Who Will Fight?

[damien travis walsh]

The small break room at the end of the row of offices was perfect walking distance for Damien whenever he needed a cup of coffee to get him through the next fifteen or so essays on criminal case studies. These were from one of his freshman classes, and there were so many mistakes in them that Damien was tempted to make them all redo the paper and actually pay attention to the question, rather than cram in as many past cases as necessary to try and validate the weak arguments they were presenting in their assignments. If this class were let loose in a courtroom they’d be kicked out before the conclusion of the opening statement at this rate. He sighed, putting his reading glasses on the desk and leaning back, his blue eyes falling on the empty coffee mug as the voice in his head told him that he would need more than a caffeine fix to get him through this round of grading.

He grabbed the old mug that had been a joke gift from Taylor the Christmas before. They had an annual pact where they would buy each other a themed comical gift. One year it had been keyrings and last year it was coffee mugs. His read “I see guilty people” and he had given her one that said “I used to have a life, but now I’m a doctor”. It might have been silly to anyone else, but now whenever he needed a cup of coffee, he found himself thinking of the brunette who took up permanent residence in his daily thoughts to begin with. Everything was getting out of control. He never expected to feel this way about his best friend and he never experienced the green monster of jealousy quite as bad as when he thought of her with Drake and remembered that this was probably Taylor’s longest relationship to date.

On a sigh, he pushed his chair away from his desk, shook the thoughts from his mind and moved to the small break room, which was deserted since most professors were teaching or grading in their offices at this time of day as the year started to draw to a close. He refilled the near empty coffee pot with a fresh batch and poured himself a mug full, taking his lunch from the refrigerator while he was in the room too. He would probably eat it in his office like he always did, but he stood in the room a little longer, sipping at the strong coffee as he stared out of the window, letting his mind shut down for a few minutes as he took the much needed break from his work and the doctor who had slipped into his mind once more.

Tagged- Bridget!
Words- 484
Lyrics- Skinny Love by Bon Iver
Clothes- Over here
Notes- xD
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[Bridget Cameron Delaynee]

Bridget loved teaching, grooming the young minds of the future. She wished there was less grading and papers involved, but she couldn’t deny her affection for the job. She was pushing her way through one of her junior classes’ pile of papers before she took a break. This was her day for office hours, though she’d only had one booked appointment for first thing when she stepped onto campus. Extensions were begged for and Bridget had to give them all the reasons why it wouldn’t work this time around. Her student still had another day before the deadline; surely the assignment wasn’t that complex. She’d done the exact same essay when she’d been a student not that long ago, she knew it was possible to be done within the allotted time frame; she’d done it. And her teacher hadn’t been as free with the extensions to deadlines; ever. Hell, with that old bat, if it hadn’t been early, it was late.

It took her more time than usual since she was concerned for her friends’ sanity. Since moving to New York and meeting Taylor, the blonde professor had never seen her friend quite so… frazzled and stressed. So much so, it was starting to get Bee on the frazzled side, trying to figure out a way to help the young, pretty doctor out. It was actually getting to the point where she was planning and trip down the hall to the law professor’s office to have a nice little chat; one preferably kept quiet from the doctor. Bridget wouldn’t do that unless it got to the point where she really had no choice in the matter. For now, she was just going to keep her mouth shut. When she was on the last essay, she powered through it, hearing her stomach growl with hunger pains. She had made herself a salad and put it in the refrigerator in the teacher’s lounge before meeting her student that morning.

Finishing the essay, she made her notes, typing them out quickly in a different document so she could correct and expand later. Her stomach was starting to sound like it wouldn’t last another five minutes of grading before it exploded and started eating itself. She left the screen up, thinking she wouldn’t be that long in the break room and grabbed her travel mug for coffee, hoping a pot not six hours old would be made, though more than willing to make a pot herself in the need arose. Bridget made sure she had her office keys and her cell phone along with her before leaving the office and locking it after her. She walked down the hall, texting the very doctor with all the man trouble. The two were close, Tay practically being the first person Bridget met in the city and they had become fast friends. When she entered the break room, Bee’s pale eyes widened in surprise; apparently talking about someone made them magically appear before you! “Oh! Hey there, Damien,” Bridget said, smiling and adding a wave like she always did when she felt she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t have; though how he would have known she and Taylor were talking about him, she didn’t know. Bridget moved to the refrigerator quickly, grabbing her salad and dressing from the second shelf and shutting the door again. “Mind if I join you?” she asked, holding up her meal as if he needed a visual as to what she would be doing sharing the table with him.

Tag || Damien!
Words || 588
Clothes || Redhanded
Music || She Knows by The Downtown Fiction
Notes || Sorry! I didn't know if we'd said they met before or not, so I said they did xD <3

[damien travis walsh]

When Damien had found out that Bridget was Taylor’s New York best friend, he had found himself momentarily panicking. When no one knew them both it had seemed like there was nothing to worry about, but now he panicked, wondering if Taylor had told her anything about the night she couldn’t remember. He didn’t believe her all that much, but he knew Taylor well enough not to push a matter, especially not when she was so adamant about being clueless. He was always a bit anxious about talking with Bridget about the young doctor, in case it became obvious that he saw her as more than just a friend.

Damien did enjoy speaking to the blonde literature professor though; she was one of the few at the university who he could sit with throughout his lunch break. Some of the others there always felt as though a polite conversation gave them permission to ask the ex-lawyer a question about a parking ticket or some other business of court. He didn’t mind giving people law advice, but he would much prefer it if they just came right out with it and skip the dance of small talk. It grew a little bit irksome and soon Damien had found himself waiting for the “so, can I ask you something?” in every conversation. There were a handful of people he didn’t find himself expecting it from and Bridget was one of those people on the list.

He had been planning on eating in his office, but a conversation with another human being might be good for him; it might actually get Taylor off his mind for a little while. He could hope for that, but talking with Bridget may not do the trick since she was close to the brunette and would probably ask him something about her, like if he had seen her this week or knew about something going on in her life. “Hey, Bridget!” He said with his usual charming smile, turning to face her instead of staring out of the window. “Not at all; go for it.” He gestured to the vacant seat and smiled again, relaxing a little bit and thankful for the extended break from grading papers. The thirty year old really couldn’t take one more afternoon of papers that were sub-par and only reflected either the desperate or lazy nature of some of his students. The freshman year was always the hardest and he hated having to fail so many, but law was a difficult subject and they needed to devote most of their life to the study and practice of law if they wanted to become successful lawyers and get a job almost straight out of school. “So, how are you? Been up to anything exciting?” He asked her as he opened up his lunch and took the first bite of his meal.

Tagged- Bridget!
Words- 503
Lyrics- Skinny Love by Bon Iver
Clothes- Over here
Notes- xD
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[Bridget Cameron Delaynee]

Bridget felt like she had a neon sign hanging over her head whenever she was with Damien, though she was good at hiding her thoughts. She knew a lot about the two, though obviously, more about Taylor. And lately, even more so since she was the only one the doctor could talk to about it. She knew it was because the one person she wanted to talk to and usually did about everything was part of what she saw as a problem. There was no way in hell Bridget would know what to do in her shoes, but she was trying to help her closest friend navigate the murky waters.

And Bridget liked talking to Damien when she got the chance. He was a hell of a lot nice to talk to than half the older professors lurking the halls. All they wanted to talk about was work and how the kids in their classes have no respect for the work or blah, blah, blah. Bridget had a bad habit of tuning them out when she found herself in the presence of those particular teachers. She didn’t teach the most entertaining of classes either, but she made it fun enough to keep them interested in it and keep them coming back. She figured they were just too old to connect with the students. Damien and a few others weren’t like that. They had other things on their minds aside from molding the young minds of tomorrow. “Thanks,” she said, smiling. She set her things on the table before pulling the chair opposite Damien out and dropping into it.

She opened her containers, adding the dressing to her salad before putting the lid back on and shaking it to mix it. Setting it back on the table, Bridget lifted up from her chair to sit on one leg. “Oh, you know the usual. Papers, projects, dress hunting,” she said with a shrug. She’d told Koda when she’d gotten home from the dinner with Taylor. Not because she was in need of a date, she was a date, but because she didn’t want to leave Catherine and Heathcliff alone for that long without someone to at least check in on them and maybe take them for a walk. She would have asked the kid on the floor below hers but the family was on vacation so her usual dog walker was out of the question. That left Koda. Plus he had Nevermore and her little darlings loved both dog and owner, so it was a good choice. “What about you? Anything particularly exciting happening?” she ventured before stabbing the salad and smiled at she chewed the rabbit food.

Tag || Damien!
Words || 446
Clothes || Redhanded
Music || She Knows by The Downtown Fiction
Notes || She was not cooperating very well >.< <3