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doublethepainIt takes a couple hours before he realizes that he probably shouldn't have volunteered for inventory duty at the library the same morning he'd gotten the splints off his fingers. It still feels strange, having his left hand finally free and clear, and he's been carefully flexing his hand since he'd left the hospital with regular exercises he's supposed to strengthen it again. There's still an ache in the three fingers that had been broken, or at least he thinks there is; but every time his boss notices the faraway look on his face when he should really be notating any books in poor condition.
"I'm fine, John," he says, arching an eyebrow though there's a smile that plays at the corners of his lips. "For the eighteenth time."
"It's a holiday, you should be with your boyfriend," John grumbles, and Spencer rolls his eyes because that's rich coming from a man with a wife and daughter.
He feels his phone vibrate in his back pocket and knows who it is before looking, though his smile only widens when he sees that it is, indeed, Joel. "I'm going to take a break," he announces, clapping John on the back--a gesture reserved for the only man who's ever come close to being a father figure to him--as he starts backwards toward the break room while furiously tapping at his phone to write his reply. He's distracted once he reaches the kitchen, reaching into the cabinet and grabbing a bowl of ramen as he wanders over to the microwave. He sets his phone down, smiling to himself as he just stands there for a moment, thinking about how good things are in his love life right now. It's unlike anything he's ever experienced and he puts the ramen bowl into he microwave without thinking, setting the time for three minutes from now and looking back down at his phone as the screen brightens with a new text. John calls for him then from the shelves and he shouts that he's on his way, snatching his phone from the counter and leaving the microwave running as he heads back out to meet his boss.
Half a minute later, he's got an armful of books but when they hear it, a pop from the break room followed by a quick booming noise, it makes the pair exchange a startled glance before they both drop the books in their arms and run to see what had happened. There's smoke billowing from the microwave and a fire is lit up inside, and Spencer's jaw drops as it clicks immediately. He hadn't even broken the seal on the ramen bowl, hadn't filled it with water or anything, he'd just let it... "Ohhhh, no," he groans, rubbing at his temple and to put salt in the wound, the world deems it necessary for the smoke to trigger the fire alarm.
It's not even a surprise when the sprinklers go off but at least it's centralized to the break room. He and John stand there for a moment, already soaked by the sprinklers, but when the sirens sound from outside, John drops his head and sighs. "Well, kid," he starts, and Spencer is relieved to see that when John looks back up, there's an amused smile on his face, "I guess we weren't going to be able to get through the Fourth of July without a few fireworks."
The paramedics and firefighters seem almost disappointed when Spencer explains what had happened, but they've attracted a crowd. It's a slow emergency day for the town, Spencer suspects, as awful as that may sound. He wanders away from the ambulance, hands shoved in his pockets as he observes the chatter of the gawking spectators around them and shakes his head.
"Surely there's something better that everyone could be doing."
[OOC: tl;dr Spencer accidentally blew up the library's break room and now there's a crowd, an ambulance, and a fire truck outside the building. Feel free to stop by and tell him he's an idiot. A very cute idiot.]
"I'm fine, John," he says, arching an eyebrow though there's a smile that plays at the corners of his lips. "For the eighteenth time."
"It's a holiday, you should be with your boyfriend," John grumbles, and Spencer rolls his eyes because that's rich coming from a man with a wife and daughter.
He feels his phone vibrate in his back pocket and knows who it is before looking, though his smile only widens when he sees that it is, indeed, Joel. "I'm going to take a break," he announces, clapping John on the back--a gesture reserved for the only man who's ever come close to being a father figure to him--as he starts backwards toward the break room while furiously tapping at his phone to write his reply. He's distracted once he reaches the kitchen, reaching into the cabinet and grabbing a bowl of ramen as he wanders over to the microwave. He sets his phone down, smiling to himself as he just stands there for a moment, thinking about how good things are in his love life right now. It's unlike anything he's ever experienced and he puts the ramen bowl into he microwave without thinking, setting the time for three minutes from now and looking back down at his phone as the screen brightens with a new text. John calls for him then from the shelves and he shouts that he's on his way, snatching his phone from the counter and leaving the microwave running as he heads back out to meet his boss.
Half a minute later, he's got an armful of books but when they hear it, a pop from the break room followed by a quick booming noise, it makes the pair exchange a startled glance before they both drop the books in their arms and run to see what had happened. There's smoke billowing from the microwave and a fire is lit up inside, and Spencer's jaw drops as it clicks immediately. He hadn't even broken the seal on the ramen bowl, hadn't filled it with water or anything, he'd just let it... "Ohhhh, no," he groans, rubbing at his temple and to put salt in the wound, the world deems it necessary for the smoke to trigger the fire alarm.
It's not even a surprise when the sprinklers go off but at least it's centralized to the break room. He and John stand there for a moment, already soaked by the sprinklers, but when the sirens sound from outside, John drops his head and sighs. "Well, kid," he starts, and Spencer is relieved to see that when John looks back up, there's an amused smile on his face, "I guess we weren't going to be able to get through the Fourth of July without a few fireworks."
The paramedics and firefighters seem almost disappointed when Spencer explains what had happened, but they've attracted a crowd. It's a slow emergency day for the town, Spencer suspects, as awful as that may sound. He wanders away from the ambulance, hands shoved in his pockets as he observes the chatter of the gawking spectators around them and shakes his head.
"Surely there's something better that everyone could be doing."
[OOC: tl;dr Spencer accidentally blew up the library's break room and now there's a crowd, an ambulance, and a fire truck outside the building. Feel free to stop by and tell him he's an idiot. A very cute idiot.]
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Date: 2014-07-05 12:52 pm (UTC)Although a good barbeque was always appreciated – so he’d been heading, to buy take out barbeque. He’d been driving past the library in his chair just when the fire engine rolled up. And like most individuals, he took that as a sign to stop and try to figure out what exactly was going on. (Owen secretly thought it might have been kids with fire crackers, since he may or may not have had a similar experience as a teen.) He sees a guy who came out the building and can’t help asking, “Hey, um, what exactly is going on?”
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Date: 2014-07-06 10:32 am (UTC)"Oh," he starts, a faint flush rising to his cheeks as he rubs a hand at the back of his neck. "It's nothing, really, just a bit of a mishap in the library. No great damage, just a, er, exploding microwave. These things do happen."
He purses his lips together to stop himself from saying anything more foolish and tilts his head, thinking that the other man's face looks awfully familiar. "Do you come to the library often?" he asks, and it's more to see whether he knows the man in passing than anything else, if he's honest.
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Date: 2014-07-07 02:41 pm (UTC)Owen tilts his head up at the question, replying, “I used to be in regularly. But we’re talking about a good 4 years ago. Don’t think I’ve been in since then.” For a second he takes in the man’s face and nothing seems to connect in his memory. The spark of recognition takes a moment before he opens his mouth, pausing a moment, before stating, “Hang on yeah. I know you. Have you been on the TV?” For a second his frowns, scrunching up his nose before shaking his head. “You were definitely younger.”
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Date: 2014-07-15 07:02 am (UTC)He narrows his eyes at the question about being on television because it's true, he had, but it had been for his arrest and he finds it a bit odd that the man would recognize his face but not connect him to the crime--the one he hadn't actually committed, that is. "I've been on it once or twice, a couple years back. Not for anything very good. I was here four years back, though. My hair was longer, I suppose."
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Date: 2014-07-20 07:22 pm (UTC)Owen frowned at the man’s words – he was sure it wasn’t a bad reason that he recognised his face. It was just that distant feeling of knowing of someone. “No, I think this is longer ago.” Four years ago he was still in the escort game, and he remembered customer and colleague faces incredibly well. There was a pause, one second, two seconds, before suddenly something clicked in his mind. “We went to high school together,” he stated, smiling at connecting the pieces. Grinning he sat more upright in his chair at working it out. He liked to think he had been sociable at school and got to learn names and faces, even if people weren’t in his friendship group. “I think you were in the year below or something.”