Sha-Sha: *The apartment is in Westlake Village. A rather upscale kind of place. Sha's in the lobby waiting for him when he arrives. She's wearing a matte black leather catsuit with a red scarf tied at the waist and left to dangle down her hip. Being home, her feet are bare and she's got a keycard in one hand.*

Sha-Sha: ((Color!))

Christian Gallagher: He pushes through the door to the apartment, having just gotten off work, shouldering a backpack with one strap. The T-Shirt today reads "Your sister is HOT, but your mom does that thing with her tongue." He lokos up as he steps into the lobby, giving Sha-Sha a warm, friendly smile. "Hey, you."

Me: ((Somebody had a good shopping trip a few nights back.))

Sha-Sha: ((*LOL* who's "Me")) *She smiles, happy to see him looking in such a good mood. For her part, she looks...a little buzzed. *She gives Christian a hug, then leads him to the elevator.* Hey hun, how are you doing?

Sha-Sha: She leads him into the elevator, pressing the card against a panel then pressing for the 4th floor. When they arrive, he'll see a place with wooden floors, walls painted black. Blood red plush carpets laid here and there. Soft comfortable couches, a coffee table. One wall has a large map apparently glued to a corkboard. The opposite has a picture of a guy who appears to be about 16. He's got sort of a gothic bad boy look to him. There's a well appointed but practically pristine kitchen and two doors off to the left, one off to the right. He might note a few darts laying on the coffee table.

Christian Gallagher: He smiles and wraps an arm around Sha-Sha, hugging her back, and moves to follow. "I'm all right. It was a good day. No one tried to hit me, stab me, or shoot me." He follows along, looking around the apartment with an appreciative look. "nice place..."

Sha-Sha: *Across from the couches is a large entertainment system, currently with some soft...soothing music playing. Instrumental.*

Sha-Sha: *She grimaces.* Yeah...that's sorta why I called. Would you like anything to drink? I've got Grey Goose, Whiskey, water...um, that's really about it. I think I could heat some water for tea. *She smiles a bit at the compliment to her apartment.* Thanks.

Christian Gallagher: "A whiskey would be nice. Never complain about an after-work drink." He looks at Sha-Sha, an eyebrow raised at the 'why I called' comment. "What do you mean, that's why you called?"

Sha-Sha: *She nods and pulls out the bottle and pours a glass for him and refills one for herself. The bottles starting to look rather empty. She carries them both over and offers him one before sitting on the couch.* I heard you were there when Marty got stabbed? *She sips from her drink, watching him*

Christian Gallagher: He takes the drink...and it almost slips out of his hand. "Marty...got STABBED?" He stares at her wide-eyed...face getting a flush to it, guilt hitting his eyes.

Sha-Sha: *She cringes and goes for the cup.* Er, I guess I got that wrong. Yeah, he did. Why are you looking guilty?

Christian Gallagher: He looks down at his drink, lips pursing. "That...Alyssa. She lost it in the theater. Decked Charlie...decked Marty--Martin. Tried to hit me. She ran off...I tried to help Martin." A hand comes up to rub over pinch the bridge of his nose. "He was a dick...called me 'Boy' and just got hostile with me. I could have helped him, but...I let him go." He's silent for a long moment, head bowed into those fingers on either side of the bridge of his nose.

Sha-Sha: *She sighs and nods, taking another drink.* She's got some issues. Multiple personalities. She doesn't remember it. I actually found out about this from her and have been trying to get an idea of what actually happened. Marty is...odd...like that. *Yes, she's TRYING to be diplomatic. No she doesn't like him much at this moment. She moves a bit closer, resting a hand on his arm.* Don't blame yourself for letting him go. It's probably for the best that you did.

Sha-Sha: ((Doesn't like Marty...rests a hand on Christian. *L*))

Christian Gallagher: "No, I..." He purses his lips, and takes a good strong swallow from the glass. He looks away, focusing on the picture across the room. "Is he okay?"

Sha-Sha: *She nods.* Yeah, he's bandaged up and resting. Grumpy as ever.

Sha-Sha: I think somewhere under his grumpiness, he's mostly upset that he's not able to help her better. *She sighs and shakes her head.* I think. *She drinks again, finishing off her glass, who knew how many that made tonight.* Damn, I'm sorry, I really thought you'd been there. I didn't mean to spoil your night.

Christian Gallagher: He seems relieved at that, and sighs, relaxing. "Good." He reaches up and runs a hand through his hand, smiling sort of nervously. "So...multiple personalities? I had a friend who said I was always a crazy magnet, but I kind of thought he was speaking less literally."

Sha-Sha: *She laughs a bit and nods* Apparently she's seen some really bad stuff, I don't know any details, and her mind is trying to cope with it.

Sha-Sha: *she empties the bottle into both hers and his glass dividing what's left evenly. Then she downs the bit in her glass.*

Christian Gallagher: He sighs, and shakes his head, pain for the girl who he doesn't know beyond two meetings, who tried to knock him out, evident on his face. "That's...poor girl. I wish...there was something I could do to help." He moves to take a seat finally, downing his drink with a wince.

Sha-Sha: Yeah, me too. I'm trying. That's why I was trying to figure out what exactly happened. She doesn't remember and Marty was rather fuzzy headed and not always clear. I guess I was hoping to be able to reassure her that people don't hate her, you know?

Christian Gallagher: "I certainly don't hate her..." He leans back on the couch, looking tired...not physically, perhaps. But emotionally, very. "I was thrown...literally, as a matter of fact. When I tried to tackle her so she wouldn't hit Charlie. Suffice it to say, he doesn't recover from bruising so easily."

Sha-Sha: *She nods* I don't think I've met him yet. Are you okay? *The look on her face is a mix of concern and guilt.*

Christian Gallagher: "You met Charlie...he's my roommate. The guy who drums at the hospital." He shrugs a little bit. "I'm fine. No damage done whatsoever...just my pride, and maybe a little temprary dent to my faith in people. It'll straighten out to normal, though." He smiles a little. "I don't give up easily."

Sha-Sha: Oh right, sorry. Been a long couple of days. *She sighs* I hope it straightens out quickly. I'd hate to be the one who caused the dent. Even indirectly. And you've got no reason to be ashamed. You did what you could.

Christian Gallagher: "It will." He grins a little bit, though it quickly fades away, eyes finding his knees. "I...look, Sha-Sha. I know I did what I could. But...I don't know." He sighs. "I think maybe I'm losing my touch or something."

Sha-Sha: What do you mean?

Christian Gallagher: "Let's see," he says with a faint smirk. "I try to look out for Adriana and help her out, and she responds by taking the emotional knife and doing the jab and twist. I know, she was drunk, and she apologized, even. Still. There was Jez, and I just made a bad situation worse...I managed to piss Marty off. I was the first person Alyssa swung at. And so on and so forth." He shrugs and reaches up to scratch his neck, frowning. "I don't know. It's just...shit's out of control, and it seems to keep getting out of control around me."

Sha-Sha: *She shakes her head.* Adriana is severely OCD and was having a bad night and I made it far worse. Not your fault at all. I don't know Jez. Alyssa told me that she was Agneta the other day, again, not something you have any control over. Marty has a stick so far up his ass he should have leaves coming out his ears. You can't help but piss that man off.

Sha-Sha: Unfortunately, you're in New York. This city seems to be a haven for chaos.

Sha-Sha: ((City should be State))

Christian Gallagher: "I've lived in New York my entire life...this isn't news. Just..." He leays back on the couch wish a frown, slumping down, his head laying against the backrest. He's quiet for a moment, hands playing with the glass. He watches the light refracting for a moment through the glass, a faint smile coming to his face.

Sha-Sha: *She watches him quietly, waiting for him to speak, letting him hold onto whatever it is that's making him smile. In the mean time. She pulls out the bottle of vodka and pours herself a glass. Yeah she's working on getting good and blitzed, tonight.*

Christian Gallagher: "I'll be fine," he says finally, looking over to her. "I always bounce back. Each and every time."

Sha-Sha: I wish this shit didn't keep happening around you like this. You deserve better. *She takes a gulp of the drink. She's already pretty relaxed. Probably a good thing she's at home.*

Christian Gallagher: He chuckles a little bit. "Story of my life, hon." A slight shrug. "But enough about me. What about you?"

Sha-Sha: Hmm? What about me? *She blinks at him*

Sha-Sha: *movie magic pause button*