"Lost kid... yeah... that's... that'd be my department. I'll give it a shot. Kids kind of think I don't suck." He laughs at his own floundering and motions. "Lead the way, Superman." He's not sure how to get the kid to tell him past going uncle Hunter mode, but he is still gonna try. As they walk, he questions. "How tall are you? Stupid, I know. It's just not often I meet someone that is actually taller than me, it's blowing my mind."

clarke shouldve been mad. everything in her was telling her that she should be pissed because he knew she was at work. maybe it was a prank? seeing if he could make the EMT get embarrassed while surrounded by her colleagues. all the EMTs on call had working relationships with the fire department. whenever there was a call, usually a bus wasnt far behind. exchanging phone numbers in case of emergency or needing to figure out schedules only made sense. what didnt make sense was why she was looking at very very naked firefighter that she would undoubtedly see sometime this week. the blonde tucked her phone closer to her, taking a quick glance behind her even though she knew that there was no way they could see her phone while she was in the back of the bus. she had to admit that he was handsome and well—built. well built. it wasnt like she hadnt wondered what was on under his uniform, what his beard would like between her thighs. god, she needed to get laid. her gaze lingered a bit longer before she huffed at herself as she finally tapped the keyboard on her phone.        [ to: scott ] you did this on purpose       [ to: scott ] well youre not funny       [ to: scott ] and how do you take good nudes? who are you?      

Or Shannon or Crystal as these girls are lesser used and need some love!

she tries to explain --- several times --- that this is all she has in the world. it’s pathetic, but it’s her reality. a few suitcases ( mostly clothes ), cell phone, a few photos of her, elena, and katherine from their trip to bora bora last summer. everything else was taken.  stolen.  seized by the guys her dad pissed off. which just reminds her that he’s the one that should be here, not her. and yet he’s still in new york, trying to ‘sort things out’ before he can come bring her back. but bill’s not exactly reliable. she’s not exactly surprised when the four voicemails she leaves him about her room being on  freaking fire  don’t get a response. if she died, he could at least get the life insurance money. one of the guys --- tall, hot, typical firefighter ( elena would be batting her eyelashes and doing that annoyingly flirtatious laugh in a second ) --- comes to stand in front of her and it takes her a moment to process what he’s saying.  ❝ yeah, ❞  her voice is somewhat muted and she reaches out to take his hand, shaking it awkwardly. if she looked any less disheveled than she does, she might have flirted.nay, she definitely would have flirted. the guy’s a definite july on the shirtless, hot guy, firefighter calendar.  ❝ how bad? ❞  the entire motel hasn’t set aflame, so that’s good. but she’s still too scared to ask. craning to look over his shoulder, she tries to see the level of damage, but judging from what she can see, it’s a lot less than the ball of flame she made it out to be.  ❝ oh am i --- ❞  she feels dumb for a second, looking back at him. he’s probably waiting for something.  ❝ is this like a tipping situation? ❞ she’s helpless. pathetic. no doubt she’ll be able to see it reflected in his eyes. solitary, pathetic, new york princess can’t even heat up one lasagna without burning down her hotel room, doesn’t know proper firefighter etiquette.  ❝ i’m...new here. ❞

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