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deadlines and meetings and contracts...

Jan 16, 2009 00:14

There's always a lot of things going on in Chicago at any given time. Anywhere you go, any neighbourhood, any hour, there will be something ~HAPPENING~.

For example, at the Conrad Hotel, Adelaide Hunt is packing her bags to head back to New York, and hoping very desperately that Martin got her voicemail asking him to come up so she could say good ( Read more... )

will tippin, rose tyler (and cassandra), maya roy, marshall flinkman, dmitri lang, desmond descant, annie cartwright, dusty baker, mat wallace, tay barnam, adelaide hunt, 42-k (devon), dr. horrible, maria jackson, fiona glenanne, donna noble, john smith, mathias, becky trapper

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trivialsublime0 January 17 2009, 01:00:51 UTC

Well, it's not Annie Hunt, anyway, and that's the important thing, right, Becky?

Rusty occasionally visits the Gauche. He used to live there after all and his sister still does. So. It's not totally out of the question that he would be here right now. He walks into the sun room, noticing Becky and her muttering to herself.

Interesting.

"Hey, Becks!" Rusty waves at her from the entrance.

Then he kneels down for the benefit of the puppy as the tennis ball rolls to stop in front of his feet and he reaches out to scritch the dog behind the ears with a smile. "Freddy."

worseforfears January 17 2009, 01:35:39 UTC

"Ferdi," Becky corrects without thinking, and groans a little, flopping on the ground near the other two, prompting Ferdinand to, of course, climb all over her. "God, I am so ridiculous. Rusty, tell me something ridiculous you've done recently so I can feel better about myself?"

She's only half-kidding, sadly, but she means it in love!

trivialsublime0 January 17 2009, 02:12:05 UTC

"Freddy," Rusty insists, in a loud whisper to the dog even as he climbs all over her.

He has always and will always refuse to call the poor guy Ferdinand.

Rusty glances at Becky with a half smile as he stops kneeling and plops down on the grass next to her in a seated position. "Really? Y'never exactly struck me as the ridiculous type, Becks, and I should know. You hide it well."

"Hmm." He seems to think about it, because he's apparently going to grant her half-kidding request, because he cares. He's trying to keep the drug dealing stories out of this. "I tried to convince some old lady who shoved cookies at my face and wouldn't stop huggin' me that I'm not a good person. Helped a cat get into a club. Talked shit about the group I work for. Challenged a seven year old to a Nintendo DS match on Brain-Age. And lost. We hittin' enough levels of ridiculous yet to help?"

worseforfears January 17 2009, 04:52:55 UTC

Becky laughs softly at the tales, and reaches over to ruffle Rusty's hair. "Yeah, thanks." She sits up and smiles at him. "So, you coming with us to Cabo? I think we're leaving next week."

trivialsublime0 January 17 2009, 05:14:10 UTC

Rusty smiles a little when she ruffles his hair. He should really get used to this whole affectionate touch deal. Right.

"Good, cause I was about runnin' out there."

He shakes his head.

"Nah, definetly not. Thought you ladies could use the alone time, anyway," he says and smiles with an expression that implies he knows more than he should for being as dumb as most people think he is. "It seemed like kind of a special trip so I said no, thanks. Plus, I think my bosses would think I'm skipping town and proceed to hunt me down. Would rather not go there."

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