I send my best regards from hell
Hey there - the name's Clara, Clara Deavoux. I'm a dancer at the Peabody.
“You? Fat?” Gordon snorted, trailing after her and leaning against the doorway. He gave a small mischievous grin. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with havin’ a little more meat on your bones.” He shrugged, watching her move around the kitchen.
“Ah, you know, just that massive shnoz of yours.” He retorted with a grin, moving and taking the bottle of wine from her.
“Yeah, that was fun helping you clean up.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows before he took the corker from a drawer and popped open the bottle, handing it back to her. “Here ya go.” He nodded towards the already set table and turned, pulling the lemon chicken and artichoke hearts from the oven.
Five minutes later, they sat across from each other, eating and chatting away, all the while the box burning a hole in Gordon’s pocket.
“You happy, Clare Bear?” He asked suddenly, “I mean, ya know…With me? Dating an old cop hasn’t made you terribly miserable?” He asked with a play grin before popping a piece of chicken into his mouth.
Clara rolled her eyes at his antics, despite his frequently teasing nature she knew he was kidding. When he opened the bottle and made an offhand comment about the disaster she created as well as the more entertaining part of that evening she smirked. But said nothing, finishing setting the table by pouring two glasses of wine.
She sat at the table, smiling at the little display he had going for the evening, usually the two of them kept things rather informal when it came to dinners together. Surprises like this were welcomed, and unintentionally made her smile. They sat and ate, going back and forth about the events of the day.
The rather sudden question threw the Ragdoll for a loop, where the question came from? She had no idea. Tilting her head, Clara took a breath as she considered the question for a moment. “….Of course I am, Gordon. I mean I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t make me happy.” She said lightheartedly.
“Dating an old cop has made me very, very happy.” She said with a small smile, “Why do you ask? Are you having second thoughts about a young Ragdoll? Am I getting too rambunctious for you?” She teased, taking a sip of her wine as she leaned forward onto the table, interested in his reply.
Lillian looked up from her mug when she heard the all too familiar voice. “Clara, its been too long. Sit, sit!” She smiled, excited to have some company before trudging back to work.
“What have you been up to lately? I haven’t seen in you around in ages.” She pushed the large croissant she’d been picking at toward the middle of the table.
Clara sat happily, smiling at the woman. “You’re right, it’s been too long.” She admitted, shaking her head before setting the book she had been skimming back on the table.
She sighed, nodding her head back and forth in thought, “Nothing really. I’ve been working much more lately, actually. Isla and I have recently made amends, which is really great. What about you? Things going alright at the Police Department?”
We’re quite alike if you haven’t heard what the papers say.
*she took Clara’s hand in her own and gave it a light squeeze*
How bout we put this bar tender to use?
The papers haven’t said much of anything worth paying attention to lately though. Well in regards to us anyway.
::Smiles and nods::
I think that’d be lovely.
::Gestures for two more whiskeys::