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Pondering.

Jul 04, 2006 02:22

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jessequick July 4 2006, 13:47:59 UTC

And she is. End of quarter, all that. And from inside her office comes the sound of music.

That's new, isn't it? Music at the office?

I...just wanna fly. Put your arms around me, baby; put your arms around me, baby.... Now and again, Jesse's light voice can be heard dotting in a lyric or two. Sugar Ray. At least it's not the Spice Girls.

fleet_feet July 4 2006, 19:54:45 UTC

Oh god. Sugar Ray. That dude was such a cheesy hunk of...

Chill, Wally. It's a step up from silence for her. Or is it?

But obviously, it's been long enough since Alan that she's not moping, at least, so best not to drag her back down.

He vibrates his head through to look and make sure she's alone, before stepping all the way in.

"All right, this is an intervention."

jessequick July 4 2006, 20:27:19 UTC

She's alone. Half a salad is next to her along with an empty bottle of water, and she is bent over a thick printout of something with a lot of numbers in columns. Can't be interesting, can it? Her red pen poised in midair, Jesse looks up and then stands so abruptly her chair rolls into the floor-length window behind her.

Then she stares.

fleet_feet July 4 2006, 20:46:52 UTC

He likes the reaction. But he's good to his word, and he's over at the stereo instantaneously.

"This station is no longer allowable listening. Crap 93.5 Cheese FM is no good. I am Jack Black, and this is your School of Rock."

With a twist of the dial, it is now time to Get the Led Out.

"HAMMER OF THE GODS!"

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fleet_feet July 5 2006, 00:18:28 UTC

As suspected.

"Look. How about, for tonight, I'll take myself off the list of things you have to try not to think about. Because not dealing with things is very bad."

jessequick July 5 2006, 00:23:47 UTC

Her head swivels so that she can stare at the redhead beside her. "What's that mean?" she asks in a soft, slightly fretful tone.

fleet_feet July 5 2006, 00:44:01 UTC

"I'm the poster boy for not dealing with things, and it's gotten me nothing but trouble. So, how about, while I'm here tonight, we try to get your dealing done, huh? No more bottling."

jessequick July 5 2006, 00:48:11 UTC

Jesse hesitates. "I don't know what to say," she admits after a few seconds.

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jessequick July 5 2006, 18:58:39 UTC

A few hours later, Wally and Jesse have found a place to eat...in Vegas. It was getting late in Philadelphia. "I heard the food here's really good," she remarks to Wally as she settles in their corner table along with a plate from the impressive buffet. A salad to start for her, but rolls and butter are involved; she's burned off a lot of calories.

(From the run from the east coast. Minds out of the gutter.)

fleet_feet July 6 2006, 02:57:39 UTC

"Yeah, this is good. Gotta love how cheap Vegas food can be sometimes."

He speaks from experience. He also has significantly more than a salad.

jessequick July 6 2006, 14:32:13 UTC

As she will once she gets that far down the buffet. First things first. "So, um...I think first I should apologize for asking people to keep an eye on you."

fleet_feet July 6 2006, 21:39:59 UTC

"Oh, no biggie. Dick would've done it anyway, I think. Unless you mean I'm being spied on by a shadowy organization that operates above the law."

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