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[ijustlivehere]

I hate the frakking friend zone, you know? No girl ever seems to see me as anything besides... I don't know, a kid. Or any guy, for that matter, but I'm so afraid of my own bicuriosity that I don't even want to admit it to myself. I'm not that young.
I haven't had a real date that didn't involve a mistaken identity or being used for some ulterior motive since high school, pretty much.
It just freaks me out sometimes, because I'm afraid I'm going to end up alone.

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[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Well, actually, that was more of a... pre-City thing. Stills's band here, I think they're too cool for me. At least, that singer dude probably is. [But he grins, so he's at least partially joking.

And as for Lucy's question, he's going to try really hard to say that he mostly hangs out and plays video games. He has a job-- that's a safe topic, he'll stick to that.]Here, I work at this café. Mostly behind-the-scenes stuff, folding napkins and setting tables and stuff. Not super-exciting, but, y'know, money. So.
Uh, how 'bout you?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

You'll have to start your own band. Also, I think I've probably been there. I'm a cafe stalker.

[She ducks her head, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment before she speaks.]

I used to work in a clothing store here. My boyfriend was rich. When he left the City, he left me all of his accounts and the flat so basically...I don't do anything. I spend his money.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[...Oh, oops. Touchy subject. Neil didn't mean to touch on one of those.]

Well... 's long's you're happy, eh? ...Are you...? Happy?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[It's okay. She's been very conflicted about Harry since before he left.]

I am happy, I guess. For a recently dead girl. My best friend, Jill, is here now. That's big.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that helps a lot. [A knowing smile, because hey, Neil can speak from experience!] I'll uh... y'know, help with the happiness thing too, if I can.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[That makes Lucy come to a full stop. She turns a little, goes up on tiptoe and kisses his cheek, her lip gloss leaving a shiny imprint there.]

I'm glad I asked you out on a date, Neil.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil freezes in place for a moment, unable to do or say anything. Hearing the word 'date' out loud is almost too much. But he breaks out of the daze presently.]

N-- I... uh, m-me too.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She laughs and pulls him along so that they're walking again.]

So you work at the cafe. You don't sing back up vocals. You play Left 4 Dead for fun. What else about Neil should I know?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Uh... let's see. [He rubs at he back of his neck and clears his throat.] My heritage is German, Dutch, Norwegian, and Anglo-Saxon. I'm Rank 22 on Tetris Battle. My favourite food is salmon. And I speak conversational Japanese. That's about it.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[He's totally adorable in the Lucy wants to hug him way.] Conversational Japanese? Why?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[A shrug.] I like the way it sounds, I guess. It seemed like a thing to do.

Anyway, I'm sure you're like, way more interesting. What do I not know about you yet?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Well I don't speak conversational Japanese. In fact, I don't speak any languages at all. Sometimes I do a fake British accent but it's very bad. I'm from Birmingham, Alabama. Only child but Jill practically lived with us half the time. My parents are still married. I like shopping, dancing, cheesy movies, shooting zombies--but not so much other video games. Zombies are just fun to shoot. I was majoring in Philosophy at the University of Alabama when I got pulled here.

That's your crash course in Lucy.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Haha, you're a lot better at this than I am.

...You do realize you're gonna have to do a British accent for me now.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

I'm a natural rambler. [She laughs and shakes her head, almost blushing before she takes a deep breath and launches into a obviously fake, pretty bad, British accent.]

Cheerio! Tut tut, care for a spot of tea before things all go to bloody hell?

[Yes she did try to squeeze every British language stereotype EVER in that one sentence. She won't be offended if you laugh. In fact, she expects it.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[We have grinning, but no actual laughing.] That's awesome! [And he punches her shoulder lightly with his free arm.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[She pulls away to give him a deep, Southern curtsy.]

I used to pretend to be British at home.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Didya ever fool anyone? [He doubts it, but he won't say that.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Once. The latte boy at the coffee shop near where I used to live. I think he just wanted my number though. He would have gone along with anything.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Can't blame him.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[That makes Lucy kiss his cheek again.]

You're entirely too sweet.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Nah, you're just-- I'm-- ...thanks? You're welcome?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Lucy laughed at that and then stopped in front of the door to the karaoke bar.]

You're welcome and this is our stop. How do you take your drinks?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[He steps ahead to hold the door.]

Uh... how...? Er, very carefully?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[And he's passed test #2 with flying colors. It was a 'will he open the door' test, just so you know. Lucy breezes through the door with a grin.]

That's a shame 'cause I tend to take them very not carefully.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

I could totally learn to be less careful.

So, what do you drink not-carefully?