Rebels & Mutineers is set in modern day New Orleans, Louisiana. R&M is fueled by player's plots and group input.
Supernatural people have always had their place in society, hidden in plain sight or locked away for their own protection. New Orleans, a haven for the strange and mysterious and a magnet for the supernatural.
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Evan gripped the steering wheel of her car, trying to clear her head from the day. First, one of the nameless morons that In the NOLA hired for experience labor lost her files. She had to listen to the stuttering and the whimpering "I'm sorry Miss Charbonneau" rattled her to the point where she was asked to leave the office. She snatched her laptop from the cowards and took the rest of the day off. The next thing she knew, she was texting with Monday. Even quicker than that, they were making plans to meet in Baton Rogue for a drink. Evan shot a text to Mallory that she would be back on Monday and that she would work on her temper and looked back over the text message chain with Monday.
"I'm free whenever you need me Evan."
Literally in the middle of a city filled to the brim with bars, liquor stores, and questionable morality, and they were each driving two hours to Baton Rogue to go to a bar that they traveled to together a few months back. If Evan remembered correctly, the drinks were strong and it was nice to get away from the city every once in a while. Spend time away from interns, from her brothers, from her job. Evan changed out of her work clothes and walked into the opening of her closet to try to pick something to wear. She looked over a red dress, the dress that she had been wearing the last time she saw Adam. It had been nearly three weeks since she finally confronted him about figuring out what they were doing. Three weeks since he told her that he was planning on going to Europe to figure out who he was. When she asked when he was planning on telling her, he apologized and she began to throw things at him. She yelled at him, threw things, but felt a lot better in the end.
"I'll see you there ma chere."
She pulled on a simple dark jean with the knees cut out, a green sweater, and some gold costume jewelry. She wasn't one to spend her hard earned money on something like a real gold necklace or silver ring that she would wear on occasion, but allow it to collect dust in some box. She grew up with everything she could have asked for, and a shitty parent who would have given it to her just to shut her up. She pulled on tan boots that stopped at her ankle and fixed her hair and makeup. A part of her scolded herself as she took the extra time to line her ruby colored lips. It was Monday. She had known him for a year, she spent time with him, she cared deeply for him. They had the secret between them of their one night together, and she shouldn't be risking making it a second.
No matter how much she wanted to.
If she was being completely frank with herself, as she made her way to her often neglected car and started to head to Baton Rogue. She had to stop reading into friendly text messages. He was a good friend. Her brother's best friend. The two hour drive was filled with annoying thoughts. Thoughts about work, about Gaspard and Will. More than any of that, about how relived she was that Adam was leaving. She was mad when he told her, sure, but after the initial rush of being with her boss, it died out. They missed each other, they never figured out what they were, it was nothing good. As she flung shoes and books at him, she understood deep inside that she deserved so much better than that.
She deserved to be cared for and she was going to work on that.
First, she was going to get a drink with a friend. An innocent drink, nothing more. Evan took a deep breath, unsure why she was feeling as awkward as she was. She grabbed her purse and walked inside, taking a comfortable looking booth while she waited for Monday to show up. Given how her luck had been lately, she wouldn't be surprised if he walked in with her brothers to cheer her up.
Post by Gideon "Monday" Beauchene on Jan 23, 2019 18:47:15 GMT
all the pieces lie where they fell...
♠️
For the twelfth time, that day Monday lifted his phone and began to write a text.
Hey, I’m going out with Evan tonight.
That was as far as he got before he looked at the icon displaying the charming smile of Will. For the twelfth time, Monday erased the text and tossed his phone across his passenger seat. It shouldn’t have been a big deal. Without a doubt, Will was his closest and most endearing friend. Being almost thirty it felt childish to throw around the term best friend but it was the only word that fit. Evan was also his friend. He was allowed to hang out with her. They were allowed to have time together without other people being around.
No matter how he tried to justify it he could feel his guilt gnawing at him. It was that same guilt that had prompted him to suggest meeting in Baton Rouge. Two hours from home and having almost no chance of any of the friends in their social circle from running into them. It felt like the safest option. The safest option for what though? He was going out there to have a drink and talk.
From the sounds of it, Evan had been having a rough day and wanted to blow off steam. He could already play out what would happen. They’d sit, they’d drink, and she’d vent to him. Monday would just sit and just listen. Eventually, between Evan’s tolerance and Monday’s size, they’d end up drinking way more than they should and end up having to take an overpriced Uber home. He could try and say that they wouldn’t but that was clearly a lie. It was much too easy to lose track of how many drinks you had when it good company.
When Monday pulled up to the bar he collected his phone and gave himself a quick once over in the visor mirror. He’d wanted to dress casually but not too casually. He’d ended up selecting a light blue button-up and a pair of black jeans. Discontent with it he accentuated his attire with a dark gray sweater in a feeble attempt to conceal his bulk. Now, sitting in front of the bar he was beginning to regret his choice in clothing all over again. He let out a sigh, realizing it was futile to worry about his clothes now. He slapped the visor closed, left his car, and made his way into the bar. The entire way he reminded himself:
This was completely platonic.
He spotted her from across the room and whatever apprehension he had melted away. His eyes lingered on her from afar and the corner of his expressive lips tilted upward. It always brightened his mood to see her. He’d wondered how long it had been like that? Since that night? Since always? He quickly remembered himself and Evan’s ability to delve into the thoughts of others. Sometimes it was struggle being around gifted humans, especially the Charbonneau family. With Will one had to worry about being a casualty of his luck, with Evan you had to make sure that you never let your mind wander too far, and Gaspard… Monday shuddered at the last time he’d been a victim of the middle child’s powers. He forced those thoughts away as he closed the distance between him and Evan.
The one thought that he did allow to permeate his thoughts was that he was glad he had not selected one of his green sweaters. His closet was filled with greens, grays, and browns. He wasn’t sure if it was a subconscious choice calling back to the color of his shifted form or if he genuinely liked the colors. Either way, it would have been incredibly awkward to match with his date... Wait, no not his date, with Evan. Evan wasn’t his date.
“Fancy meeting you here,” Monday chimed as he slid into the seat in front of Evan. It was a corny joke and he was well aware of how awful it was. Evan knew what she was getting into. As often as they chided Will for making terrible jokes Monday was just as guilty. His usual dry delivery was the only saving grace as almost everyone seemed to miss that he was even making a joke.
“Sorry if I’m a little late. I had a hard time trying to find something that wasn’t work attire. I have no idea when my closet turned into nothing but teacher clothes and chef uniforms. It’s mildly concerning, apparently, I’m no longer a person, just a teacher. We aren’t here to listen to me gripe about my wardrobe. We’re here for you. What’s got you in such a bad way, ma chère? Woes at work still?” The guilt and anxiety from before had completely melted at this point. Monday lounged comfortably before Evan, the perfect picture of contentment. Even when not smiling, his crystal blue eyes seemed to hint at the cheer behind them.
She promised herself that she was not going to end up alone with Monday like this again. She promised herself that she certainly wasn't going to drink with him again.
She told herself a lot of things, but the most burning of them all was how many times she told herself over the year that that night meant nothing to her. That she didn't think about how much she craved Monday, that she didn't think about how much she wanted to be with him. But, for probably the thousandth time since she left her New Orleans apartment, she reminded herself again that there was no possible way that Monday would want the same.
They had their history and both made it painfully clear that they couldn't have anything else. No matter how much she wanted to.
Evan pulled out her phone and looked over the text messages again. The back and forth, the easy conversations they always seemed to have. She could have texted her brothers, or asked Mal to meet after giving trauma counseling to the poor crying interns. She could have sent a text to Jae, or Joshua, or any of her other friends. But she texted Monday. She asked to go to a city two hours away with Monday. She asked the person she told herself over and over again that she couldn't be alone with and was literally running away to another city to be with him.
Completely platonic. Obviously.
But when she considered texting her brother that she was going to stay in Baton Rogue over the weekend, she switched to a hotel app instead. No way was she going to want to drive back to New Orleans, between her tendencies towards over drinking, and Monday's size, the two were in for a long night. She picked one down the street from the bar, picked the easiest option for a room and confirmed. She could go back to New Orleans on Sunday. She wanted to spend the weekend away from any reminder of In the NOLA.
And of course if Monday also drank too much, he could always stay in the hotel with her. That was what friends were for after all.
Still. Completely platonic.
When she saw his large frame filled the doorway, she felt her smile double in the horseshoe shaped booth. The fact that he was willing to be there for her in another city just to let her vent about a shit day at work, she knew that she was lucky. She had accepted to many excuses, maybe this was why it was hard for her to move on from that one night a year ago. No one she had been with treated her as well as Monday had and she wasn't sure if that said more about him or about what she was willing to accept from others.
What she was willing to be okay with and still chase after with text messages and phone calls begging for an explanation when she was realistically owed none. When he left, she was freed. She was able to figure out her life and all of that was coming derailed with every step Gideon Beauchene took towards her. She smiled at Monday, fidgeting in her seat that she was going to claim was because she was uncomfortable in the booth, but was really because she wanted to let go some of the nervous energy. Every grand step, it was towards her and it was really difficult not to read more into how nice he looked, how much he was smiling, how much she felt flutters in her stomach over it.
Just friends getting a drink.
She grinned when he slid into the bar across from her, light blue shirt that looked good on him. Most things looked good on him. She grinned at his lame joke and toyed with the sleeves of her sweater, anything to keep from reaching out and touching anything that she wasn't supposed to. The more she could think about how Monday was Will's best friend, the easier this was all going to be. She needed to just remember all of the reasons why she couldn't keep harboring these feelings. They were never going to go anywhere. She was going to end up heartbroken and lost in the end if she kept trying to make something out of every act of kindness.
This was completely platonic.
"Far from home and getting into a little bit of trouble. Color me intrigued." She teased, mentally kicking herself but knowing the longer they talked and the more they drank, the more chances she was going to flirt with with him. "You're not too late, and you-" She took a pause to pointedly look him over, as if she hadn't been doing that since he walked through the door. "You look really, really, nice Monday. You always do." Sometimes he picked more greens and browns when he wasn't dressed like a teacher or a chef, she peeked down at her green sweater, curious if he also thought that he looked familiar to his own wardrobe.
Not that she would want him to think she looked nice. Or if she did- not that she would care one way or another. She did.
"Even when you look like a teacher or a chef. You always look nice." She wore mostly business ware to her work, so any chance she could dive into the nicer clothes in her closet that weren't button ups or bleak journalist ware. She did keep a pair of fuzzy frog slippers under her desk at In the NOLA for when she was getting into a deep writing trance and needed to get rid of her signature heels.
"Work has been something." She looked over at the wall of jeweled toned bottles behind the bartender. "What are you drinking? First round is on me." She asked, knowing that she was going to have to get a drink in before going into how completely psychotic idiots made her.
"I might have lost my shit on someone at work and there's a chance I was escorted off the property."
Post by Gideon "Monday" Beauchene on Feb 2, 2019 9:18:34 GMT
all the pieces lie where they fell...
♠️
It was just an exchanging of pleasantries. Monday shouldn’t have felt the rush of blood to his face at her words. “Oh yes, I’m very becoming in my sweater vest or my grease-stained smock. The very picture of the sexy high school teacher.” He had to downplay her compliment, less he took it to heart. The flirting that happened between them, the light touching. It was just playful banter. It was simply their way. At this point though Monday couldn’t remember if it had been like that before their evening together. He liked to think that it had been but wasn’t sure if that made the situation better or worse. Every time he came around Evan he found himself questioning such innocuous things.
Had they?
Hadn’t they?
Was it always like this?
Maybe it had changed?
“And you look gorgeous as always, Evangeline.” Words that were so commonly spoken without any substance behind them. The way Monday’s eyes lingered upon Evan as he spoke though it was hard to believe that. He’d always thought that she was the most enchanting women he’d ever seen, ever since he first laid eyes upon her. The luster of her hair, the curve of her lips, the way his hands had fit on her hips...
It had started as just some infatuation, an innocent crush. He had never thought that anything would come of it. A night alone and too many drinks were the only catalyst it had taken for it to become more. The next morning brought a hangover and the all to painful truth that was reality. He’d forced himself to bury those feelings long ago, shoveling logic and good sense atop them in order to stifle them. The way he looked at her showed it was a battle he was losing even if he couldn’t see it for himself.
“So you said on the phone. Let’s start with an Old Fashion, no sense and trying to rush this night.” It was a drink Monday was quite fond of, something that he could sip on while they talked before the heavy drinking began. He was sure he’d go through several of the “old man” drinks as some of his friends called them before he worked up the courage and lost his good sense and started taking shots. Besides, the longer he could stretch out this meeting the more time he’d be able to spend with Evan without judgemental eyes trained upon them.
He’d prepared himself for a couple of scenarios. Being forcibly removed from her office had been near the very bottom of that list. Instantly, the man went from casual ease to oozing concern. His mind conjured the worst of outcomes before he was even able to vocalize a response. “Evan,” Monday was stricken.”How much trouble are you in? You didn’t get fired, did you?” He wasn’t sure just how seriously Evan’s transgression had been or what it entailed for her job. His mind was only able to follow a few lines of reasoning. In the end, they all ended up arriving at the same conclusion; Adam. The gourmet frowned, laying his hands on the table before them. “Does it have anything to do with Adam? If he’s giving you any problems all you have to do is say the word and I’d gladly eat him.” Monday smiled, the change only beginning to take hold of him allowing his teeth the morph into the plentiful and conical shape the held in his crocodilian form.
He was only half joking with his offer. While he had found the man pleasant and likable there was something that had rubbed him the wrong way. Perhaps, it wasn’t anything about Adam simply that he’d maintained rather close proximity to Evan for a majority of the night, a spot that Monday had enjoyed until the other man’s arrival. He’d been more than content with her standing by his side as he busied himself in the kitchen. It had been one of the highlights of the entire night, not that he’d every vocalize that to anyone.
Monday wasn’t jealous though. That thought was simply preposterous. It was just his nature to be territorial even if it had been weeks since his last shift. Anytime another man began to spend more time with Evan Monday found himself on edge. For the last year, he’d been able to hide his wariness behind the facade of being a concerned, overprotective friend. It was a mask he wore so well that even he couldn’t tell he was wearing it some days.
“Well, probably not gladly. Maybe a bit begrudgingly but the end result will be the same. Don’t tell your brothers I offered they’ll probably start getting ideas. Will might try and use me as a living garbage disposal and Gaspard would just want to see what it looks like. If you do I’ll deny everything.”
She had a few compliments on the tip of her tongue. Comments about how he was much more becoming outside of his sweater vests, grease-stained smocks, or anything to inhibit the damn near perfect of his bare body. One that she remembered very well. The causal touches, the hugs in greeting and departure. The times when she would find herself lingering a glance and blushing when he caught her. She told herself that they were like any other friends. That all friends acted this way together. She slept with her friend Jae Hyun after Adam rejected her, but she didn't have the same reaction to him. Jae Hyun was still just her friend, but Monday was always going to have something more for her.
Not that he was more.
He was- but.
He wasn't anything that was hers. No matter what she wanted to believe could happen, or might happen. No matter what she wanted, at the end of the day they were just friends. He was her brother's best friend and there were certain lines that just didn't get crossed.
No matter how many times she thought about it.
"Such sweet words I'm starting to question your intentions with me." Another teasing flirt, but she was curious about what the night could bring them. She had a few ideas, some of them including sitting and drinking until they fall over in the hotel room she booked. Other thoughts included seeing if they fit together as well as she remembered.
The first time she met Monday, it had been Will introducing his new friend to her. They met up, grabbed some coffee, and she thought that he was incredibly handsome, funny, and charming. She liked the way his eyes lit up when he talked about food, and she liked the way he looked at her. She told herself that it was some crush, and that nothing would come from it. That night when they drank too much and their flirting turned into a catalyst between the two of them. By the time the next morning rolled around, they both remembered Guillaume and remembered that there was no way he wouldn't throw a six foot tall temper tantrum over it. Rather than being willing to risk it, she agreed that they had to just pretend like nothing happened. That they would take it to the grave.
No need to rush the night. She was trying to tell herself that he didn't mean anything by it. Though she was going to have her head spinning with all of the possibilities and deeper meanings of what he could want them not to rush towards, "Agreed." She crossed to the bar, giving a charming smile, "Two Old Fashions, and keep em coming." She asked the bartender, leaving a card for a tab with the two of them. She returned to her seat, moving closer to Monday in the horseshoe shaped booth. Not because she wanted to just be closer to him, no. She wanted to just - be um closer to him. For their conversation.
Purely for conversational purposes.
She made a face over his Evan and knew exactly what he was thinking. She was going to put his mind at ease that there was no way that Mallory would fire her. Best friend or not she was one of the best writers on staff and she was going to keep her job no matter how many times she was escorted from the premises. No matter how many times Mallory and Adam had to do harassment seminars for everyone in the office that was oddly specific about the things she might say to them or do. When he mentioned Adam, she was even more confused but felt something radical deep inside of her.
Monday was a little jealous of Adam. Crocodile teeth and all.
"You can put the teeth away, it has nothing to do with Adam. He's actually gone." She took a sip of her drink when it was placed in front of her and looked at Monday, "Adam is in Europe fucking his way to a meaning in his life, I guess." She looked over at Monday and smiled, "I'm not in any trouble, I just have a long weekend in Baton Rogue and an intern that will know better than to touch my things. It was just a long day and I wanted to see- I wanted to see you."
She knew that she came across as a brat at times, but she got the work done and she did what she needed to do. "Though if that's an offer that could stay on the table, I wouldn't mind having an apex predator at my beck and call. I'm sure we could come up with a way to make it worth your while." She flirted with an increasing amount of sincerity with each second that passed between the two of them.
As much as she tried to keep his thoughts out of her head, the mental image Monday was conjuring of a happy Thanksgiving standing together. Talking and sipping wine as he busied himself with the dressing was a much better mental image than the memory of Adam bringing Mexican beer and his awkward self. There was always next year. She took another sip of her drink and pushed his thoughts out of her head. Part of her was worried about the more she drank with him, the more of those thoughts that might sneak into her head.
"Keep the offer between the two of us, who knows what Gaspard would do if he found out you were taking requests." She teased, "So what have you been up to? Besides grease-stained smocks? Those Primbrats treating you okay?" She never went to the ivory tower school, but she knew the type. She knew that Monday was more than capable of taking care of himself at work, but she always worried that one of those little brats would blow up his kitchen or something.
Post by Gideon "Monday" Beauchene on Mar 29, 2019 17:43:22 GMT
all the pieces lie where they fell...
♠️
Monday guffawed at Evan’s playful words, his dark complexion concealing the sudden rush of color to his face. His intentions were nothing but honorable. He always thought that Evan was the most beautiful woman he’d ever set eyes on. He couldn’t help but tell her every time he saw her, losing control over his tongue whenever she came into view. He found himself at a loss for words. Anything he might have said would have only incriminated him further and made his unspoken feelings all the more real. Locked away behind his eyes and kept off his tongue it made them easier to deny and shove toward the back of his mind.
Since that dreadful Thanksgiving, it was becoming harder to do so. Events that transpired had jostled his feelings lose from their hiding place. As he’d watched Adam and Evan from across the table he quietly seethed, forgetting the meal he had metaphorically poured his blood, sweat, and crocodile tears into. It was getting harder to keep their secret from Will. The man was adamant to set Monday up, going so far as to randomly select prospective “hook-ups” on the evolvd app. It was hard for Monday to have eyes for them when they were already trained on something else.
Monday began to object as Evan ran to get their drinks but before he could even raise a fuss she was already gone. He sighed in an over the top manner, making sure that the woman could hear her as she sashayed away. He hadn’t meant to stare as she left him behind. He was making sure that nothing happened to her on the short trip from their booth to the bar top. He blamed it on his animal instincts. He also blamed those when his gaze traveled downward and was firmly glued to her ass. She turned around a bit faster than he expected and was forced to pretend to eyeball the bartender, a burly man who might have given Declan a run for his money in the manly department.
When she finally returned to his side she made sure that she was quite literally at his side. It was nice having her be so close. He took the Old Fashioned she sat beside him and sipped at it. Sipped might have been delicate a word as nearly a third of the drink vanished in an instant.
The revelation that Adam had left the country alleviated some of his unvoiced, yet very noticeable, concerns. The information that followed was less pleasant.
“Evan,” Again he called her name, this time it carried a different weight behind it. It held all of the worries as the first utterance but somewhere hidden in its softness one could tell how touched the man was that she sought him out. “Well, you have me all to yourself, ma chère. I'm always just a phone call away."
He'd done his best to avoid joining into the playful banter and flirting but his resolve was only so strong. The conical teeth of his other form vanished as a lopsided grin appeared.
“Oh, I’m certain you could think of something to keep me on retainer. My services do not exactly come cheap.”
Mention of work and his students took all the wind out of the crocs sails and he let out a laborious sigh.
“You know, I thought that I would have some insight into the mind of my students, having been in their shoes before. That I could teach them to love cooking just as much as I did. I had completely forgotten that even as a teenager I never understood teenagers.” Monday’s lips pressed together in an expression of discontent. “None of the kids in my class seem to be there because they want to. Most of them took it because they thought it was an easy A which it most decidedly is not. I guess before I showed up culinary arts was the class you took to pad your GPA and to fool around in the pantry.”
Monday had thought that teaching would have been a very different experience. He knew that it would be nothing like his work in the field and that he would have to be patient. Waltzing in and becoming the cool teacher like Mr. Turner from Boy Meets World. Instead, he felt more like Mr. Feeny minus the life-changing lessons.
He was pretty sure Mr.Feeny had never caught two kids with their pants down, literally, on a sack of flour. Nor had he ever chased two students out of said pantry with their pants still around their ankles.
“So, I guess they’re treating me just like any other teacher. Sometimes I think I'd be better off just calling the teacher thing and getting a job at a place like this.” While Monday loved to cook he despised working beneath other chefs. In the confines of Primrose, it was different. His professional pride wasn't being directly insulted, largely just indirectly. In the kitchen of a restaurant, it was another story entirely. There were few chefs he deigned good enough to be his superior and nearly all of them lived on the east coast.
He'd thought of going back out east but in the year since he'd been back, he'd made too many connections. Found too many reasons to stay.
"Know any places that are hiring?" he asked one of his reasons.
Notes: I don't know if I could ever apologize enough. Like, ever. Tags: Evangeline Charbonneau
Post by Evangeline Charbonneau on Mar 31, 2019 22:21:04 GMT
. . .
It was too easy to flirt with Monday. She tried to tell herself it was because there was no substance behind her words, that it was easy because she didn't mean anything to it but that was a lie. It was easy because she meant every word of it. It was easy because she was just speaking what she wanted to tell him, it just didn't matter. They slept together a year ago and agreed that it was just a fluke, that it didn't meant anything because of a six foot four toddler casting a shadow over anything they would want to have between them. Assuming Monday would want something. A big assumption on her behalf. Guillaume would never be able to be okay with this, thus them meeting a whole major city over from where her brother was likely to be. She was surprised that they didn't agree to meet in a whole different state just to make sure there was no chance that the luckiest man in the world suddenly got unlucky.
Will had never been such a big influence on her relationships in the past, he just got lucky in meeting Monday before Evan could. Instead she tried to pour her attentions in a boss who enjoyed bombarding her with lust filled thoughts that she thought would help to get Monday out of her system. That she thought would help her move on from someone who meant so much to her.It didn't work and she was sure that was part of the reason why she threw things at Adam when he told her that he was going to hide out in Europe to find himself. He had a specific purpose for her and he didn't fulfill it. She met with guys on evOLvd, including Monday's coworker Joshua, but nothing clicked the way she clicked with the croc.
She wasn't sure if she even wanted to click with any of them the way she clicked with Monday.
She could hear the beginnings of his protests, but he should know better than to try to fight her when she had her mind on something. They had known each other for too long for that kind of ignorance. Evan leaned against the bar, giving a decent view of her ass to Monday if he should be interested enough to look. Not that she was going to listen into any thoughts he had, that would be an invasion of his privacy and she worked hard to keep unwanted thoughts out of her own head. The bartender made quick work of the drinks and slid them to her hands, with a thanks she turned and caught Monday staring in her direction. A swell of pride that he was looking at her, but quickly changed his direction towards the bartender. She placed the drinks down and smirked at him, "You want me to get his number for you? Cause I'm going to warn you, I don't handle jealousy well."
Being closer, the sweet burn of the drink, it was perfect. She looked over at her drinking partner, noting that he gulped a portion of it down, "Careful, you get too tipsy and you might have to crash in my hotel room tonight." She teased with tinge of sincerity. "Drinking and driving being um, bad and all that." A woman literally paid to write words and that was the best she had to offer. She took a deeper drink of her Old Fashion, ready to hide under the table at even offering to share the room with him already.
Sure she had every intention of asking but she assumed that that she would have to wait until she was much drunker than what two little sips of an Old Fashion could do to her.
"I'm okay, it's good actually. He liked to say nice things, and then blow me off. Kinda the type that I seem to attract." She wanted to mention that the present company was excluded, but he should know that he was better than any of the assholes that tried to go after her. That he was something better and more than them. "Careful, my brothers might abuse your bites, but you know I don't cook. I might just call you over to make me dinner."
Damn why did he have to be so cute? She felt any negative feelings about Adam leaving drop away with his smile and it felt good.
“Oh I'm sure you'll figure out what you want from me." She bantered from over the brim of her drink. She knew exactly what she wanted from him and she wasn't sure if she would be able to just enjoy it one night a year or whatever weird trend the two of them were starting up with each other.
The deep sigh had her pushing his drink back towards his hands, "That good huh?"
If Evan was being completely honest, she would have taken a culinary arts class to pad her schedule. Once her abilities started to show up, she was mostly homeschooled with private tutors. The Charbonneau family had wealth, but nothing like what was needed to afford the Primrose tuition. She knew that cooking was important to Monday, but she could see where his students were coming from. A chance to cook, eat, and hang out with a hot teacher? She would have taken it. "They fool around in the pantry? Like on top of the rice and flour and stuff?" She asked with a laugh. The idea of Monday taking a job where he thought he would have the chance to impart wisdom on his students and end up having to pull apart horny teens was almost too funny for Evan. She reached over and placed her hand over his, "I'm sorry I just had a picture of you with a fireman hose spraying them down."
Evan contained her laughter and looked over at Monday, "I'm sure there are some students who really enjoy your class. Ones who look forward to spending time with you. You're pretty incredible and I'd hire you as a personal chef if I one: could afford your rates and two could handle your side eye over some of my dietary choices." She teased, knowing the judgement that he had over her store bought pies at Thanksgiving. It wasn't her fault that everything she ever tried to cook outside of the microwave was wrong. Too much salt, frozen in the center and burnt on the outside, raw and burnt. She was a master of all of it.
Evan leaned her elbows on the table and looked at Monday with a humorous grin, "So you became a teacher to teach the youth about food, and you're upset because they're treating you like a teacher there to teach them how to cook. The nerve they have!" She said with a false shock in her voice, "Look, you are an amazing chef and if you enjoy teaching than keep at that. If you hate having to work with horny teenagers, then can't you get a position working with some chefs in NOLA? I mean I know it's not New York of L.A, but it's got a pretty impressive food scene, doesn't it?" Given from what she knew from watching Food Network while pouring chips from the bag directly into her mouth.
"I mean restaurants? No. I don't. Will might know something." She regretted mentioning her brother as soon as his name came out of her mouth. She didn't want to think about her brother, she wanted to drink and flirt and feel better about the day she had and the twelve months that she had gone without this private intimate time with Monday.
"Unless you want to try your hand at writing reviews for In the NOLA, you'll get paid to tear apart other chefs, might be fun."
