( open ) ♕ ❝ a place in the clouds ❞

[gasping]

CHARACTERS: caroline forbes & you!
LOCATIONS: all around the city, ft: deja brew.
WARNINGS: none yet.
SUMMARY: catch-all log post for january & february.

♕ deja brew.

( first things first: caroline forbes cannot — will not — live in a shoebox apartment. not if she can help it, anyway, and a careful perusal of her cadelle welcome kit says that moving out is both totally possible and easy... provided she has the right funds. which, of course, she doesn't have here, because her bank account didn't exactly transfer over. normally, that wouldn't be too much of an issue, what with her enhanced abilities of persuasion at work... but for whatever reason, that hasn't been working out so well here. mostly, trying just gives her a headache.

so it's back to the old standard for caroline, and while the employment office had been quick to point out a few places that could likely use her help, she wasn't exactly thrilled about the idea of coming to a new place only to venture into food service. not that there was anything wrong with waitressing. it just wasn't her idea of a good time.

the locations directory in her phone doesn't give her many ideas, so rather than linger in her tiny apartment any longer than necessary, caroline decides to do things the old-fashioned way. she'll just walk around and find places that seem interesting, and once found, she'll ask if they're hiring. how hard could that be?

well, fast-forward two hours later, and she knows exactly what it could be: exhausting, and boring, which is worse. sinking into a booth at deja brew with a freshly steamed latte is just the ticket to feeling decidedly less miserable about this entire thing, right? it might also help to talk to people. people like the person whose walking path just crossed into her field of vision. )

Hi. Do you work here? ( a pause, and she corrects: ) Not, like, here here. In the city. Do you have a job?

♕ wildcard.

( if you'd like something specific with caroline, please let me know! semicolons / hartbeat#2740 on discord / pm, whatever floats your boat! )

Comments

[fadingspark]

[she's doing better than he is, but hey it's a nice day at least.
Even if it's cold]

Well, I'm pretty open. We can go dancing, or bowling?

[two different activities, but those were pretty much the big things to do in Beacon Hills.]

[gasping]

( don't worry, stiles. she'll keep you warm if you shiver too much. )

I honestly can't remember the last time I went bowling. You have to promise not to laugh at me when I'm completely terrible, okay?

[fadingspark]

[ that just makes him laugh and smile more ]

Well that's fine, I'm horrible too. That's not really the point of bowling. It's just about having fun.

[gasping]

Having fun... being terrible? Okay, but why do I get the feeling you're totally about to hustle me at bowling?

( which, for the record, is totally not allowed. )

Should I be calling in backup here?

[fadingspark]

Nope, totally honest. I'm a klutz so the whole coordination thing in bowling doesn't work for me. I'm just barely better at lacrosse.

Do you feel you need backup?

[gasping]

No! ( she gives a teasing nudge to his arm at his question. not hard enough to bruise, but just enough to feel a poke or two. ) I'm having fun. I don't need backup.

( which is true, at least, even as they walk down the otherwise unremarkable areas of the city on their way towards the diner. there's nothing bad about a good time. )

If you say it's fun, I'll believe you. We'll probably be equally terrible. A battle of who sucks less at bowling.

[fadingspark]

We can totally have a suck off!

[he is not aware of how that sounds at all.]

[gasping]

( a bright, unrestrained bark of laughter, enough to make her cheeks go pink as she puts two hands to her face to contain her giggles. )

... oh my god, a suck off. ( give her a minute. ) Wow.

Is it that kind of first date?

[fadingspark]

What, seeing who sucks worse at bowling?

[give him a sec for his brain to catch up with his mouth]

Oh, OH, no I didn't mean that.

[gasping]

Could have fooled me.

( she's not offended, though. just amused. )

I usually prefer dinner first, at least, if you do decide to mean that in the future.

[fadingspark]

[well, now he's turning pink, but something catches his eye to distract him]

Oh hey, look, you were reading the map right after all. There's the diner.

[gasping]

( talk about a timely distraction. don't think she didn't notice that subject change, buddy... but she'll let it slide, this time, if only just because the diner itself is worth being distracted by.

as they settle in the booth, expansive menus being reviewed: ) The question is, do I want a peanut butter milkshake or a red velvet milkshake or both...

[fadingspark]

Well, if you want both, see if they can mix it? I mean, Red Velvet is mostly a chocolate flavor anyway, right?

[ he's never been fond of red velvet ]

[gasping]

No! ( she's from virginia. red velvet's a Thing in the south. ) It's... okay, maybe it's a little like chocolate, but it's different. It's definitely different.

( the idea of mixing red velvet and peanut butter doesn't sound very appealing. )

Which do you want? We could share one.

[fadingspark]

[he looks at the menu a moment, thinking.]

Well, I was thinking peanut butter fudge. Probably tastes just like a Reeses, you think?