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Jul 26, 2016 22:30:28 GMT
Post by Evelyn Inoue on Jul 26, 2016 22:30:28 GMT
She had a rough week. Between new job hires, managing employees, adjusting schedules to fit properly, and doing her best to properly consult the super humans in her care, Evelyn was stressed and new she needed a break. Trips to the gym not being enough, she decided to pester her favorite doctor at the initiative until he replied to her messages and agreed to meet with her after work for a drink. She could have gone alone, sure, but for once she didn't want to be by herself. She didn't even bother heading home to change first before heading off to the bar in town. Though in this side of town it didn't really make her stand out all that much. There were always office workers, business men at the bars in Innsmouth. It was simply more convenient to travel a few blocks away from work rather then driving all the way home to drink, especially when that meant keeping it all away from the wife and kids. Fortunately for Evelyn she had neither. She had already started on her first hard cider while she waited for Reuben to arrive. Sitting at a table off to the right, she grinned as she watched a group of men in their suites and loosened ties cheer after their teams had scored a touchdown in their football game projected on the tv screen that hung to the left just above the bar itself. She peeked at her phone afterwards, taking another sip of her drink while scrolling through emails and text messages. Still no sign of the Doctor, but considering he had kids, and his job was just as demanding, she wouldn't fault him for being late, or simply unable to come at all. Dr. Maddison
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Post by Dr. Maddison on Jul 28, 2016 3:53:35 GMT
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Five minutes after the time he said he’d be there, Reuben sent a text.
I’ll be there in 10. Waiting for an Uber. - Rube
Ten minutes passed. Twenty total minutes later, he sent another.
They drove around the block thrice and missed me every time. I will be there in 5. - Rube
Two minutes passed.
Start drinking for me. - Rube
The last text he sent consisted of two beer mugs, a martini glass, and a party popper emoji. Evelyn would receive it about a minute before the good doctor rolled into the bar. He looked as scruffy as ever, curly hair growing in volume rather than vertically, giving him a fitting jewfro rather than an awkward Weird Al hairdo. At least he had the time to change before their meeting, shucking off the doctor’s coat and instead wearing a classy 80s rock band T-shirt and jeans.
Once he caught sight of the brunette, he rolled through the crowd, effortlessly navigating the throng of people. He came to a stop by holding his arms out before he hit the table.
”Have you ever seen a mutant with elemental control have a seizure?” he demanded, ”I had to change halfway through the day because my coat and shirt were burnt.” Reuben leaned forward, elbows on the tabletop, and held his head in his hands. Now that he mentioned it, there was a nice little patch of hair missing on his right arm. ”I told them that combination of drugs was extremely dangerous for somebody with an unusual physiology, but, nooo, I’m just the director, I haven’t been to med school in years, what would I know?”
He followed up that bout of complaints by brushing the fro out of his eyes and leaning back in his chair to regard the fellow doctor. ”How was your day?” Reuben asked with as much false cheeriness as he could muster, ”Looks like it was busy, if you’ve still got that thing on.”
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Post by Evelyn Inoue on Jul 28, 2016 6:45:57 GMT
She glanced at the texts as they arrived. It was amusing to her that he was having such a rough time getting to the bar, partly also because it eluded in the tone of his messages that he had just as long of a day as she had. For that reason she let him off, replying with simple responses like 'don't worry about it' 'take your time', but clearly said with bemused sarcasm. Luckily for him she'd already started before he could offer, and by the time he arrived the buzz had already began to settle in. Auburn hues lifted to meet the figure of the man in question, in his casuals nonetheless. Evelyn smiled, smirking to herself as he approached the corner in which she'd sat. It was so easy to spot him in the crowd, his curly hair a mess, his clothes too lax for this part of town, even at the bar. Smiling, she leaned forward as he seated himself, resting her chin in her palm, lightly holding her glass in the other. "I can't say that I have." Evelyn admitted, his work not apart of her field, at least not her job. She could sympathize though. "Sounds fascinating, aside from the burns that is." Giggling at the thought of him running around the med bay on fire, she leaned back in her chair and brought her glass to her lips to take a small sip as he went on and she listened. At the mention of her clothes however, she tilted her head and looked down at herself. "These 'things' cost a lot of money, I'll have you know." And she didn't even mind them really. Evelyn liked looking nice, dressing well. It made seeing Reuben dressed in his casuals stranger to her, not that it was a first. "It was a little busy, but nothing more than the usual. A few supers, a couple 'not so heroes'," Vigilante's really, but she really disliked the word, it was just so judgmental. "And an alien. STILL trying to find a new assistant, or at least one that's capable anyway." She sighed, genuinely flustered over that fact. "You're day seemed much more fun. Would you ever consider a trade?" Evelyn then gave him the sweetest smile, of course not meaning a word of it, but that was obvious. Dr. Maddison
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Post by Dr. Maddison on Aug 7, 2016 3:51:39 GMT
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Of course she couldn’t have, but that was a rhetorical question meant to lead in so he could complain about his day, so she played right into his trap by providing a segue into his groaning. He knew how this song and dance went. Meet up for a few drinks, decompress, complain, go home feeling a little better. So far, so good.
”Yeah, fascinating’s one way to put it,” the doctor mumbled. He leaned over the side of his wheelchair to engage the manual locks on the wheels. No sliding away from the table tonight til his drinks were gone. At her giggling, he scoffed mockingly. ”Yeah, I know, me on fire is hilarious, but it’s kinda hard to stop, drop, and roll in my condition.” He glanced around to find a waitress and wave them over. ”Let me tell you, getting up after that’s a bitch.”
”Sure, sure, tons of cash.” He tried not to ignore Evelyn, really, but telling the waitress he needed a rum and coke was a little more important than her designer clothes. Once the waitress nodded and left, Reuben returned his full attention to the therapist. ”Not so heroes? You mean the crazy illegal guys?” He wasn’t as afraid of being judgemental. He even grinned at the alien client. ”Well, if I find somebody who specializes in alien psychiatry, or even psychiatry in general, I’ll send them your way.”
His drink came fairly quickly. He nodded his thanks to the kind waitress, and lifted it to his lips as he considered the question. A trade? The doctor hummed in genuine thought. ”I honestly wouldn’t mind it--” he took a drink and didn’t even wince at the burn ”--but something tells me your clients wouldn’t appreciate my brand of therapy. Buckle up and get over it, it’s all in your head.”
A few moments passed, and the shit-eating grin emerged. ”Perfect thing to say to anybody with depression. Give me my credentials right now, I’ll be your assistant. No, I could never do your work. Too many feelings and heart-to-hearts for me. You, though, would love the excitement that goes with my job.” He picked the glass back up, and sighed dreamily. ”And the muscles. Ah, so many nice muscles.”
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