RP Log | Waiting
*Connie's in Queens, decides to drop by Alex's....*
Connie Rubirosa: *knock knock EamesDresden door*
David Dresden: *David opens the door* Yo.
David Dresden: *little wave of hello*
Connie Rubirosa: ...you're not Alex. *can't help a smirk*
David Dresden: *looks down at his non-breasts* What gave me away?
David Dresden: *smirks back*
Connie Rubirosa: The height.
David Dresden: Yeah, that's true. Not having to bend at the knees... *gestures she come inside*
Ellie Eames: *is in the living room, half-asleep in the pack'n'play, cuddling Mr Bunny*
Connie Rubirosa: She here?
Connie Rubirosa: *goes in*
David Dresden: No. Sorry. She should be on her way home though. *closes the door behind her*
Connie Rubirosa: Oh, okay...I was just in the neighborhood...
David Dresden: You came to see how she was doing, huh? *small smile*
Connie Rubirosa: Something like that.
David Dresden: *nods* She'd only tell you she was fine, you know? *little smirk* How are you?
Connie Rubirosa: *nods* I'm all right. Little tired.
David Dresden: *gestures to the kitchen* You want a drink? She won't be too long...
Connie Rubirosa: *hand to her stomach* A glass of water would be great, actually.
David Dresden: *nods, goes to get her a water and comes back* Maybe a sandwich as well? *noticing the way she touched her stomach, thinking she's not eaten properly*
Connie Rubirosa: I'm okay, thanks. Just thirsty.
David Dresden: Okay. You working too hard? *goes to the living room with her*
Connie Rubirosa: A little. *sits on the couch, takes a drink of water*
David Dresden: *nods, sits down, too* And how is work going? *curious*
David Dresden: *mostly referring to the case he cares about*
Ellie Eames: *sitting up and looking at them, half-asleep*
Connie Rubirosa: It's...going as best as it can be.
David Dresden: Right... *slow nod, not sure how to take that*
Connie Rubirosa: We're still trying to make sure we have everything ready for trial.
David Dresden: Of course. I hope there's enough.
Ellie Eames: *pulls herself so she's standing, dropping Mr Bunny and her pacifier, and hangs onto the side of the pack'n'play, watching them quietly, rubbing her eyes, just listening to their voices*
Connie Rubirosa: We definitely have enough evidence. *looks over, smiles at Ellie* Hey, Ellie.
David Dresden: Good, good. *nods and looks over as well* Hey, smelly-Ellie, when did you wake up?
Ellie Eames: *sleepy grin and holds up her arms like 'get me out'*
Connie Rubirosa: *chuckles at that*
David Dresden: *goes over and picks her up*
Ellie Eames: *wiggles her legs until he puts her back down on the floor, then she toddles over to Connie*
Connie Rubirosa: Hey, sweetheart. *smiles at her*
Ellie Eames: *huge smile* *babbles at her and points to her own hair*
Connie Rubirosa: *pats her hair*
Ellie Eames: *baby!giggle, pats Connie's arm*
David Dresden: Don't ask me what she means about her hair, I have no idea.
Connie Rubirosa: *grinning at Ellie*
Ellie Eames: *bounces on the spot then toddles off to pick up a teddy bear and brings it back to Connie* Dat
Connie Rubirosa: That, hm?
Connie Rubirosa: Is this Teddy?
Ellie Eames: *points to the teddy's eyes, nearly poking them out* Yo-yo-yo.
Connie Rubirosa: Careful. You don't want to hurt Teddy. *smiles*
Ellie Eames: *picks up Teddy again and looks at him, hugs him and then hands him back, babbles* *then she toddles off and grabs another teddy, this one has a ballerina costume on, goes back to Connie and hands it to her*
David Dresden: I don't think Connie wants all your toys...
Connie Rubirosa: Do you want to play with them, Ellie? *dances the ballerina teddy around*
Ellie Eames: *claps her hands together* Hehehehe. *watching the teddy dance around with amusement*
Connie Rubirosa: *keeps doing that*
David Dresden: Does she always make you play games like that? *smirks*
Connie Rubirosa: Sometimes.
Connie Rubirosa: *seems content with it, patient*
David Dresden: *smirks* Hey, Ellie, show Connie that you know where your nose is? Point to your nose?
Ellie Eames: *stops, looks at him and then slaps her own nose*
Connie Rubirosa: *laughs* Good girl, El.
David Dresden: And your toes?
Ellie Eames: *bends down and touches her toes* Hehehehe
David Dresden: I just like to see her do that, where she *mimicks the way Ellie tapped her nose*
Ellie Eames: *does it again*
David Dresden: Yeah, your nose. Thankfully, it doesn't look like mine. *smirks*
Connie Rubirosa: *laughs*
Connie Rubirosa: *taps Ellie's nose*
Ellie Eames: *tries to reach up and pat Connie's nose*
Connie Rubirosa: *leans down so she can, hair falling in her face a bit*
Ellie Eames: *taps her nose and laughs* Bah, bah, bah.
Connie Rubirosa: *laughs at that*
Ellie Eames: *toddles over to David, who leans forward to let her do the same thing to him*
Ellie Eames: *goes to Connie and squeaks* Boooooo
David Dresden: So, how's married life treatin' ya?
Connie Rubirosa: *ruffles Ellie's hair, then looks at David* Great.
David Dresden: That's good. *smirks*
Connie Rubirosa: I think so.
David Dresden: Not wanting to kill each other yet or regrettin' it? *joking, teasing*
Connie Rubirosa: *laughs* No.
Ellie Eames: ...nah, nah, nah. *as she toddles off to some more toys*
David Dresden: Then it must be really good.
David Dresden: *smirky smile*
Connie Rubirosa: *nods*
Connie Rubirosa: How's Internal Affairs?
David Dresden: Oh you know, cops breaking the law, boss breathing down my neck, having to work with people I don't like- same old, same old.
Connie Rubirosa: Do you like much of anyone? *teasing*
David Dresden: I like a few people... *smirks*
Connie Rubirosa: Besides Alex and Ellie.
David Dresden: ...Oh. Damn. HAH! Sam. There, you missed one. *smirks*
David Dresden: And hey, you're... okay. *that's his way of saying, yeah, I don't dislike you*
Connie Rubirosa: *snort* Gee, thanks.
David Dresden: No problem. *smirks*
David Dresden: I mean it, from the bottom of my heart. *huge smirk*
Connie Rubirosa: *laughs* Uh-huh. *dancing the bear for Ellie again*
David Dresden: For real.
David Dresden: *chuckles*
Ellie Eames: Hehehehehee *bouncing like she's trying to dance*
Connie Rubirosa: *smirks at Ellie* Are you gonna be a ballerina? Auntie Connie could show you a few things...
David Dresden: Hey, the kid has got rhythm.
Ellie Eames: Hehehe. *babbles*
Connie Rubirosa: She does. Do you want to do a pirouette, Ellie? *makes a twirling motion with her finger*
Ellie Eames: *watches her finger and then grabs it*
David Dresden: *laughs* What the heck is pirouette?
Connie Rubirosa: *takes her hand and 'twirls' Ellie so she moves in a circle* Well, you'd be en pointe and one of your legs would be off the ground, but...close enough.
Ellie Eames: *grins, tries to do it again and nearly falls over*
David Dresden: I'm assuming you were some kind of ballerina then?
Connie Rubirosa: Some kind, yeah. *laughs as she helps Ellie*
Ellie Eames: *happy and excited, bounces* Yo-yo-yo
Connie Rubirosa: *grinning at her*
Ellie Eames: *huge smile, giggly*
Connie Rubirosa: *really amused*
David Dresden: Not sure you should be a ballerina, Ellie-bean. Got a feeling you're gonna confused me.
David Dresden: *smirks*
Connie Rubirosa: *chuckles*
Ellie Eames: *points to David and squeaks*
Connie Rubirosa: Yeah, he's silly, isn't he?
Ellie Eames: Hehehehe
David Dresden: Hey!
Connie Rubirosa: I think she agrees.
David Dresden: That's not right. Where -is- Alex, she would be my side *hmph*
Connie Rubirosa: Uh-huh.
David Dresden: Hey, *leans forward to Ellie* you're supposed to love me. *points at her*
Ellie Eames: Dada! *points back, and waves*
David Dresden: *sound of a car coming into the driveway*
Connie Rubirosa: *laughing*
David Dresden: Yeah, that's me. You got that right. And I think that's mama coming home.
Connie Rubirosa: *takes another drink of water*
Alex Eames: *opens the door, and steps inside, does a double-take when she sees Connie* ...hey?
Ellie Eames: *toddles over to her, as fast as she can and grabs her legs* Mama, mama, mama.
Connie Rubirosa: Hi. *smiles*
Alex Eames: How're you? *returns the smile*
Alex Eames: *lifts up Ellie*
Connie Rubirosa: Good. I was in the neighborhood...
Alex Eames: *she still looks exhausted and drained* *nods* Visiting your parents?
Ellie Eames: *holding tightly to Alex, and hugging her*
Connie Rubirosa: Nima, actually.
Alex Eames: Oh, your friend who I met at your bachorlorette party?
Connie Rubirosa: Yes.
Alex Eames: *nods* Did something happen with the case...?
Connie Rubirosa: *shakes her head* Nothing new.
Alex Eames: *sits down* Okay. *relieved in a weird way*
David Dresden: *smirks* She just wanted to come over and do girl-talk with you.
David Dresden: Instead she got me.
Connie Rubirosa: *smirks* I just wanted to see how you were. *to Alex*
Alex Eames: I'm fine.
David Dresden: *has this 'told you so' look aimed at Connie*
David Dresden: ...wait, you don't want to see how I am?
Connie Rubirosa: Uh-huh. *to Alex*
Alex Eames: I'm... trying to be fine. *small smile*
Connie Rubirosa: *nods*
Connie Rubirosa: *takes another sip of water*
David Dresden: *smiles*
Alex Eames: *nods, looks at Ellie, who is curled up on her* Have you been here long? *to Connie*
Connie Rubirosa: Not too long. 20 minutes, maybe.
Alex Eames: *looks at them both with a raised brow*
David Dresden: What? I was a good boy, and the perfect host.
Connie Rubirosa: He was. He got me water and everything. *waves water*
David Dresden: I even offered a sandwich *smug look*
Alex Eames: ...I wasn't gonna say anything like that.
David Dresden: I would have. *smirks*
Connie Rubirosa: *smiles*
Alex Eames: *hands Ellie to David, who complains at that* I need coffee. *stands back up* *to Connie* You want one?
Connie Rubirosa: I'm okay with just the water, but thanks. I'll go with you to the kitchen while you make it, though. *follows her*
Alex Eames: *shares a smile with David and strokes Ellie's head as she leads the way to the kitchen*
Connie Rubirosa: *goes with her, taking her water*
Alex Eames: *starts making coffee* You want more water?
Connie Rubirosa: A little, please.
Alex Eames: *takes her glass and fills it up, handing it back to her*
Connie Rubirosa: Thanks. *drinks a sip*
Alex Eames: Welcome. *small smile* *remembers she's got her coat on and takes it off*
Alex Eames: Had a long day?
Connie Rubirosa: Not too bad.
Alex Eames: *making coffee* How's Cutter?
Connie Rubirosa: Good. I'd ask you how David is, but.
Alex Eames: Hah, yeah. *smiles*
Connie Rubirosa: *smiles* And Ellie seems even more active than last time I saw her.
Alex Eames: *smiles* She's definitely grown quite a lot since you last saw her, hasn't she?
Connie Rubirosa: She has.
Alex Eames: Don't blink...
Alex Eames: *nearly drops the mug, catches it*
Connie Rubirosa: You okay?
Alex Eames: Yes. Oops?
Connie Rubirosa: *smirk*
Alex Eames: I'm fine, apparently I have butter fingers though
Connie Rubirosa: It happens.
Alex Eames: *nods* So, do you guys now have everything you need for the trial?
Connie Rubirosa: Pretty much...
Connie Rubirosa: It starts Monday...wow..*thinking*
Alex Eames: ...really? *surprised*
Connie Rubirosa: *nods*
Alex Eames: *winces*
Connie Rubirosa: Monday through Wednesday, then a break for Thanksgiving....wow...*thinking, lost in thought*
Alex Eames: *looks into the coffee pot* Right. *looks back at her* What?
Connie Rubirosa: I was just thinking back to this time last year.
Alex Eames: *frowns*
Alex Eames: Oh?
Connie Rubirosa: *nods* I was--*laughs*--Michael and I were on the outs, with that whole juror thing.
Alex Eames: *raised brow* What do you mean?
Alex Eames: I only recall you two having a disagreement, I didn't realise it was... *makes a motion with her hand as in 'bye bye'*
Connie Rubirosa: It was...tense.
Connie Rubirosa: There was a lot of uncertainty.
Alex Eames: Well, a lot changes.
Alex Eames: I didn't know it had been that serious, I thought it was a misunderstanding?
Connie Rubirosa: It was....it was just uncomfortable, the whole trial.
Alex Eames: That was a year ago, huh?
Connie Rubirosa: *nods*
Alex Eames: Well... doesn't time fly.
Connie Rubirosa: It does. *laughs*
Alex Eames: Next thing you'll know, you''ll be here saying 'my, it's been a year since I married him' and I will laugh. In a good way...
Connie Rubirosa: *laughs* I will
Alex Eames: I will be disappointed if you don't
Ellie Eames: *comes quickly toddling in* Mama, Mama, Mama. *goes to where her highchair is*
Connie Rubirosa: *laughs*
Alex Eames: Subtle, Ellie. Very subtle.
Alex Eames: *hiding a yawn, lifts her up and puts her in the highchair, fastens her in* *makes her a sandwich*
Connie Rubirosa: *chuckles*
Alex Eames: You want one?
Connie Rubirosa: I'm good, thanks. I should be heading home to make dinner soon.
David Dresden: I want one! I want one! *from the living room*
Alex Eames: Cutter isn't making you dinner?
Connie Rubirosa: He's probably getting home the same time as I am.
Alex Eames: Great. You can argue over who gets to make what.
Alex Eames: *cuts up Ellie's sandwich up into manageable pieces and puts it on her baby plate and hands it to her*
Connie Rubirosa: We'll probably end up helping each other.
Alex Eames: Fun.
Ellie Eames: *chomps on the sandwiches* Mmmm
Connie Rubirosa: It can be. *smirk*
Alex Eames: Foodfight?
Connie Rubirosa: ....something like that.
Alex Eames: ...really?
Alex Eames: I was joking
Alex Eames: *thoughtful face*
Connie Rubirosa: ....if by foodfight, you mean...
Alex Eames: Minor in the room, don't give me details... and please, that's not sanitary in a kitchen...
Connie Rubirosa: *laughs* It can be.
Alex Eames: Really?
Connie Rubirosa: Sure.
Alex Eames: *little chuckle, shakes her head* I don't wanna know.
Connie Rubirosa: Good. I don't wanna tell.
Alex Eames: You have no idea how relieved I am.
Connie Rubirosa: *smirk*
David Dresden: *comes in, knowing there is food going around* What are you relieved about?
Alex Eames: Nothing.
David Dresden: *doesn't believe her, looks at Ellie* ...you've got my sandwich?
Connie Rubirosa: *smirking*
Alex Eames: *rolleyes* Connie had your sandwich.
Ellie Eames: Hehehehe. *eating, all over her face*
Connie Rubirosa: *shrugs like oops*
David Dresden: *eyes wide at Connie* You had my sandwich? I'm gonna starve now.
Connie Rubirosa: Sorry.
David Dresden: *hand to his chest, mock hurt* Why?
Connie Rubirosa: It was good, too.
Alex Eames: *got her back to them, busying herself with whatever*
David Dresden: *dramatic sigh* I hope you're satisfied with yourself. You owe me a sandwich
Connie Rubirosa: In that case, it was Ellie.
Connie Rubirosa: She did it.
David Dresden: *looks at sweet, innocent Ellie and then back to Connie* Nah, I think it was you.
Connie Rubirosa: *laughs*
David Dresden: I expect a replacement sandwich, with all the fillings.
David Dresden: *smirks*
Ellie Eames: Hehehehe *sticky!*
Alex Eames: *turns back around, leaning heavily against the counter -- very very tired* She doesn't have to get you nothing. I didn't make you one.
David Dresden: *shocked!face*
David Dresden: Well... *pouts*
Connie Rubirosa: *laughs*
Alex Eames: *yawns*...sorry.
David Dresden: Actually, you just look like you're gonna drop rather than sorry. *smirks* *looks to Connie, like 'back me up'*
Connie Rubirosa: You do look tired. *gets up* speaking of which, I should probably get going.
Alex Eames: *waves them both off* Thanks for coming.
Connie Rubirosa: No problem. *puts her glass in the sink*
Alex Eames: *smiles, shows her to the door*
Connie Rubirosa: *goes* See you later.
Alex Eames: Bye. Have a good night. *closes the door once she's gone*
Connie Rubirosa: Thanks. *goes*