Tuesday Night

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

She walks slowly through the town, aimless. She doesn't want to go see the Doctor...not yet anyhow. She has too much to think about. She's glad she went and talked to Death...but she hadn't expected she'd find all the answers inside herself. Well, not all the answers, but enough.

Eventually she needs to go home, she knows this. If for nothing else she has come to the conclusion that maybe some work clothes need to be at the TARDIS...on reserve. She hoped he wouldn't mind; it really was a kind of pushy thing to assume.

She lingers at shop windows and watches people. Some of them she recognizes from the school...all busy busy busy trying to get to where ever they're going. She smiles, happy to be alive. Happy to have this chance...this one chance. She breathes deeply. Life is good...love is good.

Nothing like Death for a little perspective.


ooc: open to anyone. Mun has the night off and is loving the freedom. Play with me!

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[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Feeling distracted and slightly restless, Shane had cut her losses at Spike's place. There was just no one else out tonight. She pushes the door open, a cloud of cigarette smoke wafting after her as she steps out onto the sidewalk, turns and almost walks smack into someone.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

OH! *she puts her hands out to keep the damage to a minimum*

I'm so sorry...excuse me.

*Looks at her*

I know you...*squints*...you're the waitress, from Deb's, right?

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Putting her own hands up, she grasps the other woman's shoulders by reflex. "Oh, shit... shit, shit, I'm sorry," she says, letting her go. "Sorry." Upon being recognized, she grins. "Yeah, hi. I served you yesterday. Hi." She switches her cigarette from her right hand to her left so that she can hold her hand out to the other woman. "I'm Shane."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*Smiles brightly*

Hi Shane. I'm CJ.

*Looks at Spike's*

Are you...ok? Not trying to get away from anyone? I know how bars are. We can walk if you want. Safety in numbers.

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Wh--?" Shane gives her a puzzled look for a moment, glancing back at the door to Spike's pub, and then back at her. "Ohh, no... no," she chuckles. "No, I'm not... not trying to get away from anyone." Her tone is exceedingly dry and faintly rueful.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Are you doing all right? *Looks at her concerned*

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Shane says immediately, nodding. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just, uhh..." She trails off and glances down at her boots, taking a drag of her cigarette before looking up at her again. "Kinda ... quiet tonight. You know."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

I do know. I'm sort of in that same mood. Reticent, right?

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Shane's grin, when it comes, is suprisingly sharp and bright and faintly wolfish at the edges. "Not exactly," she murmurs, reaching up to scratch a hand through her haphazard shock of hair.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Oh?

*Leaves it open and her expression make it obvious that Shane can talk...or not.*

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Opening her mouth, Shane looks at her for a moment, hesitating. "Not reticent so much as... horny," she finishes flatly, just throwing it out there. She did want an answer and Shane was telling her the truth... she asked for it, so to speak.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Oh.

*This isn't quite what she expected*
*Smiles*

Shane, I don't think I can help you there...

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"I didn't say I thought you could," Shane says, her tone amused to take the edge off of the words. She takes a drag off of her cigarette and leans her weight back on one foot, grinning. "But... there it is."

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Shane nods. "Yeah, I get that. Still... sorry," she says, offering her a small smile.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Heh, really, it's ok.

Where are you headed, anyhow?

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Lifting her head up, she glances down the street and then looks over at CJ. "I don't know. Where are you headed?" She asks, a grin tugging up one corner of her mouth.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Oh, eventually home, then back there. *Points at the phone booth*

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"I can go..." she offers, jerking a thumb back over her shoulder.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

You don't have to, my feet are just getting sore. *Is still wearing heels*

Want to go sit in the park?

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Glancing down at CJ's heels, Shane then looks over at her own pair of steel-toed boots and can't help but grin. "Yeah, sure... okay," she says, nodding.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*Walks with her to a bench*

So do you like waitressing?

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Yeah... it pays pretty good and I get to meet different people every day. They've all been really nice. It's cool," she says, nodding as she fishes into her pocket for her cigarettes. She almost offers one to CJ again by instinct, but pulls the pack away when she remembers, brows knitting together apologetically as she lights her own cigarette.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Deb seems nice. Is she a good boss?

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"She's awesome," Shane says with a fond smile. "She's a total mom, you know?" She looks over at CJ and grins for a moment but her grin seems to give out a little after a moment. She looks away, taking a drag on her cigarette. "So, uhh... what's it like being a teacher? Is it better than working for the president?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*She's quiet for a while, thinking*

It's different. Both are demanding. Both are thrilling. I didn't think either would ever be dangerous.