#derekxaranda

character — @derekxaranda

While he owed no one his story, he'd wanted to share it. Derek had known about his sister rolling into town, had known that some family strife had happened, but it was the fine details after the fact that he'd played close to the vest. "I want to start off by saying, order whatever you want. It's on me. Consider it a thank you for making the drive and hanging out for a little." He was kid and responsibility free and with time on his hands, it was best spent in the company of another rather than on his own time. "Oh, and I wanted to ask you if you had any days freed up? I've been wanting to hit the slopes and wanted some company out there. It's always better if there's a chance I can beat someone who knows what they're doing," he half teased, half suggested with a barely there grin hanging off the corner of his mouth. "You have to try out their riblets. Hands down the best appetizer on the menu."

Though Phoebe would insist her sniffling was the result of the cold weather and not at all related to tears caused a certain chef she was not thinking about -- she couldn't deny that her Christmas spirit had been diminished slightly since going to the damn markets anyway.

Deciding a movie would be the perfect fix for it (sitting in the dark for multiple hours without feeling the need to talk to anyone and getting to experience one of her favorite Christmas movies on the big screen? Win-win in her eyes) Phoebe was taken aback by the amount of people filling up the small movie theater, suddenly hyper aware she was here on her own when everyone else seemed to be with their families and loved ones. She scoped the aisles, avoiding couples when she could, eventually finding an empty seat away from the majority of the chaos. "Hey, is this seat taken? I promise I'm great to like, sit with at the movies, I don't ask questions or steal snacks. I'm not like, crashing a date or family bonding time am I? If I am, I can totally buy you a popcorn and a slurpee to make up for it."

character: @derekxaranda​​ & maya.

character — @derekxaranda

Thanks to the rum and cokes she'd been sipping on, the worry of what the night would hold was practically nonexistent. At least, it had been until she knocked shoulders with another while trying to squeeze into a reasonable spot to hear the comedian on stage. "I'm sorry," she quickly apologized, though her gaze caught the person on the other side of her innocent shoulder check. "Derek," she hummed in a greeting, forgetting about the ring that hugged her left hand as the liquor coursed through her veins. "It's been awhile, yeah? How've you been?"

status: closed for @derekxaranda

It was always nice to be given an extended invitation to be a guest lecturer at the college, an opportunity Mallory snatched up every time it had been offered to her over the course of her career, even moreso now from living in a town with an institution right on her doorstop. She spoke in a couple of morning Econ classes, having a few more Business ones scheduled for the afternoon, so she decided to stay on campus to make more use of her time, deciding to set up camp in the library to get some work in. Whilst a part of her was relieved that it was busy to the brim with students, faculty and the public, it did grate on Mallory slightly there was no where more private for her. She eventually found a table, empty with the exception of a man, only pausing and asking out of common courtesy rather than feeling like she had permission to sit. “Hi, you wouldn’t mind if I sat here, right?” Laptop hovering just above the wooden table-top.

location: Cheers!

character — @derekxaranda

"Thanks for coming out, man. I really just wanted the company. I've gotta ride the property line on the ATV and figured you could use some killer views. It shouldn't take no more than an hour, but fear not. I've got snacks and I packed a cooler for if we get thirsty. Booze and non-booze included." Of course, they'd either take their time with it or rush through, but if Derek had the day, Atlas opted to avoid the latter. "If you need anything before we head out, now's your chance."

character — @derekxaranda

"On a scale of one to ten, how much of a chance do you think we have against everyone else? My shoulders aren't what they used to be, but my heart is totally in it." He peered down at the paddles and life vests that were theirs for the taking and meant for competition. If they won, they'd have a set of nice kayaks and while he'd never been one to get out on the water much, maybe this would change his mind. "How much do you think kayaks would run us? Just wondering how much I should put into this and if I should text Ken to get the icy-hot ready for when it's over."