<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/0d/9f/5a/0d9f5af13c932977d4e3b048e13f14da.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Conner 'Tidalwave' Almasy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13091869#msg13091869)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the bar<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 9th, Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bridges (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13062037#msg13062037)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Meeting an old friend.<br/><hr/><br/>Being around Bridgette was something that Conner hadn't expected to have happen again.  But now that it was, he was certainly glad that it was.  The girl just brought out something in him that made him feel better about the world.  She was a friend when he had desperately needed one, and he suspected that the same was true for her regarding him, and he'd never forgotten that.  Nor had he forgotten all the nights they had spent together, him, Bridgette, and Beta, in a tangle of limbs and sweaty bodies.  He couldn't help but smile as he thought about those nights and how any others afterwards hadn't compared.  Even the couple of threesomes he'd had in college hadn't quite matched up to the ones he'd shared with Bridgette and Beta, which probably had something to do with them being literally the same girl and having no issue with doing things that other girl's wouldn't.<br/><br/>As she mentioned making food from France, he nodded with a smile.<strong>"If you cook it, then I'll give it a try,"</strong>he told her simply,<strong>"I doubt that anything could be worse than college cafeteria food.  For what students pay to go there, you'd think they could afford some decent meals once in a while."</strong>He grimaced a bit when he thought about some of the meals that he'd had in college.  Mystery meat seemed to be a common thread between most of them and he didn't have enough money to just go and shop for himself or eat out every night, so often it was either that or not eat.  And Conner much preferred to be full than to be hungry, so he'd swallowed his pride and the meal.  He'd never gotten sick but there were a couple of close calls in there and his letter had contained references to these from time to time.<br/><br/>At her comment about 'nasty work' he looked confused for a moment, then he remembered that her letters had often referenced a dislike of exact sciences.  Even when they were younger, she had detested such things whereas he'd been drawn to them.  He wanted to understand the laws of the universe they lived in, thinking it might help him understand his own powers and how he was able to disrupt those laws so easily.  However, his degrees had offered no insight to how their mutations worked and he lacked the drive or interest to learn more about human DNA and biology and the other subjects that might still hold the answers he had been seeking.<strong>"I have learned much about that nasty work, as you call it,"</strong>he said with a smile,<strong>"Someone has to, just as someone else must understand the vague details of the human mind and it's emotions."</strong>He winked teasingly at her.<br/><br/>It was then that he realized that Bridgette was no longer talking, but rather it was Beta.  That surprised him since, as far as he could remember, Bridgette was generally the one that did most of the talking while Beta listened and was just there.  But then again, things could've easily changed and he did his best to keep up with things, sipping at the delightfully rich wine that they had provided.  It had been a while since he'd drank and even though he was only on his second glass, he was starting to feel a little bit heady from it, but he didn't admit this.  Neither Bridgette nor Beta would be merciful if he admitted to being such a lightweight when it came to such things.  When they were vague about someone call her 'theirs', he knew the truth instantly.  They were lonely, something that he always found odd given they were never truly alone, and that made him sad.  And also happy that he was around.<br/><br/><strong>"Well they may wish to call you that, but are there any that can?"</strong>he asked softly, a hint of suggestion in the air between them,<strong>"Because if so, I may have to do something about that."</strong>He smiled at her with those words.  The truth was he felt a strong, strong connection to Bridgette and being back in her presence only reminded him of that fact and made him want to return to the days when they were nearly inseparable.  He knew that was unlikely to happen, but the memories of those days were so strong in that moment that he couldn't help but want them back.  He was so lost in thought that it too him a moment to realize something that was out of the ordinary and very much new to him.<br/><br/>Beta was gone.  Not like had left the room, which in of itself was rare since the girls were rarely not in the same room, but gone completely.  She'd been behind him as Bridgette held his attention while talking about students and school and then the next moment she was gone.  Turning more fully to look around, he was quickly able to determine that she wasn't just hiding or something along those lines.  She was completely gone.  He turned to Bridgette, a look of surprise on his face that was quickly replaced by a slight smile.<strong>"Well that's a new skill for you,"</strong>he said,<strong>"I don't think I've ever not seen Beta around us.  I'm honestly a bit uncertain what to make of her disappearance.  Care to explain what happened?"</strong><br/><br/>He raised an eyebrow at her as he drained his wine glass and set it down before returning his full attention to her.  This trick was another reminder of how much she'd changed.  And yet, she still seemed so much like she always had been.  Whether or not she thought of herself in that manner, she was still his Bridgette.  And he was now back and it seemed that, in addition to being a professor, he now had a chance to once again be her Conner.  That was, if she would have him.