Flyer for Mr. Adams -Danny Tags Riley-

[Danny Silverman]

Riley's Flyer

Danny was looking for a job. No surprise there. He’d spent a lot of his savings getting to this little town. Pilot Ridge… he liked it already. He’d missed the east coast. California was all well and good, but he didn’t like how warm it was all the time. He’d missed the changing of seasons, and the small-town atmosphere that was so obvious here. It hadn’t been really easy to find a place to live. The town was awfully expensive and full for not having anything more important than some fancy private school. But he’d found a place eventually: a little studio apartment with plenty of wide-open spaces for him to do his work. He’d set up all his supplies and had gotten the furniture arranged to his liking, and was now quite pleased with his cozy little place. Now he only had one other step.

Finding work.

Finding someone to build models for had been pretty easy when in LA. Keeping the job hadn’t always been great, but at least he’d known where to look. But it had been a couple of days since he’d moved in, and he still hadn’t found even a hint of a job. But Danny was patient, and had just kept wandering around, learning his way about the town even while he looked at flyers and distributed his resume and portfolio to anyone who looked like they’d want it.

That was how he’d found the flyer currently in his hand. “Patching Adams,” landscaping business. He liked the name. It had made him laugh when he’d seen it and still made him chuckle whenever he looked down at it. He was actually just looking for a model builder, which pleased Danny. It always was nice to actually fill a position instead of going to look for one. Plus, he’d bet there weren’t many professionals in this area. Not that he’d want to cheat anyone else out of a job! Of course not. But it was always good to fill a niche, right? So with his portfolio tucked under arm and a clean t-shirt and jeans on, Danny headed toward the address on the ad and, once checking it was open, slipped in and pushed his glasses further up on his long nose.

“Hello? Mr. Adams?” he called out, then added, just because he couldn’t help it, “Patching Adams?”

How could a grown man resist it? It was a cool name! He should have thought up a business name...

[Riley Adams]

Once again, Riley found himself at the office but not to man the telephones, Ann was doing a stellar job at that but he had to clean up the books at the back, something he needed someone else to do as well. He didn't mind doing them himself, but he didn't like being cooped up in a room. He always felt a little claustrophobic.

But Ann had gone on a lunch break so to be on alert if anyone came in or the phone rang, Riley had brought out the boxes filled with files out to the front.

Good thing too since he heard someone calling him by his last name. And added the business name in an amused tone of voice. Getting up from the floor, dusting his jeans off, he found himself looking at a guy who looked practically identical to Josh. With a few notable differences of course but still...they had too much of a resemblance.

"Uh...hi." Riley greeted the newcomer with a bright smile, approaching him with an extended hand. "Riley, please." He couldn't shake off how similar this man looked to his friend. "How may I help you?"

[Danny Silverman]

It was weird to see that moment of hesitation, and Danny wondered what had caused it. Maybe it was the height. He found himself inclining his head back to stare at the much taller man and grinning slightly. This fellow was tall. Almost a foot taller than he was. But he seemed nice enough, even if he did look a bit puzzled. Danny wondered why, and ran a hand over his hair as if checking to see it was lying relatively flat, then looked down at himself. Yup. He had pants on and everything. But that kind of thing only happened in his nightmares. So far.

“Danny Silverman. Nice to meet you, Riley.” Riley and Danny! If he believed in fate, he’d have said he’d scored the job already just based on the fact that their names kind-of-sort-of rhymed. “I came about your flyer?” He held it up, and then his folder—which was a dark green, because he liked the color—and offered the other man a grin. “I’m a modeler. This is my work here, if you’d like.” He held the folder out to him. “Did I mention I love the name? Patching Adams. It’s great!”

Overly enthusiastic? Maybe just a little.

[Riley Adams]

Silverman...he's even Jewish. This was so weird! They looked so uncannily alike! Would it be weird if he introduced Danny to Josh? Would it be weird if he told Danny he looked like Josh? Yeah, Riley decided. That would definitely be weird. It was blowing his mind already.

"Nice to meet you too, Danny. Come on, have a seat." Riley cleared up the desk he had used to interview Ann. "Oh, thank you! It was more a spur of the moment thing." He grinned. The story behind the conceptualising of the name was funny and had been a running joke between him and Janice and he figured, it sounded cool. He was twenty-eight at the time. "May I?" He looked at Danny as his hand reached out for the folder. "I've had that notice up for weeks. I actually should have had one for years since this place has been open but I figured, better late than never, right?" Riley chuckled as he opened the folder, perusing through the pages upon pages of intricately detailed models of trains, what looked like a town set, a Roman themed set, some even of tiny cavemen and cave drawings. One of them looked like grounds of the palace of Versailles.

Riley had the most basic knowledge of models but these were pretty amazing. He particularly liked the ones of old sailing ships and the ones of planes. Suffice it to say, Riley was thoroughly impressed. "Where did you graduate from?" he asked, still looking through the portfolio.

[Danny Silverman]

“Spur of the moment? That’s a nice name for just coming up with it off the top of your head. Or…someone else’s head.” Danny smiled a bit sheepishly. Maybe someone else ran the business with him. How was he supposed to know? He had just come in right then. “Whatever works. But of course.” As the other man took a seat, he made to sit down, then paused as Riley asked for the folder. He blinked once or twice at him, owlishly behind the glasses, then grinned. “Oh, right! Here.” He bobbed his head up and down twice in consent, then held it out for Riley to take. Only then did he settle down in the seat, clasping his hands together and absently twiddling his thumbs. It was an old habit of his. He barely noticed that he did it these days.

“Well, model makers are kind of second thoughts for everyone,” he agreed to Riley’s comment. “People tend to think of them after. I’m just happy I found it. I just moved here, you know, and I’m looking for work.” Obviously Danny. It occurred to him that the other man was looking at the notebook and that he was probably chattering nervously, so he stopped and let Riley examine the pictures, and stopped himself from twiddling his thumbs again. He was just a little nervous. Always was when he was showing his skills

“I graduated from the Academy of Art,” he said. “Ah, with a focus on sculpting. What about you, if I can ask?”  

[Riley Adams]

"Thank you. It's really all my sister's idea." Riley offered with a smile and a shrug.

"It's definitely a concentrated occupation. I've never met a model maker before." He admitted to the stranger, who still very much looked like Josh. It was so weird.

Riley was still very much engrossed with the folder, not noticing the fiddling or the nervous talking Danny was doing. "Oh you just moved here? Where from?" Asked the landscaper curiously.

"Academy of Art in San Fran?" Riley asked, finally looking up from the folder. "Were you from there? San Francisco I mean. I've always wanted to go but I never had the time." And he was not going to add the fact that he never had anyone to go with. That would be a little too depressing.

"I graduated from Brown with a Bachelors in draughtsmanship," he answered, turning to the certificate on the wall. It was an accomplishment he didn't mind admitting to. He was lucky enough to get to Brown on a scholarship but that degree was not based on pure luck. "Would you be okay to be hired as a freelancer?"

[Danny Silverman]

“That’s because no one wants to risk it as a career. It’s kind of like going to be an artist. No one thinks you’ll ever be able to find a job that way, either.” And it hadn’t been easy. There’d been a lot of years of hamburger flipping and taking the odd jobs. And living with his parents, who had been kind enough not to say anything. Still, he’d eventually gotten himself on his feet, and he liked his job, so who cared?

“Los Angeles!” Danny smiled. “It’s a bit of a change of pace. I only went to school in San Francisco. I lived in Los Angeles before then, but I actually spent most of my childhood here. Not here here, you know. Just on the east coast. You should visit it, though. So many artists, and hills! Oh, and you can’t forget the beach.” He paused. “But then, there’s also the traffic and such, so I guess it’s not all that great.”

He also turned to the certificate, and his brows climbed as he read it. “Brown? Wow.” He grinned at the other man. “That’s really cool. I’ve never met someone who graduated from Brown. But sure! Freelancing is great. I’m used to that, and I’m just happy for anything.” He paused. “Or am I not supposed to be saying that? It's easier in Los Angeles. You're always sent to an assistant of a secretary and nothing's personal at all."

[Riley Adams]

"Landscaping is more or less the same thing too. So I guess I understand." Riley offered a sympathetic grin. He was just lucky his mother believed enough to invest in him. "You're really good though. I don't think I have enough patience to put my effort in something this intricate." He chuckled, closing the folder and holding on to it still. He still needed to show Rina this man's work. The woman might as well be his partner so she had a say in this too.

Riley grinned in amusement at the contrast Danny offered in regards to Los Angeles. Frankly, Riley would love to take a trip out of Vermont. He'd always wanted to do it with friends too. But he never had friends he could just call up and ask that. Maybe Cobalt and Josh? Stephen? A smile crept on his face before he turned to Danny who was looking at Riley's certificate.

"Thank you," he beamed with a tinge of pink in his cheeks. "And I can't say I've ever met anyone from the Academy of Art. I don't really meet too many artist-y types here." He maintained his smile as he shrugged.

What Danny asked was something he wasn't entirely sure how to answer. He had been the one to interview all new employees since he started the company simply because at the time he couldn't even afford an assistant, and then it just got comfortable to do so and that was that. "I'm glad you can do freelancing for now. Who knows, I might need you more later." Riley offered Danny a bright smile.

"Do you mind if I hold on to this?" The landscaper held up Danny's portfolio as an indication. "I just need to get my colleague to sign off on this and I will definitely call you back?"

[Danny Silverman]

“You do the same thing, only large scale,” Danny pointed out. “Right? Landscaping takes just as much work, if not more. And a lot more patience, because you’re working with plants and I just have materials.” And it was true. The only difference that Danny could see was that his was in miniature and that Riley was actually working with large-scale items. All right, and that Riley had to make things grow, too. That seemed challenging. Most of Danny’s things just had to be trimmed down to fit. Or maybe painted and polished. One of that took much effort, not really.

“Actually, yours is really harder,” he said, then smiled. “And I’m glad you can have me. I’m really looking forward to working for you. Feel free to keep whatever you need. I’ve got spares.” A lot of spares. He actually shifted the content of each portfolio to depend on who he was being interviewed on. He had a lot of models. That was what happened when it was what you did for a living.

“So speaking of your job…” Danny leaned forward. He managed to keep talking for a while yet, and getting Riley to talk as well, enjoying the time spent with the other man. And when it was finally time to leave, he left with a spring in his step, enjoying the time he’d spent with him.

((Wrapped for Danny!=D))

[Riley Adams]

"I suppose," Riley hesitated before chuckling when Danny decided that Riley's work was harder. "I think we can agree on one thing, our definitions of hard work are very different." He settled, adjusting himself on the edge of the table.

"Oh great, thank you. My colleague would appreciate this, let me tell you that." He beamed at Danny before placing the portfolio on the desk for later. "I'm looking forward to having you as a colleague." Riley nodded with a wide smile.

As Danny spoke, Riley listened, laughing appropriately and generally having a good time just talking and listening to Danny. He seemed like a perfectly decent guy. And by the time he left, Riley wasn't even thinking about the glaring similarity between this man and his older friend.

[OOC: Wrapped for Riley too ^^]