OOM: Surprise Blind Date with Nancy

[thesupersmeller]

After his heart to heart with Demeter, as they were always heart to heart with her, and all the confusion he's felt between his body, mind, and most of all his heart, Gus is more at ease than before but without any answers. He's already told The Devil once and for all it's off, he doesn't want to be that guy that keeps an open option - especially not an open option that could destroy him... and maybe still would. He's not that guy at all. Instead, he's been going through the motions; closing the case and helping get everything ready for the impending party.

The day after Juliet's birthday party, he gets a text message from Shawn telling him to be at Milliways as soon as possible at a bench by the lake. Later, it would occur to him that Shawn was clearly up to something - but as he walks a slow circle around the bench in the pink silk shirt and black slacks he'd worn to work for the day and waits for his friend to show it's more annoying than anything.

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[thesupersmeller]

He half-shrugs and shakes his head a little bashfully; "Nah, not really - I mean... I've got a few I like but that's one that's actually made about an hour from where I live. And, it's really good."

The bottle arrives quickly and he takes the honor of opening it smelling the cork with his eyes half lidded; "Mmm; black cherries, raspberries and cinnamon with just a hint of vanilla and nutmeg. Then a lingering taste of plum and oak at the end." He pours out half-glasses and replaces the cork before he explains, "I've got an extra-sensitive sense of smell."

[iamhismummy]

"Really?" She gives him an intrigued look, accepting the glass and taking a sip. "Mm, it is good. We don't get a lot of wine when I'm from."

[thesupersmeller]

He leans forward slightly, echoing her sip; "You're from England, right? I'm not very good at placing accents."

[iamhismummy]

"London", she confirms, and hesitates slightly before continuing, "1943."

[thesupersmeller]

"Ahhh," he nods slowly; "during the war... wow."

He examines her again, a little more closely as recognition lights on his face. Even though he's gotten used to people from different words, different times and different cultures in the bar... it's almost refreshing to have it explained to him.

"America, 2011."

[iamhismummy]

She grins. "Shawn and Juliet mentioned that. It must be really different."

[thesupersmeller]

Nodding, he takes another long drink; "I can only imagine what this place must be like for you. I mean, I thought I was dead the first time I came and now it seems like every time I'm turning around I'm running into goddesses or someone with magic that just blows my mind..."

[iamhismummy]

Nancy nods.

"One of the first people I met here was a dead tribal king from a thousand years ago. Mind you, turns out my world's not as mundane as I thought it was either."

[thesupersmeller]

His eyebrow rises over the rim of his wine glass.

"Really? Well now I'm curious..."

[iamhismummy]

"Aliens", she tells him. "Or I think they were, maybe they were just from the future. A very strange man that could do things I'd never imagined, and a girl with him who knew how the war was going to end."

[thesupersmeller]

His eyes open even wider and his brain warns him against digging too deep for why that seems familiar.

"Wow, is that how you found this place?"

[iamhismummy]

"Not exactly how, but it was around that time. A bit before I met them, actually, I was out on a food run."

[thesupersmeller]

His brows knit together for a moment, considering her words.

"You're a refugee?"

[iamhismummy]

"In a way. There's kids I look after, make sure they get food one way or another - you'd be surprised how many there are out there on their own - and... and my son."

She looks at him over her wine glass at that, waiting to see how he'll react.

[thesupersmeller]

Slowly, he lets the new information register and quite honestly he's not sure what to think at all.

After a long pause, he sips his wine before asking; "Aren't you... you know, a little young for that kind of responsibility?"

[iamhismummy]

"I'm older than I look", she says with an amused shrug. "I know, I look about 15 but I promise I'm not. And maybe, all the same, but someone has to do it."

[thesupersmeller]

Slowly, he nods; "I get that..." But, he also gets the impression she's not that much older. Still, it was a different world during the war - and all that stuff with aliens and all that...

"You're a pretty amazing girl, then. I know a lot of people where I come from wouldn't be able to handle that kind of responsibility."

Honestly, part of him wonders if he even could.

[iamhismummy]

Nancy smiles at him, touched by the compliment.

"You might be surprised what they can do when it's thrust on them. It was just me and Jamie for a while, I kind of picked up the other kids one by one."

[thesupersmeller]

Another nod and he sips his wine before asking; "He's yours? Jamie, I mean?"

[iamhismummy]

She nods back, with a small smile and another sip of her own wine.

"He's seven."

[thesupersmeller]

"Seven? Wow... and you're...?" He can't help but ask, it's that linger feeling that he's the old guy at the table, child or no.

"I mean, not that it's a really big deal, I'm, uh... I'm thirty-five."

[iamhismummy]

"23", she answers easily. "I don't mind about you being older if you don't."

[thesupersmeller]

He considers it for a moment and then shakes his head; "No, I mean - if it works it works. You're a very interesting woman, Nancy."

Taking another sip of his wine, he asks softly; "And you're doing it all on your own out there?"

[iamhismummy]

"Mostly", she confirms. "There's a doctor who helps when we need him, he's going to help me be a nurse when the war's over."

[thesupersmeller]

[ooc: Oh man, I'm sorry! I didn't get a notif for this & was just about to message and check on you! My bad!]

"That's good," he nods slowly, sipping his wine. "Wow, I just... wow. And are things looking like the war will end soon?"