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- Posted: Wed, 18 Jun 2014 00:50:30 +0000
Grey watched as the two girls sat down at the table. Olivia seemed to be slightly perturbed about something, but El seemed to be a bit more open. The host of Thor leaned against the back of the seat, shaking his coke to stir up the ice in the frosty glass. As he took another sip, he noticed that both of the girls had ordered more "traditional" morning beverages. His face fell slightly, but he recovered quickly, and his easy smile was back on his face. He set his drink back on the table, and leaned back, the front legs of his chair leaving the ground for a moment. El looked like she wanted to say something, and Grey was just about to go ahead and break the ice when she beat him to it. The host of the Norse god blinked slowly as Olivia cut him off with her recount of her morning, and then dropped a passive remark about his brother getting beat up. He stared down at her dead-eyed smiling face for a full two seconds before giving in and turning away. If she was hosting who she said she was, then he didn't particularly want to mess with her.
He gave El a grin, and began to speak. "Ah, it was alright, I guess. It was kind of a hassle getting out of the house, but..." He trailed off, and took another sip of his coke. El seemed to be the token 'heart' of the group, as it were. Grey himself had never been particularly good with talking out his thoughts, and Olivia was... Lucifer. Just as the conversation was beginning to die off again, Conrad entered the coffee shop, and Grey gave a big grin and jutted out his chin. "Hey man!" The comment was made a bit too casual, as if they were already in an intense friendship or something. Then again, the two Caldwell brothers were kind of (in)famous for being the "everyone's friend" stereotype. He leaned back in his seat, nearly slumping. He didn't even think about checking to see if Conrad had gotten a morning beverage or not, just about what they would be talking about. The other guy slid into the spot in between Olivia and himself.
Grey was just about to begin talking when he noticed Olivia awkwardly shifting to look at the lady at the counter. He blinked, slightly surprised, and vaguely wondered why she was so interested in the woman all of a sudden. Was she holding some sort of stupid grudge over how slow she had been with her coffee? To his mild horror, as soon as the woman went back into the break room (or whatever it was), Olivia pulled out a lighter and a cigarette, and lit it up. He instantly winced, and tried to discreetly turn his face away from the smoke to catch a breath of fresh air. Air and wind wasn't really his 'thing' per se (that was thunder) but flying was, and he was always uncomfortable about areas where the air was heavily polluted. He didn't particularly enjoy flying through a cloud of smog, or in this case, nicotine, carbon monoxide, and tar. Living in the city probably wasn't the best idea then, but what could he do? His brother was already moving out, and his mom would have a mental breakdown if both of her 'baby boys' left her within the same half-year. He tried not to show his discomfort with the cigarette, but he had a feeling it was pretty obvious. He cleared his throat, and took another not so discreet breath of fresh air from the side of his mouth. If looks could kill, the glare he was sending Olivia would have done her in.
After having recovered slightly from the shock of the now not-so-fresh-air, Grey turned back to the table, focusing on maintaining his easy smile. "So, uh, do any of us actually have a solid job?" He wasn't really expecting anyone to raise their hand (they were all in their twenties, and they all lived in the Malibu area, so there was a damn good chance they were all just piggy-backing on their parents funds at the moment.) He himself didn't. He took odd jobs occasionally, did a bit of volunteer work here and there, but for the most part that was it. He was mainly focused on getting his degree in Sociology, and then he could get a job. Olivia might say something, but that depended on whether she considered her DJing to be a solid job, or an off-and-on thing.
He gave El a grin, and began to speak. "Ah, it was alright, I guess. It was kind of a hassle getting out of the house, but..." He trailed off, and took another sip of his coke. El seemed to be the token 'heart' of the group, as it were. Grey himself had never been particularly good with talking out his thoughts, and Olivia was... Lucifer. Just as the conversation was beginning to die off again, Conrad entered the coffee shop, and Grey gave a big grin and jutted out his chin. "Hey man!" The comment was made a bit too casual, as if they were already in an intense friendship or something. Then again, the two Caldwell brothers were kind of (in)famous for being the "everyone's friend" stereotype. He leaned back in his seat, nearly slumping. He didn't even think about checking to see if Conrad had gotten a morning beverage or not, just about what they would be talking about. The other guy slid into the spot in between Olivia and himself.
Grey was just about to begin talking when he noticed Olivia awkwardly shifting to look at the lady at the counter. He blinked, slightly surprised, and vaguely wondered why she was so interested in the woman all of a sudden. Was she holding some sort of stupid grudge over how slow she had been with her coffee? To his mild horror, as soon as the woman went back into the break room (or whatever it was), Olivia pulled out a lighter and a cigarette, and lit it up. He instantly winced, and tried to discreetly turn his face away from the smoke to catch a breath of fresh air. Air and wind wasn't really his 'thing' per se (that was thunder) but flying was, and he was always uncomfortable about areas where the air was heavily polluted. He didn't particularly enjoy flying through a cloud of smog, or in this case, nicotine, carbon monoxide, and tar. Living in the city probably wasn't the best idea then, but what could he do? His brother was already moving out, and his mom would have a mental breakdown if both of her 'baby boys' left her within the same half-year. He tried not to show his discomfort with the cigarette, but he had a feeling it was pretty obvious. He cleared his throat, and took another not so discreet breath of fresh air from the side of his mouth. If looks could kill, the glare he was sending Olivia would have done her in.
After having recovered slightly from the shock of the now not-so-fresh-air, Grey turned back to the table, focusing on maintaining his easy smile. "So, uh, do any of us actually have a solid job?" He wasn't really expecting anyone to raise their hand (they were all in their twenties, and they all lived in the Malibu area, so there was a damn good chance they were all just piggy-backing on their parents funds at the moment.) He himself didn't. He took odd jobs occasionally, did a bit of volunteer work here and there, but for the most part that was it. He was mainly focused on getting his degree in Sociology, and then he could get a job. Olivia might say something, but that depended on whether she considered her DJing to be a solid job, or an off-and-on thing.