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The Perk; Early Monday Evening.

The submissions for the exhibit had all been made and Charlotte had, of course, promptly put together all sorts of lists and diagrams for ideas on how to organize the show for the opening on Wednesday. It was very exciting because there were so many entries that really took her by pleasant surprise and she realized that she'd already grown to love quite a few of them. All the excitement, however, was not enough alone to keep her going full speed as she'd preferred, so she figured she'd take her work with her down to the Perk and enjoy a nice little jolt of caffeine, sipping on a latte at a table near the window as she typed and jotted, deleted and erased, only to type and jot again.

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Murdock swore he could still taste turkey and avocado from his earlier lunch. So he was hoping a bit of coffee would kill the flavor.

He wandered over and grinned when he spotted Charlotte. "Hey Charlotte! Mind if I join ya?"

"Oh! Murdock!" Charlotte glanced up from her laptop with a smile. "Hello! I'm actually in the middle of some work right now, but I suppose a bit of a break won't hurt. Have a seat. How've you been?"

"I've been good," he replied, sliding in a seat across from her. "How's things goin' with you? Did you get a lot of submissions for the show?"

"I did!" Charlotte said, her beaming grin growing quite a bit. "I was a little worried at first, but at the end of things, people really pulled together some very exciting stuff. Wednesday will be very interesting."

"Cool! I can't wait to see it!" Yes, he was very eager to see it.

"So...you're full then, huh?" It was a casual question only. Slightly too casual, in fact.

Charlotte was definitely one to recognize slightly too casual when she thought she heard it, so her head tilted with a slightly questioning look at Murdock as she answers, "Well, I wouldn't really say full, because there's a fairly large space to consider, but I did feel that the submissions exceeded my expectations enough that I wouldn't have to fall back on my own work that I did when I was seven." She gave him a slight grin. "Why do you ask?"

"From when you were seven? Wow. You kept stuff that long?" It didn't occur to him to think about more recent events when everyone was kiddie-age.

"Oh, I was just askin'," he shrugged casually. "But...if you still have some space...I maybe could make up a few more things?"

He was such a great artist, right?

"Oh, no, no no," Charlotte waved a dismissive hand. "I'm a pack rat, but not that bad! From when I was seven for just that weekend when so many of us were kids again, remember?"

She asked that last work with a bit of desperation in her voice, as if suddenly fearing that it turned out that that didn't really happen and she had actually gone somewhat crazy.

"And...well," she certainly didn't want to discourage anyone, but...well, her seven year old drawings were of the same caliber, if not better, than what Murdock submitted, "I suppose I could accept a few more late entries, but it won't really be needed. We have enough to fill the show, definitely." She concluded this fact with a firm, confident nod.

"Oh sure I remember that! I was like eight then. It was fun!"

Of course, since he was crazy, it wasn't that much of an assurance.

"Oh you do?" he deflated a little. "Oh well. I was hopin' there might have been a wee bit of space..." He sipped his coffee like he wasn't bothered he'd just been turned down.

Sweet rejection, what a cruel mistress.

And, suddenly, Charlotte was feeling like she'd kicked a puppy, or something very similar to it. "Oh, there is!" she said quickly, her eyes wide with eagerness to please. "I mean, if there's something else you'd like to submit, I can definitely find the room. Look!" She patted her papers in front of her. "I'm still in the sketching process of the layout; still plenty of chance to adjust things!"

"Really? I mean, I wouldn't want to make more work for ya." But it was clear he was eager at the news of still available space.

"But I do have one or two more things if you're interested." Again, stated oh-so-casually as if he hadn't been fishing for that all along.

So easy to read him sometimes, yes?

"Oh, no, no, no!" Charlotte insisted, waving both hands now. "It's no trouble at all, really! Just go ahead and drop them off at the gallery tomorrow, and I can work them in with the rest of your pieces, Murdock." She gave him a smile she hoped was reassuring. "Nothing to it at all."

"Oh cool!" he grinned widely. "Thanks Charlotte! You won't regret it, I promise."

He kept grinning as he sipped some more at his coffee.

Charlotte just smile congenially back. It wasn't so much that she thought she'd regret it so much as...

...well, it was Murdock's name on the pieces, not hers.

He didn't seem to be bothered or care, really. If people thought him nuts, well. They wouldn't be far off.

"It'll be great! Really. Got it all planned out already."

Edited 2008-09-16 02:19 (UTC)

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