Augustus West's Story

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"Well, I suppose I'll be able to find it in me to go on, then," Nailah responds to Arielle's assurance that she and Cheyenne are the clearly smitten blonde's favorite people. She doesn't doubt it, despite knowing her friend's affections for the genius detective down the hall. After all, this apartment's residents are bound by a strict code of friendship before all else, and she believes that they all stick to it. She and Cheyenne certainly do, and Nailah has faith that Arielle will continue to put friends before romance, even though she seems to be nearing a cliff of sorts with her intensifying feelings. Honestly, though she'd never admit this to her friend, Arielle serves as something of a cautionary tale to Nailah- especially as she's seen the girl in her more jealous states, unfortunately. It all serves as a rather good reminder that things like that are messy, and not worth the effort. As it stands, the girl is quite content with the occasional one night stand, and ensuring that everyone around her is a friend, enemy, or stranger, but never something more.

Her eyebrows quirk up at Arielle's dinner date with this Javier chap, but her only comment on it is an amused smirk of sorts before she glances towards the documentary and picks up the remote, turning off the TV, since she has better things to do at the moment- with her roommates out in the common area, after all. Because her work hours are 6pm-2am, 5 or 6 days a week, she doesn't typically see them as frequently as one would expect, unless they show up at her bar, which isn't unheard of. Still, her schedule tends to clash a bit with Arielle's, though Cheyenne lines up a bit more due to the lack of structure in her work. She's a by-appointment psychic, after all.

At Cheyenne's request, Nailah offers a half smile, "Well, you didn't put them up to long ago, after all. As far as vibes go, can do- I have the night off, after all." Yes, today is her precious night off- of course, she always takes Fridays off, despite the fact that they are one of, if not the, best tipping nights of the week. She's got things to do and people to hang with on this night, and given that she's managing to pay her bills well enough, she figures that this is forgivable. Even if it isn't, who cares?

Two thoughts cross Nailah's mind at Cheyenne's suggestion. She voices both, "Mystery boy? It's Tristan, Cheyenne." There's a sort of everyone knows everyone feel to this floor, but that's definitely the case with the guys in 1247, who are the unofficial leaders of the floor, after all. "But sounds like a plan to me. Might need to go and buy some drinks, though. Up for some grocery shopping, or do you have an appointment today?"

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After Arielle had left the apartment, something that happened so soon after Tristan's departure that it was obvious she is making no attempt to hide her point of being there, Gavin heads for the shower. The clean feeling is much needed, as it always is when he gets home for work. His place of work is one of the most sanitary places in the city, completely sterilized- or as much as is possible with all that work to be done. Yet, he always needs to shower when he returns home. The man loves his work, of course, and wouldn't switch out for any other job- he passed up the chance to become a professional football player, after all, a job which would have made him a good deal more money than working as a nurse does. But that wasn't where his heart lied, and he currently works in a place that has been important to him ever since the passing of his younger sister, Hanna.

Once he feels properly cleansed, Gavin gets out of the shower and dries off, wrapping the towel around his waist for the short trip to his room. He doesn't get claim to the biggest bedroom, the one with the attached bathroom. This was a luxury he had willingly passed over, however, not the sort to make a fuss about something so simple as where one sleeps and such. Besides, of his roommates, he is the least likely to have guests staying the night, what with Augustus's girls and Tristan having Arielle over. It makes sense that he'd have the smallest room; he does the least in it, and doesn't really have an excessive amount of things with which to fill up a large room.

After putting on clothing- just a pair of shorts, actually, since he no longer feels the need to maintain the courtesy of having a shirt on, Gavin makes a brief detour to the kitchen once more, this time heading for a cold water bottle. His throat has been itching a bit, though he knows he can't be coming down with something- the guy is immune to pretty much all sicknesses. Instead, he wonders if someone had brought their cat into the elevator shortly, or something along those lines. That would be the most reasonable explanation.

Just as he walks back out to the kitchen, he finds Augustus at the fridge. Well, he had heard him say hello before entering the kitchen, but still. Of course, his friend is home even later than he is. But, while Gavin was out working, he knows for a fact that Augustus was otherwise occupied. His roommate is rather insatiable, he has found over the years.

"Morning. Yeah- he left, and Arielle right after him," he smiles at Augustus's comment about Tristan keeping the streets clean, though that is in his job description. He's probably off working on the newest murder case- or one of them, after all. The guy is a police force onto himself, as far as detective skills go. But then, their roommate is known as Holmes for a reason, isn't he?

"What about you? Staying in for a bit, or do you have a gig today?" It occasionally occurs to Gavin that he has the most average job of all of his roommates. A model, a detective, and a nurse. One of these things is less of a conversation starter than the others.

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Gavin glanced over at Augustus, raising an eyebrow once more, mostly at his comment on the sexual relations between Tristan and Arielle. His reply is buffered with a shrug, partially because he can't honestly say on the matter, regardless of the fact that the young man across from him asks in a mostly joking manner. They both know by now that Tristan isn't really the sort- in fact, Gavin might be hard pressed to remember any instance of Tristan bringing a girl home without some sort of platonic bond being the explanation. He'd guessed, for most of the time that they'd known each other, that the genius was asexual. Perhaps he is, and aromantic as well, though Gavin has slightly greater doubts in regards to that. "Can't say, man. You know how he is," and clearly, Augustus does, for he launches into an impersonation close enough to prompt a laugh from Gavin- in no small part due to the great contrast in height between Augustus and the demi-Goliath that he is making an effort to mimic. His following words a source of slight confusion on his part, however.

"Your ship? What?" having never been the sort to go on the internet much, or to be part of fandoms and the like, the term is foreign to Gavin. He is somewhat glad to move on to a topic with which he is far more familiar- the hospital. He finds it a bit funny that Augustus still doesn't really know his schedule, though chalks it up to the fact that he's often somewhere else at night and during the day. At least, away enough to not realize that Gavin works the night shift, not the day shift. "Day off, actually. And as far as lonely lady nurses go- you should probably watch less soap operas," he responds nonchalantly, though with a smile. He's not being entirely honest, though- he is quite popular with many of his female coworkers, as it happens. But, he doesn't like the idea of dating at work- if there's a break up, it would just make things awkward, and that's the last thing one needs rushing about a place full of the injured, ill, and dying.

He glances at the clock, "Besides, you're the one surrounded by female models, right? At the moment, I'm more content to surround myself with a bed and blanket. Have a good day, man," he adds, before grabbing the water bottle, gulping down half of it, and returning to his bedroom for a much needed rest.
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Just as he is getting to the ending of a movie, after a day of sleeping and then going to the gym, Gavin's phone vibrates; it's a text from Arielle, and he hardly has to open it to guess the contents. After all, her apartment is known for their friday night parties, so consistent that it seems unnecessary to send out a text about it. Still, the man checks the message, confirming his suspicions.

To: Dina, Augustus, Tristan
Are you going to the party tonight?