Felisa Espinosa: Point to point to point to point. Not a bad way to get around the city at all, she thought, remembering the boredom of buses; she couldn't wait to get a fucking car so she wouldn't have to use public transit on a constant basis. It made her smile to think about how things were coming along; there was real progress, a light at the end of the tunnel, and hardy-har-har for the punny. She'd not seen her family in a while, being a busy bee, and she was surprised that the emotions bubbling forth were not as strong as they once were.

Christian Gallagher: He steps onto the subway, putting his MetroCard into the pocket of his leather jacket and sighing. A hand runs through his hair, burshing it back from his face before he looks around, trying to find a seat. The T-Shirt today reads "I Beta-Tested Your Girlfriend" with a computer-like design of successive green circles behind the white lettering.

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+alert: 8,6,9,7,9,

Christian Gallagher: d10: Per+Alert: 2,7,5,9,10,

Christian Gallagher: He looks over, nodding as he catches Felisa's gaze, giving the woman a warm, friendly smile. He makes his way over to her. "Hey hey. What's up?"

Felisa Espinosa: She looked at the masses as they came through the doors, watching the people shuffle and silently moan about their purgatory: why am I doing what I hate? Why am I making 50k and feel so damned dead inside? is this all there is?
Hmm. That one. That one that she knew from the bar. Felisa hopped up, looked at him and tilted her head in that strange rag-doll fashion. "Here. You look tired. Sit as the worm travels."

Christian Gallagher: "Thanks." He gives Felisa a grateful smile and takes the offered seat, dropping down with a sigh. "Feet are killing me. How are you?"

Felisa Espinosa: "Between moments from the looks of things. Did you just get off of dull work, only to be going to exciting work?" she asks, swaying as the car sped along.

Christian Gallagher: "No, no. Only one job for me. Just lots of venues." He grins a little and leans back against the cheap subway seat cushion. "Came from another day of doin' little, on my way to work."

Felisa Espinosa: "It's always like that. People need to keep busy or they wind down," she says, looking at the people around them. They seemed to fan out, protecting their personal boundaries. "Wednesdays are sluggish nights, but they have been known to throw out a sporadic fit. I'm hoping for the fit."

Christian Gallagher: "Mmm...you're a fan of fits, then?" He looks up at her curiously. "Me, I don't mind a little relaxation. Interesting is good up to a point, but there is a such thing as too much."

Felisa Espinosa: "Not so much a fit as the realization that something is tittering, just about to fall or change into something else. That one shining moment where the dice hang in midair before they pummet and reveal. Fuck, I seem to be waxing poetic tonight. Sorry about that."
She smiled a little, looking down.

Christian Gallagher: He chuckles softly. "That's okay...Felisa, right? Don't worry about it...better to wax poetic then come off monosyllabic. Pretentious is better then cave-man."

Felisa Espinosa: "Fel. Not that I particularly like the name, or hate it. It just seems easier for most people. And there's nothing wrong with cave-man in my opinion. You know where they're coming from at least." She looked a little distant, thoughtful. Her eyes went back to him. "I'm curious as to how you ran into that doctor woman, but you need'nt tell."

Christian Gallagher: "Who, Adriana?" He shrugs a little bit, leaning back and sighing. "I'm a deejay. She came into the Limelight a couple nights ago, and I was there before my shift. She got fairly trashed, and was...rather uncomfortable with the amtosphere of the place. She stumbled out of the place, I went to go make sure she made it to a hotel without getting mugged, gangraped, or killed, and she made sure I didn't want to contionue to put forth the effort." A bit of lingering pain there, at whatever went on between him and Dr. Carmichael.

Felisa Espinosa: "Believe it or not the woman's actually trying to reach out into a larger world. But she's failing at it and getting worse, at least from my viewpoint."
Something inside of Felisa rustled a bit.
"I'd be wary, if I were you."

Christian Gallagher -> Felisa Espinosa: ((And it's time for me to go home from work...I'll be back in about 30. You mind pausing until then? Or we can just fade if you want, whichever.))

Felisa Espinosa -> Christian Gallagher: ((We can pause if you wish. Either way we'll play tonight))

Christian Gallagher -> Felisa Espinosa: ((Cool cool..see ya in a bit. *Hugs*))