Excuse

Family. Katie had used an interesting word. They really were kind of like family. A new emotion surfaces - this one with the same love as before, though a strange little nervousness too. Jason quickly cuts it off though.

I don't care. You know what movies I got. If you want something different, feel free.

Jason was flexible tonight. He was pretty sure he'd been able to head of an attack so that was good, though he was now tired. He just wanted to chill the rest of the day and evening.

Just come on over when you're ready. Trooper and I will be there. I'll leave the door unlocked.


Walking hand-in-hand inside the restaurant, Eli kind of likes it. This woman had piqued his interest and it was hard not to want to get to know her. There was something deeper about her. Maybe Ryan was right... maybe there was a past there that made that little glint of shyness emerge from beneath all that strong outer shell of confidence.

Once inside, Eli insists on paying, and soon they are seated at a little table outside. The sunshine was was warm but there was just enough of a light breeze to keep it from being hot.

"So... your bike should be done day after tomorrow." Eli takes another bite of his food, one arm resting on the table as his elbow holds his weight. "I think you're gonna like it." He'd elaborated on the designs she'd given him, and in reality, he really hoped she did like it. He usually didn't go too far from requests, but he'd added his own flare to these since she'd given him permission. It's what he loved, but not everyone liked his style.

Looking over to Scarlet, a bit of wonderment lay in his gaze. "After that though, you don't have an excuse to come by the shop. What should we do about that?"


Gage doesn't move when Sapphire comes in. He was glad she was there, but lacked the energy to be enthusiastic today. Looking up at her, his eyes travel to her own. She always knew how to make him feel better. Whether it was a shake or a cool glass of lemonade, she always seemed to know just what would taste good to him.

"Day wasn't so hot," he answers softly. "Back to the drawing board I guess. Job was a no-go... again."

Sighing deeply, he forces himself to sit up, though he clutches his pillow close, resting his chin on it. "What am I gonna do, Saph? Nobody wants me. I have a bad record and no skills on top of it. Maybe I just shoulda stayed a ward of the Elite."

He picks at the growing hole in the knee of his jeans. "Oh... I forgot. I finished this last night..." He leans over and rummages in a stack of papers until he pulls out the one he was looking for. It was another drawing, this one with a bit of color behind the pencil sketches. He had many now, but the special ones he gave to Sapphire. This particular one was over a flower, veiled in a cool rain shower. "Thought you might like it." He shrugs, resuming his position with his pillow.


Mick cocks his head, listening to Dan, a little surprised he didn't get any more information than that. And even more surprised when he's given advice. If he hadn't seen the respect on Dan's face, Mick would not have been happy, but he lets it slide. He'd done enough arguing the way it was, and maybe the younger man did have a point. So for now, he sets aside his annoyance.

"Alright... I won't push it. For what it's worth, thanks for bringing him back... however you did it."

Patting Dan's shoulder, Mick turns and walks away. His walked seemed a little slower... his shoulders a little lower perhaps.