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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 18, 2009 21:49:46 GMT -8
Travis! Don't ignore me when I'm talking to you!
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Power-tripping parents must always be heard.. Tch."
What?! What the hell has gotten into you, boy?
"Ahh, Don't start with that shit. You're always nagging me. 'Better do this, boy! Better do that, boy!' Same shit, different day.."
Get the fuck out of my house, you little bastard! You're lucky your mother would shit a brick if I hit your ass!
"Eat a dick.."
Travis would sigh, as he heard his father's fist crashing against his door. He really wasn't in the mood to deal with him at this time. While he felt bad for what he had said, he wouldn't take it back. He had too much pride to apologize to that man. In truth, he had changed a lot. He use to be a lot nicer to everyone, but certain events had changed him a lot. He still hadn't heard from his uncle since that hospital incident, and that definitely wasn't a good sign. Travis was genuinely worried that his uncle was dead, or something of that sort. Apart from that, things at school seemed to be heating up. And he felt so pent up, even though he had regularly took stress off by beating people up. It didn't seem to be enough.
His hands worked quickly, as he stuffed all the cloths he could fit into a duffel bag of his. At least he currently had the only key to his motorcycle. Travis had to get out of here before he did something he regretted. He wasn't really sure where he'd go just yet. He had some cash, so he knew that he'd be able to afford a room for a while if he needed to. His mind was so clouded at the moment. Travis wanted to just push it all aside and away. But it kept drop kicking him in the head when he tried. Once his bag was full, he'd glance around his room to check and see if there was anything else he wanted to take with him. Nothing came to mind, so he'd walk to his window and open it. That duffel bag would be dropped from the second floor, and Travis would climb out. He'd hang from the window and drop down, landing in a crouch.
Scooping up that bag, he'd casually make his way around to the front of the house. Throwing his leg over his motorcycle, he'd clip his bag in place behind him, and insert the key. With a turn, and a swift kick from his foot the bike's engine would roar out and he'd quickly pull off and start driving down the road, looking back only once to see his father running out of the front door. This was probably the first time he had never cracked that grin he was so use to bring up on his face. Instead it was a frown. But he'd push any of those feelings away and his driving would continue. Then an idea struck out in his mind. The first chance he got, he'd pull out that cellphone of his and speed-dial Sara's phone number. Once she answered, he'd begin to speak.
"Hey.. It's Travis. Can I come over?"
Sara was a smart girl, she'd probably be able to sense the hint of sadness in his voice. Even though he was trying to hide it, he seemed to be failing. In truth, he was having a hard time controlling his feelings. Why? Because he didn't know why he was so foul toward his parents. They had never really done anything to deserve it. Travis knew he had done something stupid by leaving. But it was probably best to leave the house for awhile and let things cool down. He didn't want to end up hurting his father over something so stupid.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 18, 2009 23:00:20 GMT -8
Sara wandered from room to room in her house. She was going insane. This place was to damn empty. She wandered into the kitchen and opened the fridge for the umpteenth time. It was stocked well with food, but she couldn't find anything she wanted. She grabbed a can of coke and went to the living room, flicking on the T.V. They had satellite, like a million channels. And there was nothing she wanted to watch. She wandered to her room. It was spacious and large. She turned on her radio, but she didn't like that song. Or more, she didn't want to listen to it. She thought about Travis, wondering what he was doing... Where he was... What he was thinking... Obsessive much?
This is what boredom did to people. She was going to go insane. She wandered back to the living room, opening the window. She turned around, staring around the apartment. It was a nice one. Well furnished, clean. Her uncle made amazing money. It helped keep this place like it was. It paid for a cleaner, the furnishings, the food, for her. She didn't like to brag that she never had to worry about not having enough. It wasn't something she wanted spread around. She didn't like the difference it made when people knew. She preferred to make her own way. She wondered though, what Travis would think when he found out. Would he resent her like so many others? Or would he realize she wasn't some spoiled rich kid? She sighed. He had never been to her house. As far as she knew, he didn't know where she lived. Maybe it was time to have him over...
Her cell rang. She jogged to her room where she had left it, checking the number. Well... Speak of the devil.
She flipped open the phone.
"Hey.. It's Travis. Can I come over?"
There was something in his voice. Something was wrong. Very wrong. "Of course hun, do you know where I live?" She gave him the address again, just in case, and then hung up. Well... Problem solved then wasn't it?
She looked around her room, wondering what he was going to think.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 18, 2009 23:16:32 GMT -8
Of course hun, do you know where I live?
Travis would answer with a no, which he assumed she probably already knew because she started to give him the address. After that, he'd say goodbye and hang up his phone, slipping it back into his pocket before he pulled away once the light he was at turned green. He wasn't too far from her place now, thankfully. He didn't want to stay driving to long. He wanted to get to her place, and relax the best he could. It would be nice to hang out for a little bit, and get the events of what just took place out of his mind before it built up into something he couldn't control.
About 10 minutes would pass before the roar of his motorcycle engine would cut off and he'd pull his leg over and stand there for a moment. He'd glance around, realizing that there didn't seem to be anyone outside. Travis decided he'd leave his things on his bike for the time being, and he'd turn and begin to walk toward the apartment with her number on it. His right hand would lift and he'd rap his knuckles against the door a few times and then wait for her to answer it, his left hand pressing against the door frame.
"Hey Babe.."
His words would slip from his lips almost immediately, and he'd lean in to give her a small kiss before he'd follow her inside the house. While those icy blue eyes would glance around as he entered, he didn't really care about the look of her apartment at this time. He'd follow his girlfriend until they reached the living room. Taking it upon himself to sit, he'd plop himself down upon her couch, and then lean backwards and rest against it for a moment, that back of his neck resting on the top part of the couch as he stared up toward the roof. Travis didn't know what to say. He didn't want to admit that something was wrong, even though he knew she could probably tell.
"So, how has your day been?"
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 19, 2009 0:21:52 GMT -8
This time Sara didn't wander. She flitted. She went from room to room moving things around, tidying up, messing things up, trying to make the house look lived in. This only took her 5 minutes... She sighed, looking around for something else to do until he got there. She had no idea now. She was so nervous. A complete bundle of nerves as she stood in the middle of the overly clean living room.
She dropped on the couch to twiddle her thumbs till he showed up. She flicked through tv channels, fidgeting. She was really worried about what he was going to think. More then that though... she was worried about what was wrong. There had to be something wrong for him to call her up like that out of the blue and ask to come over. That wasn't like him. Whatever it was though, she would be there for him. She wondered if it had something to do with the rumors she had been hearing. A knock on her door interrupted her thoughts. She practically flew across the room, opening the door.
"Hey Babe.."
She looked up at him, a smile on her face. It was like the whole world was right again and she would never be bored again. He leaned down, giving her a small kiss and walked inside. She closed the door behind them and walked ahead, leading him past the kitchen to the living room. She realized she was holding her breath, and she let it out in a big sigh. She turned back, waiting to see what he did. He made himself right at home, and that made her happy. She watched him plop down on the couch leaning back.
Something was really wrong, she could tell. She didn't want to push it though, he would tell her when he was ready. Well... push it much. She was still a girl and his girlfriend at that.
"So, how has your day been?"
"Boring... I'm really glad you're here. I was going a little crazy until you called." She gave a small laugh and sat on the couch next to him, but on the other side, giving him some space. "Is everything alright Travis?"
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 19, 2009 2:25:37 GMT -8
Boring... I'm really glad you're here. I was going a little crazy until you called. Is everything alright Travis?
It sucked that Sara had a boring day. Travis' day wasn't all that bad until he had gotten home and the fight started with his parents. He wished she hadn't brought that question up so soon. He had hoped that maybe they'd be able to hang out for a little bit, and then he'd get to tell her later when he left. But he couldn't just blow her question off like she never asked it. That would be horrible of him. So he gathered his thoughts, what he wanted to say and then took a deep breath and began to speak to her.
"Well.. Yeah.. Don't worry though, it doesn't have anything to do with you.."
Travis wanted to make sure she knew that right off the bat. He thought that maybe she would be a little nervous or something, and think that he was coming by to dump her. That definitely wasn't the case. He wouldn't get rid of her now, especially when he really liked her a lot. She was compatible with him. And that was a hard thing to accomplish. After all, he wasn't always the easiest guy to have a conversation with.
"I.. Kinda, sorta got kicked out of my house today.. I figured I'd come hang out with you for a little bit before I went to find a hotel room."
There was a reason he wanted to wait till later to tell her. Travis felt like this was just going to end up ruining their night together. He already regretted saying it. He wished he had just kept his stupid mouth closed. But there was no way to take it back now. He'd quickly speak out again, his tone a little more assertive this time.
"Can we just leave it at that, please?"
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 19, 2009 7:35:10 GMT -8
Sara watched him closely. He seemed to be really uncomfortable with the question. She immediately felt bad for having asked so soon. She should have waited. He also seemed nervous. She sighed, looking away from him, dropping her gaze to her hands in her lap. She really hoped everything was ok. She would hate to hear that something was wrong, that something terrible had happened.
"Well.. Yeah.. Don't worry though, it doesn't have anything to do with you.."
Well that was good. She breathed a sigh of relief. She had been a little worried that he had wanted to break up or something. That would have sucked a lot. But she had also doubted that was the issue. If it had been, he wouldn't have sounded so sad on the phone. Whatever was wrong had nothing to do with her. It was something else, and she just needed to try to be there for him.
"I.. Kinda, sorta got kicked out of my house today.. I figured I'd come hang out with you for a little bit before I went to find a hotel room...Can we just leave it at that, please?"
She looked up at him, concern and shock on her face. She also felt a little twinge of anger. She was only asking because she was concerned. She wanted to question him further on this, but decided against it. Like she had figured earlier, he would talk about it when he was ready. She just needed to be there for him until then.
She scooted over closer to him on the couch, taking his hand, and squeezing it. She smiled at him, leaning around him to look him in the face, wanting him to see her smile.
"That's fine, I understand. Whenever you're ready though..." She really wanted him to know that she wasn't going to push him on this and that she wasn't offended by the face that he didn't want to talk just yet. "You're more then welcome here, anytime. I'm... glad you came here though..." She blushed, straightening in her seat and letting go of his hand. "So! You hungry? We have lots of food."
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 19, 2009 12:10:03 GMT -8
That's fine, I understand. Whenever you're ready though...
Travis would give her a small nod and a smile, allowing her to take his hand and try to comfort him a little bit. He was glad she had invited him over, else he probably would have been a little reckless tonight. He didn't have many friends at this moment, though it was probably due to his personality. He had changed a lot since he originally came here. A lot of things had happened to him, and he was sure that the bad stuff wasn't going to just stop. He was actually kind of worried for Sara's safety. Those Japanese assholes were probably still looking for him.
You're more then welcome here, anytime. I'm... glad you came here though...
"Thank you, Sara.."
Travis' smile would widen slightly. He was definitely happy to hear that. Though he probably wouldn't look to come around too often. He didn't want to come off as too clingy or something like that. He'd probably spend a few more hours here and then start the look out for some place to stay. He didn't want to overextend his welcome, and have her grow sick of him. That wouldn't do him any good in the end. He'd watch her blush and them pull away from him, and he couldn't help but think of how cute she could be at times. She'd change the subject, and it was a welcome change too, just as his stomach growled.
So! You hungry? We have lots of food.
"Yeah, actually I am.. What do you have?"
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 20, 2009 6:49:21 GMT -8
"Yeah, actually I am.. What do you have?"
Sara stopped, thinking about it for a second. The truth was, they had everything from junk food, to expensive "rich" crap, like caviar and shit. She shivered, she didn't like that stuff. "Well, we have chips, some other junk, I could make you a sandwich?"
Sara pushed herself off the couch before he could answer, walking towards the kitchen listing off some more items that she had. Just as she reached the entry to the kitchen, the phone rang. She swung around the corner of the kitchen looking at the number. Boy oh boy, this would be interesting. "Give me a sec, Travis, okay?" She clicked answer, putting the phone to her ear as she swung open the fridge door.
"Hello?"
"Hey Sara! How are you?! Jeez, sorry I haven't called, I would have called sooner, but I've just been swamped with work here."
"That's fine." Her voice was clipped. It was her uncle, Tony. He was rarely ever home, going away for business for months at a time. Her coming to stay in his home worked out nicely for everyone, but Sara was finding it was a lot harder then she had originally planned. Her parents, and her uncle, her mothers brother, had decided that maybe she should come stay in his home. She would be able to watch the place when he went away and go to that "Oh, so, great school, where she could learn to behave". She was really lonely sometimes.
"So listen honey... I won't be coming home tomorrow like I was supposed to... I'm going to have to stay here another week or so, then I'm going to be able to come home."
She wanted to freak out at him. If Travis wasn't here, she probably would have, just like she did every other time. She turned from the fridge looking over at him on the couch. Her uncle did this all the time, telling her that he was going to come home, and she would get excited, get the stuff to cook him a nice dinner to welcome him home, and then he would go and pull another one of these. She estimated it would be another 2 and half weeks until he came back. She looked back in the fridge, looking at the lasagna she had cooked him for tomorrow. She wondered if Travis like lasagna. Oh well, he would stay for dinner and eat it if she had to shove it down his throat.
"That's fine Tony, don't worry about it." Her voice was sad. Another two weeks of being in this lonely, shitty, apartment. She hung up on him, hoping he felt like crap. Well screw him then. She pulled the lasagna out of the fridge and threw it in the oven, turning the dial. Then she turned back to the fridge pulling out a sandwich she had made earlier to eat tonight for dinner, and grabbed a small bag of chips. She hoped he wasn't picky, it was just chicken breast and mayo.
She brought the sandwich out to him, putting it down in front of him with the chips and plopped down in the comfy recliner, pulling her legs up under her. "So, you like lasagna? I'm cooking it for dinner, and you're going to stay right?" Her voice had lost the enthusiasm it had had earlier. Talking to her uncle had upset her. She wondered what Travis would think if he knew she pretty much lived alone. Then an idea crossed her mind. He could stay here instead of finding a hotel... But that wasn't something she would bring up with him just yet...
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 20, 2009 10:13:35 GMT -8
Well, we have chips, some other junk, I could make you a sandwich?
Travis would give his girlfriend a small smile and a nod, he wasn't too picky. He'd eat just about anything that was thrown in front of him if he was hungry enough. And he'd let those icy blue orbs follow her figure out into the kitchen. And then the phone would let off it's ring. She would ask for a few seconds, and Travis would obviously allow it to her. It wasn't like he was going to get mad at her for answering her own phone. He wasn't that kind of boyfriend. He'd turn his attention back to the apartment, so that he didn't try and pry into her conversation. He noted that it looked really clean. Oddly so, but that wasn't a bad thing. At least the place wasn't trashed or disgusting or anything like that.
Soon enough Sara would hang the phone up, and Travis would look over at her to watch her once again. She seemed a little upset because of whatever had just gone on during the phone call. He was curious, but he didn't have plans to ask about it just yet. He'd watch her as she took something out of the fridge and them walked out of his site, before going back to the fridge and removing some other stuff. This time she came back to him, and it was with some chips and a sandwich in hand. His stomach growled at the sight of it. He hadn't gotten dinner at his house before the incident, so he was actually hungry.
"Thanks baby, I appreciate it.."
So, you like lasagna? I'm cooking it for dinner, and you're going to stay right?
Travis would take a bite into the sandwich really quickly as she spoke, and he'd savior the taste for the moment. It wasn't anything fancy or expensive, and that was definitely alright with him. Hell, he was surprised she offered to make him food. He was use to providing for himself when he was at home. He and his parents rarely ever ate dinner together, and his mom sucked a cooking. Travis could definitely get use to this, that was for sure. And when he knew it was lasagna that she was cooking off, Travis would NEVER turn it down. Lasagna was one of his favorite foods, ever.
"I'll stay if you want me to. I haven't eaten lasagna in a while.."
This male would wolf down the rest of the sandwich, and eat a few chips before he pushed himself up into a standing position, and walked toward the recliner his girlfriend was currently occupying. His thumb would brush against his lips quickly to make sure there wasn't anything on them, and then he'd place both hands upon the arm rests at both sides of her. Travis would lean forward and kiss Sara on the lips again, just another small thank you for being as nice as she was to him.
"I missed you all day."
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 20, 2009 10:38:42 GMT -8
"I'll stay if you want me to. I haven't eaten lasagna in a while.."
Sara looked up at him, smiling. "Of course I want you to stay. Don't think your getting out of my lasagna that easy. It'll be another hour, I already cooked it, I just need to warm it through." She gave him a wink and a laugh as he wolfed down the rest of the sandwich. She had spent all this morning making that damn lasagna, and if he left, she would be eating lasagna for the next year. She sighed, watching him. He seemed happy with the sandwich. That was good. And she was happy. Now for dinner, instead of a crappy little sandwich and a night alone, she was going to have home-made lasagna with her boyfriend.
Sara's eyes watched him as he finished the sandwich and stood up, walking over to her. She looked up at him as he stood in front of her, smiling at him. She liked having him here. This was nice. He leaned down, supporting himself with the arm rests. She looked into his blue eyes, blushing as he leaned forward, giving her a kiss.
"I missed you all day."
Sara smiled, her blush deepening. She pushed herself onto her knees on the recliner, getting into a better position. She moved one hand to the back of his neck, and kissed him again, a little deeper then the kiss he had given her, and a little longer. She pulled away, her hand still on his neck. "I missed you to Travis." She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing herself higher to give him a tight hug.
"You're always welcome here, anytime, any day. Don't ever be worried about being allowed here, my place is open to you." She pulled back, a sad smile on her face as she looked at him. "It's not like there's anyone else here, and I get lonely. So don't be scared to come here." Well.. that was dramatic. She wanted to lighten the mood. "Her smile brightened, her eyes twinkling. "I pretty much live alone you know..."
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 20, 2009 11:20:14 GMT -8
She fixed her position and the kissed him back. He allowed her to of course, he wasn't going to turn her away. Especially when she was pretty good at kissing, herself. He was happy with her so far. There hadn't been too many problems so far, and that was definitely a good thing. He felt oddly comfortable around her, which wasn't normally the case with people. Lately Travis had avoided most people he saw, unless he planned to make contact with his fists. He had to admit, that he was enjoying this social aspect in life, way more then he had originally expected.
I missed you to Travis.
Travis would smile after she kissed him, and released those words from her lips. It was nice to know that she felt the same way he did. He had wanted to call her earlier in the day, but he didn't want to seem too clingy. And then on top of that his father had started all that crap, which only took off to new levels and ended up getting him kicked out. He'd pull away after she hugged him, and straighten up. Glancing around her apartment once again before she started speaking again.
You're always welcome here, anytime, any day. Don't ever be worried about being allowed here, my place is open to you. It's not like there's anyone else here, and I get lonely. So don't be scared to come here. I pretty much live alone you know...
Travis had caught a slight hint of sadness before she had brightened up near the end of her speech. He wondered why she was so unhappy about living here alone, and why she was alone in the first place. He wasn't sure if it was a sensitive situation or not. So he rolled it over and over in his mind before he finally asked the question.
"Do you live with anyone else? Will they mind if I'm here?"
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 20, 2009 12:31:59 GMT -8
"Do you live with anyone else? Will they mind if I'm here?"
Sara let out a sarcastic laugh. "I live with my uncle, but I swear, you'd never know it. He works and goes away on business like 360 days out of the year. This is his place, I live in it... And no, he won't mind, i swear to god, that man could walk in right now and not even notice either of us." She wanted to tell him more, tell him about the problems with her parents before she moved here, tell him how lonely she is, in the stupid apartment all alone... but didn't want to seem to depressing to him. Or clingy. Depressing girls were clingy... She didn't want to be clingy.
She didn't want to be anything out of the ordinary when it came to him, which is why the money thing bothered her so much. She loved what they had going on, and didn't want to do anything to jeopardize what they had. Their relationship was going so much better then she ever could have thought, and it was so interesting. She had never had a relationship quite like this one. She had stopped counting how long they had been seeing each other, in an attempt to drop another clingy action, but since they had started seeing each other, she had been really happy. The only problem had been that she was walking on egg shells, trying to avoid letting him a hint of sadness or... anything, that would make him want to back off. But this was one step into putting an end to that. Maybe this evening, he would tell her what had happened, open up a little to her, and she could do the same, and they could both feel that much better. She kinda had a feeling he felt the same way.
She got up, smiling at him as she walked past going to get herself a drink. She needed to just step away from him for a second and collect her thoughts. She was getting herself a little worked up, worrying about whether or not she would seem clingy to him. The best way to disprove clingyness? Take a walk. She called to him as she passed him to get to the kitchen. "Travis, you want a drink or something?"
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 20, 2009 21:33:06 GMT -8
I live with my uncle, but I swear, you'd never know it. He works and goes away on business like 360 days out of the year. This is his place, I live in it... And no, he won't mind, i swear to god, that man could walk in right now and not even notice either of us.
Travis would nod and listen to her. He sure hoped her uncle wouldn't care about him being here, after all he'd hate to get off on the wrong foot with a family member of her's. He would much rather everything went smooth between the people he might have to be around more then once. After all, he didn't really plan on this relationship being short term. Everything was going so well right now. Which he was grateful for, because he hadn't dated anyone like her in a long time. She helped to keep him happy at this time, which was definitely not something that everyone managed to do.
"Alright.. Just making sure, Babe. I don't want to step on any toes."
He would watch his girlfriend pick herself up and walk back toward the kitchen. Would begin his small trek toward the kitchen as she shouted out and asked him what he wanted to drip. Travis didn't want her to keep serving him like this, he didn't think he served the service she was giving him. He was perfectly fine with getting the thing himself. Travis wasn't a lazy person, and he also didn't like everyone doing everything for him. It was a good gesture though, and he was glad she was willing to be so helpful. He'd return it of course, any time he got the chance.
"That's alright Sara, I can get a drink myself."
Travis would give her a small smile to show that he appreciated the offer. Walking to the fridge, Travis would pull it open and glance inside. He'd grab of can of coke from the shelve and then close it. Turning toward his girlfriend once again, Travis would get an idea. He was thirsty, but not for soda. He hoped she wouldn't mind, if she even had an alcohol in the house.
"Do you happen to have any Rum?"
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 21, 2009 17:22:38 GMT -8
Sara walked to the kitchen, thinking deeply, barely registering that her boyfriend followed her. Her boyfriend. She had never been in such a serious relationship before and wanted everything to go well. She wondered what her mother would think. She probably knew the answer, but it was nice to think her mother would approve. The only member of her family in this state though was her uncle, and he wouldn't care either way. But the fact of the matter was that Travis made her happy. She felt good when she was with him, and she enjoyed spending time with him. She liked being with him. She had, to date, done some things that would have caused most other people to leave and end the relationship immediately, but he stuck around. She liked that. He was good to her, and good for her. And now he was in her house. Maybe she would try being a little clingy... See what he thought about it. She was actually quite possessive, and hated the idea that other girls might be interested in him, feared the idea that he would be interested in other girls. Maybe it would be a good idea to be a little more clingy, let him know that she was serious about him.
"That's alright Sara, I can get a drink myself."
She jumped, realizing he had followed her to the kitchen. She pulled a can of coke from the fridge and leaned back against the counter, smiling at him as he pulled his own coke from the fridge. That was... interesting. That one simple gesture spoke worlds about him. It told her that he was comfortable for one. You don't just get something yourself in someone else's house unless you're feeling comfortable with the person in it. It also showed her that he wasn't the type of person to just cruise through life letting other people do things for him. That was good. And lastly, it showed that he appreciated what she did do for him and that he was polite. Ok, so that was four things, but three is a better number. Normally she would have been offended that he had declined her offer, but because it was him, and there were extenuating circumstances, she was willing to overlook it. She watched him as he turned back to her.
"Do you happen to have any Rum?"
She laughed. Her uncle kept this place fully stocked with alcohol. "Ya, of course." She wasn't a big drinker herself, always being the "designated driver" even though she technically didn't drive. She pushed off the counter and went back to the living room. The living room was L shaped, and in the other end of the room, where it branched off, was a fully stocked little bar. You wouldn't have known it was there unless you were physically standing over by the cut off. She walked behind the little bar and pulled out a bottle she thought was rum and held it out to him. Like she said, she didn't know alcohol very well. She wondered though how much he drank, and what he got like when he did. This would be interesting. Didn't he say he had no where to go tonight...?
"If you're going to drink... I don't... want you to leave tonight... I mean... I don't like the idea of you drinking and driving..." She blushed, dropping her gaze. Smooth Sara...
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 22, 2009 15:43:33 GMT -8
Ya, of course.
Travis would wink toward her when she began to move. Sara could have told him where the alcohol was, and he would have gotten it himself. But since she was already on the move, and hadn't pointed it out to him before he would follow her back into the living room. Before he left the kitchen, he'd grab two glasses to hold their mixed drinks in. His mind would wander for a moment, wondering if she'd even drink with him. He didn't know whether or not she even liked alcohol. But Travis was a crafty guy. He could find some way to get her to drink with him, even if it was just a little. Travis would watch her pull the rum from a little mini bar, and he'd nearly lose it when he saw that. Sara's apartment was AWESOME.
If you're going to drink... I don't... want you to leave tonight... I mean... I don't like the idea of you drinking and driving...
Travis would let out a small laugh. He wasn't stupid. He never rode his motorcycle around whenever he drank. It wasn't easy to steer and balance on a motorcycle when you were hammered. But her asking that would give him the best idea. It was a sure-fire way of getting his girlfriend to drink with him. A little mock-evil snicker would escape his lips and then Travis would keep that smirk on his face. His words coming out pretty quickly.
"I'll stay for the night, as long as you drink with me."
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