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[totallyinaband]

it's tapas day at The Blue Light again. stop by if you can.






[ooc: Stephen will be available for giving/receiving hugs at The Blue Light today, as well as walking to and from work, or anyone who can catch him at home. COME AT HIM, YO.]

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[iwatchtjhooker]

[Sam's out walking somewhere, and sees Stephen on his way to work. Suddenly this seems like an opportune moment to show him how grateful he is for his friendship, in a totally platonic way. Because this? Is a platonic hug.

Given by a 6'4" man in the middle of the sidewalk.]

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[totallyinaband]

[Ooof! That was sudden. Man, he's got strong arms.]

Er. Morning, Sam.

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[iwatchtjhooker]

Yes, it is. Hey, Stephen. How are you?

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[totallyinaband]

A little squashed, now.

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[iwatchtjhooker]

Oh!

[Sam lets go, looking pained.]

I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to hurt you.

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[wouldnotkindly]

[When Jack finds some time off from working the bar, he spends it hanging around Stephen. He hasn't ever really spoken much to him, but the guy seems approachable enough.]

So what's a, uh...a tapas, anyway?

[totallyinaband]

Little appetizer things you get with your drinks. They're big in Spain.

[wouldnotkindly]

Spain, huh. [His brows lift, but he doesn't know what to say beyond that. What would a farm boy from Kansas have to say about anything to do with Spain, anyway?] Are they any good?

[totallyinaband]

Yeah man. Do you like tuna?

[anunluckypenny]

[Tapas? They might be an appetizer, but they sound like an amazing lunch. Plus, Penny promised Rosella she'd stop by the Blue Light to see if she could help... granted, that was before she partially inherited the Youth Center...

Anyway, tapas. That's the plan. The plan is not climbing over the counter, latching onto Stephen, and crying into his plaid, which is exactly what happens.]

[totallyinaband]

Whoa, hey. What's wrong?

[Give him a moment to get over the shock before he wraps both arms around her and pulls her closer.]

[anunluckypenny]

[She mumbles into his shirt. Being dead, apparently, gives a person a remarkable ability to employ run-on sentences.]

I'm so sorry--I just meant to get tapas for lunch, but then it seemed like a good idea to hug you and you have no idea how much I've needed a hug since Derek left and for whatever reason decided I'm capable of basically running the Youth Center which I'm not because I'm always at the Welcome Center and then doing errands for people to earn enough money for rent and then there were all of the dreams and most of them were terrible and when I tried to be helpful I was mostly just annoying and pushy and Stephen, I'm tired of being okay all the time because I'm definitely not but I don't know what to do about it.

[totallyinaband]

Hey. Hey, now. Come on.

[He keeps both arms around her as he guides her a little awkwardly through the door into the kitchen, kicking the door behind him. It's not busy right now, and people can survive without tapas for another few minutes. This is emergency.]

I had no idea.

[archivy]

How appropriate is the atmosphere for children?

[totallyinaband]

Um... 65%?

[archivy]

Perhaps a short dinner then. I like tapas.

[totallyinaband]

Cool. Do you need me to get the booster chair?

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[majorcrotchgrab]

[Since Raikov works at The Blue Light now, he sees Stephen's post and approaches him in person! He's inbetween waiting tables right now]

I take it the "tapas" aren't the only thing they can stop by for.

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[totallyinaband]

[Everyone works at The Blue Light these days...]

We have booze, too.

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[majorcrotchgrab]

No hugs included?

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[totallyinaband]

Not normally, but it looks like today is an exception.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Bucky works here now, so that's why he's here. He doesn't actually know what Tapas is, though.

Which doesn't explain why, mid-way through clearing something up, he puts down the stuff in his hands and twists to hug Stephen. He's good at hugging. Those 1940s boys always are. ]

[totallyinaband]

[Wow. That is a nice hug. Very... cosy. Stephen pats his back in return.]

Er, hello.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He ...

Flushing. ] Okay, sorry. [ A step back. ] Curse.

[totallyinaband]

Whatever, man. Everyone's doing it. At least you didn't re-adjust my spine like Sam Winchester.