leaving his face. 

As a person Elliot considered herself to be pretty decisive but when it came to choosing something to watch she was a total lost cause. Elliot hummed in thought but then the idea of Christmas movies was floated about, “well if we are going Christmas Rom Com then I vote Happiest Season because if I’m being forced to watch a cheesy couple I want them gay,” she declared. “Not too bad, I sang at an open mic and have definitely caught the performing bug again.” 

“Have you seen that yet? It makes me SO mad. I have a totally different ship in the movie that I think should have ended up either, but maybe that’s cause I just want to see Kristen and Aubrey together.” Kit said with a full pair of heart eyes on the tv as she scrolled through Hulu to find Happiest Season. “We need more queer holiday movies, forget about coming out movies we have enough of those. I just want movies about gay people living their lives, like make it romance make it comedy, whatever, just make it gay!” Kit shook her head.

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Colt didn’t feel the need to mince words with Kit. She had gone to school with Wes, she knew of him. She likely at least felt the sense of shock over it. Colt clicked his tongue at the thought of Midnight. “She’s fucked. I went into the store to get something with her in the cab, and she tore the seats down to bones.” Colt shook his head. “I wonder what she saw.” The dog was acting like it was war-torn. The CIA had not released details of his brother’s death. Likely because he wasn’t supposed to be in some place that they were. Colt wished Midnight could speak. Did his brother suffer? Did she blame herself? Colt’s hands clenched and unclenched. Rage and grief swirled into deadly cocktail of emotions. Fighting was keeping the pressure off. The valve lifted just enough to keep him from popping off again. At her jest, he actually did smile. It didn’t reach his eyes, but it was nice regardless. “I’m kinda shitty company these days, but I was a black belt and fought on scholarship, so I can teach you a few things.” A smile flickered again. “Anyway, what are you trying to cook? I feel like you can’t cook.”

The news of Wes’s death shook their community, she wanted to stop by and check in on him but she was sure the condolences and loads of food strangers dropped off for him could be overwhelming. “Whatever it was, it doesn’t seem good. Animals get PTSD too, maybe he needs some sort of... animal therapy? Maybe that pet CBD? Either way, he’s in good hands with you.” Kit switched the shoulder that she kept her produce bag. “You’re saying this as if you weren’t shitty company before.” She winked. “Okay, show off, sign me up.” Kit’s mouth fell open in shock at his comment, entirely entertained. She reached out to gently smack his arm with the back of her hand while they walked. “You think, that between the two of us, I’m the one who doesn’t know how to cook?” She swiftly deflected the question. After her mom left her dad kind of gave up. Sure he was a great dad, but she missed out on that part and instead generally relied on takeout or one of the only five dishes her dad taught her to make. She tried following recipes but she didn’t always execute them well.

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Something about the first love seemed to never go away. He’d heard people say that over the years, that your first was always gonna have a place in your heart, that they’d be special forever but he’d never really known what it meant. At least until Kit. She was the one who he’d first fallen for. She was the one who made his heart flutter and his pulse race. When things had inevitably not worked out, because truthfully she was too good for him and always had been, he’d never openly admitted how much it hurt. “Only a small puddle on my new boots.” Jake smiled down at the familiar brunette. “Hey stranger.”

Kit blinked a few times, taking in the man before her. He looked older, he looked good. A flood of emotions ran through her. He had the same sharp features and he towered over her as he always had. “Jake?” Her lips turned up into a smile, her cheeks inexplicitly red as she tucked her wet hair behind her ear. “Jake!” Kit was happy to see him. Of course they said it ended on good terms, but she would still always feel guilty about leaving town and would often think about what could have been for them. She wanted to reach out and pull him into a hug but she was stopped by two things, being soaking wet and the fact that he might not want a hug from her. She ignored the pit in her stomach even as it filled with butterflies.

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“Oh yeah that’s true. Or is she going to be one of those kids who just throws everything in the closet and shuts the door quickly?” He asked. “Because well I think that’s something that she got from me.” He mentioned to her as he laughed. “I used to just throw that shit in there and pray that it didn’t come back out at me and then my parents would open it to pick out an outfit and it just all came out in front of them.” He laughed as he moved with her towards the actual rink and nodded in agreement. “Of course! I would love to get some tacos after this!” He explained. 

“In that case, it’s my pleasure” the eldest chuckled, bowing playfully as he walked up to the stage. As the other inquired on the song to choose, he pondered dramatically for a second, arching a brow wickedly upon reaching a conclusion. “I say we start with Lay All Your Love and if they are a good crowd, we can give them Dancing Queen later, what do you think?” Seb suggested, grabbing a spare microphone as he reached the spot next to the brunette. Growing up, he had dome some theatre upon finding his love for musical theatre after listening to Rent for the first time, so big crowds weren’t really a problem to the teacher and, judge by the way the other carried herself, he doubted it was a problem for her too. 

Kit smiled wide, the shot she had on the way to the stage warming her belly yet she felt sober. “Brilliant.” She gave the man a nod and scooched over to share the small stage. “You heard the man.” She called to the sound guy just off the side of the stage. Kit stepped to the music lightly, her shoulders moving back and forth as she danced. Her friends cheered her on from a dark corner in the back. Kit looked over at the man and rose the mic to sing the first verse. She sang confidently and, in her opinion, better than she had in a while. 

Location: Kit’s apartment @elliotlozano

Location: The Rattlesnake @sebastian-warren​

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“Oh look at that, I do that too. That’s how I show Sophia that we are cleaning up and I am going to kick myself in the ass when I tell her to clean up when she is older and that’s how she’s going to do it.” He laughed whole shaking his head and he knew that was the truth. There were probably so many bad habits that he was going to teach her and he was going to regret in the years to come. “Well if you get hurt because I’m getting hurt then I am no help to you.” He laughed. “I can talk you through how to help me after I hurt myself.” he suggested to her as he nudged her softly and then he got up and tried to roll away the best he could but it wasn’t that fast.