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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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She always spoke with such conviction when she insisted these little things of him, which admittedly was a painfully new occurrence and there was a very real part of him that was quickly regretting ever opening up to her in the first place. In the morning, or whenever it occurred to him, he'd decide to blame the grappa of course, a poor choice for drink for a casual night with a semi-close friend. Foolish. Won't be repeated.

It was almost easy to believe her, so earnest was she about his worth. It had been a year here, surrounded by others who saw that same thing within him. He was almost starting to believe it himself.

Almost.

"He's only sought me out the once, to apologize." It was a flimsy argument, he knew, but an argument nonetheless. It wouldn't do to simply give in, though the temptation was great. Life had shown him too many times 'hope' was fleeting, and not something in which he should waste his time...or dash his heart.

Alex Reagan was an earnest sort of person, and she was best suited to breaking down shields. It was a thing that was inherent in her, and like alchemy, Alex could turn people's shields into a water that she just stepped easily through. She'd done it with loads of people who she cared for, and more back at home. People trusted Alex easily to tell her their most intimate secrets and trust her enough to put them on the air. Maybe Dorian just didn't have a choice.

But it doesn't mean that she doesn't believe in him and want the best for him. Tomorrow, when she's nursing her slight hangover, because grappa and Greece, she's going to consider reaching out to Mangus just to see what happens, and get the feelers out for Dorian. It's nothing less than she'd do for her other friends.

"Maybe," she countered quickly, taking another sip of her drink. Her arguing skills while drunk or otherwise elsewhere were occupied (Richard Strand could be a complete ass at times) were becoming easier now, thanks to that. "Maybe he's worried about crowding and pushing at you, Dorian. I would be."

It was possible Dorian might come to resent her for it, or be thankful for it, it may even fluctuate one day to the next. He despised being vulnerable, and he was so often it made casual interaction beyond jesting or teasing uncomfortable. If no one knew you, they were unable to harm you, after all. A good portion of him trusted Alex, and that was all that was keeping him from bolting at this point. There were precious few people he trusted at all, with even superficial secrets, let alone the things he'd told her.

"But you aren't Magnus, are you?" To spite his fear that Magnus was giving him any sort of attention out of a feeling of obligation, something he would like to avoid at all costs, he was still very protective of the man. He didn't like the idea of someone presuming to know him or his intentions.

“No,” The words came softly and there was a gentle smile that went along with it. Alex was good at listening but she could be better at convincing people of things when she wanted or needed to be. Right now she wanted her friend to be happy and it sounded like this man would be one of the people to do it for Dorian. There was a small part of her that wanted to contact Mangus but it wasn’t her place to do so. But he had left her a little bit of an opening so Alex was going to drive right through it so to speak.

“But he sounds like me you know, from how you’ve described him. So I’m kinda basing it on that. And how fantastic you are of course. I don’t think you give yourself enough credit for that, Dorian. You’re brilliant and any man would be glad to have you if they would just see that.”

There was some small part of Alex that just wanted all of her friends to be as happy in their romantic entanglements as she is.