yet again, we're the only ones

[Douglas Pearson]

Doug spun around in his chair, throwing a rubber band ball against his cubicle wall (one plastered with 'positive portrayals of magical beings in popular culture', most notably Michael J. Fox in Teen Wolf shooting a basketball). His eyes drifted to his desk, but he pointedly ignored the files sitting there. In another hour, he was supposed to meet with a child who'd recently been bitten by a werewolf and the kid's parents... the young ones always depressed him the most. It really drove home that the world was random and cruel.

"Space Caaaaaaase," he finally yelled through the office, wheeling himself out to look for Casey Ammon -- maybe if they played some stupid game for awhile, he wouldn't have to think about the meeting too much.

(ooc: THIS IS LATE AND KIND OF TERRIBLY WRITTEN BUT I FINALLY POSTED IT YAY ME)

[Casey Ammon]

Casey was one of those people who were far too overqualified for the position she held as a bleeding heart social worker. Really she wanted to be a scientist, but she loved people far too much not to have a great burning desire to help them.

She sighed as she heard Doug’s voice before whirling around in her chair to glance at his face peering out from behind his desk as he wheeled his chair out. “What game are we playing now?” she deadpanned, knowing he needed something to distract himself from the inevitable, probably a young teen who had been bitted those ones always got to Doug, hell they got to everyone.

((ooc: no worries, it’s super late here too so this is pretty terrible, also her av is crappy but I will change it and make it better… when I have more sleep haha.))

[Douglas Pearson]

Doug kicked his legs out from under him, rolling backwards in his chair until he bounced from the opposite wall. Who decided he was fit to single-handedly reassure people about their scary new lives? He'd be much more qualified to spread mass panic, really. "Never Have I Ever?" he suggested for a game, tossing the rubber band ball at her while yelling, "Think fast!"

He held one hand outstretched. "No booze, sorry. Uhhh let's say the person holding the rubber band ball says something they've never done, other person puts down a finger if they've done it, first one to put down five fingers buys lunch tomorrow?"

[Casey Ammon]

Casey threw up her arms in alarm, nearly being hit in the face by the rubber band ball. Thank god for mostly having guy friends who played sports and had over the years taught her minimal hand-eye-coordination. She was still a little put out by her breakup with Noah. She shouldn’t have felt down about it, she knew it had been coming for quite some time. No matter how she had tried to bring back the romance, the romance had been dead for quite a while now. She knew Noah could be that person for somebody, she just wasn’t that somebody. Casey sighed, there had been so many things she had wanted to do with him that she never got the chance to, and to make matters worse Noah was her best friend without that she felt a bit… lonely.

“Buying lunch sounds good,” she smiled, knowing she would probably be the one buying them lunch. “Never have I ever… had sex in an elevator,” she said throwing him the rubber band ball.

[Douglas Pearson]

"Heh. Sorry," Doug offered sheepishly with his arms raised, making a mental note to throw the ball underhanded next time.

He caught the ball in his left hand, leaving all five fingers on his right still outstretched. "You even positing that as an option is giving me more credit than I deserve. Nope nope nope, never done it either, another score for Douglas Pearson's utter lack of life experience," he laughed, pretending to take a bow.

"Never have I ever waxed any part of my body," Doug offered while tossing the ball back, before goofily raising one eyebrow and pulling down the neck of his striped sleeveless jumper to reveal the ginger forest growing beneath.

[Casey Ammon]

“Really?” Casey replied in teasing exasperation as he posed a question she would obviously say yes to as she caught the ball. Casey put down one finger to show that she had waxed a part of her body.

“Nice Doug,” she smirked at his ginger forest. “Never have I ever played laser tag.” She replied throwing him the ball back.

[Douglas Pearson]

Doug caught the ball and quickly spun around in a show-offy kind of way, as if it were at all impressive to catch a rubber band ball from five feet away and spin an ordinary office chair. He caught sight of the clock on the wall and felt his stomach drop slightly, now shifting and fidgeting like crazy. He probably could have gone without that third cup of coffee.

Only forty-five minutes, now.

Forty-four. God.

"Huh?" he asked Casey, having zoned out momentarily. "Oh, laser tag! Damn it, Ammon." He put down a finger and pointed at the cartoonish poster of a werewolf and vampire high-fiving over a game of laser tag, a personal highlight of his encouragement collection and one he'd drawn himself. "Breaking out the big guns, wow. You're in it to win it now, Space Case. Also, we are going to play laser tag after work someday, obviously, because it is awesome."

He was about to throw the ball before stopping himself. "Oh, crap, I have to think of another thing. How about -- no not that -- hang on... here it comes. Never have I ever, uhhhh, dumped someone?" Doug wasn't expecting any particular answer. Frankly, Doug and Casey were just work pals -- he didn't know her life. Nor did he know that it was a potentially touchy subject.

[Casey Ammon]

Casey laughed and shook her head at Doug as he spun himself around in his chair. That was one good thing about Doug, he made her laugh. Noticing him watching the clock, “You know you are going to do fine with that teen wolf,” she reassured him, “Somehow through all your frantic ramblings you manage to lull them into some sort of strange sense of ease about their situation.”

“You know it,” she laughed, she always wanted to win. Casey could get a little carried away with competitions sometimes to be honest, but in a fun and friendly sort of way. “Okay…” she shrugged, a bit confused by the prospect of playing lessar tag, not entirely sure how she should feel about it.

Casey gulped, her face fell at the question, and she completely missed the ball. It hit the lady behind her. “Excuse me, I uh, I forgot I have to go do something,” Casey said, not even bothering to apologise to Priscilla behind her, which wasn’t like her really. She rose from her seat and sped off passed Doug down the corridor toward the bathrooms.

((ooc: Sorry for taking ages to respond to this.))

[Douglas Pearson]

"Hey, don't call him Teen Wolf. He'll eventually find out that becoming a werewolf doesn't actually make him a star athlete and it will be very disappointing for him," Doug attempted to joke. He felt bad asking Casey to stick around for this meeting, but he pretty obviously wanted her there and felt like they had an unspoken agreement to help each other out. "Though I'm pretty sure there was a compliment in there somewhere, so. Thank you," he laughed.

Doug winced as the ball hit Priscilla, and innocently raised both hands in the way he usually did after inadvertently causing mayhem. "Wha-- what's wrong-- Space Case--" he spluttered in confusion, pushing himself backward in his chair with his feet scurrying along the ground. "Wait! Never have I ever done druuuuugs-ugs-ugs!" he shouted down the corridor, pretending to shout down a large echoing cave. "Except for pot which doesn't coooouuuuunt-ount-ount!"

As she disappeared round the corner rather than coming back, Doug frowned and sunk down in his chair, picking up the rubber band ball from the floor and idly snapping the bands. "Nice going, Priscilla," he tried to joke, the woman merely rolling her eyes at him.