emilijairbs:

“I tend to not listen to what ‘they’ have to say” Em commented with a chuckle.  “Who are they anyway? And why do they get to choose everything that’s cool?”  She let out a breath before she continued.  “I think..mysterious people are fun sometimes, but in this day and age?  The easiest way to trust someone is to know them more and more.  So I much prefer this set up” she said, nodding with a smile.  Her eyebrows raised at the mention of their previous deal.  “I’m sure those can still be arranged, especially if you keep complimenting my stellar looks, though isn’t this more fun?  Way less work on my part and so much more free!” she said with a twirl.  She giggled, covering her mouth with her free hand.  “Listen, dude, I’m from a smaller town than Town, okay?  All I had to go off of were movies!  You can’t blame me.”  She smiled, looking Maggie’s clothes up and down.  “See, I don’t get the homeless vibe when I look at you.  It’s more…comfy casual, and you totally rock it.”

“Because ‘they’ know a whole lot. And ‘they’ also tend to be right a lot of times. And mystery is normally really appealing. Just from personal experience.” she shook her head slightly. “Well maybe I just wanna get you alone.” she teased. “But really. You look great. If it’s dancing that’s keeping you like that I want in.” she giggled a bit, taking a swig of her drink. “Okay I get that. And it is true, all high school artsy types normally do go through a goth or scene slash emo thing. But now we’re all hipster hobos. And you don’t get that vibe because every time you see me I’m in a super sexy cute outfit that is slightly uncomfortable.” 

lostlucylocke:

“Thank you… I appreciate that” she nodded, offering Maggie a small smile. “I’d much rather hang out with you than my family anyway” she offered, slipping back into her usual complimentary self for just a moment. “I don’t know if I’m feeling all that talkative today but if you have any stories to tell me, I’ll gladly listen.” Following Maggie inside the store, Lucy sat down on the stool that was pulled up for her, glancing around the room before her eyes eventually found the book. Opening it, she flicked through the pages. “I never really thanked you for suggesting it to me in the first place, actually. Colouring I mean. You were right, it is very relaxing.”

“I mean it. I’m here whenever you need.” she smiled back. “And don’t worry about it. I can ramble on if you want. I have weird stories. But I get if you don’t want to hear them.” she said, leaving for a moment to set up some of the things on a note her boss left for her. “Oh don’t worry about it. I’ve definitely gone through a bunch of stress recently and it just... calmed me down. Which was good, because even though I do art, it’s the lack of thought. Just pick a color and fill the space. It’s simple.” she shrugged a bit.

emilijairbs:

Em nodded, her mouth pressed shut in a smile. “You’re super easy to read, but it’s fun!  It makes things way easier.”  She couldn’t help but laugh, doing a little twirl  at Maggie’s words.  “That’s a bad thing? Why didn’t we think of this solution in the first place?  I’m out dancing all the time!  A much better solution than you having to sit through 7 year olds ‘jumping over cones’.”  She shrugged with a laugh, putting her hands up in defense.  “You’re the first real artsy girl I’ve met, Maggie, you can’t blame me for thinking all those stereotypes I saw in 90s movies are true.  Though I should have known when you didn’t show up in crazy dark lipstick and quoting Shakespeare.  No judgement if you had one of those phases though.”

Maggie shook her head a bit. “Please tell me that easy reading and fun is good. You know they say that mystery is good and I clearly don’t have any of that.” she tilted her head a giggled. “Because I wanted private dance lessons. Though this is a lot of fun and you’re really hot so I’m down for doing this more.” she pointed out doing a little dance of her own. “Wait really? We’re not all goth chicks.” she teased a bit. “Though most of us have a phase. I did have one, but I go for the more homeless vibe now. It also doesn’t help that my clothes have tons of holes and are covered in paint... for the most part.” she joked.

freddyclarke:

“Your lack of faith in me is frankly offensive” he pouted, though he knew the idea of her trusting him to do that when they’d only just met was pretty ridiculous. Raising an eyebrow, he was quickly smirking at her. “Is this just your way of trying to get me into your apartment? You don’t even know my name” he pointed out, gasping with false shock. “Whatever, put me in whatever you want. You’ll be the one feeling foolish when I still look like a greek god.” Childishly, he stuck his tongue out at her. “I actually own a bowling shirt. Just on the off chance that I might want to go bowling and look the part.” Freddy smiled happily at the compliment, he never really grew tired of hearing them. “I can’t help it, I’m feeling strangely competitive with this guy who’s supposedly more interesting than me. Of course. What’s the point in talking to people if you’re not trying to impress them?” he suggested, turning away from her for a second to get the attention of the bartender. “What are you drinking, Maggie?”

She looked him up and down. “Only if you let me dye your beard.” she said, a grin slowly creeping across her lips, that she tried to hide by biting her lip. “Oh. No way. This is me trying to capitalize on your childhood memories to sell you and your fancy self some art.” she teased. “If I was trying to do that, dear sir, I’d be classy and try to go back to your place.” she teased. “Though what is your name?” A giggle slipped past her lips when she saw him stick out his tongue, sticking hers out right back at him. “I’m gonna dress you up like Aladdin. And then I’m going to take you bowling in your bowling shirt. I want to see how much of an old man you look like. Though since you’re so competitive that might not be a good idea. If you’re competing with an person you’ve never even met, it makes me wonder how much worse it’ll be when you actually do know them.” she shook her head. “There’s a lot of reasons to talk to people other than impressing them. It just depends on your intentions. And I’ll have a double of Jamison on the rocks.”

lostlucylocke:

“I know you are, sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it, just… feeling exceptionally lonely today I guess. Family stuff is weird for me. Just ignore me, please” she insisted, waving her hand quickly. “Okay. Well if you’re sure then I think that would be nice. I could use a good distraction” she decided, nodding slowly. Thinking over the decision for a little longer than necessary, she eventually smiled. “Forest animals.. unless you wanted that one. I’ll have your least favourite, that seems the most fair way.”

“Well... You have me you can hang out with me as long as you want. And I know family is a mess. Even good families have their problems.” she said shaking her head a little. “Totally. And it’ll give me someone to talk to which is always nice.” she said walking up to the door of the store and walking in. She moved to put on her name tag and pulled up a second stool behind the counter, pulling the forest animal book and the garden book out of her back as well as a huge set of colored pencils for them to share. “Oh don’t worry about it. I kinda like the idea of other people coloring it. It makes it more for fun than just for me.” she shrugged.

profsethelkins:

“I have always been better with other people’s words rather than my own,” he agreed, seeming to take to the idea at least a little more. “There are already enough tears in high school that they don’t need the teachers adding to them. Believe me. Oh, I don’t doubt that. I cry a lot. Just generally not in front of people.” Laughing, he nodded his head. “That’s probably a good strategy. Sadly it doesn’t work quite as well for me. I end up doing the drink buying rather than the other way around. Home booze is almost always the way to go.”

“Yeah. And you’re kinda over dramatic and a very romantic. Seriously you’d be good at it.” She burst into laughter. “Oh my god that is so true holy shit. So many tears in high school. Why would you put yourself back in that environment? One day I’m gonna walk in on you crying and despite coming to you to make you feel better I’m gonna also feel better about crying in public in front of you.” she shook her head a little. “Well then. Do you wanna keep dancing or do you wanna get home booze? This outfit makes me look hot but it’s really uncomfortable.”

freddyclarke:

“You should let me do it, I’m positive I’d be a great hairdresser. What could possibly go wrong?” Considering he’d never even styled anyone’s hair let alone dyed it, a lot. “Do you sell your work? Is that how you make a living?” he asked, intrigued to know more. “That is so rude. It’s not my opinion that everything looks good on me, it’s just a fact. Even if certain colours make my eyes pop more than others” he said, dramatically fluttering his eyes at her. “I make even the worst of fashions look great.” The idea that he looked good in everything was something his stylist used to reiterate to him… then again, he was paying her a ridiculously high fee and clearly just telling him what he wanted to hear. “What? This other guy a great dancer is he? I can assure you I’m better…. what is your name, actually?”

Maggie let out a scoff. “As much as letting a total stranger who has just made it clear he is actually not a hair dresser dye my hair is something I’d probably do, since it’s stupid and crazy and that is what I’m known for in my decision making process, I kinda want to keep my hair on my head.” she teased a little. “I do. If you want you can always come over and check some of it out.” she nodded. There was never a bad time to promote her art, and who knows maybe if he thinks she’s cute enough he’ll be a patron. The next thought to cross her head was if she slept with a patron would it be prostitution, but she shook that one away quick enough. “Oh. That’s so a challenge. I am gonna take you shopping and put you in parachute pants, a bowling shirt and pointy alligator shoes.” she teased a bit. “You may be cute, but that doesn’t mean you can pull of clothing that needs to be burned.” Maggie tilted her head a little. “You make so many statements that make you have to prove yourself. Are you just trying to impress me?” she laughed a little, leaning into him. “I’m Maggie.”

emilijairbs:

She smiled, taking a sip of her drink.  “I may have sucked at school, but I’m a quick study.” she said, dancing a bit as a new song came on.  If she were being honest, it was kind of relieving to see a familiar face at the bar with her.  She hummed in approval, taking another sip.  “Didn’t know artsy chicks liked to go out dancing” she commented, a joking tone to her voice.  “Have you ever been here before?  The music’s amazing!”

Maggie laughed a little. “Am I really that easy to read? I mean it might just be that you’re hot and cute and dancing around. This is why I shouldn’t come to your dance show. I’ll just wanna dance with you.” she teased. She took a sip of her own drink before shaking her head. “You act like we’re hermits. Artsy chicks need to let loose too. I’ve been here a couple times when I just wanna dance and go crazy.”

profsethelkins:

“Acting? I’m not sure that’s for me, then again I haven’t tried ever so maybe I’ll give it a shot one time.” He shrugged, considering it but not sure he’d actually take up the idea. “They tend to frown on sobbing I’m sorry to say. It’s why I keep mine to when I’m at home.” He chuckled. “I’ll do my best, but you might have to be the one to cut me off. I’ll do my best to hold back. Cheaper drinks are probably a good idea though, my wallet isn’t happy with how much time I spend in bars.”

“It’s reciting with feeling. You can have a one man show.” sh teased him. “Well I do that sober so there’s just one more reason I should never teach. Some day you will sob in front of me and I will feel like less of a crazy emotional mess.” Maggie giggled. “I will cut you off. I am totally broke so I normally depend on guys thinking I’m hot and pity drinks when I’m alone. So this is a rare occasion. Home booze is so much cheaper.”

lostlucylocke:

“At least they try” Lucy mumbled, unintentionally sounding incredibly bitter. “I mean, it’s nice that they try and consider your interests when buying gifts for you. And at least you’ll never run out” she nodded, offering Maggie a faint smile. “No one comes in? Do you not get bored sitting there on your own all day?” she asked, looking a little saddened by the thought - it didn’t really occur to Lucy that not everyone craved constant interaction. “Animals, definitely.”

“I know.” she sighed a little. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m totally grateful and stuff, I just.... it’s a lot of art supplies.” she laughed, shaking her head, feeling a little guilty that she sounded so ungrateful. “Oh I mean people sometimes do. Mainly the art students from the college that I know, and people who think it’s like a Michaels. Not really a concern of mine. And you’re not gonna distract me really. We’re just coloring.” she shrugged a bit. “Okay. Birds, cats, dogs, or just general forest animals.”

freddyclarke:

“Lilac? Bold choice, I like it” he nodded, he didn’t know much about hair but he was happy to compliment her choices anyway. “Oh, cool! My mom used to paint, actually, whenever she had a bit of free time. Oh, you are? Does that mean you’re going to come on shopping trips with me and tell me what looks good and what doesn’t? ‘Cause, spoiler alert, I look great in everything” he assured her with a laugh. “I’m don’t usually make promises… mostly because I know how terrible I am at keeping them but I guess I can make an exception just this once. After you” he said, using a hand to point out a path through the small crowd of people towards the bar. 

“Yeah. It’s a choice. I’ve yet to try it. Who knows.” she shrugged a bit.  “Oh really? Smart. Not doing it professionally. That’s where my problem lies.” she laughed a bit. “Oh. Trust me. As much as you think that I doubt everything looks good. Some things need to just be burned.” she laughed. “And somethings you need to just style correctly. Clearly you don’t know your colors well enough to know what works with your skin tone best.” she teased. Maggie started to walk towards the bar, glad to have someone buying her her next drink. “It’s the easiest promise to keep. And if you don’t want to dance, you’re already going back on being more interesting than the person I thought you were in the first place.”

profsethelkins:

“Because I’m lousy at it. Trust me. It’s possible that I… borrowed some of that from my pal Will Shakespeare. Don’t give me too much credit,” he said with a self-depreciating laugh, quickly shaking his head. “I would say so, though it probably depends on what kind of drunk your teacher is. I’m not sure anyone wants to listen to their teacher crying and complaining about their relationship problems for an hour. School is just lame in general… some alcohol would do wonders for everyone involved I think,” he joked, chuckling. “I’ve always been an all or nothing kind of guy. Might not always be for the best. Please do. I’d love that.”

“Why don’t you try acting?” she said with a smile. “I mean you’re already pretty convincing with it. Maybe you could act in some community Shakespeare theater. Then you get to borrow his words but use your own spin on it.” Maggie shook her head at  his comment. “That would be me if I was a teacher. In all honesty I’d be a sobbing mess all the time.” she laughed. “Well you’re gonna be a part of the way guy when it comes to drinking with me. Maybe you get a half of a bottle of wine. Or two thirds. Depends on how much we drink here. But it is always cheaper to do it at home.” she said with a smile. “Okay. It’s planned.”

profsethelkins:

“Did I say I was trying? I think when it’s right the person will find you, not the other way around. I think love finds us, we don’t find love.” He shook his head though chuckling. “I’m sure she’ll be fine. The path of true love never did run smooth after all. You have to wade through a lot of people before Mr. or Ms Right appear.” Seth chuckled. “A drunk teacher is one who starts up long and off-topic conversations with the students. And for once has a very good time teaching.” Seth shrugged with another laugh. “That’s true, but I also don’t want to get too close to that. But I wouldn’t say no to sharing. Alright then, we should. I’m free any time for either.”

“So you gave up poetry why? Just write down all the things you say, it’s pretty much the same.” she said before making a face to mock him. “Love finds us. The path of true love never did run smooth.” she teased. “So pretty much it’s better to have a drunk teacher than a regular teacher. That explains why school was so lame. None of the teachers were drunk.” she giggled a bit. “Yeah. I would hope you have some type of understanding of when to stop.” she pointed out. “I’ll give you a call then. We’ll go dancing.” he said with a small grin.

lostlucylocke:

“Really? That’s a lot of colouring books” she nodded, managing a small smile. “You could open your own store with that many.” Starting to walk forward as Maggie went on, Lucy turned to her with a worried expression. “Are you sure you’re not going to get in trouble having me there with you while you’re supposed to be working?” 

“Yeah. My family still doesn’t understand that liking to paint doesn’t mean my only interest is in art supplies.” she laughed a little. “Oh no. My boss doesn’t care. And no one actually comes in, so as long as I actually talk to the person who comes inside I’m good.” she shrugged a little. “So. What’cha thinking? Animals, flowers, or ocean? I got it all.” she said with a smile.

freddyclarke:

“Thank you, I appreciate your honesty. Your hair is cute too, for the record” he added with a smile though he was quickly laughing as she went on. “Those are some very specific colour choices. You some kind of fashion expert? I promise I’ll take your advice and look out for those colours next time I go shirt shopping. - Let me repay you with a drink instead. I haven’t had nearly enough yet to join you on the dance floor.”

“Thank you. I’m thinking of dying the ends lilac.” she giggled a bit. “I’m a painter. But I know from experience your skin tone looks really good with those tones.” she tilted he head a bit. “If you ever need a personal stylist I am totally your girl.” Maggie pouted a little. “I’ll only except a drink if you promise you’ll dance with me after.”

lostlucylocke:

“It’s not your fault, I’m just a little jumpy today in general” she explained quietly, looking up at Maggie with a gentle smile as she went on. “I’ll buy you a new book to make up for the pages I use” she offered, though there was a flash of worry in her eyes as she realised she might not have any money for a while. “What? No! No. I can’t… I don’t need to get anything. It’s fine. Thank you but… I’m fine.”

“Oh okay. Well we should totally get some calming going on.” she grinned. “Hey. Don’t worry about it. I have like... fifty different books. It’s all I got for Christmas this year. I’m never going to finish them all.” she laughed a bit. With the reaction to her words she held out her hand. “Okay. Alright. That’s fine. Let’s go color for a bit.” she said smiling. 

profsethelkins:

“Sometimes. I don’t know if it’s every time but at least it beats going out with the actual teachers so I don’t mind. If she is trying that’s a bit sad for her. I’m not sure how I feel about dating in general right now. I’m sure it will be fine. She’s usually found a new guy before too long,” he said with a laugh. “No, no that’s hungover teaching. Whole different kettle of fish that,” he joked, shaking his head. “Preparation was never my strong suit. I’m more of a work with what I’ve got guy. I’d buy ten bottles and before I knew it they’d all be gone anyway. It’s better for my wallet this way.” He laughed. “Yes? Why not? Maybe not tonight, depends how drunk I get and how my coordination is but otherwise I don’t see why not. Neither of those sound like bad options though.”

“Okay Mr. Romantic. What happened to trying to find the one? Well I hope she finds a good guy. It’s terrible to be stuck in that cycle.” she said shaking her head a bit. “Ohhh. I see. So what is a drunk teacher?” she laughed. “Well I am always prepared, and there is only so much wine you can drink before you die, so that’s normally an end to it all, and there is always leftover if you store enough and reI’m totally willing to share.” she laughed. “Well I look forward to it. Both sound really so we should do it.”