Log:Coffee & Talks

Coffee & Talks
"Something for you and Alora. It's a Dreamcatcher."
Participants Molly, Gray	2017.11.15 Molly and Malaki have a talk over some coffee while he unpacks.
Location Jewel Cottages
Molly had texted Gray towards the end of the work day to see if he minded her stopping by after she got Alora dropped off at her parents and things. She offered to bring coffee and something to snack on as well. She didn't mention it was a business visit either. The sun is almost set when there's a knock on the door and if he looks out the window it's Molly. And it's starting to snow. So Malaki is still just moving in. Apparently he's doing it himself. There are boxes just about everywhere, several of which are in different stages of unpacked. There is a lot of Native American art and decor, some of which looks entirely authentic. For his part, Malaki is dressed casually; an unadorned black T-shirt; a pair of worn jeans. A black belt with a plain pewter buckle, turquoise earrings and a turquoise and bone choker of Comanche design. On his feet are a pair of dusty, rattle snakeskin boots. He smiles when he opens the door. A rush of warm air hitting Molly. "Ms. Utridge, please come in. Get out of the cold," he says to her. Gray's long, black, hair is worn in two braids. The center painted red and decorated in Crow feathers. Molly didn't waste time going home and changing, so she's still dressed for work. A red dress that has gold detailing at the neck and along the sleeves. She gives a smile when the door is opened and she looks over Malaki a moment then there's a smile, "You can call me Molly." she tells him as she steps inside. Her long black coat covers most of her form though. "You look great." she states as she looks to him again. "I have coffee and I picked up some pastry." she tells him with a smile. Gray steps aside for Molly, letting her in and then pulling the door closed behind her. It's much more cozy in the apartment than outside. "Thank you," He replies to her compliment before moving a little closer and offering to take the coffee or her coat. "Don't mind the mess please. I swear I'll have everything unpacked before the spring thaw." The dining room table is covering in some very authentic looking Native American collectables. A Long bow, with a quiver full of arrows, two different tomahawks, a huge hunting knife in a sheath, and a bull whip. That's not mentioning the animal-hide chaps and the leather vest. Molly hands him the coffee once he's moved closer and there's a smile to him, "You're moving in. It's not a mess." she chuckles to that. She finds a place to lay her coat and then looks back to him, "I could help you unpack some things while I'm here. If you wanted some help that is?" she offers to him. Then she looks to the dining room table and moves closer to it as she sees the weaponry that's lying there. That's impressive. "Do you have cases for everything to go in?" she asks him. "I do. I take some pride in artifact restoration. It's a hobby," Gray says as he sips his coffee. He moves around to stand near the table, watching Molly look over the weapons and clothing. He's content to allow her unfettered access to his treasures. "I couldn't ask that of a guest, Molly. You've already brought me coffee," he adds lifting his cup. "What type of man would I be if I put you to work in the middle of the night after you've worked all day? Oh, an please call me Malaki." Molly doesn't touch anything, she just peers at it. Because her mother had taught her not to touch unless she was prepared to pay for things. There's a look to him, "I offered. I think that makes a bit of a difference?" she points out with a wink. "And I didn't really work that hard today. Hardest part was getting Alora to eat dinner." she chuckles to that. "Thank you for letting me come over, Malaki." she adds. "A welcome guest," he replies before sipping his coffee again. "An while I'm in no way complaining, I admit, I'm curious as to why?" He tilts his head just right so his braids fall into place. He rummages through a box briefly, pulling out a half bottle of Whiskey. A Tennessee sour mash to be exact. "Because if your concealing some paperwork concerning donations or business deals I'm not going to be able to offer to spike your coffee. I'm afraid that's specifically for social visits." Molly smiles as he says she's a welcome guest. Then one of her elegant eyebrows quirks up and there's a chuckle, "Not everything is about business, Malaki." she shakes her head. Then she watches him rummage through a box and the appearance of Whiskey makes her laugh, "I'm not hiding any paperwork in my dress or coat. So you don't have to worry on that. This is specifically a social visit. Since the last few have been business driven and I'd like a few social ones." she admits. Gray purses his lips, nodding. "Far be it for me to dissuade a woman that knows what she wants." He removes the lips from his cup and tops his coffee off with Whiskey. He then offers Molly's cup the same treatment. "That being said, I may need to reply on you to explain exactly what people do for fun in Fort Brunsett, in the middle of winter." He has another sip of his coffee, and glances out the window at the snow. "Preferably something warm." Keeping warm would be great since he spent last night fruitlessly tracking a elusive Crack dealer. "I was hoping you'd say something like that." Molly tells him with a bright smile. When he offers to top hers off with the whiskey she takes the top off and hands it over. "In the middle of winter there is well...sledding and some other things. People like to hold some fundraisers." she states. "Do you dance? There's a few social events." she adds. "I was going to say activities to keep warm are Hot Yoga, saunas and well...sex. But, I'm just going to get myself into trouble at this point." she chuckles. Gray hands he coffee back and follows along, nodding as appropriate until Molly mentions sex. That catches him unexpectedly. You can be a rich playboy philanthropist, and still be caught off guard by a sassy woman. He coughs coffee up, nearly spilling his whole damn cup, while silently applauding the woman's balls. After a brief laugh, he composes himself enough to reply. "Well, I can sled. I'm not great at it, but I can do it. I don't mind fundraisers. The food is usually decent. I can dance believe it or not." He manages another sip of coffee. This time he doesn't end up spitting it up. "Yoga isn't bad. Big fan of the pants, on woman of course. Saunas are nice too. They remind me of sweat lodges. And of course, sex. I'm not opposed to it when the opportunity arises. So I'll keep all that in mind as winter sets in." Molly takes the coffee and sips it with a smile. Then there's a wide eyed look when he nearly chokes. She hadn't expected that. She gives a slightly apologetic look to him after he's done composing himself. "There's a few things out of town to go do, but I'm not sure how you are about traveling." she offers. "There's a few mountain trails that are beautiful when it snows, but can be dangerous if not prepared. So I don't really offer it to people." she admits. "And as someone who hasn't had sex in awhile, I'm sure it's a lovely thing to do on a cold winter night." she muses as she sips her coffee with a smile. "I don't mind traveling, and hiking. That I can do," Malaki says. He wipes off a little of the spilled coffee and directs Molly into the next room, giving her the grand tour of the spacious apartment. "Yeah I remember you mentioned it, you're a widow, I believe. Obviously, I'm sorry. But I assume Alora still makes it worth it." He pauses a moment, considering Molly, "If you don't like to talk about it, I completely understand." "Then we'll see about getting you out and hiking then." Molly tells him after a sip of her spiked coffee. She steps easily into the next rooms, her cheeks rosy from the laughing and the alcohol. "I won't bring it up every five minutes. I promise." she tells him. "And yes, Alora makes it worth it." she states. Then there's a look to him, "I don't mind talking about it. We just have to live with it now." she offers. Then there's a look around the room, "I like the colors." she tells him. "I don't plan to change much of them," Malaki comments about the color scheme. He shows her the master bedroom which isn't unpacked other than a massive king size bed. The guest room seems to be set up more like a home gym. "What happened to him?" His question is spoken gingerly, not wanting to pry but no less curious. Molly gives a nod to that when she walks with him. She isn't going through places and opening up drawers. Just giving an appraising eye to things. She liked the place. "He became ill about seven months after Alora was born. His health degraded quickly and his body just shut down. Doctors said it was a staph infection of all things." she frowns at that. "And we'd already been through so much in New York." she shakes her head. "I'm sorry to hear that. It's hard to lose a loved one. I can only imagine how it would be stretched out. Horrible. I lost my mother, grandfather and step-father all at once, so I know it tough either way. It does get better though," Malaki says. Of course he doesn't mention the fact he serial killed their murders, and passes his free time by hunting down and punishing the guilty. We can chalk that all of to some deep seated psychological issues that came with losing all his family at once. And Ghosts too. Molly finishes off her coffee in one long drink and then looks to him as he speaks, a soft frown on her lips, "You lost all of them at once? How did that happen?" she asks him. "We almost didn't have Alora. I was targeted by a serial killer about a years and a half before we had her." she shakes her head as she takes a breath. "I seem to have ran out of coffee...I'll be right back." she chuckles. "Could just switch to Whiskey," Malaki notes. "But yeah, gang violence. They were in the wrong place at the wrong time. The police assume either my grandfather or step-father fought back during a robbery." He's quite a second, and then smirks. "I figure it was my grandfather. He was Comanche too." The Native man shakes his head and looks back to Molly. "Serial killer, huh? That's insane. I can't even imagine." Molly does go for the Whiskey. Because she didn't bring any more coffee with her. "I'm sorry for your loss." she tells him quietly after she's filled her coffee cup. Apparently the Irish in her is not dissuaded by the Whiskey. She offers to top his off as well. Then there's a smile, "My grandad is an old grouchy Irishman, would totally fight back if someone tried to rob the farm." she tells him. "So I get it." she tells him. Then she nods to him, "I started getting weird letters at work. Thought it was just a joke...but then I started getting stalked. Then I went to the police and I fit the profile of a known serial killer. Next thing I knew I was getting grabbed from work and drugged up. Guy had me for a week. Police got to me before he killed me." she tells him. "They never caught him." she adds. Gray empathizes with her as she speaks. He then sips his Whiskey quietly. Obviously he's contemplating how to respond. Abduction isn't in his wheelhouse. Although, truth be told he'd love the opportunity to meet the guy, and beat him to death. "I'm glad you made it Molly. And I'm glad you've been able to make a life here with your daughter. It says something about your soul. My grandfather would say your soul is strong." He moves away, moving to a pile of boxes on the opposite side of the room. Malaki starts digging for something. It takes a few minutes. He has to actually put his cup down and move a couple boxes, but he eventually finds what he wants. He wrapped in an old tattered cloth. He walks over, gently uncovering it before offering it to Molly. It's an actual dreamcatcher. "Something for you and Alora." Its handmade. A very old willow hoop, on which is woven a web. The dreamcatcher also includes sacred items such as Eagle feathers and turquoise beads. "Traditionally they are often hung in homes as protection." Molly gives him a soft smile, "My family was dirt poor growing up, so I grew up strong. It carried over after I was married." she chuckles. "I would have liked to have met your family. I'm sure they were wonderful." she admits. Then she watches him as he goes to the pile of boxes and she sips her whiskey. When he returns and uncovers the dreamcatcher her hazel eyes go wide and she settles the cup aside so she doesn't spill it, "No, Malaki, that's something of your families." she tells him. "I don't want to take something away from you." she states as she looks to him. "These days I make my own protection. An the thing about dreamcatchers is their supposed to be handed down as gifts. I've had this one a long time. Too long. So I insist," Malaki says. He doesn't take no for an answer either. Eventually part of the sofa is uncovered, and a seat nearby it in the living room. Malaki's happy to sit back and trade stories to Molly. He's only a couple years older than her. Never married. No children. Worth a ton, but he doesn't mention that, she probably already knew. At the end of the conversation, perhaps they make an actual date? Or plan to do something again in the near future. Molly's the only person he's really met. Either way, he doesn't let her drive. I calls her an Uber, and arranges to take her car to her tomorrow morning before she leaves for work. "Thank you, Malaki. I will hang it between Alora's bedroom and mine for now. We probably need it." Molly admits. She's happy to sit and talk with the man. She just turned thirty so the news of him being just a few years older is surprising. One thing that Molly never asks about is money, because they are both wealthy. So it's definitely not the money she's interested in. And by the time she's done with the second cup of whiskey it is indeed not a good idea to let the redhead drive. She gives her keys to the man and allows him to call her an uber after they've arranged to go out another time. Let's hope no one is hiding in the bushes with cameras or anything.