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]

No, I was just thinking maybe you didn't feel like watching them. [She shrugs, taking another bite.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

I'd love to watch them with you, otherwise, you're right. I wouldn't give it the time of day.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't watch them with any other woman? That's certainly a big commitment. [She grins.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

You're the only one that has a real interest in me so you deserve my attention. Besides, I won't be that focused on the fireworks~

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

Mm? What's that supposed to mean?

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Heh. Don't worry about it. [He smiles serenely.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

Alright, then.

I think it's about time for a beer, wouldn't you think? [She swipes her hands together to brush the bread crumbs off.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Yes, ma'am.

[He wanders over to the cooler and fetches them each an ice, cold beer. He opens the one for Jane and hands it to her.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

Thank you. [She takes a sip, grimacing a little.] Not a big fan of beer, but it'll do.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

If you're not a fan, then why are you drinking it? [John would love to know her reason. He walks over and sits down heavily in a chair next to her.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

A drink is the one the thing I need right now. [She laughs softly before she takes another sip.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Hn. If you want to suffer through that beer, be my guest....otherwise I could get you something that's more to your liking.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She looks down at her beer, contemplating for a minute.] Wine or sake would be nice, but on Fourth of July?

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

_{I'll get you whatever you want...even saké.}

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

alright, then.

[She reaches her hand out to gently touch his, her fingers cold from the beer.]

You are much too kind to me, darling.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He's extra kind to he because he really likes her, even if he's sure his chances to be happy with her are doomed, he's Hell-bent and determined to enjoy it while it lasts.]

I'll be right back, then.

[John trots back to the kitchen and to the fridge to get that little bottle of chilled Sho Chiku Bai Nama Saké. He grabs a single ceramic cup for Jane and he trots back to her.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She's sure that this relationship will be hard work for the both of them with his past and her future. Still, that doesn't change her feelings any less about him. She wishes she could say the same for herself.

When he comes back, she's staring off into the hues of the artificial sky. There's a bit of a bittersweet feeling as the sky is obviously very beautiful, but it's fake. It's an artificial sky, one that doesn't exist, but is there to please those who obviously miss it. Slowly, she turns her head to face him, a smile appearing on her face.]

I can't believe you would go through all this trouble just to get me an alcoholic drink.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

It was no trouble at all.

[He hands her the empty cup so that he can open the bottle and pour her a shot. He sits the rest of the bottle on the table next to her, then confiscates her beer, knowing that she no longer wishes to consume it.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[Being the lightweight woman she is, she just takes small sips out of the ceramic cup. She holds it, placing her hands in the lap, looking out at nothing in particular.

She's trying so hard to ignore everything he's told her. Her mind still can't wrap around it, and she's trying her best not to make it noticeable. Even if he is a part of it, she doesn't want him to know how she feels about her future self right now. How she can barely even keep her mind quiet to even sleep.

But he's forgiven you, she reminds herself. There are still plenty of people who like you and don't have to know.

She tries her best to keep her expression remaining content, staring longingly out at nothing in particular.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He watches her curiously. He can sense that there's something amiss, but he doesn't call her out on it for now. He is unwilling to sully this moment with words just yet. John seats himself back into the chair next to her again and watches the night 'sky'.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[Alcohol was not the only thing she was wishing for. Right now, she kind of wishes that she could have a hug, too. She sips down the liquid a bit more roughly this time, hoping that it'll at least make her feel a miniscule better. Her eyebrows furrow, but she doesn't mind it. It's still good to her.

Her eyes fixate on the sky again.]

It's really bittersweet, isn't it? It looks so real, but everyone very well knows it's not.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

It's real enough for me, considering it's all we got...I'll take it.

[He glances over to Jane to see if she's enjoying her drink and he catches that expression of hers.]

Is something wrong?

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

I guess. Still, I'd like to see the real sky at least one more time. It feels like I'm on a school trip to the planetarium.

Hm? [She looks at him.] Oh, no, every thing's fine. [She flashes a small smile.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Jane-? Are you going to tell me what it is?

[He knows better; she can't hide very much from him.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

It's nothing. Why do you ask?

[Jane was never very good at masking a lot of her emotions. She is too sympathetic and people friendly to do something such as that.]