red like roses

it’s been a few days since gabi got her injury in her gym. one of the weights fell on gabi’s foot, it is not the best feeling a person could ask for. she had just left the pharmacy to take her medication. one of her crutches fell to the floor as she tried to open the door, she tried to reach the crutches as long as her back tried to hold the door. “oh come on.” She whispered to herself as she tried to reach the crutches. @shstarters​

The smile on her lips could only be described as ecstatic. It was truly the one thing in life that got her so excited she couldn’t contain herself. “Thanks,” she said with a large smile, “Oh! Baking! I’m not surprised you’re doing that, you’ve always been amazing at it.” she smiled. “I’m sure, that before you know it, you’ll have your own bakery.” She hoped that when that day came that she’d be there for the opening, that she’d get one of the first cupcakes or loaves of bread – she had always wanted to see her oldest friend make their dream come true. “You always deserve to be happy Pan.” she said taking a hesitant step towards her friend, the need to hug or hold her was strong but she stopped herself, not sure if it would be wanted. “I wanted to be there for you. I was happy to help shoulder the weight, to deal with your anger and sadness – whatever it was. I wanted to be there for you… but I get it. You needed that space, to separate from it.” she sighed, glancing away for a few moments before she looked back to Pandora. “I would love to. We can make up for lost time – one way or another.” she said and reached out with a hand, a smile on her lips. “We can have dinner? catch up – fully. truly. not just a little grocery store banter?”

          chris bobs her head in a nod. it makes sense even though she can’t REALLY relate. “ well, that’s great —— i LOVE trying new things. keeps life exciting. plus you’re much better bar company than the creep last time, trust me. ” she goes back to her drink, and levels a wink at ronnie over the rim of her glass before her attention is back on the woman. “ so what do you normally do ? like i said, bit new in town and i’m ALWAYS taking suggestions. ”

He shook his head quickly, “Of course, I’m fine.” He promised with a grin, tucking the flask–still reasonably full–back into in pocket before they began walking towards the back gate together. “I only had one drink; I spilled the over one all over myself, remember?” Ryder laughed teasingly, adding, “But don’t worry, I have more alcohol in my van.” He hummed, chuckling. “I can’t tell you, or it would ruin the surprise.” He explained as they walked towards his van. Quickly, he let go of her hand and opened the passenger door for her–to be both chivalrous and because sometimes it was sticky–and once she climbed in he ran around to the drivers door and hopped in. “I just hope you know how to swim.” He added, hinting towards what they were up to.

“Ahh, I see. Guess there isn’t really a beach around here, anyway, which is a shame because beaches are the best.” He mused, taking another sip of his drink and setting the empty cup down next to him. “Perfect, tomorrow- it’s a date.” He said casually, eyeing her take another sip from the flask before taking another one himself, feeling the slight heat from the liquid rush down his throat. “You don’t?” He questioned with a cocked eyebrow, his brain instantly swirling with ideas for what he could do to change that. “Hell yeah! That’s what I like to hear, come with me; I have an idea. My ride’s out front, follow me.” He smiled, standing up and offering her his hand.

“Do you? I’ve never seen you before. What’s your name?” He asked genuinely. “Love that bakery–Try and go there before a shift if I can. I love your ginger bread.” He complimented. “Uhm..I don’t know. I just..I was good at school. I liked biology, but I was also very fast; so I just went to med school and realised Trauma & the ER. Was my kind of play ground. It’s hard–But it’s what I love to do.”

“ a major risk when going out alone but also a great way to meet people too , one of those bittersweet things . ” camila takes the seat beside pandora as she speaks , wine left to rest on the bar in front of her as she hands her purse on the small hook under the bar . “ slower than usual but it gave me plenty of time to deep clean the place . i would’t advertise it but you could eat off those floors , that’s how clean they are . ” she laughs softly as the bartender checks on their drinks , a nod letting them know she’s doing okay . “ how’s your day off going ? ”

“Yeah– I’m a detective there.” Adam said with a small nod. “Nice to meet you Pandora, – You have a pretty name.” He said and smiled at her. “I’ve had some company by my co-workers but they have children to put to bed so I told them it’s okay and stayed here. What about you?” He asked back.

“Yeah, I lived right on the beach so I spent almost all of my time there. Have you ever been?” Was he exaggerating a bit? Sure. But she didn’t need to know that he lived in a van, it wasn’t important at that time. Ryder laughed, nodding, “How does tomorrow work for you?” He questioned, cocking a brow. “Oh, you’re looking to get drunk then?” He smirked, pulling out a flask from his back pocket and handing it over to her. “Well, I think I can help you out with that… This stuff is pretty strong.” He grinned before nodding once more. “Yep, simple as that. Spun the globe, here I am. I like to fly by the seat of my pants, I guess; keeps life interesting.” He hummed, “Well, you can be glad you’ve met me, then, I can help you get loose. I’m here to help however possible, including getting loose.” He clicked his tongue, leaning back on his palms, “Well I’m not one to judge, but it might be part of your problem. What’s the last spontaneous thing you’ve ever done?”

𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐒  ,  feeling  more  relaxed  now  that  at  least  there  was  someone  on  the  busy  street  that  understood  her  plight  ,  ❛    oh  don’t  you  worry  ,  your  secret  is  safe  with  me   ❜  as  if  to  prove  this  ,  she  makes  a  zipper  motion  with  her  fingers  across  her  mouth  before  she  introduces  herself  ,  ❛    oh  ,  sorry  ,  yeah  i’m  isabelle  collins  and  i  really  appreciate  your  help    ❜

          will rolls his eyes at her joke, but there’s a slight small on his face all the same. “ yeah —- sure, ” he says. still, there’s part of him that feels a little guilty for dodging the question yet again — even if he really doesn’t owe pandora anything in the end. they’re… friends ? will doesn’t know about that one, but they’re something, now though — considering they keep bumping into each other. “ it’s okay. i get that — probably going to crash the moment i get home too. ” after a nice long stretch because he can already feel his muscles tightening up again. the tv has thankfully moved on from sports, and the onlookers in question engrossed with food just brought to their table. will’s stomach grumbles as he watches.

He smiled as the girl agreed for him to keep her company. “Yes, that’s me. Adam Perrie– I don’t think we never officially met so.” He replied as he gave her his hand to shake.

“makes sense, there are only two types of people who carry around trays of cookies.” he smiles at the thought. “top notch. i have to visit more often.” romeo murmurs, giving the femme a nod at her question. they adored being pet and would probably be under her once she starts. grinning from ear to ear, romeo shrugs his shoulders, “someone had given him to me on the street and i just couldn’t let him go from then.” he confess thinking about the experience, “i never thought i’d have a duck as a pet.” he points out, humming as the woman went on her rant about dried fruit. chuckling, romeo responds, “you seem very passionate about it. i take it, you’ve never been a fan of raisins? or any fruits that are dry.”

“Baking? What do you bake? —” He was genuinely interested. Feeling a bit more refreshed speaking to someone who wasn’t speaking about surgery, alcohol or affairs. “Homebody? I wish I was.. I have an apartment but I actually spend 0 time in it. Waste of rent isn’t it?” Rob chuckled at her remark. “A bar fly? That’s something I’ve never heard of…Actually I’m Head of Trauma at the hospital.” He lifted his glass. “This, takes the edge of.”