How I Talk Sports: I don’t, I just fuckin’ wing it and see what happens.
So far I think he assumes I am an idiot because I am.
Sometimes I talk to much and I often think that’s an issue. Then again when it comes to conversing with someone who speaks very little unless they’re compelled to talk, I feel like it is an advantage for the other person that I’m doing the work to keep the conversation flowing.
Today I gather with family, hang out with the cousin, and just do whatever it is we now do on easter.
There’s also this side game called…well, it doesn’t really have a name. It just avoids answering questions about who a particular gentleman is, what he’s like, and the number of years he’s been on this planet of ours.
Because if I deny everything, they can’t hen-peck it :)
Anger and Laughter - One Shot
Almost Human + Star Trek Crossover
Pairing: None [Maybe Pre-Kirnex (Kirk x Kennex)]
Anger management sessions were always fun, and with ‘fun’ John meant torture by incredibly boring backstories of people that were clearly not as close to sanity as society demanded.
John sighed and rolled his eyes at what felt like the millionth time of someone bantering about their pushed down anger.
Being forced to sit in this room week in week out, discussing whatever little fight with whoever it may be made him feel like he was back in elementary school. It was not exactly his kind of way to spend the afternoon.
His eyes roamed the room. Today, there were some new faces around. Most of them were the usual, frustrated office workers, housewifes, whatever. If it hadn’t been for their name tags John would not have recalled them at all.
Then again, there was one new face that felt kind of familiar to him. He’d learned about an our ago that the man sitting across from him was a police officer as well and that he was here because his MX got crushed in a compactor for some reason.
John had chuckled as the therapist had introduced James and these information to them and the other had smiled a bemused smile at him. As their gazes met John was about sure that he had crossed paths with him at least once in the past months though he was not exactly sure when and where.
His name was James Kirk, he had blond hair, blue eyes, was about average height and as bored as John himself, though he seemed a little restless. His right leg was jumping nervously up and down, like he had a serious problem with sitting down and not doing anything at all.
John watched as the therapist turned to James and asked “James, you want to share anything with us?” James darted his tongue out to wet his lips before answering. “No, I don’t think so.” He flashed a bright but probably faked smile at her.
"Okay." She said and moved on to the next one. John had seen this approach several times before. On the first sessions she’d just let it go but the more often someone was just sitting there in silence she’d become more pushy, encouraging them until they finally shared at least a little bit with them. It annoyed John beyond believe whenever she did that, but it was her job after all.
Not as soon as he’d hoped the session was over and he was finally free to go. However he did not hurry his way out of the room like some of the others.
Few of them had revealed things about themselves today and were kind of uncomfortable with that. John could relate. It had been the same with him some weeks ago as the therapist had gotten him far enough to talk about Anna for a bit. He was relieved, to say the least, that this appointment had passed without any more questions on that topic.
He cleared his head from these thoughts by shaking it slightly before finally walking through the door. Dorian wasn’t waiting for him outside this time because today the session had been scheduled after his shift and there was no more work to do.
As soon as John stepped out of the building and breathed in the cool air of the early evening he decided to swing by at McQuaid’s to get something to drink.
He stepped into the bar and immediatly made his way to the counter. He spotted a familiar blond head sitting there with a free seat next to him.
John considered it for a moment and thought “Yeah, why not?” Before stepping closer to the other man. He sat down on the chair and waved at the bartender who recognized him with a smile and hurried to get him his usual drink.
James was busy staring into a glass that was already half-empty and clearly lost in deep thought. He hadn’t noticed Johns approach at all.
Johns drink arrived moments later and he sipped on it before finally addressing the man sitting next to him. “Anger management, huh?” John asked and the other turned his head, confusion clear on his face for a moment.
John wondered if it had been alright to just sit down beside him but as James recognized who had spoken to him he smiled weakly and turned his head forward, mumbling something that sounded like “Yup.”
That could have been the end of their conversation, but John felt social tonight and so he took another sip of his drink before asking. “So, you let your MX fall into a compactor, what’s the big deal?”
He heard the other huff an annoyed sigh at the memory and James answered “It didn’t ‘fall’. I pushed it into it.” And John almost laughed out loud at that. He watched as the other downed his drink before saying “Well, I shot the MX of a colleague straight in the face some time ago.”
He saw James smile for real this time and was pleased with himself that he was able to make him do that. “Nice one.” The other laughed and added “That’s how I got rid of my first MX.”
John shook his head at that and smiled as well. James had liked that story? He had another one. “A few months back I pushed my MX out of my moving car. It got hit by a truck.” He felt a wave of satisfaction run through him as he remembered the pile of junk.
James laughed at that one and his mood seemed to lighten up greatly. “Seriously?!” He asked and kept on chuckling. John decided that he liked the sound of the others laugh and that it had been a good idea to come here tonight.
"Your turn." John offered, and that was the start of a pretty fun night of complaining and joking about the MXs.
"These are your dresses"
NU UH BULL SHIT, THOSE DRESSES ARE TWICE AS LONG AS I AM THOSE ARE NOT MINE DON’T EVEN MOM
*watches the conversation crash faster than the Hindenburg*
*WHISPERS LOUDLY* I GET TO WATCH THE MONKEES FOR ONCE