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buckaroo118:
Her laughter made something warm flare in his chest and he couldn’t help smiling back.
“Not…not that specifically, no. But curdling milk or cream in alcohol has a long history. People call them ‘dare shots’ …as in, dare your drunk friends to drink one, see if you can gross them out. ”
He beamed proudly and added, “Won myself five hundred dollars in college by downing two Brain Hemorrhages back to back, and not puking after. ”
That particular shot entailed Irish cream curdled in peach schnapps, rendered 'bloody’ by a splash of grenadine. It actually tasted pretty good, but the visuals and the texture were often too much for people.
Suddenly his mind caught up to his mouth; he was rambling again. There he was being needy, wanting her to look at him, at want to listen to all the stupid crap his ADHD churned up. Before he had time to dwell on it or let the insecuritiess get too loud, she was teasingly asking whether Captain Nash had changed his mind about her. That got an actual chuckle out of him.
“His wife hates when he brings other women home, is the thing. And Athena’s a cop, so you really don’t wanna get on her bad side.”
Her question gave him pause–god, had her eyes always been that intensely-blue?–and he went back to peeling the label from the now-empty bottle.
“She um…she doesn’t feel the same about me. She just wants to be friends, which, that’s great, I love…being friends with her, I ..I guess I’m just jealous of whoever’s going to win her heart, someday. Whoever he is–or she, or they–I hope they treasure her. She’s really…really something special, you know?”
Taylor’s eyebrows rose as Buck described the drink. It sounded... interesting. He seemed to have stories to tell and she loved listening. The way that he got lost in the memory of his experiences, even if they were just silly drinking dares between him and his past friends. She always wondered what Buck was like before life as a firefighter.
She was entirely invested and maybe a bit worried about that name, “Brain Hemorrhage? I probably shouldn’t ask.” But she wanted to hear more. The excitement in his tone, the way that his head tilted as he recalled details, his eyebrow arching with pride and confidence, maybe a little arrogance in there too. But, it was the attractive kind, because she knew that he had a reason to be who and how he was. Did she just? Get it together, Taylor. He’s talking about alcohol, for christ’s sake.
“Oh god, I’ve already pissed her off once.” She leaned back just enough to tuck hair behind her ear and toss the rest of her locks behind her shoulder. “I don’t intend on getting on her bad side again.”
Buck was... hesitating as he expressed his thoughts about the person his heart seemed set on. Taylor felt a ping in her heart, the way that he described his view of the situation. It sounded a lot like.... it couldn’t be? She’d told him that she was glad to have him as a friend. He surely wasn’t talking about her, right?
“Maybe she’s... afraid for some reason. You’re a great person. You’re a lot of fun and your determination is admirable. You may not act appropriately- sometimes your tendency to be so impulsive can drive a girl crazy-” was she still talking about a theoretical person or herself? “My point being, you’re someone that I personally wouldn’t want to lose. Maybe she’s afraid of it all going south and... she loses what could be the safest connection in her life?” Okay, that was a bit personal. Even for her own liking.
buckaroo118:
Yeah, that was sounding like a better and better idea by the minute; the headache he’d mostly been ignoring was a jackhammer in his temples by now, and he had a truly disconcerting sensation of heat radiating off of him. As he leaned gratefully into her touch she’d likely feel the warmth coming off of him, his eyes drifting shut at the blissful cool of her hand on his skin.
“Y’re right…of course you are. Really hope this isn’t contagious, whatever it is…you don’t want this…”
Did he mean whatever virus he was currently fighting off, or being there with him, for him, while he was so needy like always? Or was it both? Christ he was so tired… upstairs, bed was upstairs, which required negotiating the staircase. No easy task when suddenly dizzy.
The mere seconds that they stayed put, in the middle of the kitchen, Taylor knew that he wouldn’t be able to mask how he felt much longer. If the sway in his stance wasn’t enough, there was his physical appearance. His cheeks were a shade darker and his eyes - god, his eyes were the telltale of the exhaustion his poor body felt while fighting off whatever this was.
“I’ll be fine. I have a pretty strong immune system that comes in handy when facing the outside world, working rain or shine. Don’t worry about me,” Taylor wanted to be there, even if it meant the slightest chance that she too would end up ill and stuck in her own bed a week from now.
“Let’s get you to the couch. I don’t think the stairs are worth the effort.” She admit, realizing that he wasn’t well enough to ascend the stairs and if he lost his balance, his towering height would not be so kind to her smaller stature.
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buckaroo118:
Buck glanced down at the screen, confusion on his face.
“Wait, people aren’t like, putting jellyfish in the cocktails, right? I’ve mixed some crazy shit in my time, but never anything involving live sealife. ” Ah, Peru. It was a crazy, fever-dream of a summer, one he still couldn’t quite believe had actually happened.
As Taylor stated that according to her FYP, someone she knew was crushing on her, Buck tried not to toy too obviously with his beer bottle. He couldn’t look at her yet, too afraid she’d see the raw, naked feeling in his eyes. Would she be disgusted? Would she push him away, like she had in the news van?
“Well, I mean, yeah, of course! I mean, who wouldn’t be? In case you hadn’t noticed, you’re pretty amazing.”
Taylor couldn’t mask the scoff that threatened to surface as soon as she saw the bewildered expression flicking momentarily in ocean blue eyes, probably matching her own. “No. God, I hope not. Otherwise, I quit all-in-all.” Two hands raised in surrender before she shook her head, that would be taking it a bit far.
But she supposed nowadays, that wouldn’t be too far fetched a concept as people were willing to do anything to go viral.
A small smirk played over the reporters lips and she clasped her hands together on the table. She playfully rolled her eyes and her eyebrows did a small dance, up and down, followed by a soft sigh. “i’m a busy woman, Buck. not a lot of people are exactly lining up to come possibly second or third to my job and my life. unless… you know someone?” Of course, she was only teasing. But Buck’s inability to look up at her for a moment intrigued her further. What was on this man’s mind anyway?
“How about you? How’s your luck lately in the love department? I’ve seen you on the news here and there. Surely that kind of exposure has helped keep you. Not that you ever really necessarily needed it.”
The thought of a jellyfish cocktail had Buck’s mind spinning though, and with a grin he leaned back, fingertips drumming on the table to the rhythm of his thoughts.
“Actually…..you might be able to make something like it, only minus real jellyfish. Splash of milk in some blue Curacao, maybe a little Midori to make it more teal than blue…hm…I might have to experiment with that later. ”
Sometimes that mixology certificate did come in handy!
He smiled at Taylor ruefully as she asked, jokingly perhaps, if he knew anyone that was willing to potentially come second or third to her career.
“Yeah, in fact I know a firefighter who’s pretty crazy about you.”
The fact that she was sitting across from one would hopefully not be lost on her. Her question made him look away for a moment before peeking back at her under his lashes. Was this that whole ‘mortifying ordeal of being known’ thing?
“Well.. actually, there is someone special to me. She’s…smart, and-and funny, and driven, and fearless about getting what she wants. She doesn’t like showing it, but she cares about people, deeply. Not to mention gorgeous, god she’s so beautiful. I just…hope she’ll find someone, that’s worthy of her. She deserves to be happy.”
Taylor wouldn’t have been able to keep the chuckle in if she tried. Of course Buck knew of an actual jellyfish mock tail. She rolled her eyes and tilted her head, amused, her eyebrows lowering with a smile soon after.
“Wait, have you ever actually made something like it?” That recipe sounded too specific for a hypothetical thought. For a moment, Taylor’s shoulders were relaxed and she wasn’t thinking about work or any assignments in particular. It was a carefree, naturally flowing conversation. She liked those with Buck.
“You know a firefighter who might be crazy about me? Hm. Has Captain Nash finally come around to the idea of me?” She raised an eyebrow, her playful side peaking through shamelessly as it did in his presence.
His next thoughts had her leaning onto her clasped hands, chin resting comfortably against her knuckles as Buck went on, lost in a ramble of a description that even if it didn’t pertain to her, it had her lost in his voice and… why was her heart racing? Surely he was just teasing, right? “She sounds… interesting.” He hummed, lowering her hands, keeping her fingers laced on the table now.
“What’s stopping you from moving forward with her?”
buckaroo118:
“Look, 100.2 isn’t technically a fever, not really. I’m fine to be at work. I’ll stay hydrated and go home if it gets worse.”
“Buck, you’ve gambled with your health before and… knowing that you’re putting yourself out there when you’re not fully ready makes me uneasy.” Taylor’s hand instinctively touched Buck’s arm as she stood in front of him, her gaze meeting his. It was almost as if she was attempting to stop him from going further.
“I’d feel much better knowing that you took today off and recuperated.”
He hadn’t even realized he was shaking, until her hands steadied his. The motion drew his eyes to hers—glassy, confused. Why was Taylor here? He liked her being around but he couldn’t quite remember her arriving. Her hand on his arm helped banish some of the fog.
“Okay, idea: I stick that thing back in my ear and if it says a bigger number than before I’ll call in. But if not I’ll promise to be extra careful, take some Tylenol and drink lots of water and then you bring me to the station. Deal?”
As much as he liked the idea of just curling up and napping all day—possibly in Taylor’s lap so she could pet his hair?—he also didn’t want to put the team in a bad situation by being short a man.
The look in his eyes let Taylor know that Buck wasn’t in the best state to move beyond around his loft. If at that. Normally bright, vividly aware eyes were looking down at her with confusion and she could see the fatigue in his eyes.
If he of all people knew anything about her, it she was that she could be just as stubborn as he was. Taylor knew that Bobby and the team would agree if they saw him like this. “I know that number will be higher, I can see it all over you, Buck.”
“Please,” she dared to bring her hand up to his cheek. “Get back to bed and I’ll fix you some soup. You haven’t gotten any better since I got here this morning.”
cont. from here.
Taylor stopped almost immediately in her tracks, “A murder? What, what case?” Her eyes were wide as she faced the other woman, shoulders tense as she had only just covered a robbery and wasn’t aware of a deceased finding. “Am I in danger?” Was her followup question, her mind spinning with many more she would wait to ask. She knew that she had to keep calm and collected in order for this process to pan out smoothly and for her to get her answers. She had been on the other end of these inquisitions, being the one who usually asked the questions.
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"All that is left is this NDA. I apologize in advance if you thought you were going to get out of here a few hours early. Orientation is scheduled for a full 2 days just because of this." Addie said as she placed a binder down in front of them. This was at the point where I lot of people would change their minds and leave. "It's okay if you want to call it quits. You wouldn't be the first and I doubt you'll be the last."
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“All that is left is this NDA. I apologize in advance if you thought you were going to get out of here a few hours early. Orientation is scheduled for a full 2 days just because of this.” Addie said as she placed a binder down in front of them. This was at the point where I lot of people would change their minds and leave. “It’s okay if you want to call it quits. You wouldn’t be the first and I doubt you’ll be the last.”
“Absolutely not,” Taylor immediately responded, intrigued to learn more. She had a knack for solving things with very little to no starter clues and this was no different. “Show me, please.” Her voice was firm and sure as her stomach turned with curiosity and excitement. “I have all night.”
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“Of course dear, we just want to get a few statements from you. Hopefully we can get this over with quick and you’ll be back in LA in time for the 7'O'Clock news.”
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“I really appreciate it. My boss has been giving me a really hard time for a prior case that went absolutely amiss and I need him off my back. Can we walk and talk?”
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Muse : Cass
Scenario : Cass is a therapist, and your muse is one of her patients.
Cass had a wide portfolio to boast about as a psychologist. She'd worked with doctors, criminals, FBI agents and even firefighters. On top of this, she had her normal appointments - the one she took in her office. Cass quite liked her office. It was cozy. Painted in a cool grey with potted planted and a sofa that Shanti had helped her thrift. She also had a lot of fidget toys on the coffee table. They were Finn's, but he'd given them to her to keep in her office. The whole room was scattered with her siblings' personalities. A huge splatter art piece on the wall that Roxie had done back in college. The briefcase Colin was carrying when he won his first case was open on the coffee table and filled with magazines. She'd really made this place her own. It reminded her of home.
Cass took a look at her schedule to reminder herself who else was coming in today, and in what order. She had to prepare herself. The woman was very emphatic and found that after dealing with someone who felt a very certain way, she'd end up absorbing that mood from them. It had caused a lot of problems before she was able to figure out what was happening. But now she had meditation and healing and it definitely helped a lot. She heard the door open and looked up from her computer, just in time to see her next client walk in.
Taylor wasn’t used to having anyone listen to her feelings, let alone care. She was used to pushing through obstacles and reaching goals on her own. She had to be strong for those surrounding her and it was starting to weigh her down.
She wouldn’t have considered this if it weren’t for a good friend of hers referring her to Cass. She had no idea what to expect going in, nor did she know where she would begin. Talking, it was all so new to her.
She sent a final email and her phone buzzed in her hand, notifying her that the alarm she’d set for this appointment was going off. It was time.
She stood gracefully, tucked her phone into her back pocket and straightened herself out, flattening her shirt with one final pat.
Taylor opened the door slowly and found a woman sitting at her desk, the woman’s attention now on her. “Am I early?”
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“It’s happened. I swore that it wouldn’t and I’ve gone and spent an hour on tiktok.” Taylor finally found the will to lock her phone and put it on the table between them. “I have learned how to make my own cocktails, that people actually buy jellyfish online, annnd that apparently someone that I know has a crush on me - according to the for you page tarots.” The redhead chuckled and shook her head before she ran her fingers through her loose hair.
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“Well, I don’t like it.”
“And I don’t care.”
firstcnthescene:
“Ooh, cold,” Buck retorted, even going as far as to clap his hand to his chest, “And here I was, thinking we could have a nice, long, meaningful talk but hey, if you’d rather make a run for it…”
“Buck-” Taylor knew that voice all too well, she had lunch plans with the man it was coming from, after all. “You’re here early. I thought you were my supervisor.” It was very much on brand for Buck to put on such a dramatic display. One which pulled a chuckle from her tinted lips. “Are you ready? I’m starving.”
