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WHO: Joey van der Berg, Aine and Tumblr.
WHAT: Meetings and chattings!
WHEN: Backdated to like...Saturday?
WHERE: Mariposa, Aine's nursery coffeeshop
WARNINGS: TBD



Joseph no longer worked at Mariposa because being turned into a chipmunk and a muffin by your boss didn't turn out to be the best motivation. He had patched things up with Aine, however, and he still visited the cafe on occasion. He hadn't been out of his apartment for awhile now, and at least at Mariposa he felt safe. He was almost kind of sure that if someone attacked him here, Aine would defend him. If she could be bothered.

He really did love the nursery cafe. There were flowers everywhere and even now in the autumn, Aine had the interior decorated brightly. Joey's favourite place to sit was outside in the covered garden, however. It had a natural-looking waterfall in the corner and the plants just made it look like a secret garden. He loved that.

He waved at the barista and then he sidled up to Aine and gave her a peck on the cheek. She beamed at him and reached up to push the hair out of his eyes. "Josey!" she said, using the nickname for him only she tended to utilise. "You're still too thin, I am going to being you many cakes."

Joey laughed and he gave her hand a squeeze. "Not going to argue with that. Is my table free?" She nodded and Joey smiled. "I am meeting someone here. If they show up can you point them outside? I think they're excited to meet you too. They're immortal though I don't know...who or...which-"

Aine just gave him an amused look and ushered him outside with a promise to point any immortals in his direction.

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Joey laughed at Crea's joke and then he smiled easily. "It's been several years and he never has. He has his own issues of course, but we're family now. There was never anything romantic with us, which I think made everything easier."

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"Well, good for him. Terrible things would have happened if he would have done anything to you, too." Crea didn't know Joey very well yet, but she would kick ass for him, should it be necessary. "But apart from the story of your life, everything is okay? No weird mental illnesses, issues or whatever?"

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Joey liked the idea of another immortal willing to kick ass for him instead of kicking his ass. "I don't have any weird mental illnesses, no. I did get tortured by Lucifer though."

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Oh well, maybe - if he really fucked things up - Tumblr would kick his ass as well, but he'd have to mess with her before. Intrigued by the story, Crea leaned forward and rested her elbows on the tabletop. "Oh yes, the Lucifer-story. You promised me to tell it." Now would be the perfect time for it.

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Joey didn't mind talking about it. Saying what had been done to him was hardly going to make it worse.

He held out his arm to show Crea the scars on his wrists. "I am very close friends with Saint Patrick and I guess Patrick pissed off Lucifer and the easiest way to upset Patrick was to attack me. First thing he did was crucify me."

Well that had come after the violation, but that Joey really didn't want to discuss.

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"Um, wow. That looks awful", Crea said. She wanted to touch his scars, but at the same time thought he would mind. "Lucifer sounds like a dick. I'm really glad you survived." The thought of him being crucified was just terrible. "Did he do something else to you?"

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Joey nodded and he took a deep breath. "I was there for three weeks or so. He starved me, withheld water and let his minions do whatever they wanted with me. Then when he was done, he just dumped me in the alley behind his place."

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Not knowing what to say, Crea just started at him, a shocked expression on her face. "That" she paused, gathering her thoughts. "That is horrible. Did you...sue him for what he has done? Is that even possible?" she pondered.

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"I doubt I could. I mean, if I reveal who he is. I'm going to end up in some mental ward. And if I turn him in, it's likely he would kill everyone who showed up to arrest him and then take it out on the people I love. He doesn't just go for the jugular, he goes for every major artery ever and then he watches you bleed to death. You know. Metaphorically."

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"Yeah, sounds reasonable. Then I guess it's better that you haven't done anything?" Although Joey spoke only metaphorically about arteries and blood and the like, Crea started to feel nauseous and she probably also looked like it.

"Let's talk about something else. This is depressing."

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Joey laughed and he nodded. "You are not wrong. Tell me about you?"

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What was it with him and this You are not wrong?, Crea wondered, but answered his question. "Well, I was born, so to speak, in 2007 and my Dad has always been good to me. I moved out two years ago and started modeling. It was all rather uneventful." Tumblr smiled a little.

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"Well it sounds interesting to me," he said with a bright smile. "I have never modeled, which I am sure will come as a complete shock," and he winked at her.

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"I'm glad you think so! Most people think modeling is something only very desperate people do, but it's so much fun." Crea loved her job so much she could talk for hours about it. "A shock it is," she said laughingly. "But seriously, you should model. I could introduce you to my agent and in no time you'd be booked out."

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"One of my best friends is a burlesque dancer and she does it because she loves it. I would never judge someone for what they do." He paused and raised his eyebrows. "Are you serious? I look ridiculous."

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"A burlesque dancer? Well, that sounds like fun." Crea wouldn't want to work as this kind of dancer since she wasn't fond of peeling her clothes off in front of an audience. But she didn't say that, because Joey might think she would insult his friend. "I'm glad you don't judge me. You're a cool guy," she said smilingly. "And you don't look ridiculous at all. From what I can tell your look will be in next season or maybe the season after."

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"Thank you! I think you're cool too. Though I have to say no one has ever told me my look would be in ever," and he laughed.

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"Oh, you know, some people just don't have the eye for looking and trends. I have, though." Crea's smile was a little too smug, but she was firmly convinced that she really had an eye for it. "I've been a part of the fashion industry forever."

"You should come and meet my agent some time. He'd be delighted to meet you!"

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"I'll give it some thought," Joey said with a smile. He was pretty sure he wasn't interested, but he didn't want to be rude. If he got any job, it was going to be back at the shelter again. "Still, it must be really interesting. The fashion industry, I mean."

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"Great. Here's the card of my manager," Tumblr said she rummaged through her purse and gave him her manager Tim's business card. "Well, it always has two sides. On the one hand the fashion industry is pretty awesome, fast and innovative, but on the other hand most people are really self-centered and you work a lot with selfish bitches," she sighed. Sometimes her job was hard, but what was she suppoed to do? Quit it? No, never.