Post by TA Paisley Gregg on Jul 6, 2013 17:24:32 GMT -5
wretched, look at me, i've lost it/melting on the table, in parking lots and markets.--------------------------------------------------------------------------
Paisley sat at the table in the patio of the large, bustling Jewish deli in her neighborhood. Clark was here-he seemed to have made it his mission to "babysit" her, like she had him, while she picked up the pieces following Sandra's extended sabbatical and subsequent disappearance. Sandy had needed to work things out in her personal life, and Paisley needed to recover from a year of bad luck. The strange Fed sat across from her, holding James close to him, and bouncing the little dude on his knee occassionally.
She had ordered a turkey on dark Rye, with plenty of mustard, and a diet Coke. She watched Clark, and smiled. He had, surprisingly, taken to fatherhood pretty well, and pretty fast. She suspected that deep down, if Clark were honest with himself, he was softer than he put out to the world.
The trio ate and chatted-well, the adults chatted-and Paisley took a turn holding Clarklet. Paisley had generally anti-children, for herself, personally. She disliked them, in general, and felt uncomfortable around them. But as her collegeaues became parents, she was slowly adjusting. She took a big bite of Turkey and swiss, then nodded at something Clark said. After a swallow, she replied.
Yup... Her gaze was caught by a familiar sight, though, and she almost dropped Clarklet as she stared. Approaching her was an old friend-Mark, her former boyfriend. She regained her composure, and turned back to Clark.
Remember how I told you about Mark, my first-and last-boyfriend?! He just moved to DC, and apparently, we have the same taste in deli's. She nodded once to indicate his approach, and smiled.
words ?? | tagged; Clark,Mark, open | Outfit
