forget regret

They were trying to finish decorating her tree, but had spent the last five minutes laughing over her printed out photo of her cat, Artemis, that she intended to put up on top. “Listen! In my defense, I couldn’t decide between a star and an angel!” she giggled, defending herself. “So I chose both! He’s going to look so handsome there!” she insisted, snatching the photo out of Sheppard’s hands.

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“I’m pretty excited. It’s not a major holiday like Rosh Hashanah is, but the stores have so much stuff out for it, since Hanukkah is near Christmas. I remember getting my first non-college apartment place and throwing my first Hanukkah party. It was so exciting to be able to decorate my place. I felt like I was adulting when I was at Target, buying decorations for Hanukkah.”  

“Of course! I wouldn’t want to be crushing on any old actor, yknow. Might as well have someone I don’t mind looking at,” she teased, laughing. “You’re obviously doing something right, if you’re getting parts.”

“That’s true. Nothing bad at all,” she agreed. “It does, but hopefully we can find a replacement soon. They’ll be holding auditions in the next couple days if you’re interested,” she said, shrugging. “I’d be happy to put in a good word for you with the director.”

“Well I can’t say that I haven’t done it before. So I guess I understand.” A pleasant smile was on her face, contrasting her earlier behavior. “I’m sorry about before, you must think I’m a bitch…You would be right.” Sutton let out a light laugh. “I’m Sutton.” She introduced herself, holding out a hand for him.

“It’s surprisingly easy to do,” he smiled back at her before waving his hand dismissively at her next comment.  “I’m the one that just ran up and started asking you a billion questions all at once,” he shrugged.  Shepp looked at her hand before taking it.  “I’m Sheppard.  It’s nice to meet you, Sutton.”

“Is it bad that I want to join the Facebook page? I just want to watch sweet old ladies sharing all their cookie jars,” she said, her face lighting up. She laughed at his raisin comment, shaking her head. “Yeah! We’re about to finish up rehearsals but the guy playing Josh is most likely getting fired soon. He’s been a complete asshole since day one.”

“Yeah, seriously,” she said with a grin, chuckling. When he came back, she shrugged. “You really don’t have to do anything,” she said. “It was the right thing to do and all that. I’m glad I could help.”

“Ah, come on.  You did a nice thing, which people are a lot less likely to do these days.  Let me buy you some coffee or something,” he offered with a small shrug. 

Dean looked over at his stuff and nodded before responding. “Yeah, go ahead,” he said with a light smile. “I’ll keep an eye on it.” He chuckled a little and ran a hand through his hair and shaking his head. “I’ve been in your position before so don’t worry about it, okay?”

“Thank you,” he said before going to grab a cart.  “I don’t know why I tend to underestimate myself when I go shopping.  But Christmas stuff is out now and I couldn’t help it,” he laughed.

“Absolutely! I was thrilled to see the Hanukkah decorations out right now, since there’s less than a month before Hanukkah starts this year. Hey, no problem .Hell, I still gotta get more stuff,” said Hodaya.  

“Ugh, I cannot stop crying,” Piper groaned as she wiped her eyes again. “Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely think it was time to bow out of Hamilton and move on but I’m going to miss it so much. It was the best job I’ve ever had and my castmates really became family. Plus I am so not looking forward to the auditioning process again.”

“I know how that goes,” he said, sitting down next to her and offering her a napkin that he’d picked up when he’d picked his cup of coffee up this morning.  “My contract’s up in a couple of weeks and then I don’t know what I’m going to do.  I’m already depressed about it.”  He crossed his legs and took a sip of his mocha before he sighed.  “You were great, though.  So I’m sure you won’t have any problem getting a new gig.”

He shrugged, pushing the cart. “Uh, fine. I ate two cinnamon sugar Eggos this morning, forgot to take my antidepressant and wound up napping for 6 hours on the sofa with Great British Bake-Off playing in the background. Missed at least half a season and have to go all the way back.” He looked down at the cart. “And.. I’m buying some lemons, to make my apartment look presentable.”

“I hate it when that happens,” he offered, shaking his head.  “I can’t say it’s ever happened because I forgot to take my meds, though.  Because if I forget to do that, there’s a really big chance that it’ll actually kill me.  Anti-rejection medication sucks,” he admitted.  “That’s a really good idea, actually.  I should get some, too.  Not that it’ll actually help, because my apartment looks like a disaster, but a guy can dream, right?”

“Yeah, I just did that, too. Meant to get some cleaning supplies, cake mix, a few odds and ends, but then I saw the Hanukkah stuff. I’ll watch your stuff while you grab a cart.”

“Aw, how sweet! That sounds so precious. I wonder if they have conventions where they buy cookie jars and bake together and compare collections,” she wondered aloud. “Ew, I would never subject anyone to those. I like raisins, but they don’t belong in cookies,” she said, scrunching her nose as well in response. “Wait. You play Jack in Newsies, don’t you?”