RP for erikscordelia

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OOC:from here Jordan debated on what bar to meet Lorna, but visions of agreeing to march down the aisle, flanked by 14 bridesmaids in rainbow-colored Scarlett O’hara gowns (with matching parasols), told her that it might be in everybody’s best interest to kick around wedding ideas stone, cold sober. She opted for cafe close to work and asked if

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[erikscordelia]

[trust_issue]

Lorna's smile was perfectly respectable but she looked...drained, for the lack of a better word. She chalked it up to surviving the holidays in a life in the fastlane. That and her Y-chromosomed complication.

"Surprisingly good," Jordan answered, with a grin. "The season was pretty light in morgue terms. But the month's still young." And you're in townJordan wasn't naive. She knew Lorna wasn't the overworked, paper pushing R&D scientist she claimed she was. But she wasn't stupid enough to delve either. It was a nice relationship of don't ask, don't tell

[erikscordelia]

[trust_issue]

Double onion rings and a vanilla milkshake were definitely on order.

“To tell you the truth I thought he was breaking up with me,” Jordan said rearranging the flatware in front of her. “I worked a double Christmas Eve. Woody was going to come pick me up after Mass and we were going to spend Christmas Day watching basketball and well, enjoying an actual 24 hours when clothing was an option,” she grinned.

“Anyway, he called an hour early and asked for me to meet him on the roof.”

Jordan frowned. Up to that point, the roof was were they went when they didn’t want to be overheard. And nine time out of ten it wasn’t a warm fuzzy conversation.

“He’d been acting strange all week. I walked up there half expecting to be calling to the carpet about something legally questionable. I gave him crap about missing Christmas Mass being the eighth deadly sin and he said we needed to talkJordan paused as the waitress put their food down in front of them

[erikscordelia]

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"We've been on, off, and everything in-between for close to eight years. I met Woody while working a murder-for-hire case. He was this painfully green new hire from Wisconsin of all places. He started hanging around....like some kind of puppy. He was a nice guy...but not my kind of man. Somehow he, well, got under my skin until I couldn't ignore that itch any longer.

She studied the ice melting in her iced tea. "When I called my father and told him I was engaged, he wasn't surprised. I told him I was just waiting for Woody to grow up. He laughed and said it was the exact opposite."

[erikscordelia]

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"I believe he's more relieved than anything," she admited. "He thinks I need a keeper."