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who: Alex Reagan and hopefully you!
what: An open log. There's a couple open prompts but if they don't work just add your own! And don't worry about styles. I'll match em.
when: The month of August.
where: Anywhere you want her to be that's not the mingle, honestly!
warnings: Not that I can think of at the moment.

I.

Despite everything else in her life, Alex Reagan happened to be someone who was a person of habit, and so where she could be found just happened to be habit as well. So, all too often Alex found herself working at The Coffee Shop rather than her office with the substandard coffee and the annoying interns. She was there almost every day with at least one empty cup in front of her, one full one and some sort of pastries there for anyone who might happen to want to stop by and visit, or for anyone whom she had a lunch date with. The table itself was largely taken up with two books and a notebook, along with her phone from home. She inevitably had one of the books open, even though both of them were on the same lines of things, even if vastly different.

Alex would either be reading from a book on learning Spanish and copying what she was learning into the notebook in small and frantic writing, as if her hand couldn't keep up with her brain, because well... That's basically what happened, even in things like this. Still, she was making a real effort to do it, and the book was deeply into, as Alex was hitting the harder parts of the beginner's section and there were lists of words that went along with it.

The second book is much older and still somehow less well-loved than the first one, and Alex had found it in the back of the library shelves. Despite having taken it out days ago, she was still dealing with the beginning pages of it, and if there was something that was guaranteed that would make her grumble, it was this. But still, she was determined to try and teach herself how to read Cruciform even if it killed her, which at this point it honestly just might do. So when someone came up to her, she was all too ready to sit either of them aside, and greeting the other person with a grin, especially if it was someone who she expected.

ii

The other way in which Alex was a creature of habit came with her walking her dog in the afternoon. Alex's pitbull was large and gray and more than a little friendly, which probably made sense considering Alex Reagan was his owner. Her mornings were normally running and rowing, but afternoon walks were more slow and leisurely and normally made by herself. Well, by herself as well as her playing Pokemon Go, even if no one else was. So, yes, she's walking her dog but she's also got her device out to let her know when there just happens to be a pokemon or two in the area that she's walking in.

Normally she collects one or two, and fights at a gym or so, and then goes about her business and comes home. Not today though. Today, Alex just stopped so suddenly that Apo's leash actually snapped taunt for a moment before the gray dog came back to see her, and Alex is just staring at her phone for a second. The dumbed silence only lasts for a second or two before Alex just yells like the child who she can come times be: "Oh my god! It's a Pikachu! It's a Pikachu!" Then without a preamble other than that, Alex just takes off after it, a giant grin on her face. She's never caught one before.

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"Absolutely nothing about that interaction was innocent." There was no way that she could convince him otherwise. Especially as he had been having far more trouble keeping his composure due specifically to her actions. It was seduction, plain and simple and there was no way to convince Richard otherwise.

"Besides, the picnic was just an excuse to suggest we have intercourse outside."

"I didn't say it was innocent. I said you spent a fair amount of time looking at my lips, which you did." Alex has a damned good memory about this, Richard. She'll fight you on it without a single second thought. "But as for having sex outside? Seriously?" The arch of her brow is so high at the moment it might as well have been in her hairline. "Around all of my friends? Jeez, Richard, I may have tried to seduce you at your office but there's definitely limits on things like a public park in broad daylight when there's loads of people I know and wanted to introduce you to around!"

A beat and she added, "besides, you hadn't even kissed me properly on the lips yet and the only touching you were doing was on my side or my hands. Or kissing my hair or my neck, I guess. Seducing you then was going to be impossible." A beat and a smile before she leaned over and kissed him. "Even for me."

"I never said it was at that picnic." She was 100% trying to suggest they have a picnic where they had outdoor sex. She can never convince him otherwise. That was the implication and that was the suggestion. Full Stop.

There was a part of him that wondered if he should tell her just how close she had gotten. How close he was to breaking his own desire to keep from doing anything until she had caught up to him. Still, it seemed as if that information would have only given her ammunition to use later. So instead he suggested something else. "Maybe I should go back to that."

He didn't need to tell her how close she'd gotten. She'd seen it a hundred percent in his face after she'd told him that he'd not seen everything yet. She'd seen it, and then when he retreated, she hadn't pressed any more because she didn't want him to regret the first time that he'd kissed her. Even if she really and honestly wanted to kiss him for damned near a month before she'd gotten her memory back. But he was more important than a kiss, and if he ever brought it up, she'd tell him that.

She never expected him to bring it up. He was Richard Strand after all, and Richard Strand didn't do that.

"You absolutely should not go back to that," she chided quickly, her brow raised again. "That is a completely terrible idea."

The comment only solidified that he should. It would be far too interesting not to, and it would be even more fun to wait for her to realize what he was doing and see what her reaction was.

"Is it?" He reached down and picked up his sandwich, casually chewing on a mouthful.

"Don't even think about it, Richard." She knows that look, Richard. She knows it all too well. That is the look that implies that he's about to torture her in some way and Alex is all too familiar with it. "Seriously. I swear to god, I think half the reason you love me is because it's just so much fun to torture me."

Alex is just going to reach over and take out the chocolate covered strawberries from the picnic basket, and start to eat one, alternating it with wine as she eyed him as if threatening to disagree.

He casually looks into the basket, not saying a word about it as he starts to mentally calculate how long it will take Alex to break and if he should make this a sporadic thing or something more scheduled. Sporadic would probably work best.

He pulls out the scotch. "I don't think this goes very well with the meal."

"Well, that's because it wasn't for the meal," she countered, and she reached over to the basket. "It was for after the meal." And then she added quickly, because she definitely didn't want him to get the wrong idea. "Which does not mean that I intended to seduce you out here, by the way." Because she knew him, and she knew he'd offer that up as evidence. Even if it wasn't. Maybe especially if it wasn't.

Balancing the strawberry awkwardly on her knee while trying to grab the book out of the basket, she knew it was going to leave a mark, but she'd deal with it later. Instead she offered him the book. "I know that you offered to read me the Odyssey during my bedrest time, but I like the Iliad better. So I thought you may read me that."

"So," He smirked, knowing that she expected him to talk about how she was trying to seduce him during this picnic. He knew she wasn't, after all, this was hardly seduction fare. This was part of their normal existence - if that existence allowed Alex to be the cook in the house.

"You want me to read you a bedtime story while drinking scotch." The smirk on his face was amused. Only Alex would think of something like this, and it was just stupid enough to be entertaining.

When he gave her that smirk, she met it with one of her own. After all, she knew that he was going to think it was stupid, because he normally did think a good chunk of her ideas were. But she didn't care, because it was keeping her word that she wasn't trying to seduce him in public, because she told him that she wouldn't when she'd kidnapped him from his office hours.

"Well, I wouldn't call it a bedroom story, Richard," she countered quickly, "besides, I like it when you read to me. And it's a good reading to me spot." Alex just gestured around them, because of how secluded it was, before she picked up her strawberry and finished it with a grin.

There's a small laugh that escapes him, one he hadn't wanted to give way to. Not because he didn't find it amusing, of course, he did, but because it reminded him of reading to Charlie. There was an irony that the woman he'd fallen in love with (who was younger than his grown daughter) was asking him to do the same thing that his grown daughter had asked him to do when she was a child.

"I think you've been reading too much Jane Austin again." At least she hadn't tried to get him to read that. God help him, even if there wasn't one, if she did.

If Alex knew what he was thinking, there was a good chance that she would steal his scotch and just go to the beach with it or something. Because no. As it was, there was a bit of a scowl at that laugh, because she knew him enough to know that whatever it was that he was thinking about, it wasn't something that was going to be particularly kind to her in her estimation.

The scowl remained fixed for a moment, and shifted into a pout before she complained, "please, like I've read any Austen since I've met Lizzie, Richard." Because it wasn't cool to do that, at least not really. Not when she knew things about the other woman's life that she shouldn't. "But I also I thought you'd like telling me everything that was wrong with the text. We haven't done that in a while."

Richard lets out a heavy sigh as he holds his hand out for the book. It's strange, of everyone he's ever met, Alex seems to have been the only one to manage to get him to do stupid things like this.

Alex just stared at him for a moment, her brow raised as she handed him the book. "You know, I honestly didn't think that it was going to be that easy to get you to do it." It was the option she'd thought that he'd discount out of hand.

"It's easier than the alternative, but I'm reading it with the scotch you have hidden in that basket." He knew, of course, she had something like that buried inside. It would be a placation gift for asking him to do something as stupid as this. A bribe if it didn't go well.

Alex just laughed softly as she reached into the basket and pulled out the bottle of scotch and two actual tumblers. Pouring both of them a fair amount, Alex handed one over to him before she took a sip of her own. "I have definitely learned the way to your heart is to bribe you with scotch, my love." After all, scotch worked when few other things did.

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