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Pre Game Posting
Topic Started: Aug 23 2009, 05:08 PM (1,604 Views)
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I know I said one week... but with the sudden end of Heroes (brilliant as it was) we're now going to have TWO weeks of pregame posting. I can't move the actual start date up due to the bunk email that I sent out and in all honesty, I'm not ready yet and I'm buying myself a little more time.

Rules for pregame posting:

1. Always remember... with ANY post that you do, this helps to solidify your character in my head. Just remember that...

2. This is NOT to move the story along in any way, shape or form. This again, is to help you get into character and for me to learn.

3. No adventures.

4. No hints that the world is going to end. No foreshadowing. No foreboding. Nada. Of course if you want some fascination with the 2012 end of the world stuff or Nostradamus or the Mayan predictions... so be it. These are every day ordinary people... interests can vary. But I don't want to see this every where I turn. Got it?

5. No noticing omens... okay I'm sure you're getting the picture.

6. I want your characters to interact ONLY with themselves or NPCs (non player characters).

7. The ONLY exception to rule #6 is for flashbacks and that it IF you and another player have worked out a history together or a memorable run in with each other. (ie. Adam and Willow or Ames and Alex)



And with that being said... I think that's about it.

You're still free to post new characters until the cut off date.

Have fun!
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ADAM/ CALLI /MARK

“Shit, dude, that guy was a fuckin’ idiot!” Adam exclaimed, taking some cereal out of the cupboard. “Who the fuck was he with? Not Rolling Stone, that’s for sure,” he scoffed as he poured some soy milk on his Kashi.

Mark shook his head. “I dunno, man, but we gotta be more selective with who we let on this bus to do interviews.” Mark strummed a little on his bass while smoking a cigarette. He shook his head again while musing, “Why the fuck would you dress up like a monkey??”

“No doubt, dude.” Adam sat down at the cramped table on the tour bus—you’d think with as many albums as they’d sold they could afford a bus with more space—and started munching on his cereal. “I can’t wait to tell Willow about that one, she’ll get a kick out of it.”

“Yeah, man, that she will,” Mark said, taking a long drag before flicking the butt out the bus window. He knew that Adam didn’t like people smoking on the bus when he had his daughter on on board, but he appreciated the fact that Adam didn’t get on his ass about it. He was a cool dude, bandmate or not.

Adam didn’t say anything about Mark smoking on the bus; he could see that the cigarette was less than half smoked when he flicked it out the window, so it was obviously Mark was showing respect for his wishes about cigarettes around Calli. Speaking of Calli, she’d probably be up soon. He quickly finished his cereal and tossed his bowl in the sink. “I’m gonna get in a quick work out before Callie gets up, man, can you hang out in case she gets up before I get back?”

“Uh….” Mark actually wasn’t too keen on kids, taking care of them at least. Adam flashed him a look. Mark sighed. “Yeah, all right, just hurry up, dude, ok?”

Adam grinned, and pulled his knit cap over his head. “I’ll be back in 20 minutes, I’m just gonna run.”

“Well make sure you get back before we take off. Our bus driver’s a fucking retard, you know. He left your ass last time.”

Adam laughed. “Yeah, that definitely sucked. Lucky for me you came back for my ass, huh?” He winked at Mark and took off running.

“Shit,” Mark said, wrinkling his nose. He really didn’t like kids all that much. He prayed like mad that Adam’s little princess didn’t wake up before Adam got back.

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It was a chilly morning, and Adam could see his breath as he ran. He preferred using the gym over running, but when you were on a tour bus, you got a work out in however you could. Adam loved working out—it was a chance to be alone and have time to reflect. He felt peaceful. Sometimes it seemed like he was the only person in the world when he was up early and working out—after all, he was in a band—most everyone around him went to bed about the same time he got up.

That wasn’t to say that Adam didn’t do his share of partying. He loved to, but after becoming a father, he started taking a little better care of himself. That, and the fact that he liked to be able to keep up with his wife. She was definitely in great shape. The first time they went rock climbing together, Adam had been huffing and puffing like an old man while Willow half-laughed at him, half glared at him in scorn for being such a pussy. So he partied, but he was more selective about it now. Of course, had he not had Calli with him on this tour, he’d have been three sheets to the wind every night. Probably the reason Willow insisted he take her. Adam smiled wistfully; Willow wasn’t a dummy.

Adam rounded the corner and noted the coffee shop on the left. He’d stop there on the way back for Mark and Paul. They’d need it. Paul more than Mark, definitely. Paul had been insane last night. Plus he always woke up bleary-eyed after a night of cranberry vodka shots and coke. Adam smirked. Ah, Paul. He never knew when enough was enough. It’s why he ended up in bed with so many ugly girls.

Willow had definitely NOT been one of the ugly girls Paul had taken out. Adam wasn’t exactly proud of the fact that Paul’s date to the Video Music Awards ended up in his bed that night rather than in Paul’s, but he didn’t regret it, either. Adam had laid his eyes on Willow walking with Paul down the aisle toward their seats and had immediately been smitten. He had been giddy when Willow sat next to him, and leaned into him to whisper in his ear all night. Should he have asked Paul’s date to spend the night partying with him, and eventually back to his place for the night? Obviously not. But Adam had been unable to help himself. Paul had forgiven Adam, of course, because Paul was a nice guy and had ended up in bed with someone else that night, anyway.

Adam felt the ache settle into his right ankle—the one he had broken a few months ago while running with his baggage to the tour bus in Austrailia. He'd tripped over his own goddamn feet and felt the splintering CRUNCH as he landed with his ankle bent under him. It was a stupid thing to happen, and Adam had had to learn to play drums left-footed, but it was fine. He’d healed. But he still developed an ache that came on when it was chilly like this. Adam slowed down to a slow jog to give his ankle a rest. His breath plumed out in the chilly air. Was it always this cold in Arizona in the morning? Shit, it was the desert, wasn’t it? Fuck.

Adam glanced at his watch. Calli would be up in just a matter of minutes, if she wasn’t already. He thought of Mark, the toddler-challenged bass player of Area 5, and turned around to head back to the bus. He’d have to skip the coffee shop. But that was ok. He could make it on the bus. He was handy like that.

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Calli sleepily stumbled down the hallway of the bus, dragging her blankie behind her, and yawned. She looked around the kitchen area, and not seeing her daddy, got mildly worried. She did see Mark, there, though, and smiled widely. She held her arms out to him. “Up!” she grinned.

“Oh, shit,” Mark mumbled under his breath. He reluctantly picked up Adam’s little girl and sat her on his lap. Adam, you bastard, hurry up and get back here! Callie babbled happily as she nestled into Mark’s considerable stomach. “Daddy?” she asked, her big blue eyes round and angelic.

“He’ll be back real soon, sweetie, real soon,” and if he’s not, Mark thought, I’m killing the little shit.
Edited by bebeluv1, Aug 27 2009, 10:35 AM.
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The alarm clock buzzed its usual continuous buz, not taking a breather. The single dreadful sound could only be silenced by the small red button on the top. Rozalina wanted nothing more than for it to be silenced, so she forced herself out of a deep sleep to shut it up. She cracked her eye open and squinted it shut when it alerted her brain of the time. It was six o'clock again, which meant that she has to get up and go to work.

Rozalina rolled out of bed, knowing what the rest of the day would be like. She would eat breakfast, get dressed, then walk to the hospital where she would sit in the truck bay, waiting for calls that never come. But when they do come, she'll have to instruct someone to lay down on the stretcher while she sits in the back with them all the way to the hospital. Oh, so very interesting.

She clicked the stove on and with a spark, ignited the controlled flame that licked the air. She placed a pan on top of it and walked across the kitchen to the refrigerator, opened the door and retreived the eggs. As she did, the wall phone rang. She quickly put the eggs on the counter and strode to the phone. When she picked it up, an urgent sounding Jason was on the other line.

"Roza?"

"Yes Jason. It is me." Rozalina responded, taking an egg out of it's carton and cracked it on the counter. He was usually the only guy who would call her, usually to try to set up some kind of date. He didn't sound like he wanted a date right then.

"Where are the hell are you? We were supposed to be at the hospital early today, remember?" Jason barked out quickly, making sure Ronnie, the so called "boss", didn't hear the warning, "Ronnie's on the prowl today making sure everyones on time and up to date. You better get here, and quick, or you're ass is grass."

Rozalina casually cracked another egg and poured the contents into the pan.

"I do not understand." Rozalina said, her thick Eastern accent clearly noticable. This reminded Jason for the hundreth time she barely speaks English.

"You. Here. Now. Ronnie is in the truck bay!." He repeated as quietly as clearly as possible.

"Ronnie is at hospital?" She repeated, almost dropping an egg shell, "Now?!"

"Yes now!" Jason said.

"No! I'll be there in a little!" Rozalina said and dropped the phone onto the reciever. She jogged into the bedroom and pulled on the uniform navy blue EMT pants and lashed the over-sized first aid fanny pack around her waist. The fanny pack was optional, and she decided to keep it for a "just in case" scenario. She slid her patch decorated white collared button up shirt and went for her boots when she remembered about the eggs she left cooking on the stove.

"Shit! Eggs!" She called out and ran into the kitchen just in time to watch the eggs catch aflame. "Shit! No!"

Rozalina opened the cupboards as fast as she could, careful not to lean into the fire. She grabbed a bag of baking soda and backed up when she felt her arm starting to get hot. She turned off the stove first then applied the baking soda, watching the flames slowly smother out. She picked up a dish cloth that was sitting on the counter nearby and patted out the fire, completely extinguishing it.

"Come on..." She complained, looking at the mess on the floor. She shook her head and regretted letting the mess sit there for the ants to come, but she didn't have a choice. Ronnie was at the hospital which meant only one, possible thing...Inspections.
"Beware of the false prophets, who come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly are ravenous wolves." Matthew 7:15
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Interview with Adam Barkley in Spin Magazine:
AREA 5 DRUMMER ADAM BARKLEY TELLS IT LIKE IT IS
By Neil Thurman

Adam Barkley is even smaller in person than he looks in pictures. Long and lanky, he exposes his signature tattoos in a tank top and those baggy shorts he loves so much. His mohawk, also a Barkley staple, is tucked away today under a baseball cap. His two nose rings and his lip ring glimmer in the cast off light from the small table lamp next to him. He looks either like a rock star, or a thug. He couldn’t be anything else.

NT: I see you’ve finally got the walking boot off your ankle, which must be a relief.

AB: Yeah, I had to wear it like 5 months or something like that, but it’s been off for a couple months and it feels good.

NT: Any new tattoos?

AB: Um, yeah, I have two new ones I just got a couple weeks ago. (at this point he shows me his wrists, each one etched with one of the names of his children—Lex and Calli)

NT: Nice. (and they truly are). Tell me about the new tour; it’s shorter than your normal tours, why is that?

AB: There’s a couple of reasons. One, I have my daughter with me this tour and so a shorter tour makes sense when you’re looking after a child. Two, we’re exhausted. We’ve been touring like two years straight with barely a break and we just need the time off.

NT: Your wife usually tours with you, but not this time?

AB: No, she’s off having an adventure of her own right now. She’s got Lex with her. She feels like it’s really important that our kids experience other cultures and stuff.

NT: How do you feel about it?

AB: I’m supportive of it. It’s not as big a deal to me as it is to her. We just grew up in totally different environments so we have different outlooks on some things. She’s had that kind of free life ever since she was a kid and I just grew up in a small city doing normal neighborhood stuff. I never really went anywhere as a kid.

NT: You rarely speak of your childhood, or your father who raised you as a single dad.

AB: I don’t like to talk about it, because I don’t want to say anything negative about my father, which is what most interviewers try to provoke me into doing. It’s lame, but that’s what people want to see—the animosity and the drama.

NT: Would you say you had a happy childhood?

AB: I’ll say that I never really wanted for anything. My pops did the best he could to provide for me.

NT: I’ve heard that your mother died giving birth to you…

AB: Yes, sir, she did. She died shortly after I was born. A heart thing, I think. I’m not really sure. No one’s ever really explained it to me.

NT: Your father didn’t tell you?

AB: My father has never talked about my mother to me. I don’t know a thing about her other than what my grandparents told me before they passed away.

NT: You don’t like talking about it, do you?

AB: No, and I’m not going to say anything else, because it will just get blown out of proportion.

NT: Fair enough. What are your plans after the tour?

AB: I plan on going home, hugging my kids, kissing my wife, and just hanging out with them.

NT: What do you think of the naysayers that say your skills as a drummer are highly overrated?

AB: They can think whatever they want, man. I don’t give a fuck.

NT: Would you do a drum battle with Tre Cool of Green Day? I’ve heard people have a real interest in seeing that.

AB: Sure, any time. I’d drum against Tre. He’s cool. I met him on our first tour—we opened for Green Day.

NT: That’s right. There were rumors your bands hated each other.

AB: That’s just more bullshit. It sells more papers if we hate each other, right? We didn’t. Fact is, we all got along very well. Mike and I hung out a lot. We still talk on the phone like two or three times a month.

NT: Are there any bands that you can’t stand?

AB: I’m not gonna say that, dude. That’s lame.

NT: All right. One last question, Adam. Is it true that you are coming out with a clothing line?

AB: Wait and see, Neil. Just wait and see.
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Willow Barkley and Lex - Good Morning!


Willow yawned, running her hand over her face trying not to move to much. She froze as the body beside her shifted and rolled over. Afraid that she’d woken him she opened her eyes a crack to see that he was still sleeping peacefully, his blankie tucked under one arm, Rufus the purple dragon still clutched in the other. He yawned in his sleep and snuggled back down further into the blankets. She didn’t however, miss it when his eyes cracked open to see if she was awake yet and quickly closed again.

Smiling she turned and looked at the clock sitting on the ground beside the air mattress that they were sleeping on. Normally she wouldn’t have bothered with it and just slept on the hard earth but he was with her, and for his first adventure she wanted her little buddy to be comfortable and sleep okay. They really should be getting up, she could hear the rest of the team buzzing around quietly outside of the tent. She loved them all dearly.

There had been no objections when she’d said she was bringing Lex with her, absolutely none. In fact they had all been supportive and they all doted over the little boy, which he completely adored. He had become pretty much their little mascot and she couldn’t be happier. She’d been worried when she’d decided to take him with her that he wouldn’t like it. Unlike her they weren’t being raised on some hippie commune where they could do what they wanted all day, climb trees, swim in lakes… their lives were more structured than hers had been and she’d been more than a little worried that Lex would throw a fit when he found out he’d have to poop in the woods and no hot showers.

She had completely underestimated dirty little boys.

He loved every second of it. In fact, when he found out he got to poop in the woods… well it was like they’d arrived at his own personal Utopia. Turning she lunged out at her son, fingers grabbing his sides tickling him and he let out a squeel a second before she touched him already laughing happily.

“Mo, Mo… Mommy… st… st… stop!” He called wiggling madly laughing and grinning ear to ear. He wrapped his arms around her head as she growled and nibbled on his stomach.

“You sleep okay baby?” She asked, stopping and looking up at his red little face.

“Yup,” Lex said. “Gotta poop.”

“Of course you do,” she replied with a smile internally rolling her eyes at the enthusium though she really did wish Adam was here to see that.

“It’s gonna be a big one,” Lex said getting up and changing as quickly as he could.

Willow locked eyes with him and the two froze. “You wanna race?” Lex nodded, grinning. “Okay, on the count of three,” she said holding her pants in one hand. “One… two… cheater!” She cried as Lex sprang into action a second early. He beat her by that single second, mainly because she had to shrug on her sports bra before her tank top. “Okay mister man,” she said pulling her hair up into a ponytail. “You ready?”

Lex nodded, putting Rufus back in bed carefullu wrapping his security blanket around him. “Yup. Night Rufus,” he said kissing the dragon and taking Willow’s hand.

Willow waved over at Jack who was at the fire making breakfast.

“Gotta poop!” Lex called grabbing the digging trowel that Willow had gotten him. “It’s gonna be a big one… HUGE!”

Jack laughed. “You have fun with that little man,” he called. “Morning Will.”

“Morning Captain,” she replied picking up her toiletry bag. “You ready big guy?”

“Yeah, it’s starting to turtle.” Lex said clenching his butt cheeks.

“Turt… where did you hear that?” Willow asked trying her best not to smile.

“Daddy,” Lex replied taking her hand.

Willow just laughed and shook her head. “Figures.”
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Article from Celebrity Tattler, 4 years ago:


ADAM BARKLEY ARRESTED FOR ATTACKING PAPARAZZI
“I was just protecting my pregnant girlfriend,” he claims.
By Holland Pratt

Area 5 drummer and bad boy Adam Barkley attacked the paprazzi outside Mr. Chow’s last night, breaking the man’s camera and shoving him to the ground after the man attempted to get a photo of Barkley’s very pregnant girlfriend, Willow Taden, at the restaurant.

Onlookers watched in horror as Barkley went after the man, striking him several times in the face once the man was down. According to McNeal’s friend, who was a witness to the incident, it took Barkley’s two bandmates and two more security men to pull the enraged Barkley off of the stunned photographer. The photographer, identified as Henry McNeal, called the police and had Barkley arrested.

“It’s a sad day when celebrities think that they are better than everyone else,” McNeal commented. “I’m just trying to provide for my family and make an honest living. Now, I am unable to work and have nightmares every night because of this incident. I doubt that I will ever be able to work again. I have been permanently crippled by this vicious attack.”

Barkley’s attorneys tell Celebrity Tattler that the charges are ludicrous and unfounded. “Mr. Barkley did little more than shield his pregnant girlfriend from what he thought was a threat to Willow and his unborn child. The facts will show that Mr. McNeal was never assaulted by Mr. Barkley at all.” When asked about the broken camera, Barkley’s attorney stated that “any damage done accidentally to Mr. McNeal’s camera has already been compensated for. There is nothing more owed to the man.”

Nevertheless, Barkley was arrested by police at the scene and later released when there was not enough evidence to hold him. “Too many conflicting stories came up,” explains Police Detective Jack Bivens.

A court date has been set for next month in civil court to address Mr. McNeal’s twenty million dollar lawsuit for his injuries allegedly sustained in the incident.
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Rubén – Dating

Rubén felt the hand touch him right after his foot hit the base for a second he was dazed waiting to hear the call, “safe” Rubén smiled, “better luck next time Marc.” He laughed as Marc looked at the umpire and sneered he was safe and that was the game. Marc shook his head, “lucky bastard, if Greg wasn’t out there painting his nails.” Both men laughed as the teams came in, Rubén’s to congratulate him and Marc’s to bitch. “Hey I can’t help it that you girls don’t know how to handle a flying hard ball.” Rubén said with a laugh dusting off his sweats letting all the back and fourth bounce off of him. In all actuality he had gotten a lucky hit driving it right down the center there was no way for either Greg or Matt to get it at least not before the bounce the rest was just him running the bases and beating the ball to home.

“It was a good game, next time we’re kicking your ass.” Marc said looking at the team and Rubén, Rubén smiled flashing his dimples at Mac. It had been a great game and that was all that really mattered at least in Rubén’s mind. “You coming for beers?” Heidi asked as the groups dispersed. Rubén was already heading to the clubhouse to grab his duffle bag, “Nah. I have stuff to take care of.” He said with a smile his perfect dimples greeting her. Heidi shock her head, “Listen, you should come with us, you never do, plus I think Marc’s into you, that’s why he didn’t make the play, he was watching you run.” She said catching up to him, Heidi was one of their strongest players, she was fast, hard hitting and scrappy. Plus one mean dyke when they lost or when someone pissed her off.

“I’ve been out with you guys several times, just not lately, I have work to do, you know we’re gearing up for our big fundraising events.” Rubén said watching her, it was a weak excuse but he wasn’t that big of a drinker and going out to bars was never his idea of a great Friday night, we just assume go home take a shower and watch some mind numbing television. Heidi frowned, “Oh no, you’re not getting off that easy, it’s Friday night and Jenny has given me the night off, at the very least we’re going to go grab some dinner, Texas Roadhouse, my treat and I won’t take no for an answer.” He smiled at her knowing that there would be no point in fighting her, plus he was hungry, “Fine. God you’re a pushy dyke.” She smiled, “you got that right and no you can’t go home and shower first.” Rubén looked at her, “But I stink and look like hell.” She laughed, “You can never look like hell. See you there.”

“Right.” He said as he got to his car and threw his duffle in the back and climbed in. Once his seatbelt was fastened he checked his cell, no messages or texts. He started the car hearing the roar of the engine and started heading to the restaurant. It would be fine, he didn’t mind going out with Heidi or going out in small groups but a large group of baseball players after a game in a bar with all that testosterone and estrogen was not his idea of fun plus the people at the bars where only after one thing. He drove down the road tapping his hands to the song on the radio singing along.

Living just outside of Salt Lake City in Bountiful wasn’t as bad as it may sound to most people, they had everything here within driving or walking distance the town was maybe 15 minutes from Downtown Salt Lake City, basically it boiled down to living in the suburbs, which he liked. The Texas Roadhouse was new, like the whole complex it was in sitting in. He watched as the light changed and he made the turn pulling into the massive parking lot. The Costco was busy considering it was a Friday night, he smiled, they were all getting ready for the weekend. He found a spot to park, he looked in the rearview mirror and frowned, he looked like shit, why couldn’t he have just said know and gone home and showered and made a sandwich. Good thing is was just Heidi he thought as he turned off the engine and climbed out and walked to the entrance he would wait for Her to show-up before going in, it would also give him a few minutes to shake off more of the crap and dirt from his closes. The sun was nice and warm and the sky’s where beautiful. He looked over to the mountains behind him and saw some clouds, the weatherman said there was a chance of Thundershowers tonight that would be nice he liked falling asleep to the sound of thunder. A few minutes went by as he continued to dusk off his clothes, by the time Heidi pulled up he was almost somewhat decent. He didn’t notice the other car pulling in as there were several cars coming and going. Heidi jumped out of her car and marched over to Rubén with a sly smile on her face.

“Sorry I got held up.” She said looking at him then looking just past his right shoulder.

“Shall we?” Rubén said moving to the door, Heidi didn’t move, “Hey guys.” Rubén heard the friendly deep voice from behind him, “He caught me in the parking lot, I had to invite him, he looked hurt. Remember to be nice.” Heidi said a wicked smile on her face. Rubén turned to see Marc walking up to them. “I hope you don’t mind, the idea of drinking without food.” He made a face and opened the door for the three of them to walk in. “The more the merrier” Heidi said with a big smile as the two men followed her into the restaurant.

The hostess found them a nice table on the patio for them to sit and before long they each had a beer and were looking over the menus. “You know Rubén I think this is the first time we’ve hung out. Heidi says you work for Catholic Charities, you like it?” Rubén looked up from his menu, it wasn’t that Marc was attractive, he was, brown hair, blue eyes, pleasant smile, not heavy but not thin either, his body was average but his face more then made up for it he just never though of people he played with like that. “Yeh, it’s a good job, I mean like everything it has its good and bad days. But it’s not too bad.” Marc smiled watching him talk, as Heidi pretended to not be there finding the menu extremely fascinating. “I didn’t think it had been that long sense I’d been out with everyone.” Rubén added looking at Marc trying to be pleasant. Marc put down the menu, “Well I’m sure you go out with your team, but the last time we played you couldn’t go out afterwards.” Rubén thought for a minute, “or the time before that.” Heidi teased then added, “But really whose counting.” Marc looked at him watching the look that Rubén gave her, “I was starting to think you didn’t like me.”

Rubén looked at him, “oh know it’s not that, I’ve just got a lot going on some days. I like you just fine.”

Marc smiled looking at him, his voice changing, “Good to know.”

Rubén blushed and looked back at his menu, as if the heavens where taking mercy on him the waitress arrived to take their orders, he would have to remember to tip her a little extra tonight just as a thank you. They all placed their orders and continued to make idle chitchat, Heidi’s phone began to ring and she answered it, “Hey babe.” Rubén watched as her face changed at once, “Fuck. Did you check in the basement?” Now both Marc and Rubén were looking at her. “Fine, yep I’m on my way.” She hung up the phone, “That was Jenny, Mister Blister Fuzzybutt is gone, I need to get home…sorry boys.” She stood up looking at them, “Have fun.” Rubén looked at her, he could tell this wasn’t a set-up at least the having to rush off, he wouldn’t have put it past her, but when it came to her cats that was a line she would never cross. “I’ll call you tomorrow.” She said leaning in and giving Rubén a kiss on the check. Then she looked at Marc, “you hurt him, you die.” And with that all five foot-four inches of her was gone, making one stop talking to the waitress before leaving.

Marc looked at Rubén saying, “I know I shouldn’t be scarred but I am.” Rubén laughed, “That’s a good call. I wouldn’t want to be on her bad side.” He said his leg restless under the table tapping away, he wasn’t sure what to say and why the hell did Marc keep looking at him smiling, it made him that much more awkward and self conscious, he knew he looked awful. “So…um…what do you do?” He asked Marc. Marc looked at his beer, “I work at the mine, Kennecott, I drive one of the haulers.” Rubén looked at him, “Really?” Mac smiled laughing, “I know not what you would expect, but it’s a good job and I like driving the big machines always have, plus the company it great, I’ve been there long enough so I have the best shift; days, not to mention the pay is amazing.” Rubén nodded, “Excellent. Sounds like a good job, do you live around here or what?” Marc looked at him, “I live down in Sandy, it’s not too bad, I have a house there.” Rubén nodded, taking a pull from his beer and he looked up and around the room, his foot still tapping quietly under the table.

It was quiet for a few more minutes as the food finally showed up, “your friend paid for your meal and the drinks, let me know what else you want, she you both covered.” The waitress said placing the food down in front of them, “Enjoy.” They watched her leave the table, “Looks good.” Rubén said looking at the Filet Medallions with a portion of broccoli and a large portion of mashed potatoes in front of him, it was such a treat to have a steak, most of the time he stuck to watching what he ate, but on rare occasions he would splurge and tonight was one of those nights. He looked over to Marc who was having chicken and a salad, “How can you eat that, I would be as big as a house?” Rubén smiled looking at him, “trust me this is a splurge and I’ll have to hit the weights pretty heavy tomorrow to make up for it, but you only live once right?” Marc nodded, “So then you won’t think any less of me if I get dessert?” he smiled, “or two?”

Rubén laughed, “Not in the least.” He said digging into his dinner, it really was good, there would be no way he could eat it all, but he was still enjoying it.

Marc looked at him after a minute a little curious, “They say you don’t date, do you mind if I ask why? I mean your gorgeous and sexy as all hell, I don’t get it.” Marc said looking at him his voice low so no one heard him or his comments after asking the question he took a bite of his chicken. Rubén looked at him a little embarrassed by the question and the subsequent compliment, he put his fork and knife down thinking for a minute, he never really thought he didn’t date, he had dated, he had been on several dates, he even tried that site ‘Match.com’ or whatever, but they just never went anywhere, then he thought about the last date he was on, it was what only a couple months ago, wasn’t it. He thought, it was before Christmas and that was 8 months ago and it was summer, so…

“I’m sorry, it’s really none of my business.” Mac said taking the long pause the wrong way, “Oh no no. Sorry I was just thinking. I never really thought about it. I’m just not much of a dater I guess and I haven’t met the right guy I suppose, you know the one worth dating.” Rubén said still trying to think of the last real date he had been on not thinking how the words sounded as they came out. Marc looked at him a little dejected, “I didn’t think they were right, I never thought you were a 10 looking for an 11.” Marc said his tone a little cold he was playing with his food at this point. Rubén looked over at him, “A what?” He was sure he didn’t hear that right.

Marc shrugged it off, “nevermind, it really doesn’t matter. It’s what it is. I just didn’t think you were like that. You seem really down to earth and all, but it’s cool. I get it and I don’t blame you one bit.”

Rubén frowned, “no seriously you said I was a 10 looking for an 11 that’s…Wow. Is that what people think? Really?” Rubén never thought that, dating wasn’t important to him, as least he didn’t think it was, Marc looked back at him, “Well you don’t date and you shoot down every guy that asks you, what are people suppose to think. It’s not exactly easy to talk to someone like you, it takes a lot of guts.” Marc voice trailed off at that last part, again Rubén frowned looking at him, “It’s not like that. I’m not like that.” He said getting very defensive, how could anyone think that about him.

Marc could see the hurt look on his face, “Ah listen, that didn’t come out right, I’m sorry. It’s just that…” He stopped talking and looked to his plate he really stuck his foot in it he tried to recover by adding, “you intimidate people.” Rubén looked down at his food, suddenly not very hungry, “I don’t date, because I haven’t been asked by anyone nice and the times I’ve gone out never led to anything, but it isn’t that I think I’m better then anyone else and I sort of reset that whole idea and how can anyone be intimidated by me?” Rubén said not realizing he was raising his voice and just now looked very intimidating. He stopped when he saw a look from another table and took a deep breath. Marc watched this, “Ok. I get it. Sorry.” Rubén looked back at his food, “Can we talk about something else please?” Marc nodded taking another sip of his beer. The rest of the meal passed in relative silence neither man wanting to say anything else, if there was a chance of this leading any further it was dashed in those few short minutes. Marc passed on the dessert and soon enough Rubén found himself in his car driving home alone.

He pushed the remote control and watched as the garage door opened and he drove in to his perfectly organized garage, shutting off the engine and getting out of the car he gabbed the duffle bag from the back seat. He looked out to the street seeing that it was still light out and headed up the three steps hitting the button next to the door closing the garage door he needed to take a shower and that was exactly what he was going to do, it was what he should have done in the first place. “Intimidating. A 10 looking for an 11.” He said, is that really what everyone thought, not the people who knew him, but still was that the image people had of him. Was it so hard to believe that he didn’t another man to make him happy, he lead a full life, he had good friends, a good job, a good life, it was exactly where he wanted it, wasn’t it? Just because he didn’t go out and sleep with everyone like some of his other friends, he wasn’t like that, that wasn’t how he was wired. He let out a sign as he walked into the kitchen, he really should go do a run and clear his head then take a shower.
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“A woman's face with nature's own hand painted,
Hast thou the master mistress of my passion,
A woman's gentle heart but not acquainted
With shifting change as is false women's fashion,
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling:
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth,
A man in hue all hues in his controlling,
Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created,
Till nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she pricked thee out for women's pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.”

“What is Shakespeare saying here?” Marie asked her class as she looked up from her book to the bored faces of her students in front of her. She looked back down at her book, it was all so pointless now, she read the words that once filled her with life and now they filled her with nothing but doubt, doubt that the world she once knew would never come back.

“He sounds like a flaming fag!” A pretty girl in the front row exclaimed. The room around her burst with laughter, but Marie was not amused. Marie placed her bookmark into the book and then sat it on the desk. She then uncrossed her legs and leaned forward shifting her weight off her desk.

“Now why do you say that, Ms…..” Marie drew a blank, she had been here for two months and she still couldn’t remember any of the student’s names. Marie glanced over her shoulder at the class roaster hoping to find the girl’s name on a seating chart, but then she remembered that she let them choose their own seats.

“It’s Lila.” The girl said as she slowly twisted her hair through her finger. “I mean, it’s obvious isn’t it? I mean he’s talking to some dude saying that if he was a girl he would totally bang him.” The class again laughed.

“You could look at that way,” Marie started “Or you can simple look at it as Shakespeare trying to boost a patron’s confidence by selling him this sonnet.” Marie licked her lips before continuing. “You have to understand the time at this was written, Shakespeare was a young man who knew he could make money by flattering people.”

“Or he had the hots for this guy.” Lila said as she tilted her head to the side and gave a fake smile at Marie. Marie noticed, but she didn’t say anything. Really she didn’t care what this child in front of her thought, he guess was really as good as her own, but somewhere deep inside Marie knew she was right. She had just lost the urge to fight for it.

“This could be right, but there is no evidence toward either of our points.” Marie said as she walked from in front of the classroom to sit in her desk. “We will merely have to agree to disagree.” Marie said as she placed her elbow on her desk, and propped her head on her fist.

“I think I’m right.” Lila said with a smirk just as the bell rang. The students quickly stood up and made a dash for the door. Marie didn’t say anything as she watched every last one of them walk out. It had been such a long day and she was happy it was over. Marie stood from her desk and turned toward the dry erase board behind her, she grabbed an eraser and started to erase the notes she had written for her students to write down.

“The quality of mercy is not strain'd.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.”

Marie stopped erasing after the lines left her lips. “That’s Portia, Marie.” Marie dropped the eraser on the floor. “Why can’t I get it right?” Marie then turned to see a young man standing at the door of her classroom. She jumped back. “Oh my, you scared me.” Marie said as she pulled down her shirt.

“I’m sorry Ms. Lefèvre, I just left my notebook in here.” The boy said as he took a step toward his desk. He had his backpack slung over one shoulder. He moves it to the other shoulder as he reaches for the notebook.

“No, no it’s fine. I was just being stupid.” Marie says as she sits down at her desk. Her eyes are watering, but she holds it in. She can’t cry, she won’t let herself cry. Marie looks up at the young boy in front of her. He is attractive, blonde and muscular. He’s looks are boyish, but he will grow into a handsome man soon enough.

“Ms. Lefèvre?” The boy says after he finishes putting his notebook into his backpack. “I’m having trouble understanding Shakespeare’s 18th Sonnet. Marie smiles at the boy as she looks up from her desk.

“Well let’s look at it.” Marie says as she reaches for her book.


“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.”

The boy finishes the sonnet at looks up from the ground at Marie. He smiles waiting for a response, but Marie can’t say anything.

“You memorized it?” Marie finally ask, still puzzled at the boy. The boy sets down his backpack and takes a step toward her.

“I think it has to do with love, the strongest love. His love, that is more beautiful than a summer’s day. A beauty that will not fade in his eyes.” The boy is now standing right in front of Marie.

“What are you doing? Mr…..” She stops, she can’t remember his name.

“It’s Jason.” The boy says as he places his hand on Marie’s cheek. Marie gulps; she stands up but his hands follows. She takes his hands in hers and removes it from her cheek.

“I think you should leave now.” Marie says as she lets go of his hand. Jason catches her hand and pulls her to him; he then quickly kisses her lips. Marie pushes him off of her. “You need to leave now!” Marie exclaims as she takes a step away from him.

“I’m sorry.” Jason says, “I’ll go.” He turns around and grabs his backpack. He then quickly walks out of the classroom. Marie looks stunned as she slowly walks back to her desk and sit down.
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Rozalina hefted her feet onto the seat of the ambulance as it raced down the road, sirens wailing. All of the cars it passed on the road would quickly turn to the right side of the road, clearing the truck a safe way to it's destination.

She sighed, recollecting the events of her life, still trying to figure out what she did wrong. Every conclusion she came to pointed to flying to the United States. Should she have finished college in Russia, she could have been on her last year of school earning her Doctoral degree. Then she could realize her dream and become a doctor. She would have her own office, her own secretary, her own nurse, and her own patients.

But she was destined to ride in an ambulance for the rest of her life. She came to terms with it several times, but can't grasp the concept correctly. She still has hopes that her talents will be discovered, in due time.

"Ronnie really cut you a knew one at the hospital, Roza. I'd be pretty scared if I were you." Jason said from the driver's seat as he turned off the sirens as they passed a group of cars and came to a clearing in the road.

"If he fires me, it would be a favor." Rozalina mumbled. She wrapped her arms around her knees and rested her chin on her arm. "I am tired of the ambulance."

"You said you had a college degree. Why don't you open an office somewhere?" Jason asked.

"Like I tell you..It is no good in America." Rozalina snapped. Jason was the closest thing to a friend that she had, but he never remembered anything she said to him. Sometimes they would have a conversation, and he wouldn't remember a thing she said ten minutes later. "You don't...um...memorize?"

"Listen Roza," He said, "You got serious talent. I can tell. And I know you're not using it driving around southern California putting people on stretchers. You probably know this, but you know more about the medical field than every one of us combined."

"Yes, this I know Jason. But I cannot get degree to be a doctor." She said, looking up from the ground to him.

"Yeah that's because you're here." Jason responded. He flicked the sirens on as they zipped through a red light.

"There is nothing else I'm...um...I can..."

"Qualified for."

"Yes. Qualify. That is it."

"Bull shit, Roza." Jason said, waving a dismissing hand to her, "You just haven't spoken up to anyone yet."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you barely said anything to anyone since you've been here. You're being all Navy SEALS around the hospital..."

"Why do you talk about seals?"

Jason shook his head. "No. I mean you're always so quiet. You never talk to anyone, share your feelings, and most importantly, never tell anyone what you know. That's why you're talents aren't recognized."

"I like to show what I am capable of, not talk." She responded. "I talk to you anyway."

"That's not the point. What I'm saying is you have to show Ronnie, show the others what you can do. You can't show them by wrapping a bandage around someone's arm and driving them to the hospital."

"How? I am paramedic. That is my job, right? Applying bandages and taking to hospital?"

"Right..." Jason thought for a moment before continuing. "Maybe you just need a stepping stone."

"What?"

"We both know how much being a paramedic sucks. It's boring and nothing happens."

"Right...And?"

"I think if I can get some of the others to give you some thumbs up to the bosses, maybe they'd think about giving you a job inside the hospital." Jason said, a smile crossing his features.

"Job in office? Inside hospital?" Rozalina asked, sliding her feet onto the floor of the ambulance.

"Yeah! You can't jump from beginning to end. You have to work through the middle first. If you can get a job inside the hospital, you'd be recognized by the doctors, since you have that mad talent." Jason said.

"I did not say I am mad."

"No, no no that's not what I meant. I mean...If you can get a job in the hospital, and you use your crazy skills to sway them, then they'll want to promote you. If you work you're way up that ladder, maybe you can eventually get where you deserve to be."

Rozalina stopped and thought it out. "If I get job inside hospital, the doctors want me to work along them?"

"Exactly!" Jason smiled, "It all makes sense, doesn't it?"

"Yes. Yes it does." Rozalina said, a slight smile spreading across her face. "Thank you Jason."

"Don't mention it. Anything for a friend."

Rozalina paused. He never exactly related her to the word friend before.

"I'm your...Friend?"

Jason glanced over at her. "Yeah. Of course."

Rozalina smiled. "You said you can get me office job?"

"Not exactly." He responded. "I can get the others to report to Ronnie. It would be up to you to prove to him that you have the skill to move on. After today's...mishap...It will be harder."

Rozalina nodded. "I can do that."

"I have a feeling you can too."

Rozalina looked away and smiled. She couldn't remember the last time she smiled so much in one day. Finally, for once in a long time, she felt hopeful again. Maybe things would finally turn around for the better.


The ambulance came to a stop and Jason turned the sirens off. The pair exited the truck and met at the back.

"I'll get the equipment ready, you see what's going on inside, ok?" Jason said.

"Ok. I'll do that." Rozalina responded, beginning her walk up the walkway. Behind her, she can hear the ambulance's barn doors open and Jason dig through the necessary equipment.

She approached the door and knocked on the frame of the screen door softly.

"Is anyone inside?" She called out.

A moment later, a dainty blonde girl, no more than 25, came into sight. Her gut shot out from under her shirt, showing that she was obviously pregnant. Very pregnant. She quickly opened the screen door and allowed Rozalina inside.

"What is the problem?" Rozalina asked, inspecting the room quickly.

The blonde girl was not a very tidy person. Laundry littered the flower patterned furniture, as well as wrappers and protien shake pouches. The house smelled like wet cat and milk.

"My boyfriend...Somethings wrong with him! He's like, laying on the floor yelling!" She yelled, obviously very panicked.

"Where is he?" Rozalina calmly responded, looking at her expectantly. The blonde girl froze.

"Oh yeah. Sorry. He's downstairs." She said and quickly wisked away toward a flight of stairs. Rozalina followed not too far behind.

Upon reaching the bottom, Rozalina saw a man on the floor clutching his groin, making a pained grunting noise.

"Are they here yet?" The man asked.

"Yeah babe their here." The blonde girl responded.

Rozalina quickly surveyed the scene, and after a bit of detective work, she could tell the man had a hernia. He was laying next to a refrigerator, covering his groin and grunting in pain. The fridge was toppled to it's side next to the stair case, which meant he most likely was trying to lift it up the stairs by himself. He didn't look too strong, being tall with skinny features. He probably tried too hard to get it up the stairs, and ended up getting a hernia.

"What's wrong with him?" The blonde girl yelped, covering her mouth with her hands.

"He got a hernia." Rozalina responded, unclipping the radio from her belt. "Jason, bring the stretcher. Be ready for the stairs."

"Oh shit!" The man behind her exclaimed, then quickly let out a painful grunt.

"Fuck. Stairs?" Jason replied.

"Yes." Rozalina said and clipped her radio back.

"Ok. I'm coming." She could hear from the radio.

The blonde girl was crying. "Will he be ok?"

"Yes." Rozalina said. "He will be fine, as long as he gets to hospital quick."

"You hear that baby?" She said crouching down to her boyfriend's side, "You're going to be alright!"

"Babe, it hurts so much!" The man grunted.

Rozalina stepped away from the two and jogged up the stairst to assist Jason with the stretcher.

"What is it?" He asked.

"The man has a hernia." She said.

Jason winced. "Ouch."

Once the stretcher was safely on it's wheels, Rozalina and Jason approached the man. Rozalina crouched down to the man's side.

"What is your name?" She asked soothingly.

"John!" He grunted, then hissed at the pain that talking caused.

"Can you stand up, John?"

"I-I'll try."

John slowly removed his hands from his groin and palmed the ground. When he applied strain on them, he immediatly collapsed and reassumed his pained position.

"No!" He yelped.

Rozalina rose from her crouch and looked at Jason. "I'll get his legs."

Jason nodded and looped his arms around John's arms and outstretched his arms to support his upper back. Rozalina tucked her head down and split John's legs in two and rested them on her shoulders. She outstretched her arms to support his lower back, making sure to stay clear of the injured area. The two slowly walked toward the stretcher and gently placed him down. Jason applied the three straps and covered his body in a sheet, excluding his face.

"Ready?" Jason said, grabbing the head of the stretcher.

Rozalina nodded, grabbing hold of the opposite end. The pair hefted the stretcher with a grunt, and began negotiating the stairs. The process took all of five minutes. It was easier since he was light, but they have done it with little problems with people twice his weight. When they got all wheels securly on the floor. They carted him outside and to the ambulance. Jason reached for the release clip under the stretcher and nodded. The two paramedics hefted the bed off of the stretcher and onto the ambulance's built in stretcher. Rozalina snapped the necessary clamps in place and double checked to make sure he wouldn't slide out. Before she could close the doors behind her, the blonde girl spoke up.

"Um..Can I come? I want to be there for him." She asked nervously.

"Yes. You may." Rozalina said and grabbed the woman's hand and hefted her up onto the ambulance. She nodded at Jason and he made his way to the driver's side. Rozalina closed the ambulance's barn doors and the old ambulance made it's way down the road.


"Doc, do I need surgery?" John immediatly asked.

"I do not know. I will see." Rozalina said. She gently pulled the sheet down to his shins and lifted his shirt to inspect a lump. There was nothing. She adjusted her hands on the button of his jeans and stopped. "May I?" She asked John.

He slightly nodded his head, and let out a grunt. She unbuttoned his pants slowly and slid down the zipper. She could see out of the corner of her eye the blonde girl adjusting uncomfortably in the bench seat.

"It is ok." Rozalina said looking over with a reassuring smile. "I just need to see if there is infection."

The blonde girl nodded and relaxed a little and adjusted once more.

"What is you're name?" Rozalina asked, slowly feeling his waistline for anything out of the ordinary. When she felt nothing, she moved down a little. The man let out a strange, half painful moan.

"Um...It's Kate." She responded.

"I am Rozalina. I am sorry for what seems so...um...in-approp-riate."

Kate nodded, and looked away as Rozalina continued. She felt no lump, so moved her hand down a little. When she did, he let out a grunt, and she felt a small lump. She pressed a finger on his underwear and peeled the side down, making sure not to expose his genitals. She looked at the pinkish lump and nodded.

"It does not have the infection. It will need surgery, but it will not hurt. They will use only a small cut." Rozalina said. "I will leave your pants open to stop the pain."

John groaned as Rozalina gently raised the sheet back over his body.

"So he will definatly be ok then?" Kate asked, rubbing John's arm.

"Yes he will be fine." Rozalina said flashing her reassuring smile again.

Kate let out a relieved sigh and sank into the bench. "Thank you so much."

"It is no problem." Rozalina said. It has been a while since someone thanked her. It felt good. She felt like she was actually helping someone, like Dr. Chernikova did. That must be what it felt like to help someone. That must have been the feeling he had every day when he helped someone.

It felt good.
"Beware of the false prophets, who come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly are ravenous wolves." Matthew 7:15
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ADAM—MARK—CALLI

Adam stepped onto the bus, breathing somewhat hard and limping slightly. He’d done too much, as usual, and now his ankle would pay for it for a couple days. He was used to pushing himself; he couldn’t seem to help it. Supressing a smile as he bore witness to the great Mark Johansen looking like a trapped rabbit as he held a sobbing, screaming Calli on his lap, Adam limped down the aisle and took Calli in his arms. She immediately stopped crying. Mark shot him a look of revenge and stood up. Adam noticed a small wet patch on the leg of Mark’s pants.

“Your kid pissed herself,” he said glumly, as he sulked off to change.

“Aw, does someone have a soggy diaper?” Adam cooed at Calli, who smiled proudly. He heard Mark mutter under his breath as he changed his pants: “Soggy my ass, more like soaked through”.

“Sorry, Mark, my ankle kinda gave out on me or I’d have been here sooner,” he said, trying to sound sorry but sounding more like a man having heard a wonderfully funny joke.

“Laugh it up, motherfucker,” he glowered.

Adam covered Calli’s ears. “Yo, dude, language in front of the munchkin?”

“Sorry,” Mark said, not sounding all that sorry. “Forgot. Willow’s usually got the kids so …..”

Adam nodded. “I know. It’s not easy for me, either. Lesson from all this? Never try to take care of a kid alone while on tour. Nothing sucks harder.”

“You got that right,” Mark said sourly. “No booze, no cigarettes, no cursing, limited partying….we might as well be the fu….the Jonas Brothers.”

“I hear that,” Adam exclaimed, while changing Calli’s diaper. He made faces at her while she giggled and reached up at his face with her tiny fingers. “And just how did you climb out of your bed this time, baby? You got your mommy’s climbing talents, don’t you?” He put her fingers in his mouth and kissed them.

Mark sniffed. “That’s so fu…adorable, man,” he said deadpan. “Can I just say that I hate your old lady right now? You know damn well that she made you bring Calli to keep you from partying and getting into trouble.” He grumbled, “Of course she also basically clipped all our balls by doing that.” He crossed his arms over his chest, annoyed.

“Hey, man, no one’s keeping you from going out and getting wasted. Just not on the bus,” Adam said mildly. “Besides, we do go out; I’ve got Marta along to look after Calli when I’m not around. But I can’t go out every night.”

“Yeah, whatever, dude. Party’s not the same without you.” Mark got up. “I’m gonna take a dump and then wake Paul up.”

Adam waved his hand at Mark like “go for it”, and then picked a freshly-changed Calli up and snuggled her to his chest. “Uncle Mark sounds crabby today, doesn’t he, baby?”

Calli cooed and giggled. “Dah-dee” she grinned, then grabbed his thumb and started sucking on it.

Adam sat down on the couch without disturbing Calli and sorted through some of the mail their manager had brought in. His eye caught familiar handwriting on a pretty lilac envelope. Oh, God, not again, he thought. He picked up the letter. Yeah, it was her handwriting all right. Fuck.

Adam’s ex-girlfriend had never quite gotten over the fact that he’d dumped her for Willow. That was more than four years ago, but she still wrote to him and called him. He’d changed his numbers twice already but somehow she’d found out what it was both times. As for his address? Well, he lived in a huge mansion—it wasn’t that hard to find.

Staring at the envelope for a good long while, he finally decided to just pitch it. It would just be more of the same bullshit, anyway. “Why did you leave me?” “I love you” “That bitch can’t hold a candle to me” blah blah blah. If he had known that she was that crazy, he’d never have dated her to begin with.

Calli ceased sucking on Adam’s thumb after discovering her own. She stared with rapt attention at Spongebob frolicking around on the TV. She loved Spongebob. Adam liked it, too, though he’d never admit it to anyone except Willow and the kids. She yawned widely and settled more deeply against Adam’s chest. He kissed her hair and smiled. She was so damn cute! And a little pudgy, weighing the same as her three-year-old brother at age 19 months. But it was adorable. And just fine, according to her pediatrician. Girls gained weight faster than boys when they grew.

Mark shuffled back to the couch and plopped down. “Freakin Spongebob,” he scoffed, and starting looking through the mail himself. “Couldn’t get Paul up,” he commented.

“He was insane last night, he won’t be up till we get to Tuscon, bro,” Adam laughed.

“Got that right,” Mark said. “Did you see who’s in bed with him?”

“No, who?”

“I dunno, dude, but she’s fu…..ugly as HELL.” Both Adam and Mark laughed so hard that they cried. Calli, not sure what they were laughing at, joined in. This caused them to laugh even harder. It was gonna be a good day.
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Zeke - Mollester


Zeke sat in the grass under a small tree, leaning back against the trunk listening to the sound of children’s laughter and the squeek of the merry-go-round that they were spinning on. At his side resting just under the fingers of his left hand was his camera, the roll now spent. He didn’t have a spare roll on him. He hated when he was foolish enough to leave the house without a few spare rolls. He turned his head looking at the Casey’s across the street and debated going and buying a few but they were so expensive at gas stations. No, he had more film at home and he could pick up more at Wall*Mart when he went there next time. The fact he didn’t have any on him at the moment was his fault.

It wasn’t that he was missing the shot of a life by any means. It was just the fact that if he found it, he wouldn’t be able to take it. People kept telling him he should just use his digital camera and he used it a lot, but sometimes he liked the old fashioned film and thumb crank. It was what he’d grown up with. He could still remember the first time his Dad had put a camera in his hands.

Standing up Zeke slipped the camera back into his bag as a black and white cop car pulled into the parking lot. Zipping the bag shut he slung it over his shoulder and walked across the grass with a friendly wave. “Morning Matt.”

“Zeke,” Matt said getting out of the car “one of these days.” He shook his head but was unable to wipe the ammused smile off his face. “Wait here...”

“No problem,” he replied coming up to the car and leaning against the hood as Matt walked off towards the white house off to the side, the door opening and Mrs. Harris tottering out looking in Zeke’s direction. Zeke watched as the two of them shared words. This wasn’t the first time that she’d called the police on him fearing that he was a child mollester. He didn’t hold it against her, she was protective of the children which he thought was a good thing. One couldn’t be too careful in this day and age. The problem was that she was suffering a bit from alheizmers.

She kept forgetting who he was.

He knew that tomorrow he’d come over to her house with his portfolio like he did every Tuesday and she’d smile at him, happy to see him, totally forgetting that today ever happened. It was like that every week. Of course some days she didn’t remember him on Tuesday either, but most of the time she did. It was Monday for some reason when it was the worst.

Zeke watched as a little girl went the slide with a squeel of delight. Maybe he should avoid the children’s park on Mondays. It would save the cops a little trouble. They had more issues to deal with that Mrs. Harris calling them out here for a suspected pedophile. “We good?” He asked as Matt returned.

“We’re fine,” he said opening the backseat door. “You know the drill.”

“That I do,” Zeke replied getting in the car and tucking in his legs as Matt shut the door for his ride home. The drove in silence. Matt was a friend of Rick’s, Zeke’s ex-boyfriend but the two had always had a good relationship despite the fact that Zeke and Rick’s break up was far from idea. Far from ideal, Zeke laughed internally at the thought. Walking into a bar to find his boyfriend snogging another man… he knew how most people would have reacted. They would have yelled at their signigant other, thrown a drink in their face, punched the other fellow out but not Zeke.

He’d simply taken a deep breath as his and Rick’s eyes had met and he’d turned and walked out of the bar without a word. Rick had yelled something at him, he couldn’t make it out over the heavy bass of the music pounding from the speakers but he hadn’t cared to know. He’d walked the two miles back to the apartment that he shared with Rick in Des Moines, packed up his cameras and photography supplies and tossed his key onto the bed before walking out the door. He’d seen Rick a few times since then hanging out with other friends, it was inevitable. After all, it was Iowa and there were only so many ‘civilized’ places to run to.

Last month Rick had come to him, begging him to take him back saying that Jason, that must have been the other man’s name, had been a mistake. That he loved Zeke and would do anything for him. Zeke had patiently listened to everything that he had to say before shaking his head and saying sorry no. He had been as gentle as he could about it but it had still resulted in a black eye for two weeks. He didn’t hold it against Rick though, it was just the way that he’d been brought up.

“I forgive you,” was all that Zeke said after that and Rick would have proceeded to pound him into the ground if not for Matt showing up and dragging him away. Rick had never been the overly violent type, though he had an angry streak that Zeke had been willing to overlook. Even now… he still didn’t hate him. He didn’t love him any more, he knew that… but he still cared about him. He’d still help him if he came to him, like he’d help anyone. He respected that at one point there was something about Rick that he had loved. He just couldn’t figure out what it was any more.

He blinked as the squad car came to a hault and took a breath. Where they already… there was his building.

“Thanks Matt,” he said as Matt opened the door for him taking his camera with him. “You’re a good guy.”

Matt smiled and shut the door, leaning back against the car. “No problem, man.” He replied.

“How’s Rick?”

Matt shrugged. “Drinking too much and running with the wrong crowd, again. Nothing new with that, he never knows when to hold onto a good thing. You take care, okay?”

Zeke nodded with a small smile. “Of course,” he said pulling his key out of his pocket giving Matt a wave and heading into the apartment building.
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"Mr. Barkley?"

Sam Barkley stiffened at the sound of the voice, then relaxed. He was in California, but a mugger wouldn't have the guts to rob a man in the mid afternoon, and besides that, the man knew his name. He didn't recognize the voice, so it was unlikely any of the neighbors or people he knew. He turned and Looked at the face of the man with the camera. It had been almost 8 months since anyone had taken any active interest in him, and he was starting to think that they'd finally gotten bored with him. He certainly didn't consider himself worthy of any sort of media attention. If the paparazzi were that anxious to interview an estranged father, why weren't they bothering that pleasant Jon Voight fellow with his wild daughter Angelina Jolie?

Sam's face creased into a frown. The paparazzi here, even if it was only one, meant that Adam must have done something again. He wondered vaguely just what it had been. He really didn't have time to deal with it. between the rewiring of the Marston house and fixing the light in Barbara Mawdsley's kitchen, he was tired. And why shouldn't he be? At 53, he wasn't getting any younger.

The man aimed a video camera at him and said, "Mike with TMZ. What do you think of your son's apparent assault on a paprazzi?" Sam looked at the man and said, "This is the first I've heard of it. I wouldn't feel comfortable making an opinion." He walked through the gate on hsi chain link fence. Mike forced his way in and the rusty hinges bent, then broke. The gate toppled over. Sam looked at the man, scowling. Mike said, "Sorry about that, Mr. Barkley."

Sam said, "Listen, I don't watch your program, but i have heard about it. I'm sure you'd like nothing better than to get me saying something nasty about my son so your employer, Harvey-what's-his-name and the rest of your co-workers can have a big laugh over it. But I'm not. Now I'm going to ask you, nicely, to leave. and the next time it won't be so nicely. Good day, sir."

Sam had just made it to the side of the house when the Mike said, "If he's violent towrds the paparazzi, maybe he's violent towards other people. Do you fear for his wife or your grandchildren? Is that why you never talk to him? Did he hit you, sir?"

Mike never saw the speed in which Sam turned on the water and picked up the hose that was curled around the rack. All he saw was the spray of water doused him and ruined his video camera. Sam let him have a good spray, then aimed the hose to the ground. He said, "Now you understand where adam gets his paparazzi attacking skills from."

Mike looked shocked. Sam said, "Now listen to me and listen good, My son and I rarely talk, but if you ever say anything like that again, I'll see you in court."

Mike said, "I'll see YOU in court! you fucked up my camera!" Sam said, "You're trespassing, you broke my fence, and I pulled a muscle when I bent to get the garden hose, I'll see YOU in court. I'll take that two-bit website you work for for everything it's got. Now I've asked you once, and i told you, the next time I asked you to leave wasn't going to be pleasant." He sprayed mike with the hose again. Defeated, the man turned and fled.

Sam shut off the water and coiled the hose back up. He got the mail from the box next to the front door and let himself in the house. Almost immediately, he noticed something was wrong. He said, "Fluffy?" He looked in the kitchen, in the bedroom, the finally found him in the bathroom. Fluffy, his darkly named Hairless Valentino cat was lying on his side in the bathroom. Fluffy was 17 in people years, and the tight skin had certainly begun to sag as the years caught up with him. Sam walked quietly over to the cat that had been around even when Adam had still been home.

Fluffy had given up the ghost.

Sam sighed and turned away from the bathroom. He took a pair of work gloves from the kitchen, despising himself for having petted the cat for 17 years and now being squeamish about picking him up bare-handed now that he was gone. He retrieved Fluffy's corpse and slowly walked into the back yard. He retrieved a shovel from the shed and dug a hole for Fluffy in the ground next to Adam's rusting swingset. he put the cat it and then tamped the sods down, wondering how, when he'd dug a hole and had taken up half of it's depth with Fluffy, there was barely enough dirt to fill the hole.

Sam walked into the house and looked at the numbers written on the paper on the wall in the kitchen. He wondered if he should call Adam and let him know of fluffy's passing. It had been Adam's idea to get the cat, and when Adam was only 11 and wasn't in his "defiant" stage yet. Naturally, when Adam has said he wanted a pet, Sam had agreed without question. He figured that they would get some sort of lab, or a tabby cat or something.

But Adam, even when he was young, had always had ecclectic tastes. So when he'd laid eyes on the hairless Valentino naturally, it had been the one. Adam had diabolically named it "Fluffy" The kitten looked like some sort of rat. But they'd watched it gorw, and when it was an adult, it wasn't totally ugly. But a year after they'd gotten it, the cat had looked forlornly at him one night, as if to ask why in heaven's name he'd allowed his son to name it "fluffy"

Sam pondered over his son, wondering what he was doing right at this very moment. He'd had many of those moments. While he was very disappointed in his lifestyle choices, he was still his son. Since he'd gone he'd had many moments to ponder what he could have done differently. Dr. Phil would rake him over the coals if he were to find out that Sam blamed his son for his wife's death. even though, indirectly, he was. Would Adam feel any different if he were to accidentally kill Willow? Who knew? All he knew was, that despite everything he'd been taught, he wanted to blame something for his wife dying so young. He'd been unable to blame god, so maybe it had fallen to his son.

He'd been there for him as much as he could, which would never have been enough, but there was a part of him that knew that Adam was part of his deceased wife, and the thought of her being dead depressed him. So in the end, he'd been there for him as much as he could.

Adam sent him things occasionally, and despite his lifestyle choices, part of him was proud of his son's success. But some of the things were too expensive to accept, like the corvette that Adam had delivered on his birthday. it was a beautiful car with a beautiful sentiment, but what would he have done with it? He'd gone out and made himself a success, despite sam's frequent attempts to get him to stop being so goth, and to love the bible and to get himself a real job. Adam had defied him and gone out on his own. He had made himself a success, and Sam had nothing to do with it. Therefore, Sam didn't feel that he deserved to share in the riches of Adam's success. He appreciated the gesture, but he didn't deserve it.

Sam emptied thoughts of Adam from his head, decided to tell him of fluffy's passing later. he didn't want the first phone call they'd had in many months begin with the news that Fluffy had died. Sam had tried to get Adam to take the cat, but Adam had refused. Sam, in his heart-of-hearts, knew that it was because he didn't want to leave his dad all alone.

Sam washed his hands and microwaved himself a Banquet dinner. He selected a can of Wal-Mart Cola and checked the birthday's list while he waited for the meal to finish cooking. neither of the grandkids were due up anytime soon. He always sent them something, when he could remember. After a few years of missing, he wrote out a list to keep track of. He'd sent what he could in a card, and it was never much, but it was something, he supposed. He tried to make a commute to see Adam once a year, but with Adam's schedule, and the rift that had come up over the years, sometimes that just didn't happen.

The microwave beeped. Sam let the meal stand for one minute in the microwave, per the directions, then took it out and dropped it on a plate. He took a fork, the cola, and the dinner to the living room and settled in in the recliner, moving the t.v. tray over so he could set the items down. He turned on the television and skimmed through the channel, finally settling on a rerun episode of the 2007 World Series of Poker. Halfway through the meal, he dropped a piece of the meat on the floor and muttered unhappily.

Oh well, Fluffy would....

Sam stopped himself, the full brunt of Fluffy's passing hitting him full-force. his longtime companion was gone. No more would he see Fluffy's sad eyes, watching and waiting for the inevitable dropping of food to the floor where he snatched it up. One of the few things he had that he and Adam had taken part in together was gone. Fluffy had died, alone, in his bathroom, which ironically enough, Sam imagined would be the way he would pass on as well.

for the first time in years, Sam Barkley was alone.

The tears came in his eyes before he could stop them and he dropped the fork to the plate as he began to weep. He buried his face in his hands as the sobs made his body shake.

God he was going to miss that cat.
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David & Adia

David is sitting on the beach staring out over the ocean at his favourite surfing spot, Guns. He looks at his watch.
Shit. It’s 15h11. He was supposed to be at a client over an hour ago.
Lazily he gets up, grabs his surfboard and places it on the back of his Bantam. When he gets in the car he takes his cell phone out of the cubby.
Three missed calls and a voice message.
David, you’re late again. I want to support you, man, but you have got to start giving me some better service. My business is standing still and I need you to get me up and running again. Call me when you get this.
David sighs and turns the key in the ignition. For the ten thousand’s time he wonders why he couldn’t just be a professional surfer. Life would be so much easier.

He drives into town and decides to stop by the Village Café for some coffee first. When he gets there that weird girl with the dark circles under her eyes is standing behind the counter again.
What was her name again…? Anna?
Up close he sees her name tag. Adia. Yeah, that was it. He greets her but she’s muttering to herself and he’s not sure if she heard him.
“Adia!”
He swings around to come face to face with the manager.
“I’m sorry, sir, she’s… Well.”
“No worries. I just want a coffee to go. Black, one sugar.”
“Adia, did you get that?”
Adia shakes her head slowly as if coming out of a dream.
“What?”
“The gentleman would like a coffee to go. Black, one sugar.”
She looks him in the eye and says she’ll be right back.
He turns back to ask the manager something but he’s disappeared again.

Adia gets to the service counter and asks Benjamin for the coffee.
They’re all out to get you.
“Shh, I’m working.”
“What did you say?” Benjamin asks.
She looks up at him and sees him holding the coffee out.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“Ah…”
When she walks away Benjamin stares after her and wonders for the tenth time that day what goes on in that girls head.

David hands over the money and takes the coffee from her.
“Keep the change.”
He walks out of the door and gets back in his car. Another missed call. Crap.

Mark’s sitting on the couch in his waiting room drinking coffee when David walks in with a grin on his face.
“Where the hell have you been?”
“Just chill, dude… I’m here now. What’s the problem?”
“My e-mail application doesn’t work, and neither does my printer. I haven’t been able to get any quotes out for over a day!”
“I’ll have a look.”

Half an hour later David walks out, problem solved. Mark shakes his head and goes back to work.
David gets in his car and wonders what he wants to do next.
Should probably be something productive… he thinks, even though he already knows this won’t be the case.

Adia sits down in front of the manager of the Village Café with a heavy heart.
Here comes trouble…
“Adia…I want you to talk to someone. You obviously don’t want to talk to me, and think you need some help.”
“No. No, I’m fine, really. I don’t have to talk to anyone.”
“The company will pay for the expenses…”
“That won’t be necessary. They’re all in on it, anyway.”
“Who’s in on what, Adia?”
“Uh…never mind. I’m fine.”
“I beg to differ…”
“Can I go, please?”
“Yeah…”
He watches as she gets up and leaves. What the hell goes on in her mind?

Adia slowly opens the bathroom door. She stands in front of the basin staring down at the hole.
What if the hole swallows me…?
Slowly she looks up at what she knows is waiting in the mirror. The grotesque face staring back at her with an evil, dripping girn.
”I see you’re back.”
“What do you want?”
”What do YOU want? You’re the one who came to me.”
“I want…answers.”
”I already told you…the world will end because of you. They are coming to get you and they’re taking everyone with them.”
Adia starts crying in frustration.
“But why? What can I do to prevent it?”
”Nothing…that’s the beauty of it. Just sit back and enjoy the show.”
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ADAM—looking back

They had finally arrived in Tuscon, and gotten Paul’s ass out of bed. The unidentified woman he had been with exited the bus with a handful of cash from Paul to get her back home. Area 5 had a show tonight, but that wasn’t for several hours. They’d all settled into their hotel rooms, and Adam had dumped his bags and immediately plopped onto the bed, propping himself up on the pillows. He rubbed his right ankle. It still hurt, which wasn’t a good sign. Oh, well, he thought. It’ll sort itself out.

Marta had taken Calli to a different room; Adam liked to be alone before a show so he could chill and practice without being disturbed. Adam flipped on the TV and happened across TMZ. He was about to switch the channel when he froze, recognizing the face on the screen. It was his father, spraying the cameraman with a garden hose and bellowing about suing TMZ. They had been asking him questions about Adam’s run-in with the paparazzi a few days ago. Oh, Pops, he thought. I’m sorry.

Flipping off the TV, Adam settled back into the pillows and thought about his father. It had been a long time since the media had bothered him. Then Adam had to go and lose his temper and shove a guy who got in his face a few nights ago. He’d done it without thinking, which of course was a colossal mistake when you’re a celebrity. And because they could no longer get to Adam (one nice thing about being on a tour bus so much), the cockroaches scuttled off to his father instead. He hated them.

Adam thought about calling his dad to apologize, but in the end he figured his father wouldn’t want to talk about it. Any time he tried to call his dad, his father would gruffly inform him that he had to a) get to a job, b) get something off the stove, or c) variation of other excuses. The call would end almost as soon as it had begun. Adam understood—the calls were awkward, and Adam had a hard time with the conversations, too. His father was old school; he didn’t like to talk just for the sake of talking. Chit chat annoyed him.

The last time he had talked to his dad was probably 6 months ago, at the wedding. The last time he had actually spent any time with his dad was around the same time he had Willow move in with him. Adam remembered how angry his pops had been about him breaking up with Melissa. Melissa had been Catholic. His father could understand Catholic. What his father didn’t know, or didn’t care about, was the fact that he and Melissa fought like cats and dogs.

The night of the VMA’s, where he met Willow, he was supposed to have gone with Melissa. But she threw one of her hissy-fit-guilt-trips and refused to go. So Adam had gone alone. She had been angry that he hadn’t asked her to marry him yet; after all, two years was long enough to wait, she had said. She wanted to start a family, settle down, blah blah blah. Adam couldn’t understand that—he was just starting to get very successful and he wasn’t about to quit just to get married and work a 9-to-5. He’d thought that Melissa understood his dreams and ambitions. Turns out she felt more like his father did about what he should do and shouldn’t do with his life.

Melissa had gone crying to his father after the break-up, ratting him out about having slept with Willow while still technically dating her. His father was pissed. They’d had a pretty heated argument about it. His father had liked Melissa. Adam had started seeing her about the same time that he and his father mended their fences after Area 5’s first record started showing signs of success. They’d all three spend a lot of time together back then.

Once Sam had found out that Adam had moved Willow in with him after just a few weeks dating, well…..that mended fence blew the hell down. WAY down. They barely spoke after that.

Adam got up from the bed and limped to the bathroom. He drank a glass of water and then stared at his face in the mirror. He knew that he wasn’t perfect. He’d made mistakes, some of them bad ones, but he loved his wife and his kids and he took care of his own. Why his father hated him so much, he couldn’t understand. He knew WHY his father hated him, but he couldn’t understand it. He didn’t kill his mother—she’d had a weak heart. Hadn't she? His dad could just have easily blamed himself for getting his mom pregnant; couldn't he? He blamed me, Adam thought, maybe there's a good reason for that. As if I'll ever know it, Adam thought bitterly.

Adam turned away from the mirror and sighed. He limped back to the main room and dug out his practice snare and drum sticks out of his bags and started to play. Maybe that would drown out the hurt and the guilt inside him. He was pretty sure it wouldn't, but he could try.
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Domenica – A Magical Day

Domenica happily walked down the long hall checking things out as she got closer to the Sequoia Suite, she noted that one of the tables with a vase and flowers looked a little dusty; she would need call housekeeping and let them know. It was days like today that were really what she lived for, the one-on-one interaction with the guests, it always made her that much more perky. She walked to the double doors and stopped she flattened her long floor length skirt, the cast costumes, where never very flattering, green and brown polyester, it was the one thing about Disney that she didn’t like, she always brought a change of closes for the end of the day, in case she was going out. She smiled, looking good in the cast customs wasn’t the point, however, the point was so that everyone looked the part and that the guest were completely engulfed in the world that was created Disney. She straightened her shoulders and smiled, tapping on the door even her knock was lively. She ran her tongue over her teeth making sure that there was no lipstick on them, always a good safety tip.

“Yes.” A male voice said from behind the door.

“Good Afternoon, this is Domenica Anderson from Guest Relations. I’m here to go over the information for you stay.” Domenica said in her very naturally playful tone.

The door opened showing a dark haired man standing there, his natural smile meeting hers, “Ms. Anderson.” The man said standing there allowing her to walk in to the suite, it was nothing for her to be in the suite, it was one of her many duties to come and check on all the guest who stayed in the suites, especially celebrities, to see what the hotel could do to make their stay as comfortable as possible. She stood smiling waiting to be shown in, to be fair, she never actually heard of him, but one of the cast members at the hotel were all dying that he was here. He certainly didn’t look like a celebrity not to mention he was alone and wasn’t surrounded by a ton of people. In her hand was her portfolio full of notes and with all the various park information and items to be given to him for his stay.

“Please come in and have seat. Thank you for checking in me.” The man said his British accent lovely. Domenica walked in and took a seat on one of the comfortable sofas, she quickly scanned the room making sure all the details were just right and that housekeeping had set the room perfectly, which they had. “Thank you Mr. Lloyd.” Vivaciously opening up her portfolio she smiled looking up at him, making eye contact and continued, “We wanted to know if there was anything special that the Hotel could provide you with well you were here, I can make reservation at any of the restaurants here on the property, we can also provide you with special tours or anything like that.” She said smiling happily. “Hotel security has been made aware of your request to not be bothered. I assure you we’ll do all that we can, but someone of your notoriety.” She continued, “we can’t guarantee you 100% privacy.”

Gareth ginned at her listening she was very welcoming and something very honest about her, she completely and totally loved her job and it showed through in her speech and even in her movements. He could tell she didn’t know who he was, but that didn’t stop her, “First, I want to thank you for your time. Second, please call me Gareth. And third, I’m not worried about security or anything like that, well I’m here, that was my manager and agent.” He said giving her the once over with his eyes, she was very pretty but like everything about her, she was understated and somewhat unaware of it.

Domenica made a few energetic notes, “Excellent.” She said her tone playful and up beat then she added, “you have access to the concierge lounge if you need it and we have 24 hour room service.” She flipped through the information she had on his reservations, “The reservation said there would be two of you, but I see you check in alone, will the other party be showing up later, Ill leave word with the desk.” Gareth took a sip of his drink that he had been holding in his hands inhaling deeply, “No, I’m afraid my girlfriend decided to…well needless to say I’ll be alone, this week.” Domenica nodded, offering no opinion it wasn’t her place. She warmly smiled and pulled out an envelope, “Here are your passes to the park and everything else for your stay, we took the liberty of setting you a up on Segway tour of Disney’s California, just call me and let me know when you would like to go and you will be all set.” Again she smiled at him her playful nature coming through, “Unless I can make reservations for you or unless you need anything else, I will let you enjoy your stay.” She said standing up and smiling. Gareth stood up as well putting his drink down, “No that really won’t be necessary, I have everything I need. You’ve been very helpful.”

Domenica smiled, “Excellent.” She started walking to the door of the suite, “Ms. Anderson.” Gareth said stopping her in her tracks he watched her a moment, “Would it be inappropriate if I were to ask you to join me for dinner tonight strictly in a professional manner, I don’t enjoy eating alone?” He continued to watch her and added, “And I have to be honest I find your accent very interesting to listen to.” Domenica grinned again her playful personality showing through, “Mr. Lloyd thank you for the offer, but…” He looked at her with his deep rich eyes smiling; pleading, “Please? It would mean a lot.” He said watching her, had he gotten his signals from her wrong, she seemed interested in him. She thought a moment shifting on her heels, she was off work at 6pm and there were no rules against it. “Alright, I’m finished at 6pm. Where would you like to have dinner? I will make reservations.” He smiled, “Napa Rose would be fine.” She nodded, “Excellent. I’ll meet you there at 6:30pm.” She smiled and spryly exited the suite.

She walked over to the concierge desk right outside the sixth floor main elevator bank and in her chipper voice started talking, “Sydney, I need you to call housekeeping and have then make sure to dust the tables outside the suite, they were a little dusty.” Sydney looked up at her, “Well? How is he? Why’s he here alone, where’s his girlfriend?” Domenica smiled playfully, “Now Sydney you know I can’t talk about guests like that and what is your fascination with Mr. Lloyd anyway?” Sydney looked at her not believing she was that thick at times, “Come on Dom, he is Ianto Jones from Torchwood, I’m still bitter over them killing him, but he’s here at our hotel alone. Plus the accent…swoon.” Domenica laughed, “It really excellent hearing him talk.” She laughed picking up the phone at the desk and dialing a few numbers, “This is Domenica, Mr. Lloyd needs a dinner reservation for two tonight at 6;30pm.” She waited a minute, “Excellent.” She said her intellection on the word a little higher then her other words and hung up the phone.

“Wait two?” Sydney said a little surprised, “With who?”

Domenica smiled, “he asked if I would join him, he doesn’t like to eat alone and it would have been rude to say no.” Sydney looked at her, “OH MY GOD!!!” She whispered very loud, good thing there were no guests around.

“You and Gareth David Lloyd at dinner together at Napa Rose you are so lucky. I hate you.” Sydney said as Domenica started laughing, “Oh please, it’s all very professional, it’s part of my job, especially for guest of his caliber, even if I’ve never seen him in anything. I’m heading to my office call if you need anything.” Domenica said and walked off to the bank of elevators.

May it be said, when the sun sets on your life, you made a difference.
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