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Post by Granger Dallas Nylander on Sept 5, 2018 10:22:58 GMT -5
It wasn't that Granger refused to share his thoughts with people, it was because he couldn't. It was usually about a case that was ongoing and that meant that he needed to keep his thoughts to himself and bring up absolutely nothing that would indicate where his dark thoughts had been leading him. His mother and sisters hated it but they understood that he was protecting them by not telling them what was going through his mind. It had been ingrained into him from the time he'd started in the military and just stuck around; a trait that had actually come in handy in the career he'd chosen. He'd been thinking about changing up careers again, maybe try his hand at the SWAT placement exams. He was a damn near perfect shot, would say perfect but he's not that arrogant. But it would give his family a little more piece of mind because they knew SWAT didn't get as much work. That was a lie, they just didn't end up in the news half as much as vice cases did but Granger was not going to tell them that. His mother and sisters thought it would be a safer job and that was what mattered to them.
His sister, he knew, wanted their future children to grow up with their uncle Granger because they'd had him in their lives and thought he was pretty awesome. In fact, he'd done a lot before he'd gone off to join the fight overseas to make them happy. He might have been the middle child, but he was the only boy. And when he'd been younger, he hadn't been opposed to dressing up like a princess to have high tea with Ryleigh. He wouldn't have been opposed to doing it again if she surprised him with a niece, he was quite secure in his masculinity. So far, no heirs but the day would come and he would be just as happy about the news as the rest of the family would be. Until then, he would do his job and consider doing another. He wasn't overly fond of Vice, the undercover work was irritating to him. He was only that tough guy when he was on the clock and needed to be out on the street, buying dime bags here and there to bring in the little fish and turning them to catch the bigger fish. It was a vicious cycle but it was one that needed to be done to get them off the streets.
This diner and his family were his secrets. He needed them in his real life so he could unwind and come back down from a rough shift. Granger smiled, shaking his head with a chuckle. "That may be true by my mama taught me to eat my proper meals before dessert." He said, holding up the fork he needed to dig into his meal. The bacon, sausage, veggies and hash-browns covered in cheese and topped with the two yolkless eggs was exactly what he'd been craving when he'd walked into the building that morning. "If you have any left after I've devoured this, I'll think about stealing a bite." He suggested with a flirtatious grin tugging on his lips.
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Tag || Loretta Brennan Leigh Words || 541 Music || If the Boot Fits --Granger Smith Notes || He's less cranky today! <3
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Post by Loretta Brennan Leigh on Mar 7, 2019 18:46:12 GMT -5
Loretta had been the strong one for months now. She was the steady level of normalcy being maintained for her niece’s life; she was the glue barely holding the shattered pieces of her sister together; she was the one constant rock that was keeping everyone else moving forward, even a year after they had lost the previous cornerstone of their world. She didn’t have a choice to be much of anything else but, as the younger sister who had been doted on before, it suddenly felt like she was supporting the weight of the world with no one there to help. She didn’t mention this to her sister or anyone else; she kept it bottled up inside, focusing on finishing to-do lists and keeping her flawlessly calm outer appearance. Loretta was fine, everything was fine; it had to be.
She thought she was a good auntie to little Rebecca; she tried her hardest to be, at any rate. She hadn’t signed up for having a newborn and, even if the child wasn’t technically hers, Loretta still spent most of her waking hours caring for her. Loretta’s world revolved around Rebecca and there was nothing she wouldn’t have done for her; but, she was only 26. She wasn’t done enjoying her 20’s yet, especially not now that she was back in New York. Even despite her introvert tendencies, Loretta would’ve loved to travel more or go out to dinner with her friends after work. She would have loved that freedom to go wherever she wanted and not have to consider a babysitter or daycare pick-up; but, that wasn’t her reality and probably wouldn’t be for some time.
Loretta needed a space where she wasn’t Auntie Lottie; she needed a break, and that was why she found herself at the little diner so often. It wasn’t quiet, by any means, but it was somewhere she could get lost in. Here, she could blend in with the crowd of customers and just be another New Yorker with no responsibilities strangling her. The laugh that bubbled to her lips at his words was a sound that didn’t come out very often these days. She smiled at him and cut into her own food, popping a gooey bite of the cinnamon roll into her mouth. "It’s not stealing if I’m offering to share,” she teased back. She sat comfortably in the silence for a moment, chewing her food. Before she could stop herself, her favorite question to ask anyone she knew came popping out of her mouth. "What’s your favorite book, Granger?” The smile on her face gave away just how excited she was for his answer. She believed that answer to that could tell a lot about a person; and it instantly gave her something to gush over with them.
• • • TAG: Granger Dallas Nylander WORDS: 468! OUTFIT: PRETTY LADY! LOCATION: The Diner, New York LYRICS: Holding Out for a Hero by Bonnie Tyler NOTES: <3 <3 <3
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Post by Granger Dallas Nylander on Mar 2, 2020 21:19:11 GMT -5
It had been a long time since Granger had sat down and had a real conversation with someone that didn't have a badge or wasn't being interrogated; because half the time, neither of those were real conversations. If he wasn't on the job, he was sleeping more often than not. It was even starting to become rare that Granger got to see his sisters and mother and that was something he'd promised wouldn't change when he took the job he currently had. He didn't know how to turn that cop part of his brain off, though. He was always just on. And yet, he knew every single employee of this diner. He knew about their families, their home lives, how their children were doing in school. He could have conversations but they always seemed so short, in between serving coffee and taking another order. Maybe it was just because he was one of the good guys and they knew that they could call him up and he would show up for them. This diner was his safe haven but outside of these four walls and his actual blood family, he was terrible at making conversation that didn't have to do with getting some CI to turn. He felt bad and thought that perhaps he should have mentioned he was a terrible person to talk to but it was too late and he didn't want to make Loretta feel bad or like she was intruding because she wasn't.
Granger was completely dumbfounded by Loretta's question. He rarely read for fun and when he did read, it was usually the manual to some new toy at work. In fact, it had been so long since he'd read for fun, he couldn't even recall what the book had been or when it was he'd picked it up. High school, perhaps. But then, that wouldn't have been for fun, it would have been for an assignment and he didn't think that counted towards a proper answer for her question. "I couldn't even tell you the last thing I read that didn't have to do with my job." He admitted as he scrubbed at the back of his head with his free hand. He didn't get a ton of free time so whenever he did, he usually spent it with his mother and sisters, doing whatever needed to be done or just sleeping. His laundry usually piled up to the point that his mother or sister would just let themselves into his apartment and do it for him. He had a cleaning service come in once a week to just tidy up and make sure things were still there because he was so rarely home. It probably drove his mother crazy to think he was constantly at work but after his father died, he'd relied heavily on work to get through it and he hadn't yet taken that step back that he needed to. It was there, in the back of his mind, that it was time to take a step back. He'd been a vice cop for about a year and it was draining him; more so than he thought it would.
It wasn't what he wanted to do anymore, hadn't really been what he'd wanted in the first place but it had been the exciting thrill that he'd needed at the time. A little of that had been self-sabotage, he knew. If he was out there, nearly getting himself killed on a regular basis, then he wasn't thinking about the giant father-sized hole left in his heart. But he was slowly coming to terms with that as well, so it was time he started to look into other areas of the force. He was still an incredible shot, never missed and S.W.A.T had been trying to recruit him for a while now so perhaps it was time to go in and talk to his Captain, see what he had to say. Granger knew the man saw the fight was leaving him. He was twenty-eight and already acted like he was beyond retiring age. He needed to go somewhere he wouldn't fear his family's safety every time he agreed to an undercover sting. It was time. "What about you. What's your favourite book?" He asked because continuing the conversation was something he actually wanted to do, despite how he was acting.
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