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I was at the park watching the sun rise with the fountain node in the foreground when Val flew in and--almost literally--scare the shit out of me by perching on the back of the bench I was on. Patrolling, I think, so I told her all was quiet in the park. I asked her if I could take a picture of her and she hammed it up. I had to photoshop the image quite a bit because I screwed the lighting all up, but I think it came out well. I'll print out a copy for her.





















Shelby showed up again, this time without those blue shoes that probably cost $400, looking to do some parkour--and having done some research into it, too. She seemed a lot more approachable today for some reason and... I think she was even flirting a little bit? We ended the workout at a coffee shop. She asked if splitting a sticky bun would be too "date-y." I said that it'd be date-y if I asked her out to a dinner and a movie. She said that was kind of last century traditional--not a yes nor a no either--but implied that maybe coffee was a date and she'd asked me instead. And then I got a phone call about another missing person and had to leave. Rotten timing. I wonder if I gave Shelby my card the day before? Because I don't have her phone number.

Even more rotten? The call turned out to not be a missing person per se: it's more of a "get evidence of my wandering husband cheating if he's cheating" assignment. I took it because I could use the money--a $1,000 bounty for evidence admissible in divorce proceedings and a $500 bonus for particularly damning evidence . It's not going to be difficult work, thanks to a little magic to put me at the right place at the right time, and it's something I can do at a fairly leisurely pace. I still feel a bit like a peeping tom, though.

I'm up late tonight. I think I dream-walked my cat by accident as I fell asleep.  Unless I vividly dreamed that I was dreaming LOLcat's dream? Ugh. I can still taste the mouse, even after half a dozen mouthfuls of Listerine. And the sensation of the bones crunching. Gross, gross, gross, gross, gross! (I really hope this is not some kind of portent.)
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Nick "Nicodemus" Dalton

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