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Post by MAYOR HECTOR "HADES" TORMEI on Aug 7, 2011 19:06:08 GMT -5
Hector sipped at his beer again, smirking to himself as she laughed. Yes, he expected such a reaction. He was a very large man, seemingly put together, tap dancing was not an expected hobby. Considering that he was a polician as well, tap dancing seemed down right absurd. There was no way she actually believed it, how could she? He didn't look like a tap dancer, he didn't carry himself like a tap dancer, and he didn't give any indication that he could, in fact, dance at all hardly ever. Hector nodded a little, encouraging and validating her laughter.
"I'm self taught. I used it as a way to deal with stress in my life from an early age," He used it to deal with the fact that his father beat the shit out of him every night, the fact that he wasn't likely to finish school, the fact that he would probably end up dead doing a hit for the Don.
Hector finished his beer and sat the bottle at the back of the bar. The bartender hurried to pick it up and replace it with noather.
"What sort of things are you good at, then? If you don't mind my asking," Hector had a feeling that drinking would be on that list. The way she handled her alcohol suggested that she was a seasoned drinker. There was nothing wrong with that, nothing that Hector would be bothered by. He had gone through an alcoholic phase himself about twenty years ago. Stress did that to a person, made them turn to the bottle when they wouldn't have before. Hector was lucky enough not to drown in it, but not many made it out whole like he had.
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Post by DETECTIVE OLIVIA ATHOS on Aug 7, 2011 19:31:15 GMT -5
“That’s incredible.” she sipped at the bottle slowly, “Everyone needs that something in their life.” Some people tap danced some drank. Olivia wasn’t going to mention this of course but, felt it was relevant enough to note in her head. She should find something a little more productive and a little less destructive but, that wasn’t likely to happen anytime soon. She didn’t used to be like this. It was Winters, or at least that is what she always blamed it on. That god damn Winters who uprooted everything. It wasn’t fair to blame everything on that good for nothing lying, cheating bastard because; it was partially Olivia’s fault for falling in love with him. However, she wasn’t too quick to blame her self in this instance. She acknowledged her naiveté and felt that about ten percent of the blame belonged to her, seventy percent went to Winters and the other twenty went to the NYPD.
She spun a loose piece of hair around her finger, “Me?” she thought about his question for a moment. “I spend a lot of my off time at the gym but, I don’t think that counts as being good at something. Let’s see.” she bit her lip and crinkled her nose slightly, “I really enjoy cooking. I get busy with work so I don’t always get to but, I love taking the time to prepare a meal in the comfort of my own kitchen and then sit down with a nice glass of wine and just enjoying it.”
There weren’t many moments in Olivia’s life where she relaxed. There weren’t many moments in Olivia’s life where she enjoyed relaxing. Cooking was something that kept her mind occupied but also at piece. That and gardening. She did have a particular affinity for plants and the earth. Every year she signed up for that Plant a Tree Save A Life thing down in Central Park. You know, that one with all the flower pots and such and if you donate some cash they let you play in the dirt for an hour and give you a free t-shirt. She spent so much time in her parent’s gardens in the houses in New Orleans and California. It was her sanctuary.
“Lately shits sorta hit the fan a bit ‘round town.” she sipped again. “Personal interests tend to take a dive.” Her green eyes found his face and while she wasn’t smiling she was happy. She’d never expected to strike up a conversation with Hector, but, it was nice to have someone just to talk to for a change; someone that wasn’t trying to get in her pants, or lie to her, or sweet-talk her, or even kill her.
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