While Gill was on the phone with Chase, Bo tried to wipe away any remaining moistness that may have been left over on her face from crying. She hoped the puffiness in her eyes would subside by the time Chase arrived. After brushing off the wrinkles in her dress, she sat quietly as she waited for the chef to arrive.
Luckily Bo did not have to wait too long when she heard a knock on the front door, causing her to instinctively rise up from her seat and hurry over to open the door.
“That was fast,” she chuckled, leaning her hand against the door frame before stepping out of the way so Chase could enter. “I-I hope this isn’t too inconvenient for you.”
He seemed glad that the chef sounded eager to join them. He hadn’t really had anyone over for recreational purposes before, and it made him a bit inwardly giddy. While he waited for Chase to arrive, he decided to get the place a bit more comfy and maybe make a spot for them to sit in front of the TV in his room. He mostly just piled a bunch of blankets and pillows on the floor there. Perhaps.. while he was in here he should change into something more comfy before Chase arrived. “I’m going to change quick,” he informed Bo before shutting the door. He picked out some women’s pajamas he usually wears; it was a spaghetti strap gown-like one-piece that almost went down to his knees. He then put on some pink socks that matched it. Well, he felt more comfortable now.
He emerged just as Bo opened the door for Chase to come in. “Hello Chase. Glad you could join us. You can make yourself at home.” he said, relieving the chef of some of the desserts and bringing them into his room.
“Inconvenient?” He gave a smile and shook his head, “Oh, no, trust me, this is a pleasure. I don’t usually get calls at this sort of time asking to hang out, you know.” He never did, actually. This was quite the first. “That’s quite the pretty dress you’ve got on, by the way.” he stated, having taken notice of it.
As Gill approached, he also took notice of Gill’s clothing choice. But he didn’t really find much odd about it. Not what he would wear personally, but to each their own. He gave a nod of thanks as Gill took the desserts, but gave word of something as he did, “I apologize if I made too much, I hadn’t realized till I was walking over here.” he explained, sounding sincerely sorry. “You two can eat what you’d like, I can take the rest to my place afterwards.”
After he felt a bit settled, he gave a small look around. What exactly…do you do at these sort of things? He’s done these types of things with Rio, but when they were much younger. But he was guessing that playing make-believe wasn’t an age appropriate friend activity anymore. “…Is this, uh, a pajama thing? I believe I didn’t dress for the occasion…” he said with a quiet laugh, scratching the back of his neck.
While I love his volume at times, I find him extremely annoying and insufferable to be around. The others are right when they call him stupid.
I absolutely hate the idea, so I have no excitement towards having them if it’s so. But I’m also not nervous about it. Not nervous whatsoever.
Sold! (The Grundy County Auction Incident) || John Michael Montgomery
My mind told me I should proceed with caution,
but my heart said go ahead and make a bid on that.
He perked a bit when Chase answered. He actually wasn’t sure if the chef was still working or not. “Hello Chase. You make deliveries correct?” Gill asked. He was pretty sure he did, but it was always professional to ask.
“If so, I think Bo and I could use some desserts. A couple strawberry shortcakes, and perhaps some cheesecake and pudding. After that, if you’re not busy, I’d like you to make some orange cake for yourself and come join us, my treat. You’re almost done with work correct? I think Bo would certainly enjoy the company.”
“Deliveries?” He nearly asked it himself; they didn’t do those often. They did offer deliveries, however. “Yes, we can deliver.” He confirmed, grabbing a pen from his apron pocket as to write down what they wanted. As he did so, his hand stopped when hearing the offer. T-They wanted his company? Like, to hang out? As friends? Oh gosh.
“U-Um, yes, I don’t have much work here to do, so…I suppose I can hang around with you two.” he replied, closing his notebook as to hold the phone properly to his ear. “I…would love to, actually.” He confessed, finding it quite a fun idea. “I’ll arrive with the sweets shortly, but…don’t bother going to get a wallet. This is free of charge.” He gave a chuckle, “Just don’t tell Hayden.”
Chase quickly hung up, wanting to get to work on the desserts as quickly as possible. He didn’t want them to wait. But there seemed to be no wait, as he managed to cook the food in a short amount of time, quickly finding himself putting them in a basket to bring over. As he walked from the Bar to the Town Hall, he realized he…may have cooked too much then what they ordered. One whole strawberry shortcake, two whole cheesecakes, and three orders of pudding. However, the orange cake was made in just two slices. Perhaps he got carried away in wanting to please the two…
As he got to the door, he lifted his free hand to lightly knock on the town hall’s door. “Hello? It’s Chase.”
He started to wipe away his tears. After he’s relatively calmed down, he continued talking. “Chase.. You know, if you do tell anyone, I would recommend him. He’s a very caring person. I used to have a bit of a not-eating problem, and he sat me down to make me eat. We weren’t even very good friends at that point.”
He smiled in return. “Really, it’s the least I can do for you Bo. You’ve done more for me than anyone I’ve known. I remember a time I thought it was impossible for me to even make friends, let alone ones that are as close as family. Now I don’t know what it’d be like without you around.”
He got a little shocked when she took his hands and gave him a peck on the cheek. His cheeks and ears probably got a bit red. He quickly had to remind himself it was platonic as he gave a bit of a grin. “W-well, I’m happy to be here for you.”
“You know, I’m pretty sure he does. I’ll give him a call, and we’ll get some cakes and get comfortable. It can be like a sleep over,” he said. He rubbed her hair a bit before going over to their phone, and dialing up Chase.
Chase had been mindlessly wandering around Brass Bar, either cleaning, cooking to pass time, or just sitting down. It had been a slow night, which left Chase hopelessly bored. Despite how he liked his relaxation work was a time for work. Having nothing to do made him quite restless. When he heard the ring of the bar’s telephone, he took the chance and quickly stood up to answer it.
“Brass Bar, this is Chase, how may I help you?” he asked, leaning his elbow on the counter as he rested the phone between his shoulder and side of his head. He usually wouldn’t, but he also had to write down anything if somebody was going to order. It was his guess that he looked silly doing this, but…
i quite like myself
slouched over a television with a broken remote,
pale skin alive with glowing colours
at 3:33 in the morning
i think i am at my best
when i am hovered
over the kitchen sink just after dark
running hot water
over my raw fingers
i feel great
when i am sprawled across my bed
crying before i even wake up
sun pushing, unwanted,
through a dirty window
i am very happy with who i am
i say aloud in the car
while i consider driving into a tree
i am very happy with who i am