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howdoyoudefineit"The music always takes me back...to when you broke my heart..."
It was a little cloudy, but otherwise a nice day as Al walked down the street, listening to a couple of songs he had downloaded on his phone. The indie group shredding in his ears was a find from his last trip to LA, a guilty pleasure he indulged in from time to time when he needed a little motivation.
And since he'd been in town for a few days now, and hadn't yet looked into employment, he needed a little kick in the ass to get him going.
It was strangely easy to let it slide, to just spend some quality time with his son, get to know Derek a little bit better, to learn the lay of the land and get his bearings. He hated to admit it, but Stiles had been right about that much: Darrow was a relatively uneventful little burgh, and Al hadn't realized how much he needed a little peace and quiet until the morning he woke up at 9AM, shocked by how much better he felt after a long, deep, dreamless sleep.
So he was planning on visiting the police station to see if they were hiring, and he was planning to do it before his first cup of coffee wore off...and before Stiles caught on to the fact his first cup had actually been his third (because he needed to relax more, don't you get stressed out enough on the job, take a break and stop pushing yourself so hard).
As he enjoyed a leisurely stroll through Darrow, however, not only was another cup of coffee calling his name, but so was the pastry he spotted in the coffee shop the second he got in line, nodding along with the music in his ears as he slowly made his way towards the front of the line.
(Note: chronology of threads is Stiles first, then Melissa later. Tag on! :P)
It was a little cloudy, but otherwise a nice day as Al walked down the street, listening to a couple of songs he had downloaded on his phone. The indie group shredding in his ears was a find from his last trip to LA, a guilty pleasure he indulged in from time to time when he needed a little motivation.
And since he'd been in town for a few days now, and hadn't yet looked into employment, he needed a little kick in the ass to get him going.
It was strangely easy to let it slide, to just spend some quality time with his son, get to know Derek a little bit better, to learn the lay of the land and get his bearings. He hated to admit it, but Stiles had been right about that much: Darrow was a relatively uneventful little burgh, and Al hadn't realized how much he needed a little peace and quiet until the morning he woke up at 9AM, shocked by how much better he felt after a long, deep, dreamless sleep.
So he was planning on visiting the police station to see if they were hiring, and he was planning to do it before his first cup of coffee wore off...and before Stiles caught on to the fact his first cup had actually been his third (because he needed to relax more, don't you get stressed out enough on the job, take a break and stop pushing yourself so hard).
As he enjoyed a leisurely stroll through Darrow, however, not only was another cup of coffee calling his name, but so was the pastry he spotted in the coffee shop the second he got in line, nodding along with the music in his ears as he slowly made his way towards the front of the line.
(Note: chronology of threads is Stiles first, then Melissa later. Tag on! :P)
