“You know, I know people say that cardio is really important,           but I feel like staying inside can be just as important when it           comes to longevity….”

It takes her a second longer to react than she should, mostly because she’s stuck on the word gobshite, but mostly because the action straight up leaves her feeling speechless. “He is– He was.” A glance thrown at the young dark haired male whose expression is similar to her own. A coworker who wasn’t all to keen on the fact that the attending had given Lyra a go at the heart surgery. His over reaction too big for a frame too small, he throws up his hands and makes a frustrated beeline back to the booth he’d been at. 

Granted, Lyra was ready to put up a fight if necessary (or so she says), she’s happy that someone managed to step in. Besides, any altercations might have left damaged hands, and God knows not a single intern can afford that. “Was is definitely correct.” She takes a swig of her beer and gently slaps the guy on the back. “Thanks for the, uh, you know, um.” Vague hand gesture and she can’t help the laugh that arises from her semi-amused and semi-running-on-four-hours-of-sleep state. “Can I buy you a drink or somethin’?”

     “ Some people would argue kismet. I think we just must like similar coffee shops, proving excellent taste. “

      A SURPRISED   smile dimples her cheeks, and she  TILTS  her head in a happy nod. Clary hadn’t  known  that he was an artist, and silently admonishes herself for  being  so ignorant. She steps closer and links her arm within his, eyes sparking with the  PROMISE  of fun.

               ❛  Really? I  love  art! I draw and paint too —- what’s the piece called?                                                                                                      We  SHOULD  go right now!  ❜

Deke chuckles, nods his head and then adds, dryly enough that you could be forgiven for thinking he’s being serious, ‘ You tell me how that works out, now. ’

“That sorta attitude will get you killed.” Max answered simply, not even bothering to glance up at his new acquaintance as he sunk a needle his tanned flesh, pulling a piece of thread through either side of a sizable gash in his bicep and tugging it taut. 

       “PPPPPREACH!! see, i knew you’d get it. alright, situation– say you get ta FORCE QUIT on your whole fuckin’ life, responsibilities, obligations, everything tomorrow and go have a GREASE’N’BOOZE INFUSED HEART ATTACK anywhere in the world, where’d it be? ‘cause the bahamas is basic, wouldn’t be my choice, but it fit the example so whaddayagonnado.”