callanhall

[callanhall]

ria: are you the one playing edm

ria: turn it the fuck off before i end you and your electronic device

callan: Yes.

callan: I can play whatever I want in my own car.

[callanhall]

“Maybe.” He sighs and observes the party. “So, why are you here?” he asks casually.

“good question. maybe there’s some kryptonite soda around to fuck him up.”

[callanhall]

“Probably,” he agrees, not wanting to argue. Despite regretting the last shot, he pours himself another and solemnly drinks it. “Can Superman even get drunk?”

“buck up,” ria rolled her eyes. “it’s not a bad idea til you’re throwing up on someone’s couch. you’d probably cry though, right? fucking up someone else’s shit? too drunk to help them out?”

[callanhall]

Callan sets down his now empty shot glass. “I’m pretty sure that last shot was a bad idea.”

[callanhall]

“Um...yeah. You’re welcome.”

“Thanks, man. You really know how to make a dude feel better about his seemingly very unfortunate smell. What a man!”

[callanhall]

fuckyeahtmi:

Matthew Daddario at Human Rights Campaign Dinner - March 19, 2016.

[callanhall]

Callan directs the car to the highway that leads eventually to the interstate. From what he could tell when he looked ahead on Google Maps, the trip wasn’t too bad. Most of it would of consist of cruising down I-80 East. He switches the radio from NPR to the college rock station based out of Matherson. Eventually as they got farther away and they lost signal, he’d have to change the station again. 

He lifts his coffee to his lips and carefully takes a sip. “I used to have a boss who had a coffee pot constantly running in her office,” he begins conversationally. “Even though we weren’t allowed to have coffee pots or electric tea kettles in our offices because it was a fire hazard---she did anyway, and she was always drinking coffee. I wouldn’t be surprised if she has a heart attack soon.” He glances at Leah. “Sorry, that was kind of morbid. Sometimes, though, I feel like I’m turning into her. I don’t have a constant flow of coffee coming at me yet, but I can’t see the downside to that.” The downside is the headaches he already gets when he doesn’t have caffeine for a day would probably be 10 times worse, but he doesn’t mention that.

leave a trace | leah&callan

A sip of the plain coffee was enough to make her nose crinkle at the bitterness, but she’d live without the sugar – her laziness setting in now that she was starting to relax. “Thank you so much, Cal’,” she hummed as she took the bag into her lap and peeked inside. Honestly, this felt like too much considerateness from him. The people who would do things like that for her without asking were few, even just one if she really got down to it. “I’m good,” she shrugged, not masking the smile on her face.

Leah was caught battling herself about acting indifferent or letting her genuine enthusiasm for the day show. She was going to see what doing the thing she to wanted would entail, the thoughts about her inability to do so not catching up yet. “No, no, this is great. Really, thanks,” brushing off the offer, she couldn’t allow herself to accept anything more from him. It was very rare that Leah felt that someone was offering something without expectations from her and she wasn’t too sure anymore if that was the case here. Leave it to Leah to second guess this when the day hadn’t even started. “Let’s get moving. Don’t want to miss out on anything.”

[callanhall]

“I’ll look into it. Uh...anyway, see you later.” As he turns away, he has already begin replaying this conversation in his head, regretting a lot of the things he’s said because of how she responded and thinking of how he could have said them better.

ria was never speechless. not even now, she wasn’t speechless. she just…couldn’t think of anything to say, because she was so shocked. not only had he still reached out to help her, but he’d done it with a shitty reference to the name she’d given him. was this what ‘killing them with kindness’ was all about? it was fucking stupid. she stared down at the card with her brows raised, then finally raised her eyes to give him a look of annoyance. “great. thanks. hope you know how to get pig gravity to work again.”

[callanhall]

“That’s fair. But really, I think you’re fine, if that makes you feel any better.”

“It’s not that I didn’t consider doing so, but I just haven’t been home to take one yet and I’m above taking an axe shower. I just thought it would be polite to apologize, I guess.”

[callanhall]

@callanhall: Caesar: What say'st thou to me now? speak once again.

@callanhall: Soothsayer: Beware the ides of March.

@callanhall: Caesar: He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass.

[callanhall]

“So you have my number. So you’ll call me if you need help.” He puts his wallet away. “It’s like...the watch Superman gave Jimmy Olsen,” he tries and instantly regrets it after he said it. “Please call me if you get into trouble. I can help.”

after a moment, ria decides to grab the card from him, frowning down at it. “new york, huh? that’s like, america’s metropolis,” she looked back at him, then down at the card. “why are you giving me this?”

[callanhall]

He takes his wallet out of his pocket and slides out an old business card that still lists him as working at the New York Times, but his cell phone number is on it which is the important part. He holds the card out to her. “Here.”

“i only have the numbers of people i actually talk to,” ria pursed her lips. “or can deal with talking to, at least.”

[callanhall]

“Right.” He changes the subject. “Ria, do you have my number?”

“your uneducation.”

[callanhall]

“What exactly are you saving me from?”

“look at me, savin’ kent’s life for once.”

[callanhall]

“Good to know.”

“because there is no right answer. the only right answer is to not go to denny’s when the sun’s out. that’s it.”

[callanhall]

“I don’t know why you’re asking me either. I feel like any answer I have is wrong in your eyes, anyway.” He doesn’t say it bitterly; he says it like it’s a textbook fact.

“no it’s not. who the fuck wants endless pancakes without being filled with alcohol and exhaustion? i don’t know why i’m asking you, though.”

[callanhall]

“True... Well, there’s your answer why people would go to Denny’s before 10.”

“well it’s not like denny’s has an expensive meal option. it’s four dollar endless pancakes or nothin’.”