It's late afternoon in the city of Bayfield. The flowershop isn't terribly busy. It's actually kind of slow at the moment. The manager is taking inventory. He's wearing a pair of pressed black slacks and a pressed tan button up shirt. It's long sleeved. He's wearing a long sleeved shirt to cover up the scars and crap on his arms.

For those that know Erik and such, the way he's taken to dressing lately might make them think that he's gone weird or something. But that's not the case. He started dressing this way when Jayme hired him.

He's got a clipboard in one hand and a pencil in the other. The man seems to be pretty into going over the things on the list and comparing it to what they've got in the shop. Every so often, he sends a smile and brief nod to customers as they come and go. Who'd have thought that Erik, he who can't seem to do much of anything right, would be doing such a good job with his job? He sure wouldn't have.

Wally comes into the flower shop with a crooked grin showing fake gold teeth. A pair of very baggy Tommy jeans hang low on his hips where they've been belted. He wears a two sized two large Tampa Bay Bucaneers Jersey and a ballcap for the same team worn at a ridiculous angle. Several large gold rope chains hang around his neck. The chains have three large gold charms, one a large "W", the second a large gold cross, and the last a big peace sign. He also has on many gold rings and a Rollex, funny contrast to his red converse sneakers.

"What up G, I need some flowers, and a little fuzzy animal." He says.

The girls behind the counter are watching the guy as he comes in. One of the girls nods and reaches for the order form. Erik hears the guy and actually recognizes the voice. That's the voice that answered Jordan's phone that one night he called while still in Royal Pines. He stops what he's doing and turns to join the girls behind the counter.

"I've got this one," he tells the girls. They both nod and go back to what they were doing. "What kind of flowers would you like? Same question for the stuffed animal." He's being polite and professional. "And are they for anyone in particular?" Meaning, do you want a card of some sort with the flowers.

"Yo, it can't be roses or nothing, it's just a friend dog. She's just been sorta down. You got any stuffed dogs, she digs Saint Bernards g." the guy says. He doesn't recognize Erik's voice. Wally must talk to hundreds of people though, promoters, agents, producers and on down the list.

"Okay," he says and writes on the order form. "You want to look around at what we've got and choose the flowers? Yes. We've got stuffed dogs." He turns to one of the girls. "Go in the back and see if we've got any Saint Bernard stuffed dogs, please."

Wally nods his thanks at the girl. She comes back after a minute and sets down a stuffed St. Bernard. "Phat." Wally says. He walks over and picks out a flower assortment it takes him a few minutes. He brings it to the counter. "Kay, these yo." he says.

He nods his thanks to the girl as she sets down the stuffed dog. "Alright," he says to the guy as he brings over an assortment of flowers. He hands them to the girl still standing there. "Want to wrap these, please?" he asks her. Returning his attention to the guy, he starts writing on the order form again. "I need your name for the order form," he says and waits for the guy to answer.

"Wally Burnside." he says in a surpriinsly normal way after all his hoodspeak.

Erik starts to write as the guy speaks but stops and looks up. "So you're Wally," he states bluntly. His face turns a light red as he realizes he'd been so blunt. That'll probably raise questions. Silly Erik.

"Dog, whatchoo mean by that?" the other man asks warily.

His face turns a little darker.

"Nothing," he says. "Just... Now I know who Ker was talking about is all." Sorta. He's got a face to go with the name is all. Really.

"Dog, I'm gunna tell you the same thing I tell Kerry, Jordan's a big girl." Wally says clearly irritated. Ker is the reason Wally is bald at the moment. Of coarse Erik can't know that with the hat Wally has on.

"Dude," he says. "Chill. It's alright. I told Ker that it's obviously consensual cause surely you're not raping Jordan."

"That girl is cruel yo, especially to poor Jordan." Wally says. why do you think he's here for flowers Erik, who do you really think could upset your shrink that much?

Erik frowns. "She's my friend," he states. He doesn't want to hear anyone talking bad at all about her. Not even if she can be cruel at time.

"Great, you put Nair in people's shampoo and change the locks while they aren't home too?" Wally asks.

"No. I don't. But she's still my friend," he says. "She's just trying to look out for Jordan's well being."

Pause.

"She does go overboard sometimes though from my understanding..."

"Yes." Wally says scowling. "What do I owe?" he asks. He's speaking purely irritable white boy now.

Erik shakes his head. "Take it," he says. "It's on me." He pauses for a moment. "I'm assuming it's for Jordan?" He's really not meant to irritate the guy.

"Yeah, I'm going outta town, don't want her to go home to just Kerry's bad attitude. I was gonna drop this off before I went to get my plane." He said.

"Alright," he says. "Yeah. It's on me. You don't owe anything." He glances over as the girl he'd asked to wrap the flowers brought them back over. "You want a card or anything with it?" he asks as he takes the flowers from the girl.

"She'll know who it's from....." he said awkwardly. He isn't going to admit he already wrote her a letter to leave with it.

"Okay," he says and hands over the wrapped flowers along with the stuffed dog. He signs his name on the order form and tears off the pink copy. That gets handed over to Wally as well. There's no price written on it at all. His name is signed across the bottom. Erik Sokoll

"Thanks G." Wally says picking up his purchases.

"No problem," he says. "Any time. By the way," he says. "I'm Erik. I'm the guy who called and woke up Jordan one night several weeks ago."

"Think I remember. You Jordan's friend too then?" It would seem to be a conflict of interest to Wally.

"More like she's my shrink," he answers. "Not sure if patients are supposed to think of their doctors as friends."

Wally nodded. "She don't talk about that stuff." He said. Which should be a no brainer seh isn't supposed to.

Of course. That would be the doctor/patient confidentiality thing. "I know," he says. "Well... I won't keep you if there's nothing else I can help you with."

"Nah dog, I gotta drop this off and go get my plane ready to go." Wally says.

"Your plane?" he asks curiously.

"Yo, P-Dawg, my Piper Cub. You down with planes?" Wally asked. He's taken Jordan flying a few times.

Planes means flying. Flying means being up high. "Uh... Looking at them only," he says with a slight nod. "But not actually going up into the air in them." He who has tried to jump to his death is a little afraid of heights. Go figure.

Go figure the last person he told about his plane was afarid of heights and enclosed spaces. Wally hasn't run into that Nienna girl since.

"Well, It's safer than driving f'real." he said with a shrug.

"I don't drive either," he says with a chuckle. "I usually walk everywhere I go. Although, there are a few who I've ridden with them in their vehicles while they're driving." He doesn't mention Ker's driving.

Wally's driving is comparable to Ker's actually, Jordan always drives if she goes anywhere with him. "Well I guess if it works. I like to fly." He says.

He nods. "Yep. It works for me." Walking or getting rides from others that is. "Have a safe trip."

"Yo." Wally says and then he goes. He muddles over the complexities of Kerry being freinds with one of Jordan's patients and then let's it go.

Erik goes back to working on inventory.

(Ish dead :))