Drift through the ether

[magic_in_genius]

Riding on the bus is an exhilarating experience for William. In many ways. Things moving by so fast, so many people to look at. He has a thick stack of paper in his lap. His novel. The one that had been rejected by the publisher for many reasons. The handwritten part only being one of them. And he will get it suitable. He's not handling rejection

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[archangelet]

Tay, probably very rightly, realised after getting to the restaurant that the guy she's meeting won't know what mapquest is, or how to use it to know where he's going in advance. So she determined where the closest bus stop is (by asking someone) and is now crutching down the sidewalk at a modest speed, headed for said bus stop. She doesn't know what the guy looks like, but she assumes he'll have a stack of paper or something...

...Much like that guy in front of her looking vaguely lost.

"Hey, Mr. Shakespeare!" she shouts, still about half a block away. If that's him, he'll turn, and she'll know. If not, she sounds a bit like an idiot, but that's sadly not too new an experience for her, and she'll manage.

[magic_in_genius]

He looks up from the address in his arms to see someone coming towards him shouting his name. He really shouldn't be letting his name get shouted about. He was, what was it. William Tucker now? A name much less likely to draw attention.

"You must be Taylor?" he asks, shuffling the papers in his arms to make the bags he was carrying more comfortable. It is definitely too much for him to be carrying at the moment. "I was right, you know."

[archangelet]

Hey, to be fair, most people are going to assume she's teasing him, given the papers in his arms.

"It's Tay," she says immediately as she crutches up, and quirks an eyebrow at him. "And you were right about what now?"

[magic_in_genius]

"About you being fair," he says, nodding slowly. Everything is finally aligned, and walking's a bit easier. "And you were correct, too. Too much of a girl for my tastes." He walks slowly, so that she can keep up on her crutches.

He pauses every once in a while, trying to resettle the papers.

"Still, though, thank you so much. I've needed someone to look this over awfully."

[pressthatbutton]

Katja is, as always, fashionably late. Not too late as to miss the beginning of the game, because she would never do that, but late enough that she wasn't already at the bar when Francis got there. And really, she's not always fashionably late, but she's always fashionable when she's late, or something else silly and witty like that. Whatever, she's thinking less of wit and more of the various little poisons in her purse. She's not really sure which ones she'll try out, but she's got to do something because she needs to. Or she'll just waltz right in and snap his neck, and that has no finesse

[francis_barnam]

"People who have an insatiable fear of hospitals," Francis says, pushing a beer over to her. "And while I had it all planned out, someone who wasn't even supposed to be there was, and ruined it all." And the good drugs weren't really an option for him. He was the one, after all, that kept denying the good stuff, even when they offered it.

He was the opposite of a drug seeker, to say the least.

"So apparently, they should have won the Stanley Cup last year," he says. Subtle subject change there. Well, not really, but it's something Katja's probably more interested in latching onto, rather than him and hospitals. Hopefully she won't elbow him any time soon. She's sitting on his bad side.

[pressthatbutton]

Katja snorts at his fear, because...she's ten and she can, but she takes the beer. And promptly takes a moment to quench her thirst while he's explaining himself. "So they all say," she says when she finally comes up for air. "Everyone's got an excuse, though I'm very surprised yours wasn't 'the good drugs'." She leans in, squinting at his face a bit dramatically, making a great show of being suspicious of him. "It was the soylent green, wasn't it?"

She's teasing. Really. Maybe. Maybe she's thinking of ways to actually make soylent green and feed it to him. Or at least her version of soylent green, which is significantly less healthy.

"Damn straight, they should've!" she says. Congratulations, you've successfully derailed the Katja, for now. She leans over, gesticulating a bit, though it's rather unclear what she's gesticulating at or about. "You know, I think it's the name. People just see 'penguins' and can't take them seriously. Nobody ever wants to know that the Penguins won anything, because they can't bear to

[francis_barnam]

He doesn't quite understand what she's asking about now. Whether she's asking about why he's scared shitless of hospitals or whether she's asking about his excuse as to why he couldn't escape. God, sometimes he wonders if maybe he is stupid.

Luckily, his subject switch to hockey completely got her off the subject of the hospital. He really didn't want to think about that right now, and he really didn't want to get teased about it. Right now, he wanted to get drunk with someone who wasn't an idiot, and watch some hockey. He's taken quite a liking to the sport. It's sports and there's violence.

He listens to her rant on about the name of the team. It's amusing to see her go off like that. But he's also not drunk enough. And the the sports are on. Perfect timing.

The game gets off to a bad start. Which isn't good, considering. He frowns, looking up at the television. "God dammit, are you blind, ref?" he asks, as if the television can hear him. "That check could not be legal." It's so easy to get wrapped up in sports.