There's Another Chance • •

[Bridget Cameron Delaynee]

Grinning Bridget sipped at what was left in her glass. “How many times have you used that line?” she asked, laughing at how much of a pickup line that sounded. Bridget didn’t get out often herself, though she was willing to bet that that was about to change. She’d stayed in a lot to relax with Koda but now that he was out of the picture, she could be like any other single twenty six year old around. She’d gone out plenty of times with Taylor but she only danced and drank and declined when someone tried buying one for her. It didn’t happen all that often, but when it did, it had never really felt right accepting them. “I don’t think I have a single pair of completely black socks now that my minds on it,” she said thinking out loud. She had socks that were black and other colours, stripes, argyle and checked but not a completely just black pair of socks. “I bet they were,” she said, wiggling her brows suggestively.

“Keep doing that and you’ll put me to sleep,” she said, yawning. Whenever she was troubled as a child, one of her parent’s would sit with her and rub her back or play with her hair until she got everything she needed to say out. By then she was usually half asleep and yawning through nearly every word. And as soon as the last word past her lips, Bridget was out like a light; every time. “Not phantom, I heard them,” she mumbled against her arm on the table. She lifted her head because Dylan asked her to, not because she wanted to in anyway. If it were possible, she would have curled up in that chair with her head on the table and fell asleep, just so she wouldn’t be at her own place, baking and she wouldn’t be taking up a ton of space sprawled on Dylan’s couch. “I think I’d like the opinion of a cardiologist,” she teased with a ghost of a smile crossing her lips.

Sighing, Bridget sat up and pushed her hair out of her face. “I’m going to take a short hiatus then throw myself into a second skin black dress and do something I’ll regret later,” she said, standing and picking up her dishes. “Or maybe I’ll kiss a couple frogs and find a prince that’s never around and one I won’t worry about never coming home again because he got shot on the job, protecting the city he loves more than me and be happy with the dogs, teaching and baking. And maybe even get a little fun sexy time. Where’d you put that wine?” she asked, throwing all that out in one long exhale of air. Idly, she scraped the plate clean before turning the water on in the sink and washing her dishes, another habit she had when there was too much on her mind; speed talking.

Tag || Dylan!
Words || 492
Clothes || Too Much of a Good Thing
Music || Secret Valentine --We The Kings
Notes || -___- <3

[Dylan Ellis Griffin]

Letting out a laugh, Dylan thought for just a moment before glancing back across at Bridget with a lopsided smirk. “Never. I never use the same line twice.”

[/color] He added as a soft joke. Dylan hated the cheesy and generic pick-up lines and the guys who used them severely lacked originality. He might have been quite the charmer, but he only ever kept it subtle, flirted and complimented lightly so that he didn’t come across as one of those desperate chumps who frequented the New York bars every weekend in the hopes of catching a girl completely out of their league, just so they could brag about it to a friend come Monday morning at the water cooler. He shrugged and sipped at his wine, checking how much was left in his glass. “T’ be honest, I just grab the first pack in whatever store I find meself in.”[/color] He didn’t really worry about the kind of socks on his feet, just so long as they didn’t magically get a hole after only a week of owning them. “Don’t knock it, ‘til you’ve tried it.”[/color] He said, leaning back in his seat and smirking, reaching down to give Ash some attention when she nudged his leg.

Smirking, he remembered how his ma used to play with his hair when he was a little boy and sing him to sleep. Now he thought that she had done that to soothe herself more than him, especially in the brief period of time before he lost his hair. “It might just be what you need.”[/color] Sometimes, a good night’s sleep could work wonders and take away many of the problems from yesterday. “I give a pretty neat neck massage too.”[/color] He added, just throwing the option out there for her. It sounded daft, but sometimes patients benefitted from one, especially if there was a lot of tension in the back of the head. “Hear things often, do you?”[/color] He teased lightly. Sometimes, just joking around like this could take a person’s mind off of everything they had been bothered about five minutes earlier. Dylan didn’t want to pry too much or cross a line that Bridget wasn’t happy with, so for now, he would stick to refilling their glasses and making light banter. “Nah, you wouldn’t; they run too many tests and then still scratch their heads a little longer.”[/color] He had friends in cardiology, but there was always a sort of playful rivalry between several of the hospital departments and they would joke with each other in the staff cafeteria about it from time to time. None of it was ever meant in malice, but it seemed to be their way of coping with certain darker aspects of the job.

Dylan listened as best as he could to her ramble, missing out on a few words here and there but generally getting the gist of the whole thing. The dishes could’ve waited even until morning as far as he was concerned. In his opinion, Bee might have been indifferent to the guy she had broken up with, but the general break up and relationship were causing some bother in the bilingual blonde. Standing up, Dylan crossed the small space of the open plan to where she was at the sink and gently pulled her away from it, turning her into his arms so that he could hug her tightly. He hated seeing the people he cared about in any sort of state of upset. “Hey, it’s okay. You’ll find someone else soon and he’ll be an incredible step up from Koda.”[/color] He said softly, pulling away only to smile down at her. “Now get your arse over t’ that couch and pick a movie. I’ll bring the wine.”[/color] He pushed her gently in the direction of the seating area and cleaned away the rest of the things, not bothering about putting them away for now. He grabbed the half-finished bottle and moved so sit in the space next to her. “So, what are we getting drunk too?”[/color] He asked, refilling both of their glasses.
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TAGGED! Bridget!
WORDS! 745
OUTFIT! Neat Neuro
LYRICS! Mona Lisa - - - All American Rejects
NOTES! <3