Log: Felicia/Garrison: Hungry Like A Wolf
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xp_logsGarrison and Felicia spend an afternoon talking about her favourite part of Kane - the wolf.
Harry's patio was a bit of a makeshift creation. For years, it was about parking for the customers. But times changed and leaving hammered to the gills and driving off fell out of favour. He tried multiple things, but they always ended up too close to the garbage area or interfering with the front. Finally, he bit the bullet and revamped a section out front to host a collection of tables, a canopy, and a couple of televisions. Currently, they showed a Jays game, confirming that Garrison Kane was in attendance, sitting by the fence with his wolf on the other side just to make life easy for the staff.
Felicia fell into the seat next to him during the middle of the third inning, expertly holding double shots in one hand and a gin and (diet) tonic, extra lime in the other. She neatly deposited one of the shots in front of him, clinking the rim with the bottom of hers, before downing it neatly and with only a hint of desperation. "You don't have to talk to me, I’m just too tired to tell off people thinking I’m interested in their life story just because I’m here by myself and hot,” she said, before catching sight of the wolf. “Hello.”
"rugh!" The wolf grumbled at her, unhappy to be on this side of the fence. Kane's loophole made him welcome instead, but the patio actually had guidelines about wild animals and he returned to muttering.
"I see the allure of sunshine, alcohol and sexual harassment pulled you right in." Kane raised his shot to her and downed it easily, turning over the glass and placing it rim down to show no liquid left in the glass. "You know the first time I saw 'Raiders', I practiced doing this over and over? I'd drink a can of soda one shot at a time, and then set the glass down. Mom was so pissed because she assumed I'd learned it from Uncle Pete."
"Talking it is," she said, dropping her hand down to let the wolf snuffle at her hand between the fence. She smiled, giving his snout a little scritch when he didn't immediately take off her fingers. "I am honestly not even remotely surprised you were a weird kid, no."
"Not that weird. We all wanted to be Indy. I remember my neighbour, Jake Rosenstein, kept trying to get the same scar on his chin. Used to come into the boards with his chin up in hockey hoping to gash it open."
"Uh, that was Marion actually," Felicia corrected him with a snobby drawl, giving him a playful wink as she took a sip of her drink. "Who I wanted to be, no scars needed."
"We wanted to be everyone in the film. All of them, actually. I remember telling someone that my dad looked like Indy's dad, so I was going to grow up and look just like Harrison Ford." He took a sip of his beer as he hitched his eyebrows. "That one never quite came through, eh?"
"Oh my god, fish harder," Felicia laughed, giving a long suffering look to the wolf. "So sorry you couldn't be a perfect doppelganger of Harrison Ford and instead had to be some other mutant level of attractive. I'm sure it's very difficult for you and your abs."
"Hey, I'm just explaining the-" Kane paused as his eyes tracked a Bichette double into right. "-the thought processes of a young Canadian boy, with his head full of hopes, dreams, and golden idols."
Felicia hummed, obviously disbelieving, as she reached her hand through the fence to let the wolf snuffle it and decide if he wanted ear rubs. "Never heard it called that before. Guess I get to learn something new about Canadian linguistics today."
The wolf nipped her fingers slightly before bumping them with his nose impatiently. "Throw me the idol, I throw you the whip. Alfred Molina. Best turn was as the anti-chocolate guy in that chocolate film. There was a lot of chocolate in that. I think you added calories watching it."
"I burned it off later wondering what it'd be like to be in between Johnny Depp and... fuck what was her name. It's right there, it also started with a J. Julia?" Felicia thought out loud, giving a little laugh as she moved to pat the wolf's ears, long massaging rubs with strong fingers.
"Why Ms Hardy, how naughty." He said with his ridiculous quick grin. "It had my country-woman and teenage crush Carrie-Anne Moss in it so... yeah. Just, ye- fuck yeah Vladdy! PLAKATA!" He yelled, arms in the air as he watched the ball leave the yard.
“High five, would also do. Wait, it was Juliette. Right? Juliette… Juliette... Binoche! Juliette Binoche,” Felicia continued, unperturbed by Garrison’s outburst as she apparently chose to just completely ignore it in favour of channeling IMDB. She looked over at the screen as number 27 rounded the bases, the replay of his hit coming up on screen soon after, and nodded like she had any clue what was happening beyond the lowest level all New Yorkers were required to comprehend about baseball. "Nice."
"Sorry, home run to right. It's a thing." He said and took a sip from his mug. The wolf made a low hurmph sound and he reached into his pocket and slid a baggie over to Felicia. "I know it looks like I'm trying to pass you a baggie of drugs in literally the worst sting operation of all time, but that's unsalted jerky. I found a guy in town to makes it by the cow-full in his garage and Greedyguts there can't get enough of it."
"Never even passed my mind you'd be interesting enough to do anything illegal," Felicia replied, baggie already in hand before he could take it back. At the crinkling of plastic, the wolf raised its head with a quizzical noise and she beckoned. "Hello there handsome. Treat?" she asked, offering him a piece in her palm.
He nuzzled her hand before gobbling it up.
"You know, you feeding a wolf is like your version of class warfare, it seems."
"I'm really tempted to tell you my dad had hunting dogs while I was growing up, we'd take our horses out on Sunday with them," Felicia said absently after biting her lip against a wide smile, staring down at the wolf as he chewed. She pet his soft ears again. "But really, I just. Like animals. Cats have fared better, lots of theories about luck fields, but most likely just they don't need walks. Though I'd be happy to go trail running with this beast."
"Yeah, he walks himself. I haven't even bothered to come near him with a collar or a leash. I just know it won't happen." Kane said, finishing off his pint just as another hit the table. "So how are you doing. I heard there were... zombies or something your last time out?"
"Yep. Second time now, too," Felicia answered, liking Garrison's suggestion and taking a long pull from her drink as punctuation. "Going to have to add zombies to my yearly BINGO card of weird shit happening and I'm not into it."
"See, that's the problem with this life. Not only are our lives deeply weird, but weird in the Hollywood way in which we can expect fucking sequels, eh? Even worse, remakes!" He said with a wry look.
Felicia sighed, dropped her hand to the wolf who seemed to sense something - empathy or perhaps a possibility of more treats - who nuzzled in, settled her fingers in the soft fur of his ears. "Deeply weird. Everyone's mad, there's the fuck up getting that kid in Mexico, then second coming of zombies. I need a nap. Seven naps. On a private island where all I have to do is wear skimpy clothes in the sun, and eat the food prepared for me."
"I have the strangest feeling you could make that happen in a week if you wanted to, eh." Kane nodded, eyes finally not split between hers and the television. "But, like me, someone made a choice."
"In a day. But I have shit to do," Felicia glanced at him, a long slide of her gaze as she tried to find her straw with her mouth. "No no, don't lump me in here. It's nothing noble or for the greater good. Your choice was like. Citizens picking up litter and gun legislation. That's not me."
"Sure. You're foregoing your Manhattan penthouse, trips to exotic locales all over the world where you attend all the best parties and steal all the best stuff, totally for cynical reasons. Colbert absolutely has the negatives of you and your torrid teenaged affair with the Blob or something." Kane joked. "Don't worry Hardy. I promise I will never suggest there might be something vaguely altruistic in your motives again." He bobbed his eyebrows at her before taking a sip.
"Good. See that you don't," she replied with a sniff and a quick half smile, finally finding the straw and finishing the very bottom of her cocktail. "I worked very hard on this easy for others to navigate persona. Almost as much as you have on your mature and well adjusted one."
"True, I am a paste-eating seven year old at heart. Fortunately, the kids' menu here is still alcoholic." He said, sketching a toast in the air. The wolf nudged her hand with a grumbled whine.
Felicia gave him an eyebrow raise just on the cusp between bemused and concerned before a wet nose distracted her and she rustled for another piece of jerky, handing it to the wolf easily. "Sorry sweet boy," she said, returning to ear pets as he munched away. "Has he agreed to a name yet?"
"Still hasn't told me. You know, I appreciate you're one of the people who doesn't think I get to name him."
"I'm very wise," Felicia said, smiling when another gin was set on the table, which she took with one hand, the other still concentrated on her wolf pal. "And you seem to have all your toes still, which I feel is the first thing he'd go for if you upset him."
"I have a healing factor. They'd grow back. Eventually." Kane nodded his pint. "Worst thing is that he sniffs out the dill pickle chips and when he's mad, scarfs them down and leaves the bags for me to find. And not be able to eat."
"Does he crinkle the foil packets when he wants something and you're ignoring him, or is that just a cat thing?" she asked after her sip. "Not that he would ever, is most good maybe magic wolf guy."
"No, he just wants the junk food, the greedy little bugger." Kane said, although still dropped his hand to tickle the wolf's muzzle as it came up.
"Aww..." she teased, lips red around her straw. "You absolute sucker. It's cute, really, and I'm glad we've found out that the hierarchy tier system for the mansion does indeed involve wildlife above you." Felicia looked down at the wolf at his chuffing noise. "Yes, very handsome, fluffy wildlife."
Harry's patio was a bit of a makeshift creation. For years, it was about parking for the customers. But times changed and leaving hammered to the gills and driving off fell out of favour. He tried multiple things, but they always ended up too close to the garbage area or interfering with the front. Finally, he bit the bullet and revamped a section out front to host a collection of tables, a canopy, and a couple of televisions. Currently, they showed a Jays game, confirming that Garrison Kane was in attendance, sitting by the fence with his wolf on the other side just to make life easy for the staff.
Felicia fell into the seat next to him during the middle of the third inning, expertly holding double shots in one hand and a gin and (diet) tonic, extra lime in the other. She neatly deposited one of the shots in front of him, clinking the rim with the bottom of hers, before downing it neatly and with only a hint of desperation. "You don't have to talk to me, I’m just too tired to tell off people thinking I’m interested in their life story just because I’m here by myself and hot,” she said, before catching sight of the wolf. “Hello.”
"rugh!" The wolf grumbled at her, unhappy to be on this side of the fence. Kane's loophole made him welcome instead, but the patio actually had guidelines about wild animals and he returned to muttering.
"I see the allure of sunshine, alcohol and sexual harassment pulled you right in." Kane raised his shot to her and downed it easily, turning over the glass and placing it rim down to show no liquid left in the glass. "You know the first time I saw 'Raiders', I practiced doing this over and over? I'd drink a can of soda one shot at a time, and then set the glass down. Mom was so pissed because she assumed I'd learned it from Uncle Pete."
"Talking it is," she said, dropping her hand down to let the wolf snuffle at her hand between the fence. She smiled, giving his snout a little scritch when he didn't immediately take off her fingers. "I am honestly not even remotely surprised you were a weird kid, no."
"Not that weird. We all wanted to be Indy. I remember my neighbour, Jake Rosenstein, kept trying to get the same scar on his chin. Used to come into the boards with his chin up in hockey hoping to gash it open."
"Uh, that was Marion actually," Felicia corrected him with a snobby drawl, giving him a playful wink as she took a sip of her drink. "Who I wanted to be, no scars needed."
"We wanted to be everyone in the film. All of them, actually. I remember telling someone that my dad looked like Indy's dad, so I was going to grow up and look just like Harrison Ford." He took a sip of his beer as he hitched his eyebrows. "That one never quite came through, eh?"
"Oh my god, fish harder," Felicia laughed, giving a long suffering look to the wolf. "So sorry you couldn't be a perfect doppelganger of Harrison Ford and instead had to be some other mutant level of attractive. I'm sure it's very difficult for you and your abs."
"Hey, I'm just explaining the-" Kane paused as his eyes tracked a Bichette double into right. "-the thought processes of a young Canadian boy, with his head full of hopes, dreams, and golden idols."
Felicia hummed, obviously disbelieving, as she reached her hand through the fence to let the wolf snuffle it and decide if he wanted ear rubs. "Never heard it called that before. Guess I get to learn something new about Canadian linguistics today."
The wolf nipped her fingers slightly before bumping them with his nose impatiently. "Throw me the idol, I throw you the whip. Alfred Molina. Best turn was as the anti-chocolate guy in that chocolate film. There was a lot of chocolate in that. I think you added calories watching it."
"I burned it off later wondering what it'd be like to be in between Johnny Depp and... fuck what was her name. It's right there, it also started with a J. Julia?" Felicia thought out loud, giving a little laugh as she moved to pat the wolf's ears, long massaging rubs with strong fingers.
"Why Ms Hardy, how naughty." He said with his ridiculous quick grin. "It had my country-woman and teenage crush Carrie-Anne Moss in it so... yeah. Just, ye- fuck yeah Vladdy! PLAKATA!" He yelled, arms in the air as he watched the ball leave the yard.
“High five, would also do. Wait, it was Juliette. Right? Juliette… Juliette... Binoche! Juliette Binoche,” Felicia continued, unperturbed by Garrison’s outburst as she apparently chose to just completely ignore it in favour of channeling IMDB. She looked over at the screen as number 27 rounded the bases, the replay of his hit coming up on screen soon after, and nodded like she had any clue what was happening beyond the lowest level all New Yorkers were required to comprehend about baseball. "Nice."
"Sorry, home run to right. It's a thing." He said and took a sip from his mug. The wolf made a low hurmph sound and he reached into his pocket and slid a baggie over to Felicia. "I know it looks like I'm trying to pass you a baggie of drugs in literally the worst sting operation of all time, but that's unsalted jerky. I found a guy in town to makes it by the cow-full in his garage and Greedyguts there can't get enough of it."
"Never even passed my mind you'd be interesting enough to do anything illegal," Felicia replied, baggie already in hand before he could take it back. At the crinkling of plastic, the wolf raised its head with a quizzical noise and she beckoned. "Hello there handsome. Treat?" she asked, offering him a piece in her palm.
He nuzzled her hand before gobbling it up.
"You know, you feeding a wolf is like your version of class warfare, it seems."
"I'm really tempted to tell you my dad had hunting dogs while I was growing up, we'd take our horses out on Sunday with them," Felicia said absently after biting her lip against a wide smile, staring down at the wolf as he chewed. She pet his soft ears again. "But really, I just. Like animals. Cats have fared better, lots of theories about luck fields, but most likely just they don't need walks. Though I'd be happy to go trail running with this beast."
"Yeah, he walks himself. I haven't even bothered to come near him with a collar or a leash. I just know it won't happen." Kane said, finishing off his pint just as another hit the table. "So how are you doing. I heard there were... zombies or something your last time out?"
"Yep. Second time now, too," Felicia answered, liking Garrison's suggestion and taking a long pull from her drink as punctuation. "Going to have to add zombies to my yearly BINGO card of weird shit happening and I'm not into it."
"See, that's the problem with this life. Not only are our lives deeply weird, but weird in the Hollywood way in which we can expect fucking sequels, eh? Even worse, remakes!" He said with a wry look.
Felicia sighed, dropped her hand to the wolf who seemed to sense something - empathy or perhaps a possibility of more treats - who nuzzled in, settled her fingers in the soft fur of his ears. "Deeply weird. Everyone's mad, there's the fuck up getting that kid in Mexico, then second coming of zombies. I need a nap. Seven naps. On a private island where all I have to do is wear skimpy clothes in the sun, and eat the food prepared for me."
"I have the strangest feeling you could make that happen in a week if you wanted to, eh." Kane nodded, eyes finally not split between hers and the television. "But, like me, someone made a choice."
"In a day. But I have shit to do," Felicia glanced at him, a long slide of her gaze as she tried to find her straw with her mouth. "No no, don't lump me in here. It's nothing noble or for the greater good. Your choice was like. Citizens picking up litter and gun legislation. That's not me."
"Sure. You're foregoing your Manhattan penthouse, trips to exotic locales all over the world where you attend all the best parties and steal all the best stuff, totally for cynical reasons. Colbert absolutely has the negatives of you and your torrid teenaged affair with the Blob or something." Kane joked. "Don't worry Hardy. I promise I will never suggest there might be something vaguely altruistic in your motives again." He bobbed his eyebrows at her before taking a sip.
"Good. See that you don't," she replied with a sniff and a quick half smile, finally finding the straw and finishing the very bottom of her cocktail. "I worked very hard on this easy for others to navigate persona. Almost as much as you have on your mature and well adjusted one."
"True, I am a paste-eating seven year old at heart. Fortunately, the kids' menu here is still alcoholic." He said, sketching a toast in the air. The wolf nudged her hand with a grumbled whine.
Felicia gave him an eyebrow raise just on the cusp between bemused and concerned before a wet nose distracted her and she rustled for another piece of jerky, handing it to the wolf easily. "Sorry sweet boy," she said, returning to ear pets as he munched away. "Has he agreed to a name yet?"
"Still hasn't told me. You know, I appreciate you're one of the people who doesn't think I get to name him."
"I'm very wise," Felicia said, smiling when another gin was set on the table, which she took with one hand, the other still concentrated on her wolf pal. "And you seem to have all your toes still, which I feel is the first thing he'd go for if you upset him."
"I have a healing factor. They'd grow back. Eventually." Kane nodded his pint. "Worst thing is that he sniffs out the dill pickle chips and when he's mad, scarfs them down and leaves the bags for me to find. And not be able to eat."
"Does he crinkle the foil packets when he wants something and you're ignoring him, or is that just a cat thing?" she asked after her sip. "Not that he would ever, is most good maybe magic wolf guy."
"No, he just wants the junk food, the greedy little bugger." Kane said, although still dropped his hand to tickle the wolf's muzzle as it came up.
"Aww..." she teased, lips red around her straw. "You absolute sucker. It's cute, really, and I'm glad we've found out that the hierarchy tier system for the mansion does indeed involve wildlife above you." Felicia looked down at the wolf at his chuffing noise. "Yes, very handsome, fluffy wildlife."
