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Post by Charlotte Jacobs on Feb 13, 2011 19:45:41 GMT -8
It had been a while since Charlotte had watched Pretty in Pink, but she remembered the ending well enough. She wondered absently what sort of movies David enjoyed. Wonder how he feels about bad movies... Maybe she’d find out when they returned to the hotel. Sitting on the couch with him watching movies didn’t sound like a bad way to finish out the evening. You can think of something better than that, her subconscious chimed in cheekily.
“I was always a bit divided on the ending. Though I must admit to leaning more towards agreeing with Zach a lot of the time.” The way York had lit up when she complimented his suit almost made her giggle. She followed his gaze to David and the other three people at the table. Smiling fondly (and being unaware that she was doing so), she shrugged a little. “Maybe.” It was weird, having York talk about whatever it was going on between her and David. Of course, their conversation back at the hotel earlier made it very evident that she was evidently transparent when it came to David. At least to York, anyway.
There was sultry piano music playing. The song wasn’t familiar to her, but it was very pretty. Without conscious thought Charlotte momentarily turned away from York and put a hand on David’s shoulder. She brought her lips close to his ear.
“Think I may have to try and get you to dance with me before this night is out,” she told him softly. Smiling, she turned slightly back towards York, though her hand didn’t move from David's shoulder.
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Post by Emily Wyatt on Feb 13, 2011 21:17:44 GMT -8
On David's introduction and compliment At least someone noticed! Emily stood and with a warm smile and a pat on the back said, "David! Thank you!" She blushed slightly and with a nod to her dress she added sheepishly, "I don't get to go out very much these days so I fear I'm a little out of- um practice on the whole glaming up...thing" She laughed and rubbed the back of her neck.
She glanced and saw that York was still animatedly talking to Charlotte about... ducks? What? Whatever, she didn't want to know and continued her conversation with David in an effort to ignore her sudden irritation with Mr. Pink.
"By the way it's so nice to see you again in a more pleasant circumstance. To tell you the truth I was fearing we would only meet up in dire situations. Still no leads on that maniac driver but the Greenvale Sheriff department is working on it, it's a top priority!
A waiter returned with a second glass of merlot for Emily. With a sly grin she moved closer to David and said, "Are you and Charlotte on here on a date?"
She knew they had to be just from the way Charlotte whispered to David a moment ago. There something going on between them and it made her inner fangirl squeal! She leaned over to grab her digital camera off the table and with a grin mouthed to Ash and Gabriel "They are so adorable."
Still smiling with camera in hand she asked, "Umm David..I was wondering-er hoping... Could I get a picture of you and Charlotte together? Before you guys leave tonight? It's just you guys look smashing and here in Greenvale we haven't see this much class in quite awhile. I was going to bother my friend Kevin and Tamika for one too they are the couple in silver over there..."
Emily feared David would decline so she tacked on her best attempt of a puppy dog stare. She was no where in Ashlin's league but she was sure it couldn't hurt. Besides if hers alone didn't work maybe she could convince Ashlin to join in with her own stare. She doubted David could say no then!
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Post by Tamika Weir on Feb 14, 2011 18:02:34 GMT -8
Tamika had been relaxing a bit, despite having Agent Barbie just a few tables over. Then an unfortunately familiar voice brought her out of her complacent state. "What the hell does he want? To try touch my ass a second time?" Tamika instinctively reached down to pull out her knife only to find that the pocket her switchblade was normally in was mysteriously missing. "Idiot! Dress=no pockets, remember? Besides, even if you had your knife, what the hell were you going to do? Cut his balls off? Yeah, I'm sure Agent Barbie would just love to see that. And also, remember who's paying you $500 a week? It's not like he's the worst boss you've ever had."
Angry at herself and wary about Brad, she pulled her chair in closer to the table, trying to get as much distance between her and Brad as possible without being too conspicuous. Then she looked over her shoulder up at Brad and replied, "Not too badly. Agent Barbie over there hasn't gotten around to insulting me yet. Maybe he's tired or something." With a slight glare, she asked, "If you don't mind me asking, what the hell are you doing here Brad?"
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Post by George Woodman on Feb 17, 2011 16:31:21 GMT -8
George walked into the Galaxy of Terror with a tired look upon his face. Finally, he would get a chance to have that beer he deserved. Having come straight from the station after hours of paperwork and dealing with Todd's antics. He tilted his hat down and sighed.
He made a beeline straight for an empty stool at the bar. Despite the many familiar faces in the bar he didn't notice any of them. He was too deep in thought and tired to see them. "Morgan managed to escape my trap today..." he thought. "No matter, I still have a group of loyal followers ready to hunt him down at my command. This could be interesting..."
His thoughts were interrupted by the bartender, who approached him with a greeting. He waved back and asked for the usual: a bottle of stout beer. He returned to his thoughts...
"Now who should be the next sacrifice..."
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Post by Dr. Bradley Karrde Smith on Feb 23, 2011 14:47:54 GMT -8
"I was a tad bored in my hotel room. Figured I'd spend some time out and about. Remembered this place from a brochure I saw so I though I'd check it out. Didn't realize it'd be this popular tonight." Brad replied, completely ignoring the glare from Tamika.
"However, don't let me interrupt you. I'm going to go say hi to Ash and Emily." Brad started to turn away, but quickly added "And might I add, you look quite lovely tonight, Tamika. Hope you have a nice night." With that, Brad walked towards Ash's table.
The table was bustling with people when Brad walked up. "Hey Ash, how are you?" Looking at the other blonde at the table, "And Emily, I don't believe we've been introduced? I'm Bradley Karrde Smith. Might I say, you both look resplendent tonight. And good evening to you, Agent Morgan. You're looking...umm...sorry man, but you look quite gaudy. What are you wearing?"
Brad looked over the two people he was unfamiliar with. The redhead was quite beautiful as well, and the man she was with definitely held himself much like Agent Morgan. Holding out his hand to the man, he simply stated "Bradley Karrde Smith. Nice to meet you."
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Post by Ashlin Thomas on Feb 24, 2011 15:17:03 GMT -8
Ashlin did her best to give Brad a genuine smile, though her hands were tightly gripping the material of her dress beneath the table. She wasn't shaking at least, that was an improvement. 'He isn't a medical doctor, he isn't a medical doctor.' she told herself trying to calm down. "Hi Brad, I'm . . . fine." she said. Her tone was just a bit off, and a little shakier than when they'd last spoken. She tried to remind herself that she'd quite liked Brad before she'd known he was a, a doctor.
She knew she was being stupid, and unfair to Brad but she couldn't help it. Just knowing what he was sent her mind reeling back to days when she was so tired she could barely pull herself out of bed or waiting if fear for the day her parents would tell her she would be going somewhere for her own protection. Trying to pull herself from the memories before she started shaking again. Brad wasn't like that she told herself, she didn't have to be afraid of him.
She hoped.
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Post by David Young Henning on Mar 1, 2011 22:04:16 GMT -8
Amused, Henning watched Emily raise her camera. "I suppose you could call it a date," he said. "No, I don't mind. I'm not that photogenic, though; I don't think there's ever been a picture taken of me that doesn't have red-eye. Even the ones in my Bureau files. But you're welcome to try..."
Trying not to look self-conscious- he had an instinctual, semi-irrational wariness of cameras- Henning turned slightly towards Charlotte and her softly whispered proposition. Internally, there was a slight kernel of panic. He was just about to tell her that he hadn't danced with another person since high school, when a tall man with a tan and a flashing smile approached the table and stuck out his hand. Henning grasped it while the flash on Emily's camera went off; he felt bizarrely like a celebrity caught by the paparazzi in the middle of shaking some famous actor's hand.
"Bradley.... Karrde Smith," he repeated, uncharacteristically rattled by the man's sudden appearance. "I'm David Young Henning, and this is Charlotte..."
As he introduced her, Henning glanced from Smith to York, whom the tanned man had addressed with some familiarity, unsure of whether to state his own working relationship with the other agent before it came out naturally in conversation. Knowing York, it would be revealed sooner rather than later, and Henning was already preparing for damage control...
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Post by Emily Wyatt on Mar 1, 2011 23:16:20 GMT -8
It worked! Emily couldn't believe it, her puppy dog eyes actually worked?! Maybe she was just as talented as Ashlin in that regard? Since this went so well it made her want to try this tactic more often. In fact... her performance review was coming up in two months maybe this puppy dog look of hers would work on George and she could sweet talk a pay raise out of him this year? Oh man that would be sweet!
Giddy Emily jumped a bit like a little school girl and clasped David's hands in excitement and almost dropped her camera. With a super wide and grin bordering on manic she exclaimed, "Really!? Thank you! David this means so-"
But Emily's gushing halted prematurely by the arrival of a somewhat familiar face to the table. The deputy peered at the new comer and was unsure at first who it was but she was certain she saw him before, but the problem was where?
The newcomer had already flashed her a smile and gave her a compliment before it finally hit her.
She couldn't fucking, believe it. Standing in front of her and calling her resplendent while Valentine's Day Fun Agent Ken over there didn't give her a second look was KNIGHT RIDER! "Don't hassle the the HOFF", himself was here in Greenvale and wanted to talk with her. What luck!
Unfortunately downing that first glass of Merlot so fast made Emily's mind quite fuzzy and she found it hard to focus on just what she was really seeing. A dude she saw briefly last night at SWERY65, not an 80's star who was really big in Germany. Heck the fact that the Hoff introduced himself as "Bradley Karrde Smith" didn't even make a blip on Emily's radar. She only stared at the "star" with her mouth slightly agape hardly believing he was actually talking to someone like her. Man, she couldn't wait to tell Todd she rubbed elbows with someone famous he would be so jealous!
With wide eyes her glance quickly cut over to a tense looking Ashlin. What was wrong? Was she not a Baywatch fan or something? Puzzled redirected turned her gaze in Agent York's direction. He had to be just a star struck as she was... I mean he was all excited over Todd just because he looked like Zabka, but here, here was the real deal!
It was then Emily's eyes caught sight of a familiar man at the bar. Even with his back to her Emily instantly recognized her boss, Sheriff George Woodman, by the black Stetson and leather jacket alone. She almost forgot this was his favorite watering hole... She bit her lip, he was alone should she try and invite him over and join the group? It might be a good chance for him and Agent York to get on friendlier terms out of the workplaces. Plus she really wanted to introduce her new friend Ashlin to him. However, there was time for that later. At the moment she had a compliment from the Hoff to address.
Lowering her camera she smiled and said, "Why thank you Mr. Hasselhoff...what brings someone like you all the way to Greenvale?"
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Post by Charlotte Jacobs on Mar 4, 2011 4:01:30 GMT -8
Charlotte looked over at the tanned, smiling stranger when she heard David introduce her. He looked vaguely familiar, and she realised that she had seen him in the dining hall at the hotel. She’d caught his name when he said it, holding out his hand for the FBI agent to shake. Bradley Karrde Smith... well, at least I can put a name to the face I saw earlier. The name seemed vaguely familiar somehow, but there was no reason for it. She hadn’t seen the man before the hotel. She offered the other man a friendly smile.
It was beginning to get rather on the crowded side, in her opinion, and she suddenly felt kind of... swarmed. She wasn’t accustomed to being surrounded by such a sizeable number of people, and it was taking a little getting used to. She unconsciously slid her hand down David’s arm and intertwined her fingers with his.
“I’m headed to the bar. Want a drink?”
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Post by Tamika Weir on Mar 13, 2011 17:29:25 GMT -8
Tamika glanced at the large group that Brad had walked over and joined and then looked back at Kevin. "Are dates normally this dull? And awkard? I still think that he could be a really flat chested woman in denial." Though she had tried to enjoy talking to Kevin, she was starting to get a bit tired of sitting at a table in a short sparkly dress with a large group of people nearby and her date being a guy who might be a woman. "Well, time for me to go somewhere else. Might as well try to be polite about it."
"Hey Kevin," Tamika said kindly with only a slight edge, "Tonight's been alright, but I think I'm going to go now. I'll see you tomorrow." She then got up and left the table, only giving Kevin a small smile while she left to be polite. Tamika didn't really want to go join the large group, with Agent Barbie, another FBI agent, and Brad over there, so she decided to try and head to the bar instead. When she got there, she found a large man that looked rather familiar. Once she had sat down near him, she realized why. "It's that guy I ran into at the hospital. The porn 'stache is a dead giveaway." Though she still found him intimidating, she decided that talking to Pornstache would be better than just sitting at the bar like an idiot.
"Hey. Nice mustache."
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Post by George Woodman on Mar 14, 2011 18:29:21 GMT -8
George looked into the small opening of the beer bottle. Every so often, he try to glance back and see who was at the bar. Emily was there, along with Agent Morgan in perhaps the most ridiculous getup ever. "At this point, I'm not even surprised. If anything, I'm surprised he didn't show up wearing a playboy bunny outfit." he thought.
There was at least one man that seemed rather interesting though. At least George thought it was a man. With the amount of makeup and the way he wore his hair, he sure hid it well. Still, as long as he was content with looking bizarre, George would be able to tolerate him. After all, it wasn't the first guy he'd seen wear makeup...
As George remained immersed in his dark and bitter brew, a redhead wearing a sparkly dress joined the bar. Something seemed familiar about her, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Only when she spoke up did he figure it out. "Ahh, of course, she bumped into me at the hospital a couple nights ago." he thought.
However, her compliment threw George off. It seemed like something so random, to have someone compliment about your mustache. "Well, thank you, miss." he replied.
George managed to get a good look at her this time. Her red hair, combined with her small frame and dress, made her look quite sexy. "Hmm, definitely worth investigating further. She could be...useful..."
"I don't believe I recognize you. Are you new in town?" he asked.
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Post by Tamika Weir on Mar 14, 2011 19:29:50 GMT -8
"Yeah, I moved here a little over a month ago. I thought a small town would be more peaceful than a city. Shows how much I know." Tamika looked over at the large man. Besides his mustache, she could see a rather nasty looking scar on his cheek. "Daaamn. I'm lucky I don't have any scars like that. I wonder how he got it." The large man wore a stetson and boots, which made him look exactly like the image of a small town sheriff she would sometimes see on TV, whenever she bothered to watch TV. "Cute. I guess he cares as much about his image as he does about doing his job."
"Anyway, my name's Tamika. What's your's?"
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Post by Thomas MacLaine on Mar 17, 2011 23:30:27 GMT -8
When Thomas entered the Galaxy of Terror to take his shift at the bar, he was a bit surprised at how busy it was that night. So many people were around, many of them so well dressed; of course, it was a good thing to have so many patrons, he was just more accustomed to a quieter atmosphere. Hopefully it wouldn't get too rowdy...
As he assumed bar duty (in his uniform, since he never had time to change after leaving his day job), he glanced at George and the red headed woman he was speaking with. He couldn't deny the bit of jealousy he felt, but he contained it with a friendly smile and nod of acknowledgement.
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