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[Taylor Caroline Becks]

Things were not going at all well for the tall, slender doctor currently. Her relationship with Drake was on thin ice and she didn’t know how to fix it. He hated the fact that she spent so much time with another man, despite how much Taylor argued it was completely platonic. He hated the fact that there were more photographs of Damien and her framed in the apartment than there was of the actual couple they were supposed to be and he wouldn’t stop letting Taylor know about it. She didn’t tell him that Damien had been her first or that she had once confessed those three little words to him and then never spoke them again to anyone else. Hell, she didn’t even say them to Drake, but then, did she really feel that strongly about him?

Everything was so confusing. She had done nothing wrong! All she had done was rekindle a faded friendship with the one person who had always been there for her. Sure, she hadn’t known Drake her whole life in the same way she had known Damien, but that wasn’t the point. Drake should be more understanding of why Taylor wasn’t constantly at his or him at hers. She wasn’t the kind of girl to get so caught up in a relationship that the rest of the world faded out. No, she had a career, friends and hobbies of her own and she enjoyed her privacy and solitude probably more than most people did in New York.
What she didn’t enjoy though was feeling angry and bitter when, as far as she was concerned, she was doing nothing to hurt Drake. He had shared his opinions, they had had a fight, Taylor may not have backed down but Drake didn’t understand; he didn’t know how much she needed Damien, how much he had helped her through.

Taylor had spent the night at Damien’s, too angry to go home and deal with the mass of phone calls and she didn’t want to see Drake. She was too mad at him, but she did need an unbiased person to talk to and that only meant one person. She flipped out her cell phone and quickly punched at the keys until the text formed on the screen: Hey, fancy meeting for lunch and coffee at WD? Tay x
She sent it to her best girl friend in the city, Bee and then grabbed one of Damien’s shirts to throw over her vest. The thirty year old had gone to work already but Taylor had the day off today and didn’t really fancy wearing her shirt from the day before. It fell big on her slender frame, but she rolled back the sleeves and left it unbuttoned, the blue shade complimenting the scarlet beneath it rather nicely.

Whether her friend met up with her or not, Taylor still needed lunch and she didn’t want to lurk at Damien’s all day. He already knew something was wrong and Tay didn’t want him to get too involved or find out that he was the reason she had fought with Drake. She left the apartment, using the spare key to lock up behind her before leaving the building that was similar to her own, only slightly more upmarket.
WD-50 was only a short drive from where she was and within half an hour of New York traffic, she had parked her car two blocks away and stepped inside the warm, food scented, building and took a seat in the far corner, away from the door. If Bee got her text and was free, then she wanted as much privacy as they could get.

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[Bridget Cameron Delaynee]

Bridget was sitting at her desk, completely turned away from it, staring out her office window. Her office wasn’t big but it was cozy and it yelled “Bridget’s domain”. But now, she was thinking about nothing really. She had been worried about a few things, especially her mother visiting for some sort of convention. She hadn’t seen her mother since she moved to New York, and she really missed her. Plus there were her classes and getting this set for that, plus she was starting to put together the finals and all the tests and final assignments. She hadn’t heard from the cop in what felt like forever, so that was something else that was stuck in her mind. Bridge was starting to think men were just a waste of time; jaded? Maybe.

Okay, no. A bad experience or two was not a reason to go all man-hater. She was a big girl, she could deal with it and vent it out later. Sighing, Bee turned back to her desk and her laptop with its background picture front and center. The young professor laughed, shaking her head. Her two dogs were quite the pair, Heathcliff was a big dog and Catherine was just a small little thing, but they were like Bonnie and Clyde; troublemakers to the core. Unless, of course, they were asleep, which was what the pictured showed; a tiny little Catherine sprawled across Heathcliff’s back like a scarf, both sleeping soundly. Bridge smiled at the picture again before bring up the program she’d been working on before. It was now or never. She hit play on her iPod’s docking station, turned it up and got down to work, ignoring the world around her. If one of her student’s needed to talk to her, they’d have to actually come into her office.

It took her twenty minutes of trying and failing, to get down to work. Her mind was elsewhere and she seriously couldn’t concentrate. Maybe she’d go home, she didn’t have anymore classes, and she’d bake something. Like her mother, it soothed her nerves and she could always concentrate afterwards, and during. Bridget was just tossing her iPod into her bag after her laptop when her phone chimed, telling her she had a text. Bee had half a mind not to answer it but the politeness her parents drilled into her got the better of her and she checked it. And she was thankful she did. A lunch date with her best friend was better therapy than moping around, baking at home any day. She finished shoving her things in her bag, tossed it over her shoulder, slipped the fedora she’d tossed onto one of the chairs in front of her desk back on her head and left her office, locking the door behind her before slipping on the purple shades that were her favourite that week. Not that she had to bother; she usually kept it slightly ajar for people to know she was in there. She said hello to a couple people in the hall, but she moved quickly to her car. It wouldn’t take her long to get to WD, as long as the traffic was behaving for once.

It wasn’t too bad, but it still took her a little over a half hour to get there and find a parking spot, nearly a block and a half away. Good thing she practically lived in her heels, or there would have been absolutely no way the young half French blonde could have run the rest of the way. She hated people waiting on her, which was why she was usually a half hour early for her classes and basically all her appointments; something else her parents drilled into her. Bridget pushed through the doors of the cute little diner and searched out her best friend. If she was early, perfect, but knowing Tay, Bee was the one running behind. Yep, she thought smiling as she spotted Taylor sitting off by herself. Bridget walked over and slipped into the seat across from Tay with an easy smile. “You summoned, Doctor?” She said, slipping her purse from her shoulder. When she finally took a good look at her friend, she knew something was up. Of course, she should have known that before, but they always had lunch when they were free, so Bridge hadn’t thought much of it. “Oh, no, tell me everything,” she said, pulling the fedora from her head and leaning forward, her elbows on the tabletop.

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[Taylor Caroline Becks]

Taylor hugged Damien’s shirt closer around her slender frame, her green eyes staring blankly ahead of her as she inhaled his scent, a soft upturn of her lips accompanying the memories it brought to the surface. Damien had worn the same cologne since he was a teenager, the scent suiting him more as he matured. Taylor could remember countless hugs, stolen hoodies and jackets and even the way his room was, just from that one scent. She was too wrapped up in the fond thoughts to even consider how wrong it might be to be wearing, sniffing and enjoying the comfort of another man’s shirt when she was here to proclaim her innocence to Bee and get an impartial opinion on everything that was happening in her life currently.

Tay wasn’t used to drama like this in her life and usually would simply bail on a relationship the second a problem would crop up, but she liked Drake, she did, she just didn’t know how to work with having him and Damien in her life, especially when she was instantly more inclined to spend time with her best friend than her boyfriend. It was nothing against Drake, but the lawyer knew her so much better and she could escape the clutches of shop talk when she was with him, whereas Drake constantly needed to tell her about some epic injury he had seen in the ER that day, or question her about the cause of death of one of the DOAs. Taylor hated to bring her work home with her and it had been the little things like that which had irked her enough to explode during their big fight; a fight that she was sure would take a long time to repair the damage of.

Bee’s arrival was enough to snap her out of her little daydream and the young doctor blinked a few times before pulling herself together, running a hand through her loose dark locks; a habit that emerged only when she was stressed. “Really? I look that bad, huh?”

[/color] It had been a restless night and she may have drank one or two more glasses of wine than she usually did, but Taylor didn’t think it was so obvious just by looking at her that there was something wrong. Then again, she had invited Bee out for lunch and she was usually the person who could read Taylor without really needing to try. It was one of the reasons why they were such good friends, especially since before Damien wasn’t close by enough for Taylor to turn to after a bad or gruelling day. She also suspected that the glazed look in her eyes and the furrow of her neatly shaped eyebrows was a giveaway too.

Letting out a long sigh, Taylor prepped her head in her hand, her elbow resting on the table. “I don’t even know where to begin.[/color] She paused for a moment and then flicked her green eyes around to make sure that no one she recognised could overhear them. “I had a fight with Drake…about Damien.”[/color] Taylor bit her lip gently and then looked at Bee with wide eyes. “He hates him for no apparent reason and I don’t have a clue what to do now.”[/color] She would go into detail as and when it was needed, but Taylor had never really been one to let everything out in one long ramble. If Bee wanted or needed anymore information then all she would have to do is ask, though Taylor still felt like this whole thing was just a case of Drake being paranoid and jealous for no reason. There was something else niggling at her though and she couldn’t put her finger on it; maybe talking to Bee would help her resolve whatever that mystery issue might be.
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[Bridget Cameron Delaynee]

Bridge shook her head, smiling. “You don’t look bad at all. I’ve just seen that look one too many times. I like to call it the “Shit! I’m in it now!” look. It’s amusing most times,” she said, smiling. At the beginning of each term when she got a new crop of students to play with, they gave her that look, unaware that she didn’t really have deadlines. She set them, sure, but she never really followed through with it, unless it was exceptionally important. Yes, the beginning of each term was quite possibly her favourite times of the year; all those looks and the hesitant questions about extensions. She was probably one of the most laidback professors at NYU. But with that seemingly laidback feel, came an excellent skill of observation.

Bridget could only nod her head. Her father blamed her mother, in a loving way, for all the things she knew of men and romance. He said it was the French in her that gave her the innate ability, Bee thought it was full of crap half the time. And the other half of the time she thought it was absolutely right; but she knew otherwise. She knew what she did because of both her parents. They had taught her everything she knew of love and romance. And what Taylor was saying was sounding like a serious case of jealousy with a mix of inferiority. Tay’s best friend from her childhood was back in town, he knew practically everything there was to know about Taylor. Drake was probably feeling like he was second best all of a sudden; as if he’d been put on the backburner to hers and Damien’s friendship.

Clearly he was a man that didn’t understand what it was like to have such a friendship; so old and so great. Bee didn’t have friends like that from Vegas. When she left for the Big Apple, she basically cut all ties; aside from her parents. When she’d gotten to New York, it was a fresh start. No one knew her, and more importantly, no one really cared that she was from Las Vegas or what she did there. And now she had a new group of friends she fondly referred to as her new family. Bridge shook her head, coming back to the present. This wasn’t about her, and she wasn’t about to go all vain, me, me, me when her best friend needed her help!

“Well,” she started her light eyes wide. “That sounds like trouble,” she said, stating the obvious. “And hating him for no reason? That’s probably simple male ego and jealousy rearing is horrendously ugly head. I’m telling you, men are only good for carrying the groceries up the stairs,” Bridget said, laughing, hoping to lighten up the mood a little bit. “Alright,” Bee said, wiggling in her seat to get more comfortable. “Tell Frenchie what happened with the fight exactly. Did he say anything off-putting?” She asked concerned. She was well aware her friend could handle her own, but Bee couldn’t help but feel like she would track Drake down and slap him across the face for saying something offensive. Bee hoped that they could figure it all out for Tay’s sake. And Bridge would definitely say whatever was on her mind, she wasn’t the type of person to keep her thoughts to herself. Chances were if she was thinking it, everyone around her would hear it eventually; or at least until she worked out the problem.

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[Taylor Caroline Becks]

Taylor shook her head at her friend, the dark waves falling back around her cheeks as she smiled softly. The women were both from very different worlds and sometimes Taylor forgot that. “See, the only looks I get are full of fear. ‘Are we to blame?’ from interns and new doctors. Y’know, my latest nickname is ‘The Reaper’?

[/color] Yes, she was babbling and trying in vain to delay the impending conversation for as long as it was possible. She needed to talk about it, yes, but she also was a little worried about how Bee would read her reaction to it. There was a lot going on in Taylor’s head right now and there were things that she didn’t like or trust floating around her mind that she was fairly certain Bee might be able to notice.

Mainly, it was the things to do with Damien. Taylor felt no anger towards him, nor did she hold him at all responsible for the fights she had been having with Drake. In fact, she blamed the doctor solely for everything. That alone ought to speak volumes to her, but Taylor was too busy ignoring potential possibilities that kept providing her with flashbacks she never wanted to forget, but at the same time, never wanted to speak about. He had been kind enough not to pry when she had turned up at his door the night before, but she knew it wouldn’t take a genius to piece together the reason behind her fight with Drake, nor would it take a lot for Damien to instantly get involved in something she had to solve herself. He couldn’t fix everything for her and he definitely couldn’t fix this. Getting him involved would only make matters much worse with Drake.

And there it was, already she was ignoring parts of the fight that Drake had suggested to be true. Automatically, instinctively and loyally, Taylor always sided with Damien, which was why she now knew that bringing Bee into this for her opinion was more crucial than the young doctor had originally imagined. “Well, actually, there is a reason. Drake seems to think that Damien is trying to steal me away from him, seduce me and…I’m not easily played so why the hell would he even think that?”[/color] Her green eyes were clouded over with a mixture of emotion when she looked up at her friend for an answer.
She thought back to the fight. The screaming, the shouting, the plate she threw at him…it was hideous and not a pleasant thought for her to have to relive. “There was a lot of frustration released. I don’t know, but what I gathered from it, Drake doesn’t trust me, trust Damien…he thinks I’m a liar, that I’m cheating on him…No punches were held, I think it’s safe to say.”[/color] She gave as good as she got during the fight, but that didn’t make her feel any better at the end of the day. “I took my key back from him, told him never to call me a liar again and then told him that he needed to back off. We kept yelling a lot and then I threw him out and spent the night at Damien’s.”[/color] Taylor paused for a moment and then remembered the very thing that had pissed her off to start with. “He turned the lights out on my babies! Who does that?”[/color] Yup, that was the thing that had turned Taylor to yelling in the first place; the lack of concern for the wellbeing of her pets.
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[Bridget Cameron Delaynee]

Bridget loved nicknames. They could be cute, or sassy, or sexy; they were fun. Unfortunately, at least, as far as she knew, she had none other than the ones her parents called her and the shortened versions of her name people constantly used. But now, now she wrinkled her little nose at the terrible nickname Tay’s colleagues gave her. “Now, they clearly don’t understand the significance of a good nickname,” she said with distaste. She knew her friend too well, and could easily see that she was avoiding the topic. That was fine, Bee could understand why. She had to ramble a bit first sometimes too, to get to the good parts; it was her coping mechanism, as was baking.

It was alright. She’d let her friend rant and ramble and get everything from her with that, as Tay had done countless times before to the young Lit Professor, and then they could figure it all out. But Bridget already had a feeling she knew where this was going, even from those few short words. It wasn’t going to turn out well for Drake, at the very least, maybe even Tay. She’d never said anything outright about her feelings or anything to Bridge, but she was good at reading people, and although it could have been more obvious, Bee saw something there. But she wouldn’t blurt anything out; she didn’t want to upset Tay or have her confessing to something she wasn’t ready for yet. So, the pretty blonde literally bit the inside of her cheek to hold the words back and listened to everything else her closest friend was saying. She was going to let it lose eventually, she knew that, but she could try for once in her life to hold it back as long as possible.

Bee sat back, stunned. Almost from the first minute Bridget and Taylor had met and became friends, the blonde knew the brunette’s life practically revolved around those critters were her life; they were basically her children. To do something to any of them meant bad things for whoever did it. Bee understood that; the frustration Tay was working through. If anyone had done anything to Heathcliff and Katherine, well, Bee wouldn’t be nice little French girl anymore; she’d be the Las Vegas bitch. Growing up in Sin City had its… interesting sides to say the least, and she could take care of herself; even if she acted otherwise. Bee narrowed her eyes. “Well, now I kind of hate him,” she said with a touch of anger.

“As for the rest,” Bridge leaned forward, resting her elbows on the tabletop. “Maybe because you’d believe almost anything as long as it was Damien saying it? Not like “the sky is falling stuff” but maybe “That guy is seriously bad news” stuff,” she asked, meaning to be careful but feeling as though she’d fallen short. She wasn’t meaning to be blunt or rude, and she was well aware of how difficult it was to play the other woman. But it was Damien, oldest, best friend, and she trusted that man more than anyone in the world; it made sense. “Besides the fact that he’s a jealous ass that totally and completely deserves to have a delicious pair of Louboutin’s surgically removed from his arrogant ass- and I have the perfect pair in case you’re in the market, I think you did something good,” she said, sort of losing her point but gaining it again. Tay wasn’t a liar that was as obvious a fact as the sky was blue. “He’s clearly got trust issues himself if he thinks everyone around him is running around lying and cheating at every chance.”

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[Taylor Caroline Becks]

Taylor rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly, working out the kink in it from the way she had been sleeping and the stress she was feeling lately. Her green eyes flicked up to meet Bee’s and she threw her friend a small smirk. “I don’t really think there are any good nicknames for the woman who deals with the dead people.”

[/color] There was certainly nothing classy or generally appealing about her job, but Taylor enjoyed it, for a reason she found difficult to explain. Like all jobs, someone had to do it and Taylor had been the doctor to fill that position the second she was able to. Plus, down in the morgue she didn’t have to deal with awkward moments like this.

The moment she began to explain everything to her friend, Taylor felt the regret rising. She didn’t like sharing these sorts of details with anyone, not even her closest ‘gal pal’. Intimate relationships shouldn’t have third party opinions, but Taylor could see no other alternative right now. She needed to talk to someone who wasn’t tall, muscular and with a wide knowledge of criminal law. She wanted to know what Bee was thinking, she wanted someone to guide her and tell her what she should do right now. Taylor was still mad at Drake, but each time she pulled Damien’s shirt closer around her neck – a habit she had when she was nervous – a little bit of that rage vanished as the familiar cologne soothed her edge, calming her just by the scent she had come to know only too well over the years. She didn’t stop to think what that could mean and she didn’t think anything about when it had happened in the past.

She chuckled softly when Bee declared some hatred for Drake. At least it made Tay feel a little better. She knew she hadn’t been irrational when they had fought, but it was always nice to hear someone else on your side, even if they were probably going to be biased in the first place. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she tried to process and understand what Bee was saying. The wall went up almost immediately though as she didn’t know how to take the blonde’s words. “And what does that mean? Damien has given Drake a fair chance from the start and I’m capable of thinking for myself – Drake knows that.”[/color] Taylor sighed, running her fingers through her long hair and biting her lip for a moment. “I can understand him having trust issues; a cheating wife would do that to anyone, but it’s Damien.”[/color] Taylor smiled as she said his name and then shook her head. “How can anyone think he’d hurt someone like that? This is the guy who almost broke his ankle jumping off the roof of his own car when he thought he was going to be beamed up by aliens after his battery died in the middle of Arizona.”[/color] She said, laughing through the tale as she remembered the night in question and how a rather caffeine high Damien had overreacted to every little thing. It had been cute, hilarious and another one of those ‘you had to be there’ memories that they shared. “It’s not even the fact that he doesn’t trust me that’s bothering me. It’s the idea of him believing that a guy like Damien would try and treat him like that. I mean, he’s charming, yes, but he’s a total sweetheart to the core. He’d never do something like that to someone he hated, let alone someone I was dating.”[/color] She pushed her hair back and then looked at her friend again, once again declaring the same statement that seemed to be the only answer she had for everything at the moment. “It’s Damien.”[/color]
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[Bridget Cameron Delaynee]

Bridget laughed, visibly shaking from it. "I don't know. Doctor Dead sounds pretty fun. We'll just have to figure one out that has absolutely nothing to do with work," Bee suggested, coming too close to snorting with laughter. She never snorted unless she was laughing so much that she couldn't help it and when she went to suck in air, one thing tended to lead to another and a snort was the result. Talking about this was so much easy than what they were at the diner for. But all good conversations had to come to an end eventually.

"Calm down, Doctor. I didn't mean it like that! I meant, well, hell; I've completely fucked this up. Do you know a good surgeon? I need to have my foot removed from my mouth," Bee said, falling against the back of her chair, crossing her arms over her chest and looking away from her closest friend. Always putting her foot in it, she was. She was never going to learn; no wonder it was so damn easy to cut all her ties in Vegas! No one besides her parents cared that she left Sin City! Bridget turned her head back a little bit, "Can we rewind time and start over? I'll even go outside and come back in!" she offered, feeling miserable. She was supposed to be good at this stuff!

Cheating wife? Clearly Tay had left out a couple things. If she'd known that, she would have turned down another path with this. Too late now. Of course, she didn't think Damien capable of stealing a girl away from another man. She'd never met the man, but from the stories her friend told her, she would only have believed it if she saw it. But then, Bee wasn't blind and she could see the way Taylor beamed at just the mention of him. One of them was in the dark, and the Professor didn't think it was the man in question. Maybe he came back to New York with ulterior motives, but at this moment in time, they were clearly unclear and better left alone. Bee didn't think he'd hurt anyone intentionally, but she knew that when she went after something- or someone she liked, she went after it, intentionally hurting someone or not didn't matter. "Seriously? Aliens?" she said, catching the tail end of that, and raising a brow at the oddity of their tales of the past.

"You know Damien better than anyone in this damn city. If you believe he'd never do anything like that, then that's all you need. You don't need me, who apparently needs more lessons, to tell you what you should do, you already know. And now, I'm going to order some of that Lemon meringue that I saw in the display on my way over here. Want some?" she asked, about ready to flag down a waitress. Too bad the diner didn’t serve anything stronger than coffee. Shoving your foot in it, really called for something on the rocks or just straight up.

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[Taylor Caroline Becks]

Taylor quirked her perfectly arched eyebrow at her friend’s uncontrollable laughter. Smiling softly, she shook her head, casting her green eyes upon her friend and shrugging playfully. “I guess I know what my Halloween costume will be the end of the year then. Doctor Dead. I’ll wear my scrubs, coat and carry a large hourglass and scythe around.”

[/color] She could take her job lightly, despite how often people were freaked out by it. It was all the Circle of Life, to quote the Lion King and people shouldn’t be afraid of it. The irony was though, that one of Taylor’s biggest fears was having the clock put on her own life knowingly. If she was going to die, she’d rather be kept in the dark about it, than spend weeks or months dwelling on how many hours she had left. “There’s not much that I do outside of work to nickname me with. Roller Girl? I just sound like a bad superhero.”[/color] Taylor’s rollerskating hobby was probably the only unique thing she did that could possibly warrant a nickname. Other than that, they were onto physical appearance and she didn’t think she would be wholly comfortable with that.

Rolling her eyes in a fashion that was so typical of Taylor, she threw her friend a look that basically insinuated how stupid a question that was to ask. “I’m a doctor. I know plenty of surgeons. None of them will help remove your foot from your mouth though. You’d only put it back in there.”[/color] She teased. Bee was always to the point when they spoke, which was why she was so welcome in Taylor’s life, especially when she needed advice like this.
“No, just carry on with what you were going to say. I can pick out all the slip ups a lot easier than having to replay a conversation several times.”[/color] It wasn’t like their usual conversations of this nature. Taylor felt like she was stuck, but she didn’t know what she was stuck with. A pair of fresh eyes and an unbiased opinion was what she needed, even if she didn’t like to hear it. If the worst came to it, she’d snap, leave and then apologise to Bee later, though she hoped the situation wouldn’t become that dire between the two women.

Taylor laughed at her friend’s bemused expression, a large smile playing warmly on her face as she began to elaborate on the tale. It always made her smile, like most thoughts of Damien did. “Damien never used to be able to handle his caffeine so well. He had just finished his freshman year of college and we were driving to this lake where our families spent a week each summer. We went later than our parents and in his car, but the battery died, Damien had drunk like, five cups of coffee because he refused to let me drive his baby because I’d only had my licence for a few months. He’d seen some new Sci-fi movie where the aliens would beam people up from this back road that led to nowhere and then torture them or something. He thought it was going to happen to us. Climbed on the roof of his car, swinging his hoodie around and then the noise of some geese flying overhead made him jump from the car and twist his ankle.”[/color] She had to keep pausing to breathe between the fits of laughter she would burst into at the memory. It was strange, unique and probably completely ridiculous, but it had been so hilarious at the time and even now she still laughed hard at the thought of that night and laying in the grass with Damien, staring at the stars whilst he calmed down and they waited for her dad to come and tow them to the lake.

She stared at her friend with a tired expression. “What do you think of all of this? Please, be honest, brutally honest. I could do with the outside opinion.”[/color] She said with a sigh, wondering if she should elaborate a little more about the situation or whether she had covered everything presently in her ramble. “Yeah, that sounds good. I don’t remember eating since yesterday.”[/color] Another bad habit of Tay’s when she was stressed or overthinking.
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[Bridget Cameron Delaynee]

Bridget’s eyes brightened at the image. “Seriously! You would win best costume or something. So awesome! The scythe would have to h ave a long handle. We can’t have you running around with a small little scythe, pitying.” She could see it all now. Taylor showing up at a party, looking like the doctor version of the Grim Reaper. Why couldn’t Halloween be this month? Then she wouldn’t have to wait to see the outcome of this procrastination. But all good things had to come to an end; and what other way than by completely mincing her words and getting lost in her point? Bee shook her head. “I’ve completely lost where I was going anyway. I think I was just trying to say that he’s a jealous ass who would believe that you would believe anything that came from Damien. Whether you would or not,” Bee paused, thinking about her words and smiling. “There! Now I think I’ve said it right,” she said with a small laugh. Sometimes being an English Lit. Professor got the better of blonde and she used more words than was necessary and then twisted them around. The fewer words, the better it was for people to understand Bridget’s backwards ass bluntness. Taylor got it easier than a lot of people, which was why the young doctor was so welcomed to Bee. Bee always joked that the two were friends because someone in the world had to understand her and translate.

If it would have been acceptable, Bridge would have been literally rolling around on the floor of the diner. But since it was, she was bent over the table with her arms crossed over her body, holding her sides as she laughed so hard she brought tears to her eyes. She hadn’t met the man, but she’d seen pictures of the two friends from around the same time, so she could picture this young guy freaking out in the middle of the desert. “I could totally picture that,” she said after a breath. “I just sincerely hope that he’s developed better control over his caffeine.” Bridget was laughing so hard, she actually let out a little snort, which only made her laugh harder. he’s gotten better control over his caffeine.” Bridget was laughing so hard, she actually let out a little snort, which only made her laugh harder.

Finally, her laughter died down and the young professor let out a sigh. Her stomach muscles were killing her after that little tale. Who needed the gym or trainers with those? Bridget crossed her arms on the table. “I think there’s another man in your life, and Drake isn’t like that too much. It takes away from the “All About Drake” show. I’m not saying he isn’t a good guy or a bad one, I’m just saying he’s a guy whose, apparently, though you’ve left that out, scorned. And he’s probably terrified, though like most men will also probably never admit it, that you’ll either end up cheating or leaving him,” Bee said flat out. She’d already had to talk around her foot in her mouth, doing it again wasn’t an issue. Besides, if she messed up again, Tay would be one of the only people to actually figure out what she meant.

Bridget shook her head on a sigh. Taylor routinely forgot to eat when she was stressed. Thankfully, Bee could count on one hand, maybe both how many times she’d see Tay in that state. And each and every time, Bee got her to eat, even if she swore she wasn’t hungry. Bee flagged down the nearest waitress and ordered them both two slices of that wonderful looking pie and coffee. As the waitress went on to get their order, Bee turned back to her friend. “You need to order something bigger than a sliver of pie and coffee when that waitress gets back here,” she said, with a subtle hint of ordering her friend around. She was a doctor, she went to medical school, she knew what could happen if people skipped meals and such and Bridget wasn’t going to let anything of the sort happen to her friend.

Tag: Tay <3
Words: 695
Location: WD Diner
Clothes: Something wicked this way comes
Lyrics: Stay Beautiful//Taylor Swift
Notes: Ugh, sorry lol

[Taylor Caroline Becks]

Rolling her eyes at her friend’s excitement, Taylor smiled, momentarily forgetting about the drama of her love life. “Please? Like I’m going to choose to walk around with a tiny scythe? Although, I think I’d get a few strange looks if no one quite knew my occupation.”

[/color] She pointed out the only flaw in an otherwise brilliant plan that they unfortunately wouldn’t be able to put into action for a good few long months yet.
Taylor blinked at her friend’s rewording of her opinion and then took a few seconds to process it. It still sounded confusing this time around, but at least the brunette didn’t feel the need to jump to the defensive now. “I think the more important point here, is why Drake doesn’t trust what I say. What have I done to make him think that he needs to be jealous?”[/color] She didn’t understand it, but then she probably could see it in herself. That was where outside opinions came in best.

Taylor laughed along with her friend. Whilst Bee didn’t know Damien, there had been enough anecdotes and pictures during her own friendship with the blonde. She doubted they’d remain strangers for long though, especially since he wasn’t just Taylor’s best friend, but also worked at the university. Sure, it was a big place, but after this she doubted Bee would keep her head down for much longer. “Oh, he has now. The guy drinks almost as much of it as I do. I think he was going through that phase where being a student meant drinking as much coffee as you possible could.”[/color] Tay had only been a rather innocent seventeen year old at the time, still blossoming into her tall height and features. Still, it was hilarious and watching Damien taught her everything she needed to avoid when her college experience came spinning around just under a year later.
That night was also only a few months before the night she had turned up at his dorm too. The memory once more returned to her mind with full force, just like the way it seemed to be doing recently and the brunette quickly moved her hair from her face and swallowed back the blush that otherwise would have flooded her cheeks.

The young doctor listened to her friend and sighed softly, nodding slowly. There was something more that threw her relationship with Drake into disarray but she didn’t know what it was. He just didn’t understand her quite enough to make her happy all the time and sometimes, he just tried too hard and it irked Taylor somewhat. She liked the pieces to fall into place naturally, and she wanted it to come with ease. Drake worked far too hard to put a smile on her face when Damien knew that all it took was just a little joke or one of those ridiculous questions about whether he could fit a whole cheeseburger in his mouth. Urgh, she really needed to stop comparing the two men when they occupied separate roles in her life, right? “How am I going to prove that to him though? Damien is always going to be part of my life and if Drake wants to be with me than he needs to find a way to work with that. I’m not about to kick Damien to the gutter when he means more to me than most people ever could.”[/color] She babbled, still trying to clear her mind of the fog that seemed to have settled for the long run.

She rolled her eyes again at Bee’s mothering. Sure, it was good to have someone to remind her what meals were from time to time when she lost herself in unnecessary troubles, but at the same time, she liked to argue that she was twenty-six and plenty capable of caring for herself. “The pie will be enough for now. I’ll grab some Chinese on the way back to Damien’s.”[/color] She figured one more night there might be for the best after that horrific fight with Drake. She’d see him at work in the morning and maybe then they could deal with whatever would be the next step, but right now, she just wanted to stay away from the man who had driven her to this level of confusion.
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[Bridget Cameron Delaynee]

It was a damn shame Halloween was so far away, the ideas that flew around for Taylor’s costume were amazing. They could do a whole thing, and it would be great. Okay, yeah, she’d probably get some odd looks if people were stupid enough to not clue in. But those who did would just die for it. Bridget arched a perfectly groomed brow. “No Doctor Dead that I know would ever be caught walking around with a tiny little scythe. No, you’d need something taller than you in proper heels,” she said. And by proper, naturally the young professor meant nothing shorter than four inches- on a bad day. And since Tay practically towered over the petite blonde- not really hard to do at five four, it meant that scythe had better be tall.

Bridget sat back to think about that. Naturally, her words were confusing and backwards. It was always the case when she was trying to get a serious topic or point across. But she thought, despite that, she’d managed well enough. “Can I just say he’s stupid and acting like a toddler?” she asked, being as blunt as ever. When did grown men turn into such whiny little babies? It was really starting to get on her nerves. There were even guys in one of her classes that started weeping over a play! “Look, you didn’t do anything wrong by hanging out with your friend. And as far as I know you haven’t said or done anything worse than that, so why he’s being such a child is even beyond me. Someone needs to grow up,” she said, sounding harsher than she’d planned for that last little part. But it was true. Bridge couldn’t believe that her friend would purposely do something that would offend anyone close to her.

Bee sighed, borderline ecstatic that they were sort of off that topic. She was getting a headache trying to think up reasons for Drake being such a jerk. Besides the obvious, her mind was a blank. She smiled, and breathed, trying to get the laughter under control again. “I remember that phase,” Bee said as if she was going through a flash back. “Good times, those were,” she said not remembering much from the beginning of College. There was a lot of coffee, a ton of sugar and more sleepless nights than she’d care to remember. Not to mention the three classes that were completely immersed in French. It was a damn good thing her parent’s made her speak it at home, or she would have been like almost every other person in those classes; royally screwed.

Bridget shook her head. “Tay, you don’t have to prove anything to him. If he can’t trust you enough to hang out with a childhood friend, or give you the space you often need after a particularly stressful day in the freezer than there’s probably next to nothing you can do to change his mind. And that’s exactly it. He needs to work on his self-esteem. Clearly he doesn’t have any if he’s that tied up about where you are, what you’re doing and who you’re doing it with,” she said, brushing a stray piece of silvery blonde hair out of her face.

Bridge was well aware that Tay was capable of taking care of herself. But she also knew that she often needed a little push to remember. At least if she was getting Chinese, Bee would worry less about getting a text message informing her that her best friend was in the hospital and not for work. “Back to Damien’s? Can’t go home just yet?” she asked, figuring if the roles were reversed, she wouldn’t want to be home either; thankfully, there hadn’t yet been a fight so extreme between the pretty blonde and her cop counterpart. Though she hadn’t seen him in a while either, so that was probably why. The waitress returned with their order and Bridget smiled up at the young girl and said her thanks before turning towards the sugar as the waitress left and pouring a serious amount into her coffee. She absolutely could not drink regular coffee; not without enough sugar to shock the system and two cute little packets of the creamer. Bridge didn’t normally drink regular coffee though; she tended to lean more towards the fancy. With the coffee doctored to her acceptance, Bee picked up the fork and sliced through a small bit of the pie to taste.

Tag: Tay <3
Words: 748
Location: WD Diner
Clothes: Something wicked this way comes
Lyrics: Stay Beautiful//Taylor Swift
Notes: Ugh, sorry lol