monkeybars | party post } { drinks are on me

So the thing about wishing for home and accidentally winding up with your place of employment is that that employment can now transfer to Teleios. Cami's had Rousseau's for about six months now, and she's managed to change it into the place that Sophie and Jane Anne loved to something that's a little more something of Teleios, even if she kept a lot of the New Orleans flair. It's something she couldn't bring herself to take away, that memory of home, even if she's far, far away.

The upper floors have been modified into a small loft for her and Hope, something simple and comfortable that's currently loaded with baby toys because when you're being spoiled by your Aunt Cami, you can never have too many. She still doesn't know why Hope came with her when she was brought into Teleios, but she is going to do everything in her power to keep her safe until Klaus our Hayley get here. It's not much power, given the measly human of it all, but that's why she hires attractive, strapping supernatural gentlemen to do her dirty work for her.

Currently she's behind the bar, with Hope in her playpen that she worked in there, just so she can keep an eye on her. She's more than willing to pour you a drink, listen to your troubles and woes and make sure that you leave her bar with your mind feeling a little lighter. After all, there's nothing more dangerous than a bartender who also happens to be a psychologist. She'll get what you're worried about out of you sooner or later.

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He takes the books without any hesitation. He did offer and he meant it.

"So what are you studying?"

"Psychology." She says it with a hint of pride, pleased with her educational choices and future aspirations. Even if it's just in Teleios and perhaps nothing she would be able to manage at home -- which is patently untrue, she could have done anything back home -- she's proud that she decided to continue her education.

"I want to be a social worker or a psychologist."

"There a big market for those around here?" He jokes, mouth quirking up into a smile. "Nah, that sounds great. And way more impressive than the way I just... do what they ask me to around here." But not the infirmary. As much as he enjoys using his gift, he actually has refused to work there. Helen has offered. He just... it feels like cheating. That's not actual work. That's just what he can naturally do.

Yeah, perhaps the emotion worker shouldn't be a psychologist because of reasons, but Daneca has a firm grip on her work and she doesn't work people almost ever if she can help it. She asked for it back, but only because she felt naked without her curse work, like a limb was missing -- one she didn't even want or need, but was part of her.

An appendix.

A curse work appendix of emotion work.

"I still work." Sort of. "I work at the Town Hall." She's an A+ receptionist.

"Yeah? I may just have to find more reasons to swing by." He previously had no reasons. Now he has one. But it's a cute one.

"You could write a letter to your senator." The teasing smile implies she knows there are no such thing here, but there are agents! And they... might... read the letters she has sent to them?

She's pretty sure Odin reads them for funsies, but. Well.

"I'm more of a face to face kinda guy." He gives her a quick smile.

"Then you should definitely swing by. Get a hands on look at how the city is run." Daneca gives tours to school children. She's very good at it. Makes the White House tour guides look like trash.

"Hands on, yeah." He smirks because... Well, it's just right there. But he won't make further comment. He's very respectful!! But that joke is begging for someone to make.

Her lips purse, not in irritation, but holding back a smirk of her own. She walked right into that. She should have known better.

But she bounces back quickly, turning it back on him. "We need someone to help plant the trees we're putting around the city if you want to get your hands dirty."

"Yeah? I'd be happy to help." He loves getting his hands dirty. Especially if it means she might feel like bringing him water and snacks to refuel while he works.

"Perfect. I'll let you know when we need you."

Excuse to find him again? Possibly. And Daneca loves coercing people into volunteering for her. It's pretty much her goal in live to force everyone in Teleios to volunteer at least once for their city.

"Great." He flashes her a smile as they approach the town hall. "Just give me a call. Anytime, seriously."

"I will." When they stop at the steps, she reaches forward to take her books back, hugging them to her chest.

"Thanks for walking me."

"No problem. I'll see you around?" He says, making it into a question. But instead of waiting for an answer, he bends quickly to press a quick kiss to her cheek. Pulling back, he grins.

"Soon?"

She flushes the tiniest bit, thankfully her tan skin hides most of it, but it's almost clear in her smile and jerky nod. She was not expecting a kiss.

"Soon." She nods again before turning to race up the steps.

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