Unwinding

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya's office door was shut. In hospital terms that meant 'don't disturb'. In the Brea's terms it meant 'time to relax'. It'd been a good week actually. They'd finished early and there was a little bit of time before Aya had to report for her volunteer weekend shifts. "Any plans sister-mine?" Aya asked over her shoulder as she walked over to the discreet stereo on one of her bookshelves.

"For the weekend?" Maya asked, thinking it over "...no. I'm tired of tennis." she admitted. "Maybe some house cleaning? Or, hey, gardening! There's that one vine I'm sure I can get to curl along our railing. It's big enough to start anyway..."

Aya nodded, clicking the volume on the music up until it was just loud enough to be heard. She liked to sway along to soft music, it was relaxing! "And the Irises are ready to be thinned...maybe spread them to two new beds? And sprinkle some wild flowers around them?" she suggested, wiggling out of her coat and hangng it up while dancing.

Maya eyed her sister and then fished a bottle of nail polish out of her purse. They relaxed in different ways! "Irises are all you dear, they don't like me. And that little tree..."

"The Bonsai? What's wrong with it?" Aya blinked, worried for a moment.

"Nothing except the morning glories want to eat it! Move it back here! You need more plants in here!" Maya waved the bottle of polish for emphasis, then nodded to the slim window in the back of office "It'll get enough light now right?"

"Hmmm, I could do that..." Aya admitted, thinking it over. "It's a lot stronger than it was when we got it, so translocation might not bother it."

"Sweetie, I'm pretty sure being dropped three stories won't hurt it at this point. It'sa a tough little thing...except when it comes to my vines."

"Fine, fine..." Aya laughed "I'll bring it in with me tomorrow alright?"

"Good girl." Maya smirked and put her foot up on Aya's desk to do her toes.

Taking that as a signal, Aya turned the music up a bit more.

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[mitochondriaaya]

"Hmmm...depends. Do we have to wade through crowds to get to the rooms?" she asked. She wasn't sure how much of that she could stand today...

[sliceitwithwind]

"Nah. If you want to go I can call ahead and we can go in the back. Straight up to the hall with the rooms and you can pick one that is either fully private, has a window over the bar, or is a balcony."

[mitochondriaaya]

She tilted her head thoughtfully then smiled. "I could handle a balcony tonight...you're going to seriously try my promise to have you home at a decent hour aren't you?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yes, yes I am." he agrees with a grin "What can I say? I love the night. Dilan puts up with it as long as I don't mess around on weekdays."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Okay, I cam handle that. And, for the sake of my promise I'm going to assume 'reasonable hour' is before sunrise..." she grinned happily and then looked down at the meal "Guess we don't need boxes..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"What can I say, I like eating." Braig grins and pays the check, and doesn't offer her his arm. There is a little bit of a hesitation that says he wants to, but stops. "Shall we?"

[mitochondriaaya]

"Sure you're not a mitochondrial?" she asked wryly as they rose. Really, it was a bit more believable than an insane metabolism at his age. Metabolism's tended to taper off in the twenties right? Well, anyway...

She noted the brief hesitation, and reached out to touch the fabric of his sleeve softly in gratitude for the thought. "Let's, after all, chocolate awaits!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yup." Braig says with a grin, "I'm just hyperactive and lucky as hell. My mom eats the same way I do."

He nods at her touch and lets it go, "Old habits."

[mitochondriaaya]

"It's a nice gesture." she assured softly. Eventually she might be able to take him up on it!

"Food bills at your house growing up must have been fun..." she was walking the edge of the curb like a tight rope. It amused her?

[sliceitwithwind]

"Between me and Dilan and mom? Insane." he says cheerfully, "Dad and Dilan's mom were always so amazed at the food."

[mitochondriaaya]

"At least they had each other to complain to!" she laughed " My dad was all alone unless our uncle was visiting. Some days he'd just take a tray out into the garden..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Ouch. That sucks." seriously. "It was family time for all of us."

[mitochondriaaya]

"My dad's tolerance levels fluctuated. He didn't always get so freaked out." Maya chuckled "And we usually had board game nights after our meals, so that was our family time."

[sliceitwithwind]

"That works then." he grins and tilts his head, "Door's there. Can I hold it, or is that far too old fashioned?"

[mitochondriaaya]

"I have no problem with people opening doors." Maya grinned and skipped up the sidewalk as much as her heels would allow. "I might critique though..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"That's fine." Braig says, trotting along with her happily, "It won't be the first time."

[mitochondriaaya]

"And probably not the last." she laughed "But it's better to warn ahead of time or people tend to get snitty. Or blushy depending on nature..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"You're more likely to get Dilan to blush than me. If he tilts his face down a little and scrunches his eyes, he's blushing." Because it can be hard to tell with Dilan's skin.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Well, I'll give him the same warnings and keep an eye out..." she promised lightly, smiling all the while. Hey, blushing dates were just plan adorable...

"And...yep, this is a door."

[sliceitwithwind]

"So it is!" Braig says, opening it with only the smallest flourish so that she can proceed in.

[mitochondriaaya]

She deliberately stood back and watched for a moment, hand lifted to her chin thoughtfully. She said she might critique! Obviously she decided that she needed more observation though because she then walked in without a word.

And it was early enough yet that she wasn't immediately hit by people? That was nice. It was still rather full though. She was going to step behind Braig again once he was in..."Ah, clubs. Scary places sometimes." she offered wryly.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Sometimes, yeah." he agrees, "Window or walls?" he's perfectly fine with either answer - he's there for a date and for dessert, not to watch people.

[mitochondriaaya]

"You mentioned a balcony?" she was still going to try that. Being up would help? And it would be kind of like watching a horror movie! With cake! Thinking of which..."What kind of movies do you and Dilan like?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Balcony it is." he leads down the hall and opens the door to a room with one table, a waist-heigh wall, and open to look down into the club.

"Dilan likes musicals, silent films, and horror which is not zombie horror. I like action, romance, and horror which is not zombie horror."

[mitochondriaaya]

"We're not partial to zombies either...so we're safe. We may have to invite you to our next movie night. Aya and I, and sometimes some other nurses tend to just go to our house and watch what ever is brought? You could offer a male perspective..." she semi-offered. She'd have to talk to Aya (maybe) before officially offering?

She took the seat farthest from the balcony, but she was still high enough to see. That was...nice.