-Redeems Points- [Midori]

[Darryl Bond]

The walk from the flower store was pleasant, and while they kept up the friendly banter during the walk, Darryl would have much rather driven her and the flowers in a four wheeled, preferably front wheel drive vehicle that wasn't...well wasn't the Shoe Leather Express. But, he figured with his teacher's salary, he couldn't really afford a car payment.(despite how many zeroes that were in his savings account) And he had to stay fit somehow, right? So why not walk to work?

After he had given her a rather short tour through the living room, designed comfortably with a glass top coffee table, wide and flat screen tv and entertainment system, a sectional couch that wrapped around the back wall, that had a couple of movie posters (two were movies he had been in himself). But then it was straight through to the kitchen, where he offered to get her a water if she felt the need for one, but then gave her free rain over the fridge during the course of today. Then it was out into the garage where he had to manually open the garage door (what was the use of an automatic when you didn't have a car to park everyday). And then he set the flats down outside and dug around his garage, which was really just a glorified garden shed, until he found the proper hand trowels they would need to dig in the dirt.

He had already laid out the tarps and the mulch and the dirt, so all they needed to do was plant them. He turned with an excited smile towards Midori. "Ready?" He asked happily.

[Midori Hawkins]

Mii was quite used to walking everywhere. Pilot Ridge wasn’t so huge that you needed a car. Granted, she had one, but she didn’t use it all that often. Mostly for bigger grocery store runs, or picking up larger items for her still rather empty house. (It wasn’t home yet. She knew that. But she was working on it.) Belatedly, she wondered if she should have brought it. Oh well. Too late now. And the walk had brought good company. She actually found herself relaxing a bit more with Darryl. He was friendly, and how could she not fall into an easy, playful conversation?

She’d followed him through the house, impressed with his designing skills. Not many men had that particular skill. Especially single men. It seemed comfortable, and modern. She liked it. She’d been surprised that the movie posters were actually for movies Darryl had been in, and had listened to the stories attached to them before moving on. Though she declined the water, she’d promised to help herself when she was ready. Which left only the planting to do. She eagerly followed him into the garage and waited for him to find the tools they needed. Once they had them, it was an easy answer.

“Of course I am. Just tell me where you want them.” Unlike most women, she didn’t mind getting dirty. Clothes washed, as did skin. “Where do you want to start?”

[Darryl Bond]

Darryl rubbed his hands together thoughtfully as he though about which to put down first. There were more Pansies than Snap Dragons, six flats full of flowers that needed grounding. He looked at the walkway that was begging him to give it some flowers. The ugly patch of black screamed at his sense of beauty and he wanted to correct it immediately. He nodded towards the stairs first, seeing as he couldn't really think of a more efficient way of doing it than just starting at one end and working towards the other.

"Snap Dragons first, then." He said taking one of the flats out of the box and the he walked with it in his hands to the steps. He sat with his knees in the ground, because he really wasn't young enough to do it Indian style anymore. And he picked up one of the hand trowels and started to dig himself a spot to put in the flowers.

[Midori Hawkins]

Mii was perfectly content to follow Darryl’s lead. Hooking her hands in her back pockets, she studied the flats of flowers, wondering how he wanted them arranged. Once he made the decision, she picked up the other flat and put it on the ground, then “stole” one of the trowels. It would go faster if they both worked on it. (As long as she didn’t make a mistake in the placement, that was always a possibility.) She could see that the dirt needed color, and that was what she was here for. To provide a little color.

“Dragons around the stairs? Pretty.” She smiled as she settled down on the ground (Indian style, the little show off) and began to dig as well. It was actually nice, having company while doing this. It was someone to talk to, at least. “So how do you like teaching at Hammel? I’ve heard some of the kids are real nightmares.” She’d heard horror stories, mostly from Eli (books being set on fire… dinosaur obsessions…), and she was glad her involvement with them ended more or less the moment they reached the school.

[Darryl Bond]

Darryl used the mini-shovel to dig a circle in the mulch, until he hit the mulch then he lifted the flower up, root and all and then placed it in the hole, filling in the hole. "I think of it as a metaphor. 'This premises be guarded by Dragons' and all that." The fact that she sat Indian Style wasn't lost on him, and he fought back a rather mature tongue that wanted to stick itself at her. He took the high road and just narrowed his eyes at her a little before he turned back to his work. He chuckled a little as he began work on the second flower. He hummed a bit to himself, because Darryl was never one for science. He looked up, however, when she asked him about teaching. He grinned a little.

"I couldn't ask to teach something I was better at, so I'm pretty glad there. I didn't get stuck with a job I didn't specialize in like I heard rumors of." He paused for a moment to place the flower in its new home. Then he picked back up. "Some of the students in my class obviously took it to act like a fool and get a grade for it. I can't necessarily blame them, when I thought that way too, but that don't treat the subject with...well with respect. I figured I'd bore them to death for a while with book work and then start introducing the improvisation games." Darryl grinned a little, it was a dirty trick, but it might show the students how easy theater isn't. Darryl knew if he taught the class extremely seriously, he'd put them off instantly. You couldn't put a frog in boiling water, after all.

"And how is recruiting? I know I already asked, but I am pretty interested in it." He said looking up from his work to smile at her a bit. He looked back down and moved on to the next flower.

[Midori Hawkins]

Planting the flowers was almost a meditative thing for Midori. Dig the hole, place the flower, cover it up, It was mindless, calming. The only difference now was that she was expected to hold up her end of a conversation. “That’s clever. Apart from the fact that Snap Dragons aren’t so threatening.” She grinned, gently stroking a finger along the petals before moving on to her next flower. “I like that metaphor, though.” The idea of being protected in general was appealing to her. Then again, she’d grown up with two very protective older brothers. And she knew her best friend to be protective, to a degree. (Though when they were younger, she was more protective of him.)

“Well, I can’t imagine Hammel wanting a better teacher for drama than an actor. They’re lucky.” Mii didn’t think she’d be able to stand up in front of a class and teach, otherwise she might have gone for a teaching license instead. What she could have taught, she wasn’t sure. English, maybe. But she liked her job. It seemed like Darryl did, too. “Of course they would. They’ll do anything for easy credits.” The students now were so different to how she’d been as a student, and that hadn’t even been that long ago. “I’m glad you have ways of keeping them in line. It seems logical to learn the theories before you leap into something new, anyway.” With the students she knew of, she figured if any of them made appearances in Darryl’s class, he’d have his hands full.

She was working on her fourth flower when he asked about her own job. Mii smiled, leaning back and brushing her hair behind her ears. “I like it. I see some interesting places, and meet some great families. So far, they’ve all been really understanding. But there’s been a few students that I’m glad my involvement ends when we get to the school.” Nobody too terrible, but misbehaved enough to make her wish for Advil at the end of the day.

[Darryl Bond]

Darryl also thought it was almost like meditating, or even therapeutic. It was a great place for Darryl to lose himself in his work, and just...be, not really think. Of course he was also one to not work in silence when a person was nearby, which was why he seemed chatty. He didn't want the silence between them to be awkward, or at least become awkward over the period of time they spent together planting the flowers. He smiled at what she said, "it is the imagination that counts, right?" He asked, because according to that children movie (by Tom Burton <3), Snap Dragons could be rather vicious plants. Much more so than the neighborhood Daisy or Petunia. In the sense of being the 'protector' or the relief of being 'protected', Darryl was in the middle. He didn't swell up and beat his chest whenever some stranger came near him, and whenever someone chose to stick up for him, in Darryl's defense, he usually chose to let them. Darryl wasn't a physical guy by any means, but he was sure that when (or if) he found something he considered worth protecting, than he would do it to the best of his ability.

Darryl grinned at her compliment (was it a compliment, or was Darryl just that conceited?), and chuckled a little. "I do what I can." He decided to take the humble route in the event that it wasn't a compliment, because he didn't want to look like a total ass. Though, it really wasn't a bad thing to know that you are good at what you do. Darryl would even go so far as to admit that he was probably one of the best actors that he had met. But mostly because he was biased, and had something they all didn't have; his mimicking power. It's OK though, he never held that against anyone. "They are so lazy." Back in Darryl's day (god, he was old enough to say that) people cared about their futures and worked towards college. Not like kids to day that only went to school because it was against the law otherwise. And to her other point, he lifted on hand from the dirt and moved it outwards slowly. "Exactly. Of course they'll just see it as punishment for something, but it's not really about if they like it or not, but if they learn anything or not." Darryl felt pretty smug about himself, now, because Midori, who seemed like a very bright woman, agreed with him in his method, which made him believe it was fool proof. Too bad Darryl is the teacher, right?

He had just patted the ground around his fourth when she started to answer him. He sat back on his ankles for a moment, to give his back a break. The more he learned about the job, the more it appealed to him. Don't get him wrong, he loved his job, but a recruiters job just seemed more...well awesome. The chance to travel and actually do some good in the world. Get new metas to where they needed to be. Ease their suffering. Save them from their horrible parents. In Darryl's opinion anyway. If Darryl's parents could do what they did to him then other parents would do it to their children, and Darryl felt...something. He felt like he needed to be out their saving them from their narrow-minded and judgmental families. "It just appeals more and more everyday." Darryl didn't actually see him transfering jobs, anyhow. He just liked to think he could if he wanted to. Besides, if Darryl wasn't teaching Drama, than who would? Every school needed a Drama department. No, as wishful as he was thinking, Darryl knew his place was in that musty classroom.

[Midori Hawkins]

The only part of their task that worried Mii was the fact that this was Darryl’s yard, and she feared messing up her work. Then again, she was good at this, and she couldn’t see him freaking out over the fact that maybe not all the snap dragons were perfectly spaced apart. Talking to someone while she worked was nice. It reminded her of working with her mother, or even her brothers, if she’d managed to rope them into helping her. But Darryl wasn’t her brothers. She was finding it nice to make friends within the Hammel staff. “Of course it counts.” And the metaphor still stood.

It was a bit of a compliment. Mii could admit that. Really Hammel couldn’t do better for a drama teacher than a real actor, and one that had attended Hammel in his youth. Darryl would understand the kids. And she supposed if he could inspire just one of his students, his efforts would be worth it in the long run. His comments about the students made her burst out laughing, however. “Lazy in class, maybe. I’ve heard stories about some of them. They’re not so lazy when it comes to inventing ways to alleviate boredom. It’s just schoolwork they can’t be bothered to do.” She hadn’t been that way either. She’d worked hard in her classes at Hammel, and at college. “I’m sure they will, with you at the helm.” Okay, maybe that was one a compliment. She smiled and went back to tending to the flowers. She had five in now.

When Darryl sat back, Mii moved her hands away from the dirt, giving him her full attention as she spoke. She didn’t mind her job. Sure, if left some things to be desired. It made having pets difficult (no way was she going to dump a pet on Eli or James every time she had to go out of town), and relationships would be hard to maintain. She knew that. It was one reason she hadn’t really sought out anything romantic since she’d moved to Pilot Ridge. How James had been able to keep up his relationship with Chase while still travelling, she would never know. But at least, if it became something she needed to worry about, she had someone to go to for advice. “Really? It was never something I had pictured myself doing. Not until I actually came back. If I wasn’t so nervous about public speaking, I might have considered being a teacher.” She shrugged and went back to digging, her sixth flower finding its’ home in the dirt.

[Darryl Bond]

As long as Midori didn't rip the heads off of the flowers, then he really couldn't care less about how she put them in the ground. Nature didn't have flowers growing in perfect lines that had equal spaces between them. Nature grew in weird clusters and patterns because of how the bees and butterflies pollinated them. Darryl wasn't one of those anal type of people that demanded symmetry in the little things like his garden. His house was only as symmetrical as it was because all his furniture was from L.A. and his girlfriend at the time had picked it all out. She was an interior decorator after all. He looked up and grinned at her as she agreed with him. He was glad to see she wasn't the type just to oppose opinions just to argue. Darryl had met several people like that in the past. All they wanted to do was argue about random and very pointless things.

"If they spent half the effort that they did trying to make a scene in class, or to argue with their teachers, then they'd be good students. With only half of that effort. Up to a point, I can understand it, but it's like they have no idea how much they are ruining their lives be goofing off now and not learning anything." Darryl really hated seeing these people just throwing it away, though honestly he knew his class wasn't required to graduate--it was an elective--but it was that fact that they acted like they did that clued him off to how they acted elsewhere. They were seniors and not the least bit prepared for life after graduation--that is even if they are ready to graduate. It was ridiculous and it actually got on Darryl's nerves quite a bit. Darryl definitely had fun in high school..but only after that last class bell. And even with all his effort, school wasn't that easy for him. College wasn't much of a cakewalk either, but at least he was prepared for it. These kids; definitely not!

Darryl would probably absolutely love the 'not being in one place for a long time' sort of thing. He loved the new environments, meeting the different people, and just changing the scenery every now and then. Since he actually owns the house he lives in now, he can change whatever he wants about it, which is good, because back in L.A., he couldn't afford his own house and he rented a loft apartment. I digress, the level of commitment that came with being a recruiter was like the forbidden fruit that wasn't actually all that forbidden. But, like Midori had said, who out there was better to teach the drama class then Darryl? No one. He grinned at what she said, "I could see you being a great teacher. The kids would love you." He smiled, knowing she would be the type to really get to know her students and treat them all as individuals instead of one class, as a whole. That was, of course, after she got over her public speaking fears.

[Midori Hawkins]

There would be no flower ripping today. Midori was always careful with them. Like it or not, flowers were living things, as much as a puppy or a person was. She actually liked to put the flowers in unevenly. It gave a natural look to things. She smiled as she pressed the dirt around another flower, gently touching the petals before moving on. She was almost done with her flat now. Only a few more to go, and they could move onto the pansies. That was one thing she liked about this work. It could go as fast or as slow as you wanted it to.

“Oh, I know. But don’t try telling them that. They’ll never believe it. My brother, Zach, he’s just like them. In college, older than me, and still living like a frat boy. Drinking, parties, and very, very little school work. It’s a miracle he hasn’t just dropped out.” At least he’d made it to college. Granted, it was on their parents’ money, which was likely why he was such a slacker. Still, Midori missed him. Stupid antics and all. She remembered attending Hammel, and after she’d left, she’d realized just how much of the world wasn’t taught in a classroom. If these kids weren’t even paying attention to the bare minimum, Darryl was right. No way would they be ready to make it in the real world.

Mii loved her job. There wasn’t any way around it. She loved it. She loved seeing new places, she loved meeting new students, teaching them that they were not, in fact, freaks, but meta humans. If they were having a hard time believing it, she’d show them. Some parents reacted well. Most of the time, it didn’t come to that. (Really, it was a bit of a shock, having a grown woman turn into a small dog in your living room.) She glanced at Darryl in a flustered, surprised way. “No… they really don’t even listen to me now. There’s one that keeps asking me to shift into a raptor for him. Not that I could, even if I wanted to. But he doesn’t take no for an answer.” She shrugged and finished with the last flower in her flat. “This side is done, by the way. What’s next?”

[Darryl Bond]

Darryl had no doubt that Midori wouldn't rip the flowers, so he wasn't even concerned in the slightest. He actually trusted her soft hands over his meaty and slightly clumsy ones anyway. He worked as quickly as he felt safe with, though, and was pretty matched up with her speed. From what he saw from glancing between them, was that they didn't have that many more to go. He smiled a little to himself as he worked. He looked up for a moment, just to check the location of the clouds, if there were any. The sky was still pretty clear, so he wasn't to worried about it.

He nodded his head. "It's like responsibility is an alien concept that doesn't apply to them. I wish there was just one thing I could do--or anyone could do to get through them! It'd save them years of trouble." Darryl had to stay serious in college because he didn't get money from his parents to go to college, he got scholarships and grants, and thank the lord for FAFSA. He couldn't really have the full college experience because of that, but he didn't mind, he had made quite a bit of money. Darryl believed that those first few college classes, all the orientations and financial classes should be taken in high school, even if a student isn't planning on going to college.

"A raptor?" Darryl asked with a bemused smirk, that might just be the same student that constantly asked him to talk in a pirate voice. Darryl refused, because he wasn't a toy for the students to be amused at. However, if they were doing an activity that required the voice of a character...say a pirate, then Darryl would. But not just to give the student something to laugh at. "That would get annoying." He agreed with her, though he didn't have a solution to her problem. He would suggest avoid the student, but what sort of image would that portray? He looked up as he finished his last flower to see that she had as well and he stood slowly, putting his hands on his knees as he did.

He nodded his head towards the Pansies and smiled a little. "We give the Pansies their new home, unless you want to break for drinks? Either is fine with me." He smiled as he waited to see what she'd rather do.

[Midori Hawkins]

Who know that having small, gentle hands would be a good thing? Though she was careful, gentle, she was also efficient. It was a good day to be outside, the last phases of summer were giving them a nice little heat wave. Perfect weather for planting, in her opinion. It wasn’t overly hot, with the cool breeze going, but definitely warm enough. Maybe the black t-shirt hadn’t been such a good idea after all.

“Responsibility is the last thing on their minds, which is kind of scary. I don’t know if it’s their attitudes, or how they’re being raised. I think it has to be them. I mean, me and my oldest brother are pretty responsible. We always have been. But Zach has to be missing some vital chromosome or something. He’s as bad as these kids, and at least ten years older than most of them.” She rolled her eyes. She’d gone through school just fine. Applied herself, gone to college. Corbin had done one better, and gone to university to study law. Now he was a good lawyer, and had a family. All the things Zach didn’t want, in one place. Maybe it was time to give up on him. “Maybe you’ll figure something out. You could always... I don’t know. Get them to improvise about their futures, maybe? See how far off track they really are?” She knew nothing about drama. It was probably a terrible idea. “If they’re still fantasizing about being superheros, we know we’re in trouble.”

She sighed, poking at the dirt below her fingers gently. “Yes, a raptor. Which I can’t even do. I know he causes problems elsewhere. Vincent, I think his name is. If he’s in your class... I’m really, really sorry.” Not that Vincent was her kid to apologize for. (God, that would be awful, having a kid like him.) “He drives me crazy.” If only they actually had a shapeshifter on staff that could do extinct animals. Then the kid could go pester them. Mii only did fur. ... Small furry things, but furry things regardless. No scales. That was Willow’s department.

She followed suit as Darryl stood up, stretching slightly. While just finishing the job was tempting, drinks were more so. She was hot, and ready for a little break. “Drinks actually sound good.” She didn’t even care what he had.

[Darryl Bond]

Darryl, in his jeans and T-shirt, wasn't all that hot from working in the sun, but he would prefer to get out of it for a bit before he started to sweat and his shirt stick to him. It was just a bit gross. He was glad the weather had cooperated with them this far, and he hoped it held out throughout the afternoon as well, so they could finish with the Pansies, since each flower wasn't by itself, but in a small...bush, it would take a bit longer to move them, and there were four flats of them instead of just two. That didn't really matter to Darryl, though, he was enjoying Midori's company, and it seemed as if she enjoyed his as well, so why rush to end the evening, right?

That was probably the thought that gave him the idea--I'll explain more later. "I would chalk it up to bad parenting, but that doesn't help anyone. Students should be able to realize that once school was over they weren't automatically going to have that job they wanted, or magically go to the college their parents went to. Life doesn't work that way." Unless of course the child came from a rich, blue-blood family. But those kids didn't really count, though, since they were raised in that sort of fantastical environment were---he was rambling in his mind. He looked up and grinned a little at Midori and her suggestion of an exercise. "It might work for one or two of them, but I'm sure Rixon will insist he will be an actual super hero, or whatever his doped out brain comes up with." Darryl was pretty sure he wasn't actually supposed to talk about his students that way, but that one student stuck out in his mind the most of not having a future. He just didn't care, and it really grated on Darryl's patience and nerves. He looked up as she mentioned the name of the student that haunted him but he didn't recognize the name. He didn't have him, at least, which maybe was a good thing, he wasn't sure if he could deal with both Rixon and this Vincent in one class, or even two separate ones. He felt pretty bad that he kept harassing her, but he still didn't have a solution to tell her and he didn't want to seem insincere by just apologizing. "No, I don't have him, I am pretty sure. It sounds like I'd know him if I did as well. At least he won't be here forever, right?" Darryl asked, deciding at least to be optimistic in the matter.

In Darryl's mind there were some words that when used correctly (or incorrectly, depending on your point of view), meant less....innocent things. Like, for instance, Midori said 'drinks' instead of 'a drink,' or even 'lemonade.' So what Darryl's mind translated 'drinks' into meaning something more alcoholic. Was this a problem? To Darryl it wasn't, but if Midori was aware of the small difference in Darryl's language she probably would be. So he lead her inside, though he paused at the door to remove his shoes so he didn't track dirt across his house. He washed his hands in the kitchen sink as his mind came up with millions of different things that he shouldn't be thinking. After he dried his hands on a cloth towel he moved towards the fridge to look inside. Darryl had a bit of a habit that when he opened the fridge door, he also opened the freezer door because the doors met in the middle. It was just something Darryl got into the habit of doing.

So on the one hand, there was lemonade, on the other hand, there was some vodka in the freezer. Which he didn't particularly like, but he was aware of the rum in the cabinet. "There is lemonade." He said looking over her fridge door at her with a small smile, "there is also some rum." He smiled a little devilishly, but not too much. "What do ya say to a drink? Just one, to make the rest of the evening more...enjoyable?" He asked, treading on some very uneven and rocky ground. Hopefully he didn't step too far, though.

[Midori Hawkins]

Yes, Darryl’s company was enjoyable enough. At the very least, he hadn’t been flirting with her. Not that she’d noticed, anyway. Some guys were impossible to deter, but it seemed that he wasn’t one of them. He didn’t come on strong, and that was a nice change. In the back of her mind, she knew that dating maybe wasn’t such a good idea. Not right now, with her job. But having Darryl as a friend was certainly a viable option.

“Makes me worry for the future, if this is what these kids are like now. Of course, I could blame bad parenting, but I’m not a parent. I’m not sure how hard it is to raise kids.” Naturally, she’d watched her mother, but being the youngest of three didn’t help much. In her eyes, her parents had done a good job. And yet Zach was still a bit of a screw up. Oh well. One out of three wasn’t bad. She grinned at Darryl when he didn’t automatically shoot down her idea. But the news that he had at least one student that was, well, for lack of a better word, immature, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea. “Wow. You actually have a student that bad? Please don’t tell me he goes to class doped out.” She’d heard rumors, yes, of students doing drugs on campus. But to actually go to class like that? Wow. At least he didn’t seem to have her personal irritant in his classes. “Well, at least you don’t have him, then. Apparently he likes to hang out with a herd of troublemakers, and any class they’re in together is hell.” As far as graduating, she just shrugged. It wasn’t her job to look at the students’ academic statuses. She just had to round them up and bring them back.

Semantics. So much fun, how words can mean such different things to different people. Mii’s use of the word had been nothing but innocent. How Darryl interpreted it… not so much. She wasn’t really much of a drinker. Certainly not anything hard. She followed him inside, pushing off her own shoes at the door and headed to the kitchen. She waited for access to the sink, glad for the chance to get the dirt off of her hands. She wasn’t prissy, but she liked to be clean. After drying her hands, she turned to see where her host had disappeared to.

He hadn’t gone far. But the way he had both doors open, she had a nice view of the vodka. The thought didn’t even cross her mind until he suggested it. A little drink? Well… she thought about that. One the one hand, it was just one drink. No harm. On the other, it would delay the work, and she might get giggly… oh screw it. She was a grown woman. “You know what? That sounds good. Um… I’m not much of a rum fan, but if you mixed a little vodka with the lemonade, I wouldn’t complain.”

[Darryl Bond]

Darryl was rather pleased with the direction the day had been going. They had gotten to know each other, a little. They didn't have any awkward silences and their progress with the small garden was going along greatly. He hoped the friendly atmosphere continued and he didn't sour it up by saying or doing the wrong thing, because he would hate to see it go. Darryl had an aversion to being alone, really. His parents and his siblings were always fluttering around him, fawning over him so he always had attention. But he also never liked being on his own because of that constant attention. He didn't really know how to behave by himself. He had gotten...used to it lately, but he preferred to be with people.

"I hope it really is just a phase and after they realize their mistakes they buckle down so that they next generation isn't doped out and probably behind on the month's rent." He rolled his eyes to the idea, but he realized she did have a point. Darryl didn't know what it was like to raise a kid, he just remembered being a kid, and how angry his parents always seemed at his siblings for the things they did. Even though his brother and sister just turned out to be just like his parents. "I would be willing to bet I have seen him high more than not. It is pretty sad." And now that he thought about it...maybe these two teenagers were the ones that had caused Morgan so much trouble. Darryl felt relieved he didn't have the two together, but was sorry that Morgan had to put up with them on a daily basis. There really wasn't a solution for those two...they just didn't seem to get it.... Hopefully, though, one day they would realize and just...mature. It was a faint hope, but Darryl had to remain optimistic or he would become a severally jaded and apathetic teacher.

Semantics really was a curious thing, and how people interpreted things were even more interesting. Darryl knew he didn't have the cleanest mind out there, but he also knew he was a man, and men all generally interpreted things the same way. He did his best to keep it in check, but some times, like just a moment ago, his mind got away from him. It really wasn't a...huge problem, but sometimes it did get a drink tossed on him, or a slap. Good memories. Well...some of them, anyway.

As he went to the cabinet to withdraw their drinking glasses, he looked over his shoulder and nodded, "sounds splendid. I'll have that ready for you." He smiled as he took the vodka out of the freezer and the pitcher of lemonade. He mixed her drink first, knowing the right amount to mix so there wasn't too much bite to it, and it was easier to swallow. After the drink was made, he put the drinks back in the freezer and fridge accordingly, he poured himself a glass of the rum. After he put his back to the counter and held out her drink for her, a friendly smile on his face.