The One in the Lobby

[huntersdaughter]

Who: Anyone!
Where: Central Perk Paradisa Perk aka The Lobby
When: Monday. All Day.
Notes: Threadjacking. Action. Prose. It's all welcome.



[The lobby coffee shop is somewhat peaceful. Though, Jo is trying to figure out her menu plan for the holiday and how to get Julia to not be so depressed over her own brother being a jerk. It's really not Jo's fault. Of course, he was always the favorite, so she's really not surprised to see this huge fall from grace. It just upsets her to see her friend (and her brother) so upset.

Honestly, her brother is miserable. If she has to look at Gwaine and hear that sad, near-honking, '...hhhhi' again? Yeah, there will be blood.

You can find Jo buzzing between the kitchen in the Lux and the couches in the coffee shop. She should be working, but it's the middle of the day! Who wants to work?]

Comments

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[She's just... looking for random crap to talk about. Rambling about nothing while she drinks coffee like her life depends on it. It's vastly preferable to anything else she can come up with right now.

Do something, Max :(]

[whatialways_do]

[well, she's got her guitar, and ... she wings it]

Want to hear the song I'm working on for Christmas?

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[Well, now that the guitar's out, does she really have any other choice?]

Why not?

[... At the very least, good or (probably, sorry) bad, this should distract her from her issues for the time being.]

[whatialways_do]

[goes to reach for her guitar and starts plucking at the strings to find the right key]

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[And that guitar plucking is a little... ear-piercing. (When was the last time Max tuned that thing, seriously?) But Julia, however, will just sit there and try to pretend like she isn't headed toward a migraine here. It's only the polite thing to do.]

[whatialways_do]

[and there will be a song with events rhyming with names that the mun is too lazy to write, but it's par for the course with most of Max's songs]

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[Don't blame the mun for being too lazy to write that. And the resulting reaction, of course, will also be customary. The small smile she gives at the end of that isn't to be polite so much as an expression of relief that it's over.]

That was... nice, Max.

[... Can they put alcohol in this coffee now?]

[whatialways_do]

[grins!]

Thanks! It still needs a bit of work, but it should be totally ready for Christmas.

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[And her ears are STILL ringing. How does that even work? ... Just smile and drink the coffee, Julia, it all has to go away eventually.]

You'll work it out.

[whatialways_do]

[nods]

And so will you.

[nope. not letting the Gwaine thing go.]

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[SIGH. That was really the... absolute last thing she wanted to talk about. She sat through that song just to not have to talk about it.

She's quiet for a while, sipping idly on her coffee. Until she eventually runs out.]

I don't know.

[whatialways_do]

You will. He's your lobster.

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, that metaphor is totally lost on her. She looks up at Max over the rim of her coffee cup with an eyebrow slightly raised.]

My... what?

[whatialways_do]

Lobsters mate for life. If we could watch them under the ocean, you would probably see them walking along the bottom of the ocean, holding their little lobster claws.

[flashes her a grin]

Gwaine is your lobster.

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[Even if the metaphor may still be lost on her, it's... touching, in a way. Or, at the very least, it causes her to stop and think about something. With both hands still around her mug, she gently places it back on the table, her gaze following the motion.]

Do you really think so?

[whatialways_do]

I know so.

[it's just instinct. and if Max is good at anything, it's trusting her instincts.]

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[At that, she falls silent for a long time, staring idly at her now empty coffee cup. Like she's thinking something over, something she's turned over in her head countless times over the past few days. She's obviously hesitant to just spit it out, but eventually she does.]

So should I give him another chance?

[whatialways_do]

[takes a breath as she inches closer, linking her arm in Julia's]

Do you want to? Like, deep deep deep down, underneath all the badness.

[itwas-raining.livejournal.com]

[Though she lets her friend come closer, she avoids her eyes at all costs. People can read you more easily that way, right? It makes her uncomfortable to be such an open book. Normally, she can hold it all together like a pro, but this week? This week she's on the verge of cracking...

A quiet breath.]

Yes.

[whatialways_do]

[nods]

Then I think you should do it. You'll be happier that way.