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Mason had really fucking missed pie. He didn’t consider himself as having much of a sweet tooth but Miss Clara’s pies had been amazing his entire life. When he was younger, he’d saved up a bit and taken his sister here as much as he could, so that they could both have something nice and stay away from the nightmare that had been their home. Even after she’d moved out, Mason had found himself coming here, sometimes with her, sometimes on his own, at least once a week. Then he’d been in jail and had missed these pies for five years. Naturally, he was making up for lost time now and had to come by multiple times a week just to get his fill. 

Settled in a table, he’d just finished a piece of delicious cherry pie when someone he was pretty sure had moved away from town a long time ago walked through the door. Mason blinked, surprised, before he broke out into a grin. “Well, shit, look who grew up hot.” He called out, amused, as he got up from his table to walk over to Leo. They’d both been young last time they’d seen each other but damn if they hadn’t spent some quality time together during their teen years. Mason knew he was hot too, always had been, but his boyish good looks had matured into even more handsomeness. “How long you been back in town? Thought you left this place in your rearview ages ago.” 

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Max’s shift at the hospital had finished just before dinner time so he was excited that he’d actually get to eat with Bea tonight. Maybe they’d pick something up special, her pick, or he could see if she wanted to make pizzas at home. He’d leave it up to her. He was tired, obviously, but he basically ran on caffeine and tired was essentially a state of being so he was used to it. 

He let himself into Leo’s enormous house and glanced around again, shaking his head a little. Never in a million years would he be able to afford a place like this. Not that it really mattered, they had a decent little house that he and Ginny had worked to make homey, but it wasn’t anything close to the opulence of Leo’s place. Listening to see if he could hear where they might be, he couldn’t yet so he wandered through the rooms until he heard their animated voices. Smiling a little, he followed the sounds and leaned in the doorway, smiling a little. “Looks like you two are having fun.” 

Something foul this way came - that was what the follicles in his ‘fro and the rhythm in his feet were telling him. Whatever it was, he could feel the life of the party draining and the fire in his soul wither with its arrival. Just as he was trying to teach his Lotad to dance with those three left feet of his, too. He ceased dancing, and the tip of his foot stopped the music pounding from his boombox. His Lotad, who was completely immersed in the beat, was caught off guard the abrupt stop and tripped up, landing flat on its face. Normally, Miror B. would leap to his Pokemon’s side in they so much as stubbed their toe, but his attention was stolen by that terrible boy in the horrid jacket who arrived on the scene.

Miror B. liked to consider himself a pretty laid-back guy. He knew how to roll with the punches and get back on his feet if he somehow managed to trip up. Yet there wasn’t a soul in the Pokemon World that could make his blood boil like that little renegade could. The way he just strolls in thinking he owns the place just to ruin everyone’s good time - what an obnoxious young thing. Still, it wasn’t every day Miror B. met somehow who could equal him (yes, equal, that’s the story he’s sticking to) in battle. Having a rival to push you to excel was hardly a bad thing.

He gingerly placed a hand on his hip as he flashed that award-winning, cocky grin. “Fuohoho...now what do we have here? It’s rude to show up to a party you weren’t invited to, hun.”

Never mind the fact that it was in the middle of public space...

The first thing she felt when she woke up was disappointed. Esmé had failed at many things in her life but this had to by the worst of her failures. Her eyes transfixed on the wall, she was left alone to reflect on her own thoughts. She knew of people who had felt like this, her line of work put her close with them, she was the one telling them how to prevent something like this but now the tables had turned and she found that being her situation. When had it gotten so bad had she decided to end it?

Esmé couldn't remember giving it a good thought, she may have thought about it a few times but it was selfish. The guilt was starting to sink in. The poor man saw her like that, her blood coating the bathroom floor, she was passed out and didn't see the worst of it. She couldn't bring herself to look at herself and so kept her eyes straight ahead of her. She'd left this impression on her step-daughter, how could she do that to the child? Esmé didn't have any answers to these questions. She loved her husband, she did, and she had handled the abuse well, she thought it, anyway. Everything had been fine. Just fine. There was no need for this to happen.

Looking through the window of her room, she saw her husband chatting along with some doctors and one of he co-workers Leonardo Madsen. Really? She thought to herself. Of all the people that they could have brought, they brought him? It was supposed to make her feel uncomfortable. They was a reminder of just how much she had failed. She was a psychiatrist, she knew about the signs yet she didn't stop it from happening; everything felt powerful and she was left powerless. Her eyes fixed on them in the discussion as she attempted to work out what all of them were saying; nothing good.

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If the bar was being honest with himself, he wasn't quite sure he would get a match. His confidence wasn't the best, which was half of the reason he hadn't done so well finding people to talk to that way to begin with.

But here it was...he had a match. He had someone that might fit him. And what an interesting person himself, he thought as he smiled shyly while looking over the profile.

Next was how to contact him. There was a place to send a message, but what would he say? He put his fingers to the keys and hoped something good would come out as he pecked at them.

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