#c:lachlan

  Lachlan was one of his best friend. Evan looked out for the other and always got their back, he was someone that was there for him when he was sick and they were close and had a strong bond. He knew that he did not get a chance to hang out with them much because of his job and so, he decided to text them on his day off to hang out and do some stuff. Plus, Evan had dragged Lachlan to the pet store as well has others stores. “You should spend sometime with Jasper. I am sure he will like you after all he likes everyone,” he replied smiling as he looked through through some of the toys and collar for his pet cat. Evan loved to spoil his cat any chance he got. “How have you been?” he asked looking at his friend. 

It had been a long exhausting day at Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital for Graciella. She’d been on her feet all day, spending most of it in the operating room and the rest of it on the pediatrics ward. Graciella loved being on the pediatrics ward, but it had been completely full today and she had been running between codes, pages and surgery all day. After a day like that, she really needed a drink. Pushing the door open Graciella slid into Joe’s Bar and started looking around for a familiar face. The last days, or the last week even, had been rough for a lot of the hospital staff and most of them usually came to Joe’s after a rough day, so Graciella figured she would find someone. However, no one she knew well was in sight. Not letting that stop her from having a drink Graciella headed up to the bar and took a seat on a bar stool. “Hi. Could I have a gin and tonic, please?” Graciella asked Joe with a friendly smile on her face and then started taking off her jacket. As she did so she accidently hit someone with her arm movements. Swiftly she turned to face who she had hit. “I’m so sorry, I was just taking off my jacket I didn’t mean to-” Graciella interrupted heself as she noticed who it was and went quiet as the shyness in her took over. 

@lachlanhenderson

It was 6:00 p.m. but Darcy still sipped on a cup of black coffee flavored with rum. She had her tired traditions that kept her sane in a town like this. She’d finish her cup, then take a quick nap to recharge and head out for patrol. At the moment, she shuffled through papers trying to connect one disappearance to another but a breeze tangled the trees just through the balcony door. Autumn was moving into Ashbourne and the thought of a chilly breezing blowing into her duplex apartment was comforting. 

As soon as she slide the door in it’s tracts, the smell of barque filled her senses. For a moment, she wondered if a house was on fire. This neighborhood, the most affordable in Ashbourne, wasn’t exactly known for it’s friendly community. Curiosity got the best of her and Darcy took a step outside, eye scanning from her vantage point. It seemed her new neighbor was grilling. 

A small smile formed on her lips. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t been watching him since the day he moved in. The view from the second floor made it easy to keep eyes on broad shoulders and blonde hair. He seemed harmless enough, but Darcy had made that assumption too many times before. Still, her interest was peaked as she saw him flipping vegetables and she called out. “Hey!” She waved her mug when he located her. “I’ll trade you a couple of beers for a plate.” 

Walking down the street, Isaac passes by Lachlan’s bar. The windows had been dark for a few weeks now, much like most businesses. With the lack of food and water, people were using money less and less and items of value were more likely to be bartered with. On this night however, Isaac notices a dim glow through the window, an odd occurrence for a supposedly empty bar. He opens it slowly, concerned that someone has broken in. Quietly stepping inside, he inches towards the back of the bar. As he peers around into the office, ready to call out whoever it is, he quickly realizes that it’s Lach herself. He silently shakes his head, and clears his throat so as to make his presence known. 

“Sorry,” he says quietly, hoping not to startle her. “Thought someone might have broken in. But it looks like the only one trespassing here is me. Don’t worry, I’m not infected.” He adds the last sentence quickly, knowing that’s usually the first thing on people’s minds nowadays.