Grocery Games ~Angel&&Gen~

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Genevieve had loved New York ever since she moved her and Ella up here. She had gotten a great job fast, which was something she felt blessed about. If she hadn't have gotten this job, she would've still been back in Denver. She would've been back in the place that ruined her life. New York was a fresh start for her and for Ella. Another perk about New York was that about 95% of the population walked to wherever they needed. They didn't use cars. You didn't have to. Everywhere you wanted or needed to go was within a thirty minute walk of your apartment. That meant that Gen didn't have to walk everywhere and get looks and questions about why she never set foot in a car. 

Ever since the car crash, Gen had been deathly afraid of cars. The only time Ella had ever been in a car was when she was a newborn and her grandparents were taking care of her for Gen. But now that Gen was able to walk and support her little family again, she had been very independent about it. She never accepted help from her parents, whether that were them wanting to come take care of Ella for a few days or them wanting to give her money to help pay the rent or bills. Gen was determined to show the world that she could survive and flourish without Tyler. 

So, today, on one of her only days off this month, she went to the grocery store to stock up on food for herself and Ella. She grabbed a cart, and she went around the store, not really sure what she wanted to buy. 

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Despite everything, Angel still wasn’t used to grocery shopping. He didn’t enjoy it, and he often opened his refrigerator and was surprised to see it bare. It was like he still expected someone else to go on out and fill it with food for him, even though his marriage had been over for four years now. He guessed there were some things he just never got used to. After noticing all he had left was some curdled milk, one egg, and an odd looking carrot in his refrigerator, Angel had changed his plans from the gym to shopping. It was hardly a good way to spend a day off from the fire department, but it was either get some food into his kitchen or spend a week living off take out, and he wasn’t the greatest fan of ordering in his meals. He preferred to prepare and cook fresh meals rather than live off junk food like so many people in the city seemed to do. He didn’t even know how they could function when they devoured half of the crap on a regular basis.

When he got to the store he took his time walking around, knowing that as much as he hated being in here if he rushed he would only end up missing out things he would need. Angel didn’t want to have to make a second trip to the store, and he was getting as much in as he could to last him a while. Coming here always felt like more effort than it actually was, and it was such an annoying task made worse by the screaming kids allowed to run around by their parents, getting in the way of the shopping carts and climbing on the shelves like it was a jungle gym. He really wanted to say something when he saw it happening, but he didn’t want to get into a fight; he had seen enough of them in his life.

Turning up the aisle to grab a bottle of bourbon, his lifeline before bed most nights, Angel backed out the other end and headed up the next side, dark eyes scanning the shelves as he moved along as snail’s pace. He didn’t have a list of things he wanted, but was rather just picking things up as he saw and needed them. It might not have been the most productive of ways to shop, but it was how he did it. He had never been an organised kind of man. Glancing at a can of condensed milk he grabbed, he was looking at a ‘try this’ recipe on the label as he moved slowly along, unaware of anyone else until his cart collided with another. Glancing up, his eyes fell on a woman, and he smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I should really look where I’m goin’.” His Texan drawl had never left him, but then he had only been in New York for four years. He dropped the can into his cart and paid the woman some more attention. “Are you okay? I didn’t bump into you too hard, did I?” The manners his mother has instilled into him would certainly stay with him for life though.

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Gen wasn't broke. She made decent money, and she could easily support her and Ella. They lived comfortably, and Ella had everything her little heart desired. But that didn't mean that Gen couldn't be frugal. There was nothing wrong with wanting to save a few dollars here and there, especially when it came to food. There was no need to buy all name brand items when there were perfectly good store brand items right next to them for a lot less. That's how Gen saw it, anyway. She knew that she was only paying for the name of the brand and not the ingredients used. 

When the man bumped into her cart, she was comparing the prices of mac and cheese boxes. All she heard was the clank of the metal, and it made her tense up out of reflex. She looked over at the apologizing man with a blank expression on her face before she registered what had exactly happened. When her brain caught up with the situation at hand, a friendly smile came to her face. 

"Oh trust me; I've had worse bumps than that before."

She told him, playing the accident off. After all, she had been in a pretty serious car wreck five years ago. She was also a police officer and a mother, both jobs included daily bump-ins. In fact, Gen's daily wake-up call (when she wasn't working) was a little girl jumping on her with all of her weight. Elbows went in her ribs, and it was just a mess. But she wouldn't have asked for anything different. Being a mother was the best thing she had ever experienced, and she knew she would miss those wake up calls when Ella got older. She looked back at the mac and cheese boxes before looking back at the guy. 

"This might sound like a weird question, but what's your favorite brand of macaroni and cheese?"

She asked him.


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[angel quentin boyce]

Angel had made a mess of his life, but he was trying to salvage something to be proud of in the end when he walked side by side with The Reaper. With his line of work it could be sooner rather than later, but he promised his mother during their phone calls that he did everything he could to come out of his job in one piece. It wasn’t like he ran into burning buildings on each and every shift he had at the fire department anyway. There were plenty of nights where there rescues were actually comical; drunks with heads stuck in railings, or college kids who were stuck on roofs. Others were more serious, but not every single one involved raging infernos or even flames at all. Trying to explain that to his mother though was like trying to explain quantum physics to a three year old who just wanted to play trucks in the sandbox. She had a vision of what her son did for a living and nothing Angel could say or do would change that. Hell, he was pretty sure he could put her in the back of the truck for a ride-a-long and she still wouldn’t see the truth of his work.

“Shopping carts are one of the reasons why I hate grocery shopping.” Angel admitted, rubbing the back of his neck and smiling ruefully once he knew that this woman wasn’t one of the kind who would scream at him for a minor bump in the aisle. He was pretty sure that the store was a dangerous place to be most days of the week and if he knew what he wanted each week and knew someone who would do the job, he’d pay someone to make the trip for him. He really wasn’t a fan of dragging a cart down each aisle and then back up another, but if he wanted to live off something more than take out cartons and the vending machines at the station, he’d have to grin and bear it.

Smiling, Angel glanced over the options and shook his head. “Nothing beats homemade.” He answered simply, stepping around his cart to reach the shelf. “But, I suppose if that isn’t an option…this one.” He plucked a fairly inexpensive box down from the second to top shelf and held it out to the woman. Angel had never understood why there were so many different choices and why half of them were so expensive and yet still tasted like plastic coated cardboard. No, Angel preferred home-made food every time compared to pre-packed, but he was old enough and wise enough to know that time and sometimes energy didn’t allow for it.

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<sub>Gen wasn't sure why so many people disliked grocery shopping. Gen found it relaxing, to be honest. She was able to be by herself and just think for a little while. She often tried to draw out her shopping trips for that very reason. She was able to be by herself and be an adult. She loved Ella with everything she had, but every parent needed time to be with other adults, even if she wasn't really interacting with them. Which was why she was drawing out the conversation with Angel. She craved the attention of other adults, especially since her life revolved around Ella and her school. She smiled at Angel, nodding a little bit. 

"I actually enjoy grocery shopping, believe it or not."

She told him. She looked at him once again, recognizing him from some place. Gen worked with a lot of people in her field of work. She worked with citizens, other cops, firemen, journalists. She was sure he had been someone on that list. She let the thought go, though. There was no need to bring that up, especially when she wasn't exactly sure if she had seen him before or not. He could've had a twin out there. When he spoke, she let out a chuckle. Gen barely had time to make a sandwich in the mornings for lunch, and when she got home from picking Ella up, there was barely anytime to make a real dinner before Ella had to get ready for bed. They usually cooked on the weekends and just warmed the food up during the week for dinner, which had been easier than fixing dinner every night. Especially nights when Gen had to work late and the babysitter had to make dinner for them. 

"I wish I had time to make a homemade meal. I think the last time I made or even ate something homemade was when my mom was visiting about four years ago."

She told him with a small laugh.</sub> 

[angel quentin boyce]

Angel hated chores of any kind these days. Which was odd given that he used to do them quite a bit back at home to help his mother out, and around the neighbourhood whenever people needed repair work done, or things tidied up around the yard. He just didn’t like doing them for himself, he guessed. At least when he was doing them for others he had their gratitude at the end of it all, but when it was for himself he just huffed his way through it and groaned a lot more than he ought to. Plus, he was older now, more jaded than he had been when he was living with his mother and helping out the folks who lived near them. He might have saved lives and helped others for a living, but Angel was a little bit bitter compared to how he used to be, and there was less enthusiasm about helping others away from his job. It was nothing personal, but Angel had less faith him himself, and in others, too.

“Then I guess that makes you and me opposites.” Angel said with a warm smile. He usually came in and went as quickly as he could, grabbing just what he needed. However, his cupboards weren’t usually as empty as they currently were. This was a little different and he needed to be sure that he had enough food to last, or else he’d be back before the end of the week and probably in a terrible mood for it, too. That, he didn’t want. There were a million better feelings to be had, and he was grouchy at the best of times it seemed these days. Plus, he would rather be doing anything else but pushing a cart around the store again. Another million better things came to mind than that.

Chuckling, Angel shook his head. “I hear you. Still, nothing tastes quite as good as it.” He didn’t always have the time, energy, or the mood to cook for himself, but he tried from time to time. Nothing tasted as good as it, and Angel grew tired of boxed and canned goods sooner or later. He wasn’t always able to settle with that though since his job kept him working long shifts, and afterwards he usually just wanted to collapse into his bed, sometimes still wearing his shoes. Living alone had that perk where no one was going to nag at him for doing something like that.

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