Denny Crane. - ONE. Relax.

What is your favorite thing to do to relax?


He's found the company of women to be extremely relaxing; it's an addiction of sorts that's gotten into trouble on numerous occasions, but at this stage in his life, he doesn't mind a bit of trouble. He admitted to Alan once that being in the company of attractive women is arousing enough to help him think; he failed to be vulnerable enough to admit that the presense of a female tended to soothe his otherwise weary mind enough to provide clarity to his muddled thoughts.


"Tara, you're here late. Working on something important?" Denny asks.

She smiles, thinking she's masked her pain so easily, "Just not ready to go home. How's Alan?"


With a shrug, he lets her voice lull him into that state of relaxation. He doesn't need to think about whether or not this is a right time to be in her company, nor does he need to debate in his troubled mind if he needs to remember the conversation to repeat to Alan on the balcony the following night. Well, for this circumstance, it would probably be one of the rare mid-morning scotch breaks on the balcony, but her accent makes him forget about that for the time being.


"He caught a lot of fish. That bastard," he comments.

"Yes, that bastard," she murmurs.


He doesn't like to muddle in other people's affairs since his own are troublesome enough. However, he can't help but idly reflect on the fact that Alan seems almost lost without a certain leggy brunette. If he could mend it, he would - or, for the moment, he would try.


"I understand why you broke up with him; he's a bastard. But, he does love you," he states simply.

"I know. But... it's time for me to move on," she replies.


Idly, he wishes Shirley had an accent; he enjoys hearing Tara speak, though he'd never admit that to Alan. He wonders about his friend, waking up without her. He glances at the woman before him and sighs; she doesn't want to go home and even attempt to go to sleep without him there. It's a sad state of affairs.


"Then, move on, but don't burn your bridges. You'll have a place here, whether he admits it or not," he says.

She smiles, "Thank you, Denny."


He doesn't know if he helped at all, but that's the fog he's been living in for quite some time - never knowing if he does the right thing, never quite remembering it all later. He bids her goodnight and leaves feeling oddly relaxed, despite the fact that the conversation was with his dear friend's ex-girlfriend. For a moment, he wonders if Tara knows he and Alan slept together, but he quickly dismisses it. He doesn't want to think of that.


ooc: okay, so the journal hasn't been officially approved yet, but the topic of the week inspired me to write. go figure. lol. i'll post it to TM as soon as the mod has a chance to get back to me. i hope her ankle is okay. =)