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20 questions for writers
under the cut. Thanks to @everybodyknows-everybodydies for tagging🖤
Tagging back: @nuwanders @jiubilant @ervona @ehlnofay @druidx @blossom-adventures @sylvienerevarine @throughtrialbyfire @da3drat no pressure
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
Five
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
198327
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Just elder scrolls. I have a feeling that's gonna be it for me. I've been tempted to write stardew valley fic lately which would perhaps be classed as "crack" (I know what that is in theory but the way people use it makes no sense to me) but I took a cursory look at the tag and I don't think the stardew valley fandom is ready for a ray fic lmao
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
Well. I have five.
5. Do you respond to comments?
I try 🫠 it haunts me how often I've left my beloved mutuals on read..... but if that's u and I did, I am telepathically beaming this: !!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Making out sloppy style etc etc
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
lol. lmao even
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
.....within AO3 I guess it's "Morning" but also that's set at a refugee camp? I will say the skyrim story will have a more peaceful ending but up until now fic writing has been an outlet for my thwarted rage and covid brain damage soooo
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I mean this is generally a culture of positive feedback. Someone did yell at me once for hitting martin septim with the transgender beam which is a level of no-life-havin loserdom which could be classed as "hate" but came off as pure cope and seethe
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I really bristle at the word smut sorry its too cutesy. I was a prodomme for seven years I don't do euphemisms lol. I wrote a sex scene into IITT to see how I felt about writing sex scenes. I learned that I am only interested in writing them if they serve specific functions. I have absolutely zero judgment toward anyone who wants to write about fuckin and suckin, that's just not why I'm here
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
No but recently my household watched game of thrones together and my bf and his brother were cracking jokes like what if one of these medieval characters had a gundam. Neither of them read fic so I was like don't be too entertained by yourselves. I bet that has been written. looked it up on ao3 and sure as shit
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I'm not gonna lie I did find a fic where someone very obviously ripped me off but I don't wanna call them out. One specific instance where they bit my style was so clumsily applied as to be obvious, but their prose in general was fantastic so like. who care.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Not as far as I know but that would make me holler
13. Have you ever co-written a fic?
Nope. I'm not opposed to the idea but it's hard to imagine how I'd do this given my process. I think I'd be pretty difficult to work with
14. What's your all-time favorite ship?
?!? I dunno I don't have one. I put a lot of effort into writing martinhok but I could not say that one, due to how overwhelmingly heterosexual the tag is. I'm sorry but can everyone who's not a faggot please pipe down
15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I have my moments with the skyrim wip. I've signed myself up for something pretty complicated and challenging but I also learned that I can finish things so I'm not really worried about it. The fact of the matter is: I do not care if this is good. It matters that it is done so I can move on with my life. If parts of it are boring and overlong that's yalls problem
16. What are your writing strengths?
I get a lot of compliments on my worldbuilding. I do think a lot about the minutiae of material culture and think I have a talent for incorporating detail in engaging ways
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
I'm a cornball. This is a corny activity. I don't really care because I'm doing it for free. Enjoy the unsolicited view into an internet stranger's terrible psyche
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I try to apply with a light hand. I'm a dumbass sheltered American and I can mostly make myself understood in a Spanish-speaking country but that's about it. I like playing around with language and the idea of multilingual societies matters to me so I include it, but I'm not a linguist so I try to work within my limits. Whether I am successful at this is up to others.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Elder scrolls. Never felt compelled until i spent a winter playing oblivion and went wow this game has an incredibly bleak narrative behind a silly aesthetic. Oops now I'm in a lore pit
20. Favorite fic you've written?
The Nature of Fire is my best prose hands down. I'm gonna be real with y'all I am desperate for people to read it. It is genuinely the best I can do at this point and if you like what I've done so far, well, whatever u read sucks compared to this fic.
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Prompt: A serial killer is after Andy! When Chucky finds out he goes and rescues him just in the nick of time( cause no one is gonna kill Andy but him) much to Andy’s confusion
Woof sorry this is so so late.
When Andy doesn’t pick up the phone, he’s not immediately worried. Andy is not the most technologically conscientious, and neither is he. It’s one of the many small things that had made him connect with Andy, whether they’d liked it or not. Most days, he’s starting to like it. He’s not sure what to do about this.
He doesn’t bother calling again, assuming. Andy has been late before, when he’s taking stock. A part of him wants to go down and help, but a part of him is too lazy to leave off the couch, and besides, he likes to think he’s done enough work around the apartment to feel justified in only smoking and painting at a half assed work on a canvas at least twice his size. Besides, he isn’t all too ready to admit that he actually misses the guy.
He definitely doesn’t. At all.
When a couple of hours pass, he starts to worry, and he does not like this. There is no reason why he should be worried. Andy should be dead and he should not care. Hell, he should be the reason Andy is dead. That should have happened awhile ago. Their strange compromise of coexistence should not have erased his thirst to bring Andy to ruin, and yet, he’s continually put that doomsday off. It’s been nice, just lounging around and smoking and drinking with him, even falling into the same habit of binge watching bad cable on the weekends. It’s been nice to air-rift the same guitar solos on CDs that they both enjoy listening to.
They both pretend it doesn’t happen, and this is yet another thing that Chucky likes. Andy feels just as awkward about it as him, and they see each other eye to eye on this. They’re both on the same page. It brings a comfortableness that almost make him more uncomfortable. It’s all a paradox, when he thinks about it.
He knows something is off when it hits eleven, and Andy is not home. Andy is an extreme hermit of sorts; he doesn’t like to be out late. Even if he doesn’t actually sleep until three or four in the morning (don’t ask him how he knows this, he won’t tell you), Andy is always home before eleven. There is the rare exception when he goes to Kristen’s, but for a while now, he’s started to tell him this. Chucky doesn’t know when that’s started to happen, and he doesn’t know why. It’s one of the many things that make him feel a certain tugging in certain places he’d thought he’d closed off.
He calls again, and this time, when the phone doesn’t pick up, he starts to feel a suspicious panic. He has never been someone to not be dramatic, so of course he thinks of the worst.
He scrolls through the apartment phone’s call list until he finds Kristen’s, dialing it and ignoring the usual tension he gets from interacting with her.
“Hey!” comes her voice, sharp and energetic. “What’s up?”
“Is Andy with you?” he asks, even though he knows the answer. She is obviously assuming he is Andy, so Andy can’t be there.
“Oh,” she says, voice dropping to that defensive and hostile tone. “It’s you. What do you want?”
“Obviously I want to know where the little fucker is,” he replies, feeling brave simply because he’s on the other end of the line. There’s something about Kristen DeSilva, and he doesn’t know what it is, but he feels something ancient and dark in her. It’s always scared him, just a little, but he’ll never admit it. He finds it eerily similar to when he prays to Lwa. “But I’m guessing he’s not with you.”
“No,” she says, and his heart drops. Fuck. He doesn’t like this at all. He doesn’t like what this situation is forcing him to feel. “You didn’t check in the shop? You can’t be that lazy that you can’t walk down some steps to find the answer. Surely he’s still just working on something late.”
She pauses, and then continues, biting, “If I were him, I’d find any excuse to not be around you for as long as I could.”
He has to bite his tongue to not be crass. It’s a more difficult feat than you’d think, especially for his character. But she has a point, and he hangs up before she can say anything else to make him more irate. He should have just checked. Andy is probably down there now, and will wonder why he’s even looking for him, which is awkward and strange, but stranger still, he’d rather that terseness than the pit swallowing him whole right now.
He does not want to describe the way the pit grows when he comes down to find the shop open and empty. The door has not even been locked.
He tries to find some sort of clue as to why Andy would have left the shop like this. Andy is not irresponsible. He would not leave this way unless something had happened. He entertains the thought of something happening to his mother, and tries to calm himself down with this. Perhaps Karen Barclay fell ill, and Andy just left without thinking to tell anyone. But even then, at some point he would have to call someone to let them know. And honestly, Chucky is not sure that anything would make him not at least lock the front door.
There is no stock, no sign of inventory being updated. This is only all the more worrying. He calls again, this time from the store phone, and when he does, he hears the buzzing of a cellphone just underneath the store counter. His heart drops.
“No,” he says aloud, in disbelief. He’s in disbelief at the situation, and the panic and anger that starts to bubble up to his throat. It tastes like acid. But he opens the drawer, and sure enough, there is Andy’s phone, buzzing away at the call. There are several missed ones, two from Kristen, ten from him. Something about this embarrasses him.
He snatches the phone up from the drawer and slams it against the floor, watching it crack. It doesn’t bring Andy back, and he knew it wouldn’t, but something inside him hoped the destruction would bring him a little joy. It’s disappointing to find that it doesn’t.
“Andy, where the hell are you?” he shouts, to an empty store. There is no response, save for a loud and intruding beating in his throat.
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Well.... I’m drunk.
Lemme know if you want me to finish this.
#jokes on yall I'm gonna finish it no matter how you respond#or even if i get NO response#which is common lately#asks#writing#dont it always seem to go#chuckyxandy#CAndy#childs play#fanfiction
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Familiar Face (2)
SVU Fic
Olivia sat at her desk responding to a text she'd gotten from Elliot. Over the past two weeks the two had begun catching up when work didn't interfere. It felt like old times but so much better than eleven years ago.
"Knock, knock."
Looking up from her phone, Olivia pulled her glasses off and squinted as she got up. "I'm sorry. Can I help you?"
"Sorry for just walking in, I had been knocking for a few minutes and you didn't answer. I'm Bianca Barnes but everyone calls me Peach."
At a loss for words, Olivia stared at the woman looking back at her. "Okay and you're here because?"
"Deputy Chief Garland didn't tell you I was coming? I'm your new detective."
Olivia offered her a smile, "No, he didn't but I'm glad you're here. We've been short a detective. Where did you transfer from, Bianca?"
"Please call me Peach. My mama is the only one who calls me by my first name. But I just came from homicide and before that vice. Now I'm here."
"Are you sure special victims is where you want to be? Sounds like you might be more comfortable in violent crimes. The captain and I are friends, I can get you over there." Olivia suggested.
Peach shook her head smiling. "Nope, this is where I wanna be. One of my old partners is actually over in violent crimes, he just transferred there last week."
Olivia nodded blowing out some air. "Well then welcome to special victims. Let's go introduce you to everybody." Peach followed her out of the office to the squad room still smiling. She waited for Olivia to gather their attention. "Alright so we're no longer down a detective. This is Detective Bianca Parks."
"Hey, yall. Yall can just call me Peach. Everybody does."
"Sorry, I forgot," Olivia chuckled, "Peach, this is Detective Rollins and Officer Tamin but everyone calls her Kat. And that's Sargeant Fin Tuttuola but we just call him Fin."
Peach waved, "I know Kat already. But nice to meet you all."
Olivia looked between the women. "How do you two know each other?"
Kat spoke up smiling, "She moved up here when we were in high school I was her first friend. We lived in the same building."
"Yeah and we were in vice together for a little while," Peach added.
"Okay then well you have a familiar face and you won't mind being partners," Olivia said with a small smile, "Fin, it's your lucky day. You get your partner back."
Fin smiled proudly, "I like you already, Peach."
When Olivia went back to her office, Kat showed her friend to her desk and sat on the edge of it. The two of them talked until Rollins cleared her throat.
"What's up, Amanda?" Kat asked laughing.
"You're hogging the newbie, maybe me and Fin wanna get to know her too."
Kat put her hands up still laughing. "My bad, go head. Ask away."
"Why the name Peach?" Fin asked when Amanda didn't say anything. "Where'd that come from?"
"I moved up here from Georgia when I was teenager, had much more of an accent than I do now so everybody stated calling me that," she shrugged.
"That and she can put anybody on their ass within five seconds if they mess with her," Kat added ignoring her friend's playfully stare.
Amanda chuckled, "As little and cute as you are, you don't look like you'd hurt a fly, newbie."
Peach shrugged, "Yeah a lot of people think that until they put their hands on me. Just because I'm little don't undestimate me."
"Always the little ones you gotta look out for," Fin joked, "What part of Georgia are you from? Rollins is from Georgia too."
"Oh that's the accent I hear," she laughed, "I knew it was southern but I didn't think it was Georgia. I'm from Savannah. What part are you from, Amanda?"
"Cummings. A lot of people don't know where it is so it's just easier to say Atlanta."
Peach gave her a friendly smile, "I know exactly where that is. Might as well say it's Atlanta, it's like thirty minutes from it."
While they continued to talk and get to know their new detective, Olivia sat on the phone with Elliot. He called her discuss dinner plans, trying to figure out what Noah would like so he could make reservations.
"I'm sorry to interrupt you but did you get a new detective last week?" Olivia asked holding the phone to her ear and looking out her window at her detectives.
"I did. How'd you know?"
"Well I got a new detective today, I offered to get her in with you cause I thought she'd be a better fit there and she declined. She mentioned that an old partner transferred there."
Elliott chuckled. "And you wanna know who it is or you wanna know what I think about them? Is that it?"
"You know me so well. Both."
"His name is Amaro, Nick Amaro. He's a good guy, got a bit of a temper from what I glanced at in his jacket," Elliot explained with a hint of laughter, "But I like em. Reminds me of myself. Smart too."
"Amaro?"
"Yeah, Amaro. What's wrong?"
"This is how I know you didn't read his jacket," she laughed, "He was here a year or so ago. He was my partner after you."
"Did you like him?"
"Yeah, he's good at his job. He just let's his temper get ahead of him sometimes."
"I'll keep that in mind. So Italian tonight?"
Olivia started to answer but there was a knock at the door followed by Rollins poking her head in the door. "Yeah, Amanda?"
"Got a call from Mercy, they need us. Me and Fin can take it."
"Hold on, El," Olivia said into the phone, "Ummm, no. Let Kat and Peach take this one. You need to finish that paperwork, remember?"
Rollins nodded bowing out of the office going back to the desks, sitting back down at hers. "Alright newbie, you're up. Cap said for you and Kat to take this one."
"No problem with me. Let's go, Kat," Peach said enthusiastically getting up and putting her peacoat on, "Oh and Amanda?"
"Yeah?"
"Its Peach, not newbie." She corrected with a smile then followed Kat out.
The partners rode and talked on their way to the hospital. When they got inside, to the correct floor they went up to the nurses station. Both flashed their badges.
"Got a call. You guys need svu?" Kat asked politely.
The nurse nodded then came around the desk. "Some girls came in here with their friend a little while ago, said the girl passed out after complaining about abdominal pain."
"You suspect abuse?"
The nurse flagged the doctor down that was passing by, "She can explain it to you."
The doctor came over shaking their hands. "Dr. Barnes. I did an exam on her, her name is Alexandra James, she's 14. I found scarring, some old some new. And she was almost 12 weeks pregnant. The pain she was having was a miscarriage. There were traces of misoprostol in her blood. I talked to her friends, they're 14 and act like they have no idea what's going on. But they did say she hadn't taken any medicine at all."
"But you think otherwise? Isn't that a miscarriage drug?" Peach asked writing in her small notepad.
"Yes, it is. They're off. She should be awake now if you wanna talk to her," Dr. Barnes suggested, "Her friends are in with her. Waiting on her parents.
The detectives followed the doctor to the girl's room. The friends were huddled around her bed talking in hushed voices.
Dr. Barnes cleared her throat, "Girls, there are some detectives that want to speak with you."
"Girls, I'm Kat from special victims, why don't you three come with me to waiting room so we can talk? Give your friend some privacy."
Once they left the room, Peach pulled a chair up to the side of her bed a warm smile on her face. "Your name is Alexandra, right?"
The young girl nodded.
"My name is Peach, I'm a detective from special victims. I want you to tell me what you remember leading up to walking up here."
She said quietly before recounting her leaving her friend's house to go to the park, getting ice cream, walking back to her friends house but that was it.
"Did you eat anything else today? Something that might have tasted funny?"
She shrugged, "Nothing tasted funny. We had some pizza earlier, that was it besides breakfast at home this morning."
Peach nodded giving her full attention to the young girl. "And where did the pizza come from?"
"My friend, Whitney, her older brother, Stevie, works at a pizza place and he brought it for us."
"Okay. Did you know you were pregnant, Alexandria?"
She looked horrified, "No...I wasn't."
"You were almost 12 weeks, that's where the pain you were having came from. You had a miscarriage, if you didn't take it then someone have you drugs to bring it on. They found it on your lab work." Peach paused to search her face for a reaction. "When the doctor examined you, she said there was some scarring. So whoever the father was, has been around for a little while."
Alexandra turned away from her in the hospital bed. "I don't wanna talk about this. I want you to leave."
"I'm here to help you, sweetheart. To get whoever it is that's doing this to you to stop and put them in jail."
"Please just go," she cried.
Peach stood from her chair and slid one of Kat's cards onto the stand beside her hospital bed after she wrote her number on the back. "Listen, I'm gonna go but I left my number beside your bed. If you wanna talk, you call me. Doesn't matter what you wanna talk about or the time. Call me."
She waited a few minutes before leaving the room in search of her partner. She stopped Kat talking to, who she assumed to be the parents, and went to stand beside her, listening to them. Kat gave them her card before they walked away.
"Get anywhere with Alexandra?" Kat asked softly.
"Whoever it is, she knows them and she's terrified of them. What about you?"
"The doctor was right, something isn't right about the friends. I don't know what but they're hiding something."
"And the parents?"
Kat whistled, "Pissed is an understatement. Especially the dad. They wanted to know who but of course, we don't have that. Have their address so we could come talk to her again when she gets out."
"Well while we wait, let's go do some digging."
"Where to?"
"The pizza place the friend's brother works at."
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Olivia left the office early leaving Fin in charge so she could pick Noah up and meet Elliot for dinner. When they got to the restaurant, Elliot was already at the table waiting for them. He stood to get them.
"Hey, Liv. Noah," he smiled, "Thought you two stood me up."
"Mom had to go back home and change her shoes." Noah explained hugging the older man.
Elliot chuckled a little and helped Olivia into her seat before sitting back down. "Well I'm just glad you're here. How was your day, Liv?"
"It wasn't as hectic as its been since we're not short handed anymore. Yours," she asked looking over the menu.
"It was alright. We're all still getting used to each other but no fighting or yelling so I'm happy."
Olivia glanced up at him briefly a smile on her face, "And Amaro?"
"Pretty good. I can tell he's spent time with you in interrogation."
"He stealing my moves? Is that what you're saying?" She laughed.
Elliot laughed nodding his head. "That's exactly what I'm saying. But it's not a bad thing. He got the confession. How's your new detective?"
"Good to hear. Peach is good. She's probably the shortest detective I've ever seen and so bubbly. I wasn't sure how she'd fit so I called her previous commanding officers."
"And? What'd they say?"
"Gave her nothing but praise. Apparently she's very good at her job."
"Well that's a good thing then, you don't have anything to worry about." Elliot assured her. "See something that looks good, Noah?"
Noah nodded, "Yeah, I wanna get spaghetti with meatballs."
"Sounds good. Think I'm gonna get a ribye with some fettuccine alfredo on the side."
Noah nodded and turned to his mom, "What are you gonna get?"
"Hmmm...I am gonna get," she paused hearing her phone ring, "Looks like I'm getting my phone. One second, promise it won't take long." Getting her phone from her pocket, she saw it was Carisi and answered. "Yes, Carisi?"
"Sorry to bother you, Captain but Rollins never brought the paperwork and I need it for arraignment in the morning. I can't get ahold of her."
"Just go by the squad. She's probably still working on it and turned off her phone."
"Alright, headed there now."
"Okay and call me back if she's not there, Carisi." After hanging up her phone and putting it into her purse, she looked up to find both males staring at her. "I put it away. No more interruptions."
"Promise?" Noah asked.
"Promise, buddy."
Elliot smiled watching them. "Hey, why don't you go see if you can find us a waitress, buddy. I think we're ready."
Noah made sure it was okay with his mom then got up from the table in search of a waitress. Elliot stared intently at Olivia, a small smile on her face making her laugh nervously.
"Why are you staring at me, El?"
"How old did you say he was again?"
"He's ten."
"And adopted is it?"
Olivia nodded slowly, "Yeah, I've told you the story."
Elliot glanced to see Noah still looking around. "You told me the wrong story, you told me the story you told everyone else."
Olivia frowned, "I don't understand what you're getting at."
"He's coming now but you know what I'm talking about and we'll talk about it later."
Sitting back in her seat, Olivia's mind wondered through many thoughts and all the scenarios she had run in her head over the years. She wasn't sure if she was ready to bring that all out.
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Carisi walked into the precinct frowning and looking around. "Rollins, where is she?"
Peach looked up from her computer and got up smiling. She walked around her desk to approach him. "She's not here. Tell me what you need and maybe I can help you."
Carisi stared down at the little woman in front of him, "Uuuh ... you are?"
Peach held out her hand, "Detective Barnes but call me Peach. You?"
Carisi shook her hand managing a small smile through his frustration. "The new detective I take it, nice to meet you. Dominic Carisi, ADA. Call me Sonny."
"Okay so what do you need, Sonny?"
"I need the paperwork Rollins was supposed to finish but she's not here so," he explained throwing his hands up.
Peach went over to Rollins' desks and opened a few drawers, "Umm she mentioned leaving it in one of these drawers before she rushed out. Just gotta find the right one."
Carisi nodded going to lean against Fin's empty desk watching her. "Where's Fin and Kat?"
"Fin is gone for the day, he got bored. And Kat has a date so I volunteered to stay till 8." Peach explained still bent over looking in the drawers.
"Sounds like Fin. You close to getting outta here then?"
"Yep, I am," Peach stood up straight with the file in her hand, "Found it! Here you go."
Carisi met her halfway, letting out a sigh of relief. "I could kiss you, thank you. You just saved my ass in court."
Peach laughed, "Nicest new yorker I've ever met. I think a hug would suffice."
Carisi laughed looking down at her. "I take that as a compliment. How are you getting home?"
"Subway then I'm gonna walk the rest of the way. I didn't drive today, didn't expect to be out this late."
"Well since you helped me out, I'll help you out," Carisi smiled, "Come on, I'll take you home."
Peach shook her head going back to her desk. "You don't have to do that, I'm fine with the subway and walking."
"I can't in good conscience let you do that, it's late and dark. I don't mind. Come on."
"Really, Sonny, you don't have to. I'm fine."
Carisi stared at her smiling. "You're not gonna win this, I argue for a living. Grab your stuff and come on."
Laughing softly, Peach pulled her peacoat on then grabbed her purse and hat from her desk drawer. "Fine, fine, I'll let you take me home but before you do, I have a question."
"Okay, shoot."
"Its not cause I'm short and you think I can't protect myself. Right?"
"Right. It wouldn't matter if you were 6 feet tall, you're still a woman. I couldn't sleep knowing I let you go out there by yourself when I could've taken you home. That's it."
Nodding, Peach followed him out and they made small talk and she told him where she lived. As they were riding in his SUV, his phone rung and Rollins name popped up on his radio screen.
"Now she calls," he complained answering the phone, "Yeah, Rollins?"
"Hey, sorry I missed your call. What's up?"
"What's up?" He repeated sarcastically, "Did you forget about the paperwork i needed from you?"
"Oh shoot, Carisi. I'm sorry. But I did finish it, it's in my desk, I'll bring it in the morning."
"No need, Rollins. I've got it."
Rollins let out a sigh of relief, "Oh thank God. I'm sorry you had to go all the way to the precinct and then go through my junk drawers."
"No need for that, I didn't look for it. Peach got it for me."
"Oh well good then. You got plans tonight?"
Carisi looked over at Peach, who smiled at him, then back to the road. "Kinda yeah. What do you need?"
"Just wanted to see if you wanted to come over and make dinner for the girls."
"Nah, not tonight, Amanda. It would be close to ten by the time I got there."
She hummed in response. "What are you doing?"
"Giving Peach a ride home then I don't know but either way it would still be too late."
"Oh ... okay then. Get newbie home safe and call me out something when you get home, Carisi."
Hurrying to hang the phone up, he glanced over at Peach again. "You're not smiling anymore."
"Nope, I'm not."
"Why's that?"
"I told her earlier to stop calling me newbie and she's still doing it. Are you and her together? She didn't sound too happy about you taking me home."
He shook his head a small frown on his face. "No, never. She can't cook and she doesn't like to be there alone."
Peach nodded, "From the south and can't cook, that's a shame. What are your plans for tonight anyway?"
"Go through some paperwork, have some dinner and a beer. That's about it. You?'
"Depends on how Kat's date goes. If it goes good then catch up on my shows over dinner, if it goes bad then dinner and annoy her."
Thirty minutes later, Carisi pulled up to her building then killed his engine and took his seat belt off.
"Where you going?" She asked laughing.
"I'm walking you up. Come on."
"You don't have to do that, Sonny. This was enough."
"Aren't you southerners all about hospitality? Let me do this."
Peach laughed, "Fine. Since you're being hospitable come on and open my door."
"Yes ma'am," he chuckled getting out going to her side, open her door and helped her out, "After you."
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