04-01-2014, 12:42 PM
Jensen had gone to the side of the loft where the kitchen claimed one wall. There were a panel of well-built cabinetry and clean counters of the sort that boasted infrequent use. He quickly snatched a plate from earlier and plunked it into the depths of the sink and out of sight hopefully before anyone noticed.
He pretty well stood there for a while, mind's eye going over the options for snacks. He was out of bread, milk and orange juice. The refrigerator had cold cans of pop and a jug of water, so those came out first. He arranged four glasses alongside, and was pouring the first glass when he noticed the doorway to the bathroom hadn't closed fully. Hopefully it was a purposeful choice. She'd be washing up in there, but short of a change of clothes and a long soak in the wash, it wouldn't do her much good. The poor thing probably wouldn't even sit down the rest of the night.
Jensen finished pouring the glasses and offered the selection to Giovanni and Connor. "Excuse me a moment,"
he said and retreated behind another door. Within, the edge of a bed could be seen from the main loft space. He returned quickly, a pair of clean sweat pants and one of his smaller t-shirts folded over his arm.
He knocked on the door to where Aria was, and gently pushed it open wide enough to peek inside. He offered the clothing. "I thought you might want something else to wear?"
He tried to be reassuring but yet not look directly at her. He didn't want her to think she was being judged. The pants would dwarf her legs, but there were drawstrings at least, and the shirt was one of his snugger fits, it should be comfortable on her. He set the things inside and left the decision to her discretion, bowing out.
He returned to the kitchen, specifically, the refrigerator, where it seemed half a package of bologna meat and three boiled eggs needed to be turned into a meal for four.
With a determined sigh, he looked up while rolling the first mayo-smeared, egg and bologna sandwich when Connor began the conversation.
Connor's question made Jensen share a look with Giovanni, before lowering his gaze and seemingly focusing on the work before him. He took a deep breath. "This isn't the first time I've been met with strange circumstances and deadly . . . outcomes."
He paled slightly at the thought, but continued. Even now he wouldn't change his decision. He still would have ran into that alley. "The last time I ended up in the hospital and in a great deal of legal trouble. I don't know if the lawyers could get me out of it twice in a row. It's best to keep your head down."
His voice dropped and he began to slice up the little rolls he'd formed into bite sized pieces.
He swallowed and changed the subject, though it was a poor excuse to avoid the explanation he promised the man. "Connor, you're American also? Where are you from?"
Jensen's accent was obvious, even if much else wasn't about him. He was a Texan through and through.
Edited by Jensen James, Apr 1 2014, 12:45 PM.
He pretty well stood there for a while, mind's eye going over the options for snacks. He was out of bread, milk and orange juice. The refrigerator had cold cans of pop and a jug of water, so those came out first. He arranged four glasses alongside, and was pouring the first glass when he noticed the doorway to the bathroom hadn't closed fully. Hopefully it was a purposeful choice. She'd be washing up in there, but short of a change of clothes and a long soak in the wash, it wouldn't do her much good. The poor thing probably wouldn't even sit down the rest of the night.
Jensen finished pouring the glasses and offered the selection to Giovanni and Connor. "Excuse me a moment,"
he said and retreated behind another door. Within, the edge of a bed could be seen from the main loft space. He returned quickly, a pair of clean sweat pants and one of his smaller t-shirts folded over his arm.
He knocked on the door to where Aria was, and gently pushed it open wide enough to peek inside. He offered the clothing. "I thought you might want something else to wear?"
He tried to be reassuring but yet not look directly at her. He didn't want her to think she was being judged. The pants would dwarf her legs, but there were drawstrings at least, and the shirt was one of his snugger fits, it should be comfortable on her. He set the things inside and left the decision to her discretion, bowing out.
He returned to the kitchen, specifically, the refrigerator, where it seemed half a package of bologna meat and three boiled eggs needed to be turned into a meal for four.
With a determined sigh, he looked up while rolling the first mayo-smeared, egg and bologna sandwich when Connor began the conversation.
Connor's question made Jensen share a look with Giovanni, before lowering his gaze and seemingly focusing on the work before him. He took a deep breath. "This isn't the first time I've been met with strange circumstances and deadly . . . outcomes."
He paled slightly at the thought, but continued. Even now he wouldn't change his decision. He still would have ran into that alley. "The last time I ended up in the hospital and in a great deal of legal trouble. I don't know if the lawyers could get me out of it twice in a row. It's best to keep your head down."
His voice dropped and he began to slice up the little rolls he'd formed into bite sized pieces.
He swallowed and changed the subject, though it was a poor excuse to avoid the explanation he promised the man. "Connor, you're American also? Where are you from?"
Jensen's accent was obvious, even if much else wasn't about him. He was a Texan through and through.
Edited by Jensen James, Apr 1 2014, 12:45 PM.