“oh No Not Again” -me Waking Up

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paris let out a laugh and scrunched her nose hearing the woman mention haggis. “oh god. no!” she exclaimed and clutched at her chest. “the last time i had haggis i was with my mates and it was on a dare. probably the worst two seconds of my life.” she said and nearly gagged thinking about the awful food again. paris rolled her eyes again and sat quietly for a moment as nat assessed her, wasn’t that what therapists were for? “oh c’mon. if i needed dr. nathalie i would have said so?” she asked, raising a brow. “i don’t wanna talk about it, it’s stupid and childish and i’ll get over it i’m sure. so stop assessing me and try one of these!” she said as her order was brought out and paris ordered herself some boneless wings. “they’re to die for.” another distraction, right?

“I’ve met one person who genuinely likes the stuff. I don’t think I’ve spoken to them since,” Nathalie smirked. Overreactions over inconsequential things happened to be her strong point. Finished with her inspection, she raised her hands in mock surrender. ”Okay, okay, I won’t prod.” And she wouldn’t. She had more than enough thoughts and musings that she’d rather not bring to light. Taking one of the offered wings, she eyeballed it for a moment, “Are you going to hate me if I tell you I’ve never had one?” Nat took a tentative bite, expression falling blank. “These… are incredible. Help yourself to all of my fries.”

Hôtel de Monaco, 75007 Paris, France

On her list of chores for her day off, Nathalie hadn’t expected opening the door to a police officer to be one of them. Her arms were splattered with flour from her latest attempt at baking, and she could only imagine the state of her hair. Still, the brunette did her best to appear presentable, smoothing down her shirt as listened. “I’m sorry to inconvenience you with something stupid like this, officer,” she sighed, leaning against the doorframe. “You see, Mrs. Duncan and I have an... interesting relationship. She keeps cats, who often end up in my garden.” Nat nodded to the sad plot of dirt, only a single tomato vine crawling from the soil. She never claimed to have a green thumb. “So, my dog, Fionn, takes it as his job to bark at them through the window. Apparently, his barking spikes their ‘anxiety’.” As if knowing that they were talking about him, the whippet came to stand at her side. “I have to give it to her, though, I didn’t think she was ballsy enough to call the police over it.”

josephine stepped out of her police marked vehicle, not that she didn’t have enough work piled on, she was now taking calls from dispatch whilst on break, huffing and mumbling some grumpy nonsense. she started to roll up the path towards a house, she’d been dispatched to check out a noise complaint at this address, yet there was no blaring music or loud yelling. the brunette composed herself, knocked on the door whilst clearing her throat. “ hey, so what’s going on? there was a noise complaint at this address.  — were you being too loud? or is your neighbor a bit hysterical? since i’ve gotten seven calls in the last 15 minutes from them to this address. ”

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Catie was actually very excited to be on the decorating committee this year at the block party. Especially since it was her first block party in 10 years. Her mother always contributed when she was younger so it was so much fun to actually be a part of it now as an adult. She was very excited to be working with Nathalie. She never had an older sister figure and she had hopes that maybe this event would bring them close. Especially since she admired Nathalie’s career. If she wasn’t an artist/taxidermist maybe she would have used her degree in Biology to actually be a doctor. She sipped on her coffee and grabbed out her Ipad so she could doodle ideas as they came up with them. “Don’t forget daisies!” she added. “I do know how to make leis! It’s not that hard. We just need needles, thread, and lots of flowers. Think of it as sewing flowers together.” A light bulb then went off in Catie’s head, “since we’re doing leis– should we do a beach theme?” she asked. 

Has Nathalie ever been to a block party? No. Has she ever had an interest in them? Also no. But she was determined to throw a great one, and her determination was the unstoppable kind. It helped that her partner seemed happy to be participating, that energy was sure to speed up the process. With a nod, she scrawled ‘daisies’ onto her list. The florist was either going to love or hate her when she placed her behemoth order. “When you put it like that, I should be able to get a handle on it,” she hummed, offering a smile as she finally took a sip from her coffee. “Fun, quintessentially summer... beach theme it is.” Returning to her notepad, she wrote their theme in comically-large letters along with everything that came to mind with beaches. Surely she could find a couple of palm trees somewhere. “What made you go into art?” she asked while she wrote, glancing up a little, “If you don’t mind my asking.”

Nathalie slid a couple bucks across the bar, “Scotch on the rocks, thank you.” As of late, Klub Kiss had become her go-to for days when work was overly tedious. The busy days were exhausting, of course, but somehow not nearly as taxing as one surgery accompanied by stacks of paperwork. She discovered the club by accident, having driven past the establishment one too many times on her way home from the hospital.  She could submerse herself in the atmosphere and lighten her guard just a little. Somehow, the pulsing lights and throbbing base was soothing after a long day of sterile white lights and antiseptics. Taking her drink, and sliding the bartender a few more dollars for their quick work, Nathalie found her way to a booth off to the side. She swirled the ice around her glass, now taking the time to properly scan the club. It didn’t long before her gaze landed on a familiar face. Lennie. She had gumption, a confident freedom of spirit that was so unlike her own. It was admirable. The brunette had to bite back a grin at the first words out of her mouth. It didn’t hurt that Lennie seemed to make an extra effort with her. “I’m flattered. Although, unless you consider a wife’s tears of joy after I flawlessly corrected her husband’s aortic dissection, unfortunately, I didn’t have the pleasure. There’s always tomorrow,” she said around a smirk. There was something distinctly refreshing about being able to speak so bluntly. Not everyone was partial to her sarcastic tendencies. “How are you, I hope one of us had a more productive day?” She noticed the drink in her hand, quirking a brow, “Let me guess, another unwarranted arsehole.”

“yeah, i’ll like, super get you that drink right now,” lennie said, her voice exuding a certain sex appeal to it as she passed the man (completely not part of her VIP party, mind you) and felt her eyes threatening to roll back into her head and never return. lennie adored her job at klub kiss, but hated that most of the clientele where selfish, alcohol mongering idiots who only thought of one thing as they looked at her. she didn’t even have these issues whenever she was living in the bigger cities of the united states, but perhaps that was just the small town ‘charm’ everyone talked about. as she was ignoring the request for free drinks from the succubus of a man, her eyes fell on nathalie. she couldn’t stop herself from smirking at the image of her favorite klub kiss patron, one she never was directly supposed to cater to but always found herself gravitating towards regardless of the bustle of the night. regardless, lennie made her way to the bar, placing the order for the man’s unwarranted drink request, but instead of delivering it to him, she was making her way to nat. “hey, saw you come in,” she muttered, feeling a certain level of butterflies entering her body. she fucking hated that but it was a sacrificial feeling she was willing to make. “tell me all about your day. did you like, make anyone cry?” @nathxle​

Nathalie scoffed, leaning easily against the back of the booth. At this point in their friendship, she hardly batted an eye at the frequently vitriolic nature of their conversations. In truth, it was a relief to be completely unfiltered — even if it was only to fill the hour between surgeries. Today, an aortic stenosis would be waiting for her. The thought alone almost brought a smile to her face, until she remembered the utter bullshit being hurled her way. “Please, you bloody fucking donkey, I bet you think alkaline water actually changes body acidity.” Nat sipped her coffee dismissively, scowling down at the mug. Coffee, on the other hand, was very easily tainted. She offered the waiter a polite smile when they set the food down, waiting until they were out of earshot before continuing. No need to mar their image of two completely professional doctors sharing a friendly lunch. “Not all of us adults need ‘spring water fresh from mother nature’s arse’.”

vinnie leaned forward, feeling the diner table pressing against his stomach as he tried lowering his voice. “are you fuckin’ kidding me?” he quipped, voice laced with anger. vinnie knew that himself and natahlie were aware the anger shared between them was for fun, but that didn’t mean any of their surrounding peers did. “how the hell can you say that all bottled water tastes the same? are you a fuckin’ psychopath or?” his eyes glared forward at the raven haired girl before him, knowing that she was in the high tier of being a close friend to him - however, he also knew it might not be that obvious to everyone else. to them, they were two individuals in doctor wear, bickering about something that didn’t matter. but to them, it mattered immensely. “thank you,” vinnie said, changing his tone as soon as their lunch was delivered to them, right on time. he knew he needed to get back to his office in the next thirty minutes for his seventh appointment of the day. @nathxle​

text ⦿ anthony

[ nat:] Morning, pretty boy. I'm running late (don't start) so I'll make this quick

[ nat:] Do you know where I might procure decorations? You're more of the event-hosting type

[ nat:] And none of that papier-mâché bollocks, I don't want it to look like kindergarteners were in charge

The Cliffs of Moher, County Clare, Ireland