I’m pretty over whatever it is that’s going ‘round…
The daredevil’s phone hummed on the arm of the couch next to him. He read over Billie’s message and tapped out his reply with a ringed middle finger. ‘Let me know where you’re at and I’ll get a cab over. PS: If scarves are inappropriate, they can call the fashion police on both of us. I don’t go anywhere without at least one scarf.’
After pushing send, Bam stepped into a pair of Adio shoes and dialed a cab company. He figured he’d have her response by the time his cab arrived. Bam then pulled his hood up, slid his sunglasses on, and strolled downstairs and outside. He dug through a pocket until he located his cigarettes and propped one between his lips, lighting it with a Zippo. Waiting wasn’t one of his virtues. Bam wasn’t really sure he had any virtues left.
The reply text came through quicker than she expected, sending vibrations through her arm from where the phone rested against her elbow as she took another swig from her near sickly sweet coffee. It was a miracle she didn’t have diabetes or other sugar level based health problems from the way she took the drink on the regular. Setting the paper cup down, fingers of one hand tapping out to the beat of the music playing through the industrial-esque coffee shop, the actress picked up the freshly silenced phone, bringing up the new message and scanning it before a new one was sent.
[ to: bam ] : Brickyard Coffee & Tea 675 W G Street. I'll move to an outdoor table so you see me and even buy you a sandwich.
[ to: bam ] : P.S. it's not a true party until the fashion police are called. Or any police, in my experience. Am I to old to say that?
She hadn’t touched the one she had bought, turkey on white wheat, save to carry it over in the pristine white plate and perhaps that was why she had bought it, subconsciously preparing to give it to someone and with that in mind her phone was slipped into her pocket before hands were grasping her coffee and the sandwich plate and Billie was standing, heading through the doors and moving to claim an outdoor table as her own.
Ah, that sounds fun! Can never go wrong with alcohol and a party - even if you crashed it. I just hung out at some bar somewhere, had a
fewlot of drinks, met some cool intoxicated strangers. The usual New Years for me.
That’s always fun, intoxicated strangers. No drunken grabs though, yeah? That takes it from fun ‘ta…yanno… boundary crossing.
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[ tenninch 8:57 pm ] WHAT?! WHEN?!?!
[ bills 10:55 pm ] False alarm apparently sad pancake But it was all over for a bit until someone capped the chick assumed to be her
He could tell, by the way she held her head and the grin that she gave him that she wasn’t that upset about having made him a TARDIS gingerbread house. He loved it and he was more than willing to let her know that as often as she needed to hear it. He hugged her tightly once more before completely releasing her from his grip and picked up the cardboard that held the house on it carefully, making sure not to move too fast or drop it and destroy her efforts. He moved it to the counter on the other side of the room, over near the stove and still visible for everyone who was to come into the kitchen. “I don’t think I’m going to eat that. It’s too nice and I like it too much that I think I am just going to keep it for decoration here in the kitchen” he teased her with an easy grin. It was so nice to be spending time with her like this once again. He really had missed her. If he were honest, their relationship was the longest one he had ever had with anyone save his family. Even his relationship with Georgia, who he had thought he would last forever with, hadn’t been as long standing as the relationship he had with the woman standing in front of him and who had made him a TARDIS blue gingerbread house. He smiled as he turned to face her once again after giving one last passing glance over the gingerbread house.
"Don’t you dare smack my arse, my arse is off limits to the likes of you." She stated with a fake glare, a hand snaking down to cover her rear as if to protect it from any chanced attacks before it lowered and she was shaking her head at a mixture of both of their words, already so very at ease was she. "If I feel your hands anywhere near my arse, yours will get the same treatment-only it won’t be gentle." A warning light in her eyes and though it was just as forged as the glare that had been shot Davids way her words rang true. An eye for an eye might make the whole world blind, but a tap for a tap would do no harm, would only bring forth entertainment - if done in the correct environment of course and seeing as how they were on their own time? It couldn’t get any more correct in her opinion.
Sugar cookies were easy to make, as were chocolate chip and she had grown up making them herself when her mother had been less than up to the simple task for her children and she nodded at the information, already planning ahead with directions she knew by heart as she moved to examine the cookie cutters that had been pointed out. “Festive.” She stated with a smile on her words if not on her visage, one finger reaching out to trace along the beveled edges of a green metal tree, before turning to watch as he started mixing ingredients with a steady eye, the gaze of someone who had watched others do the exact thing he was countless times in her years. “I wasn’t gonna say anything.” She stated, trapping a laugh in her throat and lifting her hands up in the air as a sign of surrender. “Though we all know you love my judgy eyes, how else would I have gotten you do try so many different things?” A lift of a dark brow, teasing, challenging him to say otherwise before she was glancing down at her trainer clad feet. A quick glance, a mere moment of divided attention but it seemed that that brief opening was all that was needed before he moved.
Billie Piper filming Penny Dreadful on Oct. 30th