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First Meeting Meme

"We are meeting now for the first time."

Today you'll be meeting someone new! Hey, a chance to find a new friend is always good, right? Then again, you know what they say about strangers... Regardless, post with your character's name and canon, and others will comment pick from below or roll the RNG to figure out how this meeting has come about.

1. A Set-Up: Whether this is a blind date or a mutual friend decided you two needed to meet, this wasn't your choice. But will it turn out okay?

2. Mixer: You're at a party of some sort. Perhaps you two are having fun together, or perhaps you're the only two who aren't enjoying yourselves. But something's bringing you two, of all the people at this place, together.

3. Excuse Me!: You have quite literally bumped into the other person. Oops!

4. Partners: Whether it's for school, your job, or something else, you two are now working together on something.

5. YOU are the Chosen One... And so are YOU!: You two have been chosen -- in any sense -- for something big. Even if you don't know what yet.

6. Wildcard: Pick from the above or make up your own.

Taken from this meme from memebells.

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The Rachel of a few years ago would have started with him but she thought they should at least go through some clothes first. "Well, we should probably start with the clothes in my bedroom." she smirked, not exactly wanting to leave his arms. "You'll probably find some that still has the tags on them."

"Lead the way then Sexy." He winked and followed her to her bedroom to help her out with the clothes.

When she got to her closet, she stopped and turned to face him. "Just so you know, I don't have one of the neatest closets so you can just start pulling clothes out and I can keep what I want." Turning back around, she opened the bi-fold doors to reveal a closet overstuffed with her clothes.

"Okay fair enough. I'll help and you keep anything you want." He smiled and began taking things out of the closet.

She helped him pull things from her closet and they stacked them on the bed, Rachel thinking they'd take out as much as they could before she went through them so she'd have somewhere to put back what she wanted. The next thing she pulled out was a bikini that still had the tags and she held it up. "I never even got to wear this. It was six months after Emma was born and I was supposed to go to Cabo for a week." she sighed, tossing it with the rest of the clothes and a couple more bikinis.

"I think you should keep that." He smiled setting it aside.

"You're pretty optimistic." she grinned, letting him take it. "Do you think it'll still fit?"

[ooc: I swear I don't think I get all my notifs. >:| ]

"Oh I definitely think it will." He was checking her out again.

She smirked up at him and knew he was checking her out. "Maybe I'll try it on for you later and we'll see." Of course it would fit, she was the same size she always was. "What about these? Stay or go?" She pulled out a couple of short dresses, both of which still had the tags. They'd been for her trip, too."

"I'd be lucky if you did that." He smiled and boldly stole a kiss.

She welcomed the kiss and let it linger as long as she could. "Only if you tell me exactly how I look in it, even if it is bad." She looked up at him, hands on her hips. "I'm serious. No lying."

"I promise." He found he really enjoyed kissing her, and knew if he kept it up they wouldn't get anywhere on the clothes.

"Okay, then I'll try it on later." she smiled before looking around at the huge pile of clothes on her bed then back up at him. He definitely looked more appealing. "What time do you have to pick up your son?" she asked, looking through the clothes on the bed.

He checked his watch and smiled. "I'm free for a couple more hours."

"Okay, me too." she smiled, tossing clothes she didn't want into a pile. "You can just hold stuff up and I'll tell you if I want them or not." She was looking over the clothes as he held them up and some of her work clothes were expensive, sort of. "I work at Ralph Lauren so I get this stuff cheap. There's no way I could afford the retail prices."

"Really? That's cool." He smiled holding some stuff up letting her pick and choose.

"If you ever need anything, just let me know. I can get you great prices." she smiled, picking through the clothes he was showing her. Of course, she had no idea he was a cop and wore suits to work. After a while, she looked in her closet and noticed they'd went through everything so she started putting things back she was going to keep. "I have more clothes for another day if you're interested."

"I do need a new suit for work." He smiled helping her pack up the stuff she was getting rid of. "Anytime."

She stopped what she was doing and looked up at him, puzzled as to why he'd need a suit at the youth center. "For work? Are you like some type of spokesperson for the center, too?"

"I just volunteer there on my days off, or when I can." He smiled at her and leaned against the wall.

She glanced over at him and continued putting the last few things she had away, shutting her closet doors when she was finished and walking over to him. "What kind of a job do you have?"

"I'm a detective with Homicide." He smiled gently watching her.

About a dozen different things went through her mind, most of which she couldn't say out loud but she did look up at him with a mischievous smile. "So you have handcuffs." she teased.

He smirked and winked drawing her close. "Yes I do."

"Never know when they might come in handy." she smirked, pressing her body against his when he pulled her close and like she'd done earlier, she pulled him down to her and kissed his lips.

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