Gina Torrio (Waterfront): *Gina sits on a rock, safely away from the water's edge, bundled up in a long green sweater, baby sleeping close against her chest as she stares off across the water. The sliver of the moon occasionally reflects off the dull black water, rippling starkly*

Gina Torrio (Waterfront): *A sigh, she casts soft brown eyes down to the tot in her arms. A chill wind ghosts past mother and child, flouncing the blonde woman's curls wantonly and causing the little boy to flinch against the cold. Gina pulls his toque down over his head more fully, adjusting his blankets as he falls back into contented sleep. She raises her chin and shifts a rounded rump, one eye on the water*

Christian Gallagher: He's walking down the street, bundled up NICE and good. It's cold out, and the LAST fucking thing he wants to do is catch a cold. He takes a drag off his cigarette, humming a snippet of Orbital's "Halcyon" as he makes his way along the waterfront.

Gina Torrio (Waterfront): *A melody niggles at her as Christian draws closer from a sidestreet, tugging at the vestige of a memory. She curves her lips sideways, and looks up quickly, eyes bright*

Christian Gallagher: He looks down toward the water, and squints a little bit as he seems to recognize the woman...where was? Oh, yes, the doctor's office. He smiles in her direction and makes his way toward her, waving so as not to be sneaking up on Gina and child.

Gina Torrio (Waterfront): *The light fades a little as she sees who it is. A bit of a frown, before she releases her sudden death grip on her son, and offers the man a smile* Hello loves. You alright?

Christian Gallagher: A slight, raised eyebrow as she seems to get a bit down on seeing him. Still, the friendly, easy smile stays on, and he comes up. "Hey...good to see you again. I'm okay. You?"

Gina Torrio (Waterfront): *She opens her mouth, then stops and considers her answer a moment longer. A quick uneasy glance at the shoreline, before she quirks a goodnatured smile* I'm alright peaches. Doin alright. You over your spot of sick? *she leans over and pats a rock beside her, one hand holding the sleeping boy close*

Christian Gallagher: He smiles slightly. "No. Afraid not...but there's always hope." He shrugs a bit. "How about you? Feeling better?"

Gina Torrio (Waterfront): *A nod.* Yeah peaches. Fit as a fiddle, I am. *Archie makes a squall suddenly, spitting his pacifier to the side. The curvy italian moll rustles in a dingey satchel, producing a large gingersnap and letting the boy slobber on it some. She looks up* cold ginger snap?

Christian Gallagher: "No, no," he says with a chuckle. "My mom got me sick to death of gingersnaps when I was about eight. Thanks, though." He looks over at Archie with a smile. "How's Archibald doing?"

Gina Torrio (Waterfront): What? *Gina's back goes stiff and she narrow her eyes at Christian, baby drawn closer protectively*

Christian Gallagher: He blinks, taking a step back. Obviously surprised by the reaction. "I just...asked how he was. I thought that was his name...that's what you called him in the doctor's office..."

Gina Torrio (Waterfront): d10: per sub: 3,7,9,3,7,

Gina Torrio (Waterfront) -> Christian Gallagher: ((Aerin said the same thing about not wanting ginger cookies. And since she was already thinking that way from the Halycon song, she's become suspicious. Its not like he's not changed identities before))

Christian Gallagher -> Gina Torrio (Waterfront): ((Not lying, of course. She really did tell him Archie's name in the doctor's office. *S*))

Christian Gallagher -> Christian Gallagher: ((Ahh, gotcha. *G* I forgot I had even said that with Aerin. WHOOPS! ;) ))

Christian Gallagher -> Gina Torrio (Waterfront): ((Ahh, gotcha. *G* I forgot I had even said that with Aerin. WHOOPS! ;) ))

Gina Torrio (Waterfront): *She shuffles her butt back an inch, uselessly, nose twitching slightly as she stares at him with growing doubt. A deep sigh, hurt flashing over pleasant features a moment, as she looks between her feet* I'm sorry peaches. You reminded me a bit of a folk. Its alright. *she nods* Its archibald. Come..take a sit, I'll not go strange at you anymore.

Christian Gallagher: He nods a little bit, nodding, and moves to take a seat on the rocks nearby her...but so close as to invade her personal space. "It's cool. Sorry, I didn't mean to bring up...whatever I did." He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a prescription pill bottle and uncapping the top.

Gina Torrio (Waterfront): Its alright peaches. *she watches Archie slowly dissolve the edge of his cookie with slobber. Gina looks up at the pop of the pill bottle cap.* You an addict loves?

Christian Gallagher: "Hmm?" He blinks and looks at the bottle. "No. This is actual meds. Even got my name on the side."

Gina Torrio (Waterfront): Doesn't mean you're not an addict peaches, *she gives a smile, soft tinkling voice far from accusing as she looks to the baby and murmers fondly* does it peaches? no. thats right..*She cocks her head to Christian* It was Chris, yeah?

Christian Gallagher: "Chris, or Christian, whichever works," he says with a nod. "No, believe me. This is nothing that anyone would want to get addicted to. Not painkillers or anything like that." He shakes a couple 100 mg tablets into his hand and recaps the bottle, just as his watch goes off. He pops the pills and turns the alarm off.

Gina Torrio (Waterfront): *She watches Christain curiously, then casts her gaze out over the water warily* So why're you wanderin?

Christian Gallagher: He shrugs. "No work tonight...wanted to get out. I love exploring the city...lived here all my life. But you can always find something new, every time you go out, you know?"

Gina Torrio (Waterfront): Hmm. I stick to places I know mostly doves. Safer that way. usually. *a frown lingers on her lips a moment. She glances down, before she removes a dissolving cookie from a sleepy infants mouth and bundles the little boy up further.* Only been in the city propers a few years, myself. *so sayeth the little italian woman*

Christian Gallagher: "Yeah...I know there's the dangerous parts." He nods. "I don't exactly go out to Harlem at night, or Hell's Kitchen. But still...if you know how to travel it, the city can be a great place. Just don't try doing it drunk. That seems to be the trend these days."

Gina Torrio (Waterfront): I live in Hell's Kitchen *She brightens and lets out a chiming laugh* But I reckon I've a felly what takes care of me propers, so its not so dangerous as it might be anyhows. *she draws her knees up, curling around her baby and sighing, a glance to the water. Just in case* But no. nowhere's safe if you're drunk as a puzzy

Christian Gallagher: "Nope," he says with a shake of his head. He runs a hand through his hair and leans back, sighing as he follows her gaze to the water. "Are...you sure everything is okay, Gina? You seem...nervous."

Gina Torrio (Waterfront): Oh, best to be nervous peaches, Its the waterfront. yeah? *a soft smile, she tilts her head to the water* Never know what might crawl out of the bloody water, yeah?

Christian Gallagher: "Climb...out of the water?" He blinks.

Gina Torrio (Waterfront): Crocodiles, Zombies, Crackers given cement shoes.. *she shivers and makes to stand* All that rubbish peaches. Best to be careful of the water.

Christian Gallagher: He blinks again, and shakes his head. "And here, all I thought I had to worry about was pollution in the Hudson. Never heard of...um. Zombie problems."

Gina Torrio (Waterfront): Common as flees on a dog doves. *she smiles as she gathers her satchel and gestures to the water* Best just to stay from the edge of it, you'll be safe as houses.

Christian Gallagher: He chuckles a little and nods. "All right. Was no danger of my getting close as it is." He looks around the area. "Can I walk you to a cab? Make me feel better if you and Archibald got home safe."

Gina Torrio (Waterfront): *her mop of blond hair bobs up and down as she moves to swing an arm around his waist, other arm carefully curled around her precious infant cargo* That'd be lovie.

Christian Gallagher: He nods and rises, moving to escort her along toward the busier streets where he can find them a cab. "So, can I ask you something? If you're conserned about the water...why come to the waterfront?" Said out of pure curiosity.

Gina Torrio (Waterfront): Memories doves. *Brown eyes find his softly, small woman using him for warmth as they walk* Nice to visit them sometimes, if only for a wee while.

Christian Gallagher: He seems to have no problem being used for warmth. Her answer draws a nod from him, and a faint frown. "Yeah...I guess so. Positive memories are always good to come back to."

Gina Torrio (Waterfront): These ones have a bit of a sting to them, but I reckon its like whiskey, if it doesn't burn its not worth the trouble. *She chimes with a bitterweet smile, before slipping into a cab and giving him a wave* Goodnight loves. Be careful.

Christian Gallagher: The mention of the sting draws a smile of familiarity. "Yeah, I guess so. Good night, Gina. You and Archibald have a good one."

Gina Torrio (Waterfront): *a nod from the distracted blonde, before the door closes and her and her son are whisked away to hell's kitchen*

Christian Gallagher: He watches them go, shaking his head a bit, and he continues on his way. Zombies...yeeeaah. Sha-Sha will love that one.