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Post by william dane baxter on Jun 13, 2011 11:30:12 GMT -5
Will took another sip of coffee to put off the inevitable a bit longer and decided to tackle the TA thing. "Sebastian, huh? I have a friend who knows him. Walks around in tights all the time from what I've been told." Great. Beth probably had a crush on that Sebastian guy and the only female on campus that was NOT his cousin and NOT a student was secretly in love with a man in tights who was probably secretly gay. Oh well, c'est la vie.
However, this did not mean he couldn't keep talking slash flirting with her. And that made him very happy. So he eventually decided to answer her question about what he taught. "Business, actually. 'Applying Economics to Life'. I told them I had a Masters in Econ and they thought I knew enough of what I was talking about to give me a class. My friend Drake, who teaches stats, seems to think it's a waste of time but he spends all his free time with numbers so what does he know?" He chuckled good-naturedly at that to show he was just kidding. Truth was he admired Drake in that manly way. And of course she had brought Sebastian up again. Secret crush take two.
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Post by bethany charisse spitznogle on Jun 13, 2011 12:15:38 GMT -5
Beth rolled her eyes. Of course tights were what a man would pick up on first, since it probably made them most uncomfortable. Beth had obviously not noticed his tights, because she certainly was not checking out his legs or anything. At all. Ever. Duh. "Well, yeah, I mean, he wears tights in dance class I guess and then sometimes doesn't have time to change. But I've seen him dressed normally more often than not. But, I mean, he's kind of young and probably caught up in the whole I-get-to-teach-young-women thing, so he struts around like a dancer a lot." She nodded wisely, because all of this made sense.
Drake. Drake. That name sounded familiar. "I think Drake had breakfast every morning in here when I did over the summer. But he never talked to me or anything. I just saw him around campus and stuff and, you know, deduced with my journalism skills that that's who he was." She felt like she was talking way too much, but this guy was totally provoking it. So she continued rambling. "Applying economics to life? That sounds..." She paused in her rambling, trying to think of an adjective that didn't have the words "ick" in it.
"...Really boring," she finally came up with, chuckling apologetically. "But, I mean, you know, whatever floats your boat. To each his own and all that stuff."
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Post by william dane baxter on Jun 13, 2011 16:25:09 GMT -5
Will had to laugh at her explanation of Drake. "He's not the most social person on the planet, that's for sure. He's really serious...I'm actually not really sure why we're friends, to be honest. Opposite personalities and all. We met in college." He realized she hadn't asked and switched subjects.
"Thanks for sugar-coating it," he smirked. "Usually I get a yawn or an eloquent 'ick.' Which I don't understand...it's money. People like money, don't they?" He wasn't quite sure why he was babbling about econ...maybe his coffee was kicking in overtime and causing him to talk at twenty miles an hour. He really needed to stop mixing chocolate and coffee. Taking one final sip of his coffee, he regained his composure. "Oh well. It's probably going to be a class full of freshman or a class full of seniors who only need one more credit. I figure as long as I entertain them and teach them a thing or two, I'm good to go. Care to join?" he asked, smirking.
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Post by bethany charisse spitznogle on Jun 13, 2011 16:33:24 GMT -5
"That's cool," she said, nodding. "All of my friends from college are really successful now." She tried not to pout at this, though it was something that generally caused her great consternation. It was also something that most of her siblings, save for the one in rehab, liked to bring up in conversation. "Actually, I think one manages a Kohls, but still, management isn't a totally useless job, especially when you get an employee discount on already seriously discounted clothes." She pursed her lips. All of these thoughts about how much her life sucked really made her want that cookie.
"Well, I didn't want to lie," she said, blushing little and trying not to laugh. "I mean, I'm not really interested in economics. I read off stuff about stock markets all the time but I really don't know what I'm reading. Although I guess I should, what with wanting to be a journalist and all. I mean, real journalists understand the economy." She chewed her lip, eyes drifting toward the bakery display. She turned back to him, though, when she laughed at his comment. "Yeeeah. Those senior credits were tricky. But I'm in a diversity and justice class, so it'll probably be the same sort of people, except even more bullshit."
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Post by william dane baxter on Jun 13, 2011 16:48:43 GMT -5
He snorted when she mentioned journalists. "Correction. Most journalists have stockbrokers who tell them how the economy works. Most people know nothing about money except how to spend it and count it." He gave her a nod. "And at least you're trying to read the stock market. A feat not attempted by the commoner. You should teach that in your class."
He chuckled again. "In your class? Doubtful. Yours has to do with the specific major a lot of them have chosen. Mine is a time filler that they put in to make the curriculum seem more 'rounded'." He frowned. "I should be defending my lame class, not making fun of it. I'm a horrible example of a professor, don't follow my example. Look at Drake. He thinks his class is the most important thing anyone could ever take."
Will watched her eyes drift to the pastry case and raised an eyebrow. "Am I keeping you from something, or are you a fan of visually molesting the pastries?"
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Post by bethany charisse spitznogle on Jun 13, 2011 17:24:49 GMT -5
"No, I mean, I read them on the air," she said, snorting. "I don't read them myself. I have no idea what any of it means." She tried not to frown at the end of that. Really, she should learn to keep her mouth shut. He totally thought she was well-rounded and intelligent for a second there, but then she had to go and ruin it. Good job, Spitznogle. "Maybe I should get a stockbroker, though. Someone old and ruthless whose been in the industry for aaageees..." She considered this, chewing her lip. "Or I could just ask my dad. He's an accountant."
She actually did laugh at his next comment, a loud bark that, had she been drinking anything, would have probably sent it shooting out of her nostrils. "Diversity and Justice? That's not a journalism class. That's a bullshit humanities class that people take to become more culturally rounded. The professor thinks his class is the most important thing ever, too, so now I have to act all high and mighty about it, even though all I'll really be doing is grading some of his uselessly difficult assignments." She shook her head. "I don't think people need to take classes to learn about diversity. I think they should just watch West Side Story or like...Save the Last Dance." She shook her head, because these were obviously legit lessons in diversity. "And yeah. I can see how he would be like that. He's kind of a hottie, though, so I'll bet plenty of his students would agree."
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Post by william dane baxter on Jun 13, 2011 17:42:08 GMT -5
"Nah, don't trust an old crotchety stockbroker. He won't take any risks to build your portfolio. You've gotta look around...it's kind of like shopping for a car. What's good for your friend isn't always good for you." He frowned. "That wasn't nearly as good of an analogy as it was in my head. I apologize."
He grinned, enjoying her laugh. "I'm sorry to hear that," he snorted. "Though I'm sure you could find better movies than those. What about Clue? It teaches you how to completely screw up an investigation. Or you could use a horror movie, they teach you how to get away with things too. Those are the kinds of lessons they could use!" He gave her a grin again, twirling his empty coffee cup. "None of this 'how to stay out of trouble' stuff. That's boring, don't you think?"
Will snorted so hard he coughed when she called Drake a "hottie". "We are talking about the same Drake, right?" he wheezed. "Tall, dark, socially isolated?" It wasn't that he didn't like his friend, far from it. It's just that...well...he had never really heard Drake described as "hot" before.
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Post by bethany charisse spitznogle on Jun 13, 2011 18:39:47 GMT -5
"So what you're saying is that I should trust my dad?" she asked, lifting an eyebrow. "Or are you saying that I should get a younger, less experienced stockbroker who will assess my needs and monetary habits properly?" She was obviously reading into the subtext of the situation, being that she was a journalist and that was what journalists were all about. Subtext. "And it was a great analogy. Really. I learned from it." She nodded vigorously.
Beth scoffed. "Those movies aren't about diversity. And I don't watch horror movies. They give me the creeps." She shuddered for dramatic effect. "But maybe something like The Breakfast Club or Pretty in Pink, even though that movie was totally awful." She wrinkled her nose. "I mean, seriously, why would Molly Ringwald even want to date that guy by the end? He was a total dick and he had the personality of a teaspoon. She definitely should have gone with Duckie or, at the very least, been a spinster."
Beth looked slightly concerned about his coughing, but was really more concerned with the fact that she kept talking about other guys. She really needed more female friends. "He's totally attractive. He has that mysterious face thing going on. Like this." She tried to mimic his face, nostrils flaring and chin wrinkling. And it obvvv worked.
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Post by william dane baxter on Jun 14, 2011 12:30:02 GMT -5
Will shrugged when she asked about trusting her dad. Truth be told, he didn't trust his own, so he didn't feel that he was the authority on that. "If you want to," he said, "but I would avoid the young guys. Go for middle age. More stable. And thank you for the analogy compliment. Wordsmith I ain't."
He blinked at her movie speech. "Okay I'm going to be honest...you lost me after 'Pretty in Pink'. I have never seen that movie so I don't know who Duckie is and I'm really hoping it's not an actual duck or this movie is messed up. And spinsters are cat hoarders; not something that every girl should aspire to. And I don't know how the students would respond to those...what about that one with the lawyer who wears pink? That has law in it and the sorority girls would flip for it. Crowd pleaser!"
He tried very hard not to laugh at her Drake face. "That's him perfectly," he smirked. "You should become an impersonator. Can you do anyone else? The Dali Llama? The President? Will Smith?"
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Post by bethany charisse spitznogle on Jun 15, 2011 17:00:14 GMT -5
"Well, you certainly seem like a wordsmith," she said, lifting an eyebrow. He had, after all, been sitting here chatting quite animatedly. "Or a good conversationalist, at the least. And I'll make sure to get a birth date on any stockbroker that I choose to hire." She nodded seriously.
Beth had to take a mental step back when he spoke. "Are you living in a bubble?" she asked, frowning at him. "Pretty In Pink is an iconic movie. It's one of the movies that defined a generation. Please tell me you've at least seen The Breakfast Club and Sixteen Candles." She looked at him, eyebrows raised expectantly. She had not expected him to make such a rookie error in the first bits of their conversation. In fact, she'd assumed he was well-versed in eighties comedies. "And it's Legally Blonde. And it's awesome."
At least he was still funny, though. At his comment about Drake, she snorted. "I can do any impression. Not the Dalai Lama, though, because that's generally frowned upon as being sacrilegious. And I don't think I'm black enough for Will Smith."
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Post by william dane baxter on Jun 15, 2011 19:24:31 GMT -5
"Conversations come easily," Will said with a smile. "But when it comes to explaining, I can barely string a sentence together. It makes sense in my mind but apparently not when it's in the open."
He blinked at her insinuation that he lived under a rock. "Breakfast yes, Candles no. I was told it was a total girl's movie, and I'm not a big fan of those," he shrugged. "I'm more into comedies and other eighties movies. Not a big fan of Molly Ringwald...I always thought she was a whiner." He smirked when she named the lawyer movie. "I knew you'd know it. That movie's all about female empowerment, isn't it? Perfect for diversity!"
He raised an eyebrow at her Dali Lama comment. "So does that mean Buddha is out of the question as well? What about someone obscure, like David Schwimmer? Or Jerry Seinfeld? You don't hear too many impressions of them. Maybe you should become a stand up comic as a third job...you could try them out on the radio show to see how well they do!" He thought this was a hilarious, if not entirely ingenious, idea.
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