obligatory fourth of july post

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY EVERYONE!]

[Come to the roof to do American things! Like have cookouts, and eat watermelon. Stay for the fireworks, too.]

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[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She stops to look at him.]

I wasn't trying to point out your failure of your mental facilities, I was trying to prove to you that everyone forgets things.

[She lets out a quick sigh and walks again, this time a little more. This was not turning out to be a good ending to a good night.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He follows her, but he's not going to exert himself needlessly. It is true that this nexus is big and the hallways are countless, but he tries to remember the route anyway, more for his own sake than anyone's.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She keeps quiet, not saying anything. She doesn't understand why he kisses her and then ends up acting so cold towards her. She understand he's had a rough life, but he wouldn't have forgiven her if he didn't care about her.

Right? she adds in her mind. Right...]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[Old man is old. He can wander for hours, but usually at a much slower pace. He's able to keep up fairly well, but he can't chase her at this speed forever...]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't even look back to see if he's keeping up with her. Luckily, for his sake, her room isn't so far.]

Here we are. [She stops in front of her door, turning to him.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He walks up to her from the end of the hallway. A single bead of sweat runs from his forehead into his eye.]

Yes. [John exhales is greeting quietly. He really needs to get back into some sort of shape...that isn't round.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She can't help but be amused. She tilts her head a little.]

Was I going too fast for you?

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He HUFFS!]

Hrrrnn...I'm not as young and thin as I used to be.

this conversation would sound... interesting to anyone who passes by

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

You could have just asked me to slow down.

[Then, she thinks for a moment and shakes her head.]

No, knowing you, you wouldn't ask anyone to slow down.

LOL - TRUE

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He pulls out a handkerchief and wipes the sweat from his forehead.]

Water? Could I have a glass of water? [Someone drank too many beers then tried to keep up with a youngster.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She opens the door and motions him to go in first.]

Was I really that fast? I thought I was going a fairly normal pace.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Fast for this hour and for this old man, yes.

[He wanders inside enough so that she can enter, then he turns to face her.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She closes the door behind her.]

You know, I wouldn't have made fun of you if you asked me to slow down. I just assumed, since you always seemed pretty agile to me.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Before beer I am pretty agile.

Before. [He chuckles softly.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[His chuckle brings a small smile to her face. At least, for now, he's not acting so distant towards her.]

Makes sense. [She walks past him, into the kitchen and grabs a glass from the cabinet. She fills it up a little more than half-way with water from the sink and walks out, handing the glass to him.]

If you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He takes the water and lifts the glass to his lips to drink. He finishes it off in no time, then hands the glass back to her.]

Thank you~

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She watches him for a moment, then takes the glass.]

You don't want anymore? Alcohol can make you dehydrated. I know you're a largely built man and you've only had three beers, but you still need to stay hydrated.

[She realizes that she's thirsty, too, but that can wait.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Hmm...Doctor knows best. [He nods his answer.]

[He seats himself on her sofa, making a content grunting sound once he's seated.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

Mm. [She smiles before going to fill up the glass again. She takes her own small sip before handing it to him.

She sits on the edge of the coffee table in front of him. She looks off to the side, as if she's thinking she needs to paint that wall, readjust that picture, make sure the clock is on the right time, things that she honestly doesn't need to think about right now, but still does.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He smirks and takes the glass from her, drinking it all again. Yes, he's feeling a lot better now. He holds onto the glass for the time being.]

...?

[After a moment he glances in the same direction at the same wall that Jane is staring at.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[After a few moments, she turns her head to look at him. When she sees him looking in the direction she was looking in, she feels a bit embarrassed for letting him catch her daze off like that.]

Oh, sorry about that. I was just thinking. [Then, without a pause.] Do you need another glass?

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

No, no. I'm fine. Thank you.

If you are tired, I can let myself out.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head.]

No, I'm not tired. I'm very much awake actually. Which is probably why I off in my own world there for a moment, actually. [She smiles.] I'm sorry about that. It wasn't really important things anyway.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He sits back on her couch and stretches out comfortably.]

You happy there on that table?

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

It's not as comfortable as the couch, but it's not back-breaking either.

[Still, she stands up, hands at her sides, and steps over his feet to sit fairly close to him on the couch. She doesn't lean back, though.]