March 25th, 2020 at 01:02am
God, it was so weird standing in the office of Mark Cooper, head coach of the Vancouver Wolves. Waiting to meet a guy that she used to be so close to. Looked up to even. Would the six foot three Assistant Captain, even recognize her? Riley's done a lot of growing up since he had left Alaska all those years ago. She was no longer that pudgy little teenager who bugged the hell out of him and her brother that she used to be. No, Riley's grown up. She thought she looked pretty decent. Not to mention that she had a nice income coming from the business she co-owned with her brother. Hell, she could live comfortably from that alone, but she didn't want to. No, Riley was a twenty-year-old. She wanted to work, she wanted to make her money, actually earn it. Not to mention she loved sports.
Sitting up straight in the chair that was in front of Mark Cooper's desk. A man named Asher Coffin sat to Riley's right, Nate's manager. The three had finished their little discussion, introducing Riley to the big boss so that he didn't think she was just some stalker or something. Now, they were just waiting for Nate to finish changing after practice and join them.
The sound of a knock on the office door caught everyone's door. Followed by a voice that Riley hadn't heard in years, asking to come in. Mark gave the okay, and that was Riley's cue. She stood up from the chair, She fixed her outfit real quick before she stood up straight and offered a kind smile.
"Abelle, this is Miss Riley Dawkins, she's to be your new PA," Mr.Coffin explained once the door closed behind Nate. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr.Abelle," Riley said, offering a cute smile as she waited for his response to all of this. From her understanding, Nate actually didn't even know that Asher had hired anyone, it was just an idea a couple of days ago. So, she wouldn't be surprised if Nate was confused as hell. As well as surprised at seeing her if he remembered her.
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The feeling of driving something smaller then a Humvee was so weird to Irvin. The wheel was so jerky, the slightest of the movement moved the car. It also went so much faster sooner as well. While the humvee was a little slow on the pick-up sometimes. Not to mention it offered Irvin a slight feeling of claustrophobia. Well, an equinox wasn't exactly a small car, but still. In Irvin's mind, it was. The seats were closer together. There were fewer buttons and indicators on the car's dash. The radio played news and music instead of static and reports from HQ. Not to mention there weren't huge guns strapped to the top of the thing. So, it felt weird, end of discussion.
Hitting the break, a small curse escaped from Irvin as the car jerked from the to hard tap. Causing the car that was driving behind Irvin to have to slam on their breaks and swerve a little bit. "Sorry," Irvin mumbled and lowered his head a little bit as he saw the car move to the lane next to him and zoom past. He was almost certain that the driver had also flicked him off, which, Irvin would say that he deserved. That was poor driving on his part anyway, maybe heading to the bar to meet with some friends was a bad idea. After all, He's only been in town for a couple of days. He still hasn't gotten used to civilian life again.
A couple of minutes later, Irvin pulled into the parking lot of Kieth's. A local pub is not the safest part of town, but it served one of the best hamburgers around and was known to have some hot waitresses that would love to come home with some of the clientele for a couple of hundred bucks. Not a place that Irvin would like to go to, usually he'd just do carry out, but whatever. He hadn't been home in almost four years. He wanted to love a little bit. He hadn't survived being shot at for four years and go back to living in the security of his home.
Parking, Irvin walked into the pub. It took him a couple of moments to spot a couple of his Ex-MArine buds and high school friends chilling together at a table. He waved to them and then went to the bar to get a drink. From what he could see, there was only one bartender who was working and from behind, she looked pretty attractive. Then again, not getting laid by a living person for four years made almost every woman he's laid eyes on seem attractive. Tapping on the top of the bar to get the girl's attention, Irvin asked her for a drink. "Hey babe, can I get a Long Island?" He asked, needing something strong if he was to feel even the slightest burn. Then, as the bartender looked up, it felt like Irvin's world halted. "Is?" He asked, the name he used to call hundreds of times before he left, the name he hadn't spoken in years.