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The Moore Sisters

The Penthouse

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a part of The Moore Sisters, by crystalrain.

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Hartley Moore [20] "It's hard having to take Mom's place."
Alexander Volkov [19] "It's a pleasure you meet you,"
Bailey Moore [10] "How is it that in one moment things can go so wrong..."
Claire Bianca Scotts [9] "Would you like fries with that?"
Meg Moore [9] "Dance On!"
Will Nichols [6] "So who's hungry?"
Natalie Ava Moore [5] "Can't I just stay young forever?"
Ashton Faux [5] "Hey, how's everyone doing today?"
Seth Collins [4] "Bad things happen...and normally to the best people. No matter how hard it is, we just have to try and carry on."
Jason Vice [4] "What can I get for you?"

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Hartley: Hartley walked onto the elevator and smacked the button for floor eight. Once on Floor Eight, she walked out of the elevator, down the hall, and into the floor her and Alex shared. She hung her bag on the coat rack next to their door. She walked into their family room and plopped down on the couch. "Alex?" She called out. "I'm home sweetie." She was glad of that for sure. It had been a tough day at work. Flu season has been particularly bad this year, and there was a huge increase in patients at the hospital, making her job stressful. She waited for Alex's answer, wondering if he was home.

Will: Will opened the oven and gently removed the chicken he had been cooking. He set it down on the stove top, and placed a large serving plate down next to it. He placed the chicken on the serving plate, then added some herbs, and drizzled a zesty sauce he made over it. Will added sauce to the plate in a design for decoration. He brought the plate over to the table and set it down in the middle. He put a candlestick on each side of it, then quickly struck a match and lit them. After that, Will grabbed the bowl of salad and the plate of bread and set them down on the table, as well. He stood back for a moment, assessing his setup. It was perfect, if he did say so himself. "Meg!" He yelled. "Dinner's ready!"

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Alexander Volkov


Alexander sighed lightly, adjusting the strap of his shoulderbag as the elevator went up. Alexander felt woozy, swaying lightly as he stood. The students at the school had been coughing and sneezing, or course without covering, so he hoped nothing had been spreading around the school - Despite being of fragile health, he never really did keep track of what circulated around the school, it was usually the common cold anyway. As the door opened, he made his way down to the floor that he and his beautiful wife, Hartley, shared. He noticed that she hadn't come home yet, since the floor was quiet save for a quiet hum which, Alexander assumed from the heat in his skin, was possibly the heater. Hanging his coat on the coat rack, he made his way towards his small study, which he used whenever he was making lessons plans, searching music, or whatever else.

Placing his shoulderbag on the desk, as usual, he sat down in the chair. With a long sigh, he pressed his hands against his face and drew them down. Well, he supposed it was time to look at how the students did on their very short intervals test. Thankfully, all of his tests didn't take long - perhaps twenty minutes at most, leaving the rest of the classtime for singing. He knew he tended to be rather hard on his students, but hoped that made them better musicians. As he pulled out all massive binder that held the papers of all three hundred of his students from all of his classes, he heard the front door open and close again, followed by a familiar voice - Harley.

"Welcome home, honey!" he called out, standing and turning away from his desk, crossing the tiny study to the door. A light, gentle smile crossed his face as he spied Hartley standing near the door. Stopping in font of her, he lightly grasped her upper arms and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "How were things at the hospital today?" he asked, releasing her from his very light hold and letting his hands drop to his side.

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Character Portrait: Bailey Moore Character Portrait: Alisia Skye Dawn Character Portrait: Jason Vice Character Portrait: Seth Collins
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Alisia: "Clack, Clack, Clack" that was all that could be heard in my room. The keys were moving at lightning speed. Not that it mattered, I would write a few paragraphs and then delete them, rinse and repeat. I had my headphones on, blaring some soft rock hoping to set the mood for a good writing day.

No such luck.

I had some writer's block and I had it bad. Nothing seemed to be flowing, and with the deadlines quickly approaching, It was too much stress to bare. Frustrated, I threw my headphones on the desk, and quickly changed into something a little sexier. Hopefully a night on the town would help smooth some things over.

Jason: The music was loud, but as always it seemed the people were louder. I was doing my best to keep everyone happy, but with the amount of booze in everyone's system it was going to be impossible. Thankfully, that is what bouncers were for.

About that time, a regular walked in the door, her red hair almost seemed to be a blaze. She was beautiful as always. She walked up to the bar and smiled. They were contagious. I found myself smiling as well.

"Don't you have a book to write or something?" I yelled over the music.

"Shut up and pout me a beer!" her tone was kidding. I rolled my eyes and handed her the usual. She took a large drink from her bud-light with lime.

"That's the stuff." She smiled.

"How's your sister?" I asked.

"Which one?" She gave me a ridiculous look which let me know I was asking a stupid question. I gave her a look that let her know she should know which one I was taking about. She laughed.

"Bailey is fine."

Alisia:

Silly bartender, he should just buck up the courage and talk to the girl. I refused to think about anything else but my beer. I just knew that not having sent in anything my publisher would be calling to check up any time now. Until then I was going to drink as many of these beers as I could.

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Jodi, her eyes cast downward and her shoulders slumped, made her way across the room towards the elevators. Sharply, she jabbed the button to the seventh floor, her acrylic nail breaking off like half of her others had as she did. As the false nail fell onto the ground, she turned and rested her forehead against the wall of the elevator, her breath making condensation against it's metallic surface. Leaning back, she looked at her faint reflection. Her blond hair was windswept and the pale skin of her cheeks were pinkened and damp, tears streaming down her cheeks.

As the elevator 'ding'ed to her floor, she rushed out and stopped at the door to rummage through her purse. Sniffling, she pulled out her keys and her shaky hands jabbed around the keyhole until they finally managed to slipped the key in. She threw the door open and choked back another sob before she sat down on the edge of her bed, the soft, blue sheets comforting her. Slowly, she raised her hands up to cover her eyes, sniffling. She had just come back from another job interview, one she thought would've been hopeful. It was one of those companies that called in big groups, interviewed them all, then told them by the end of all the interviews whether they were hired or not - Basically everyone but her was hired.

Was she really that useless?

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Meg heared her name and walked tp the kitchen. She looked at Will amd smiled at hime kindly. "Heu,Sprry I looking at some papers." tge workaholic brunette hovered aroind a little lost in thpught. Shs thought about work,work,wprk then danceing then she stopped thinking about stuf She twirlwd her hair on her finger as she sat down. She knew she worried about work too much but she loved her jobs and obviously needed monry so it ne er seemed bad to her... Bht she fid take it too the extreme sometomes.

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Natalie Ava Moore


As she stepped into the elevator of her home, Natalie breathed a sigh of relief and directed her index finger towards the button on the wall labelled with a small neon yellow 3. Another day at high school, just as much torture as any the one before, over. Another day closer to graduation.
Most people struggled to understand why she wanted to leave so badly, and, if she was honest...she was't really all that sure, either. On one hand, she was the youngest child in the family...none of her sisters were still at school, and she'd be the last to leave and start her own life and career, which was something some of them seemed to think was better. But there was that small part of her that never failed to remind her that, when this day came, she'd probably still not have the first idea about what she wanted to pursue as a career. In reality, it scared her.
But, nevertheless, now wasn't the time to be worrying about the future. The only thing that needed to be on her mind right now would be what she was planning to do tonight. She had to plan where she was going to go, who she'd invite, what she was going to wear...
As if sensing her thoughts, she heard the familiar ding of the elevator reaching her floor and hopped out as the doors opened, then crossed the hall to her bedroom. Once inside, she threw her bag down onto her bag and immediately made her way to the full length mirror on the opposite wall, taking a few moments to inspect herself and check she still looked okay. She'd considered changing out of her blue and white cheerleading uniform as she took a look at it in the mirror, but abandoned the idea and nonchalantly smoothed it down instead, knowing her boyfriend, who would probably be here soon enough, wouldn't really care if she was still dressed for school when he arrived. The same applied to her hair, tied into a tight blonde ponytail at the top of her head to be kept out of her eyes during cheerleading practice that afternoon. She had to admit...together, it made her look kind of cute.
With a small smile she flopped down onto her bed, pulling her mobile phone out of her pocket and texting a few friends while she waited for Ashton to arrive.

Seth Collins


The door to Seth's apartment opened and he walked inside, holding a steaming cup of Starbucks coffee in one hand and his keys in the other, his laptop bag slung over his shoulder. His day had been slightly more stressful than normal; filled with dull and unimportant meetings which he'd already forgotten the subject matter included in the moment he walked out of the door. Coffee had been his lifesaver...without it, he'd have completely crashed and burned.
However, there was still a hint of happiness to his voice as he called back to another resident of the building to thank them for holding the staircase door open for him, a slight spring in his step as he made his way over to his desk. Today was the day Alisia, one of the writers he had chosen to take on in his publishing business, was due to send him some of her newest work. Somehow, even though her work was serious and sophicated, it always made him smile. She had real talent in this business...a way with words...and he'd sensed it straight away from the first time she'd brought any of her work into his office. Not to mention she was a lot of fun as a person in general, and she was kind-hearted. And her beauty was something out of this world...
He always looked forward to her sending him some new stuff. She never failed to suprise him.
Perhaps that was why he was so disappointed when he checked his email enthusiatically to find that no mail from her had been sent. No new message, and he'd checked the regular mail box, the spam, and even the trash mail just to make sure. She always managed to keep up with deadlines...why hadn't he managed this time? Maybe it was just writer's block...he'd heard it sometimes got that bad where you just couldn't write anything at all...
Lifting out his phone from one of the compartments in his laptop bag, he dialled her number and put the phone to his ear, his smile returning slightly as he heard the noise telling him she'd picked up.
"Hey there, my little Superstar...how are you? I just checked my mail, and I noticed you haven't sent anything new in to me today, so...I was just calling to see if you're alright..."

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The redhead was just downing her third beer when she felt the vibration of her phone. She groaned, not wanting to have to make excuses for herself.

"That would be the publisher?" asked Jason in his knowing way.

"Yeah, so it would seem." Alisia walked out side so that she could hear him over the music.

"Hey...." She answered guiltily.

"Hey there, my little Superstar...how are you? I just checked my mail, and I noticed you haven't sent anything new in to me today, so...I was just calling to see if you're alright..."

His little superstar. It seemed Seth was always calling her little pet names like that. She rolled her eyes and smiled.

"Your little superstar huh?" She asked flirtatiously. Finally she sighed. "I don't feel very superstar like right now." She was feeling the alcohol a little to much, a consequence from drinking too fast.

"I can't get anything done. Writer's block I guess. But I'm not dead or anything if that is what you were wanting to know."

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Hartley: Hartley smiled as her husband greeted her. She walked into their bedroom and into the walk-in closet as she called out, "It was stressful. Lots of patients with the flu. You should go to the pharmacy tomorrow and get a flu shot. The last thing we want is you getting sick." She knew she should receive a flu shot as well, but she was terrified of needles, and had a very low tolerance for pain. Giving someone a shot was not a problem for her, being a nurse and all. Receiving one--that was a different story. She shuddered at the thought of needles and pain as she changed out of her nurse's scrubs into jeans and a cardigan. She walked back out of the bedroom and over to the coat rack to grab her phone out of her bag.

Will: "That's alright." He said with a smile. He pulled a chair out for her, before sitting down in the other chair. He served himself some salad, and snatched a piece of bread from the bowl. He spread a little butter on it and took a bite. He squirted salad dressing on his salad. After he finished chewing his bread, he looked up at Meg and smiled. "So how is work, babe?" She had been spending more and more time at work, he'd noticed. And even when she was home, he could tell work was still on her mind. It bothered him, and he hoped it was just a phase she was going through. He hoped she'd get over it soon.

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Alexander returned the smile Hartley gave him before following her to their bedroom. He walked to the window and looked out, admiring the view that they had as she told him how her day was. Hearing that it had been stressful, he frowned a bit and apologized, sympathetically. He knew how hard it could be to deal with sick people, especially since many of his past caretakers had openly complained about having to take care of him when he was ill. The light smile returned to his face when she suggested that he get a flu shot. With a light chuckle, he turned back towards her as she exited the walk in closet.

"Alright, i do it on my way home tomorrow or during my planning period at work." He followed her again, but this time settled in a chair in their small family room. "I'm lucky that i got a beautiful nurse as my wife," he looked back at her with one of his gentle, sweet smiles. "Do you want me to cook for us tonight so you can relax? I wouldn't want you to be tired, Hart." he offered. He had never been opposed to cooking or cleaning like a lot of men were, always wanting to be helpful.

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Meg thanked him and satdown. "Busy. Half the others are.... Sorry I didnt mean to babble." She got heeself spme salad and bread and stuck in. Afer a mouthful of food she told him the food waa azmazing. It was amazing and sheknew her plate would be clean after. "How was your day?" She asked carefully cutting food Meg had azing table mannets tge eay she usef her vitlery and everuthinh rlse,likr yhay in general she always haf been,like that.

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Hartley: She smiled as Alex assured her he would get a flu shot the next day. She slipped her phone into her pocket as she walked into the family room. She flopped onto the couch, lethargy settling over her. She smiled gratefully as he complimented her. When he offered to cook, she grinned and replied. "That would be fantastic, thanks baby." She grabbed the remote and flicked on the t.v. "What are you going to make?" She wondered aloud, as she leaned her head back onto the armrest of their sofa and stretched her legs out. She shut her eyes for a moment, sighing loudly, letting all the stress from the day melt away.

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Alexander watched as Hartley collapsed onto the couch, exhausted. "Of course, love." he said, moving over to sit on the couch Hartley had settled on. He gently raised her up into a sitting positing before sitting down so her so her back faced him and he began to give her a light back massage, his hands working with care, making sure to not be too rough or too light. He made sure not to dislodge her from her comfortable position too much, letting her stay in the same position except she was leaning on him instead and could rest her head in the crook of his neck and still be able to see the T.V.

"Maybe i'll make something special for us tonight." he offered, continuing his gentle backrub. "How does pan roased chicken with shallot sound? Maybe with a light caeser salad and an apricot-cherry tart." The last of Alex's jobs that he had worked before being a teacher like he was now, was a chef - So he hung on to a couple of his favorite recipes. He didn't cook very often though, only every so often or when specifically asked to (though he made simple things when he's asked to cook anytime besides holidays).

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Hartley: She grinned and relaxed into his arms. "Ohhhh." She mumbled, her stress melting away even further. She leaned her head in the crook of his neck and closed her eyes. She listened as he described what he was going to make. "Mmmm," she murmured, the smile reappearing on her face. She loved when he cooked special meals; they were always really delicious. "Sounds yummy," she whispered. She pictured the taste of the food and her stomach growled, and she giggled.

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Alexander could feel Hartley relax into his touch and was further encouraged her continue giving her a nice massage. He pressed a light kiss to her cheek as she rested her head in the crook of his neck and closed her eyes. He knew that Hartley liked when he cooked special meals, and was happy to do so on occasion: Anniversary (when it came), holidays, birthdays, and just days like this.

"Okay, i'll start it up in a bit." he said, smiling. "I'd like to work out some of your stress knots first." Carefully, he worked her muscles, caressing and stroking the muscles to help them relax.

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Claire Scotts


Claire had been working late shift again. She had her mind set on what tasks she needed to complete. She didn't like waitressing but with the amount of money she had at the moment, it was all she could live for to pay off the bills on her house, other wise she'd have to move into her high school friends' house. Meg and Bailey were her best mates since high school had ended and now she's still close to them, even though all of them have jobs-although hers...she didn't want.

Claire scrubbed the round, wooden tables to become a nice and shiny shade of well...wood. "Eh, Claire! What are ya doin'? Restaurant opens soon! Put the tablecloths back on!" Her manager ordered. He was always the type to have everything picture-perfect. Well, so was she. But that was different.

She nodded and a heavy sigh arose from her lungs. She patted her clothes down, so no creases were shown. She had one more table to complete and she wanted to clean it, but her manager was watching her, and she needed a job right now-so she grabbed the tablecloths and spread them over the table. She like the tablecloths, they had blossoms on them and leaves which created a border around the outside of the cloth. She smiled at her manager, "Is this ok?" she asked him. "Perfect," he replied, man of many words was all Claire could think of-that was unless you ended up doing something wrong.

She grabbed a few cups from the dishwasher and equally put them in spaced spots. They were diamond clean, and were made of glass. She wished she could actually eat from this place, but with a job like this...You have to earn it.

She fixed her hair tying it into a pontytail, then neatly curling it to form a bun. Before work started she wanted to look good for the occasion, of her work. She wanted her friends to come over and eat at her restaurant but Bailey and Meg had always denied her offer. She made one last phonecall to Meg. Maybe she'd come for dinner. And tell her boss that she was an exeptional worker and should be allowed to become a chef instead-because that was why she had applied for the job in the first place, not to become some lousy waitress. She loved decorating cakes and wished that she'd be able to give her gift to the public, but for now she wanted to hear her friends voice-who hadn't spoken to her in a while now. Besides they needed to catch up. She needed an update more like it-on the Moores and what's been going on with everyone lately and how Meg was doing.

"Meg, hi. Are you busy?" she asked, hoping to hear an answer on the other side of the line.

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MEG"It.s claire on sec... Hey." She mouthed soery to Will and listened." Yeah kind of." She asked Claire. Meg wedged the phone between ger shoulder and ear so shw could still cut food and dronk. She waires for Claire's reply feeling bad as sge was sat at the finnwr table with Will but she was on the phone. She chewed her lip painfullu whicj she did quite alot and it had cut her lip befo&ee but she nt learn.

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"It.s claide on sec... Hey." She mouthed soery to Will and listened. "How aee you?" She asked Claire. Meg wedged the phone between ger shoulder and ear so shw could still cut food and dronk. She waires for Claire's reply feeling bad as sge was sat at the finnwr table with Will but she was on the phone. She chewed her lip painfullu whicj she did quite alot and it had cut her lip befoee but she didnt learn.

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Hartley: She smiled. "Fine with me," she replied to him in a whisper. Her eyes were still closed and she breathed out another sigh. She let herself forget about work, forget about sick patients. "Baby...have I mentioned how much I love you recently?" She mumbled. Her eyes were closed and her breathing began to get slower. A few moments later, she fell asleep in his arms. (OOC: Sorry, I'm having a bit of Writer's Block)

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"Meg, I need you here! I'm practically dying. Can you like surrender your time to help a friend?... I need the money, ok?...Or else, I'm moving in with you or Bailey, Ok?"

Claire had told Meg about her job. She wanted this job so bad. But, maybe if Meg helped her...She could keep it. But for now-she knew she was going to be unemployed.

"Meg, your like a sister. How would you feel if Hartley or Bailey had lost their job? Can you come in to tell my boss about how well I cook in the kitchen, please?" She begged her friend, hoping she'd see what she was really craving for at the moment. She tried to be as quiet as possible, so her boss couldn't hear the conversation that he'd denied more than once for her to become a chef. Customers began to line up at the restaurant, macking a racket. So her voice became louder.

"I'm begging you!"

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”OK claire I will when do you need me predably give me at least half an hour.." Meg looked at Will acrosd the table. "Claire oll be at yours in forty minutes." She hung up and looked at Will. "Sorry I need to go after dinner." Shesaid pathwtically aproblem with Meg she can't say no mond you claire did need het help.She looked at Will and tried to smooth thibgs with a winning smile and "How wasyour day?"

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Bailey: The photo shoot ran late again. Bailey didn’t mind it too much since these things happen once in a while but she found her patience running thin as this had been the sixth time in a row a shoot had been held up. By the end of it all her feet felt sore from wearing high heels and she had a raging headache. Slipping on her regular clothes, a simple white dress shirt and dark jeans with a pair of comfortable and snug ankle boots, she headed out to her car ready to drive home. Or at least, that was the plan. On the last minute she turned and headed straight for her favorite club. Bailey needed a drink, badly. Just one would do. She didn’t like getting drunk; it made for horrible mornings and uncomfortable confusion. The few times she had willingly and purposely gotten drunk were emotional moments for her. Still, a good cold beer always seemed to dispel the stress of a rather long day for her so she kept going there.

Finally, she parked and made her way to the entrance. There wasn’t much of a line so it didn’t take long to get in. Bailey glanced around at the people who were dancing and tried to remember the last time she’d been out dancing. She’d come here more often these past few months but she’d never really come for the music or dancing. Maybe on her next time off she’d come just for fun. Heading for the bar she hopped on an empty stool. Bailey took a moment to rub the back of her neck then finally turned toward the bartender. She smiled slightly, tiredly but still smiled nonetheless, as she recognized the man. “Hi Jason, how are you tonight?”


Ashton: A nervous puff of air passed his lips as he fidgeted in the elevator up towards Nat’s place. Well, technically he was already in Nat’s place but he wasn’t really… there yet. Okay, that was the nerves talking, explaining, whatever. But then again, nerve’s don’t talk or explain for that matter. Unless it’s metaphorically speaking. Then that’s fine. Sort of. Maybe. Who knows. The ding of the elevator brought him out of his thoughts and he took a deep breath before stepping out into the hallway. Ashton shook himself for a moment to get rid of any leftover jitters before proceeding.

“Honey I’m home!” he called out with a chuckle. He spotted Nat on her bed and instantly smiled at the sight of her, his nerves vanishing in the air. Nerves? What nerves? No nerves here. Leaning down he gave her a soft kiss on the cheek before sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Hey beautiful, I missed you.” He said with a smile. Yes, he missed her. He’d had some classes with her at school only hours ago but that didn’t take the fact away that he did, in fact, miss her. School was school. You study, you hang and you learn. Outside school was the time he could be around his girlfriend without some teacher reprimanding him about stealing a kiss or holding her hand or just plain showing her some affection. No guy friends joking about how whipped he was. He didn’t mind all that really. He just liked having private moments with her. That wasn’t so bad was it? “How was practice?” he asked.

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"OK, Meg. Thank you so much! I'll see you in 30 minutes, ok? Right, gottcha. Bye."

As soon as the call was ended, Claire immediately ran up Meg's sister, Bailey. She needed more people to say how amazing she was at cooking for this job, the more "customers" that like her, the better. While dialling Bailey, the doors of the restaurant began to open-so she had to make this call quick.

"Hi, Bailey-It's Claire. I'm asking for an emergency - a favor, please?"

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Jason:

As she walked in, it felt like she stole all the air from his lungs. It became hard to breath and the whole room seemed to disappear but her. She as painfully beautiful, although it would seem she wouldn't know it. She walked up to him brown hair like silk, her eyes were tired but still glorious all the same. It was no wonder the girl was a model. She took a seat in front of him. At first it seemed she didn't notice him, she took her time sighing and unwinding from what looked like a tiring day. Finally those glorious eyes were looking right at him and flashing him one of those smiles he was crazy for.

"Hi Jason, how are you tonight?" She asked. He smiled back, immediately making her usual drink.

"Better now that my favorite customer is here," he joked. He sat the drink in front of her. "Rough day at work?"

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Will: He sighed silently. "Oh that's okay..." He was pretty disappointed that Meg spent all day at work and was now going to go out with her friend. But he acted like it didn't bother him, because he didn't want her to hold her back from going out. "Work was good," he said, managing a smile. He loved his job. It didn't really even feel like a job; he got to cook food all day and he loved every second of it. The difference between him and Meg--when he got home, his thoughts could forget about work. When Meg was home, her mind stayed at work. "The boss just introduced a bunch of new items to the menu, so today we got to try out all of the new recipes," he smiled.

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Bailey: "Better now that my favorite customer is here," he joked. "Rough day at work?" She smiled and nodded in affirmation. "You could say that." She murmured as she picked up the glass and stared at it for a moment. An amused smile stretched her lips. "I just wore high heels for 5 hours straight. In a dress that I didn't even like..." Taking a sip of her drink she closed her eyes with a satisfied groan. Opening her eyes again she stared at Jason for a moment in thought. Was he single? She'd never seen him with a permanent girl around. Plus, there was the fact he worked this late in the night. Bailey wondered, if Jason truly was single, why? He seemed like a remarkable guy. The type any woman would be lucky to have and the type that you'd never let go of. For a moment she pondered this before she realized she'd been staring at him for a while now. Her face flushed an attractive rose color of embarrassment before she looked down at her glass and took a big gulp.

Her phone rang to a familiar tune then, saving her from a possibly awkward explanation as to why she'd stared at Jason for too long. "Sorry." she murmured and sent him an apologetic smile before answering her phone. "Hi, Bailey-It's Claire. I'm asking for an emergency - a favor, please?" she heard her friend speak before Bailey could say hello. She smiled brightly and slightly curious. "Hello Claire. Emergency huh? What type of emergency slash favor are we talking about?" She asked as she took another sip from her drink.