Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 8:42 pm
OOC: Hey everyone! Guys, I’m so so sorry that I’ve been gone for so long. The past weeks have been hell for me with the illness I’ve been through. But I’m fine now, and back to the game
*Sly*
I smiled warmly at Dani, shaking my head. Did she honestly think that she had to bribe me with something like details about what happened the night my old man was wasted? Yes, it’s bothered me all of this time, and yes, to this day I want to know the truth. She knows this. Dani is the most important person to me. But I never questioned that one day, she’d eventually tell me. I know that she never wanted to talk about the subject, but I never doubted that eventually, she would. It was all a matter of WHEN. She didn’t have to bribe me with that to do what she asked.
Now sex…she didn’t have to bribe me with that either. But I was more than willing to take the offer anytime she was willing to lay it on the table. Or lay me on the table. Whichever comes first.
“You don’t have to say that,” I say softly. “I knew you’d tell me someday. Don’t make it seem like you have to ask me to do something for you to get you to go off with your secrets. I knew you’d tell me one day.” I lean in, my hand sliding behind her to quickly pinch her rear playfully, grinning slyly.
”But I’ll take it. And I’ll take the rest of the deal. Always up for that. You know me.”
Winking suggestively, I turn to Lonnie, sighing as I do. “Come on, kiddo. Let’s get going. Let’s hit that greasy spoon up there….that…what’s the sign say…”Crashdown.” See what we can find there first.” I walk on down the street, not waiting for her. “And try to keep up,” I shout to Lonnie over my shoulder.
*Michael*
I sigh as she goes off to get the drink, sitting down at a booth. But I jump as I hear a glass suddenly shatter. Looking up, I see her bending over, apparently cleaning up the mess with a pretty upset look on her face, some other guy talking with her. Seems pretty upset. Geez…now I’m starting to feel a little guilty. Did I get her that rattled just from saying the wrong thing? Great. Now I have guilt. Perfect.
I start to stand up, move over from my table to check on her, when I realise that the man with her is talking to her. Probably checking on her, making sure she’s alright. Might be better if I just save an apology for when she makes her way over here. If he’s hot under the collar about something or worried about her, another person coming in wouldn’t be smart. It would be stupid, in all honesty.
So instead, I simply sit and wait, watching in curiosity as she goes about fixing the drink. I should be looking to see if any of the others are around. But I haven’t yet. I’ll take care of that as soon as I at least give her an I’m sorry.
Yeah…occasionally, I’m capable of things like that. Occasionally.
*Alex*
Hot day. But then again, when wasn’t it a hot day in this town. Pretty stupid thing to think. I haven’t seen any of the others all day. Tried calling Liz. She answering machine. Tried calling Isabel. Got the same thing. I always get the same thing at her house. I’m used to that. I don’t know what to make of that, but I’m getting used to it. As long as I can at least be there, be around, then I’ll be satisfied with that much. At least for now. Maybe one day, she’ll pick up the phone.
Maybe one day she’ll answer more than just the phone when I talk to her, when I ask her something important.
Making my way down the street, The Crashdown comes into view in the far distance. The gang usually congregates there. More than likely, they’re all there. It’s the usual. And I’m usually late. So it’d make sense. It’s my lot in life; it’s not a lot, but it’s my life. Heh.
The café gets closer, when I see a small group of people just a short distance, just outside of the inn on the far side of the road, gathered near a rather busted up old car. I pay them no mind, really. Just visitors probably. Why on earth anyone would visit New Mexico would be beyond most people, except for the one word that strikes everyone in the United States. ROSWELL. That one words gets all the crazies brought right to our door. You get used to it after the you turn…well…at least three. By that time, you’ve seen every manner of freak and weirdo. Doesn’t phase you anymore.
But there was at least one “weirdo” among them, as I got closer, that wasn’t all that bizarre. Long dark brown hair, tanned skin, and a rather sneaky yet attractive smile.
Well…it could never hurt to say hello…
Making my way over as a man disappeared down the street, motioning for another of the women to follow him, I walk up to the woman, smiling and waving in greeting.
“Hi there,” I say. “New here, I take it? Roswell tends to draw that kind of attention. We’re good for that. I’m Alex. Just thought I’d be a friendly welcome wagon. You looked like you looking around for some interesting sights.”
*Sly*
I smiled warmly at Dani, shaking my head. Did she honestly think that she had to bribe me with something like details about what happened the night my old man was wasted? Yes, it’s bothered me all of this time, and yes, to this day I want to know the truth. She knows this. Dani is the most important person to me. But I never questioned that one day, she’d eventually tell me. I know that she never wanted to talk about the subject, but I never doubted that eventually, she would. It was all a matter of WHEN. She didn’t have to bribe me with that to do what she asked.
Now sex…she didn’t have to bribe me with that either. But I was more than willing to take the offer anytime she was willing to lay it on the table. Or lay me on the table. Whichever comes first.
“You don’t have to say that,” I say softly. “I knew you’d tell me someday. Don’t make it seem like you have to ask me to do something for you to get you to go off with your secrets. I knew you’d tell me one day.” I lean in, my hand sliding behind her to quickly pinch her rear playfully, grinning slyly.
”But I’ll take it. And I’ll take the rest of the deal. Always up for that. You know me.”
Winking suggestively, I turn to Lonnie, sighing as I do. “Come on, kiddo. Let’s get going. Let’s hit that greasy spoon up there….that…what’s the sign say…”Crashdown.” See what we can find there first.” I walk on down the street, not waiting for her. “And try to keep up,” I shout to Lonnie over my shoulder.
*Michael*
I sigh as she goes off to get the drink, sitting down at a booth. But I jump as I hear a glass suddenly shatter. Looking up, I see her bending over, apparently cleaning up the mess with a pretty upset look on her face, some other guy talking with her. Seems pretty upset. Geez…now I’m starting to feel a little guilty. Did I get her that rattled just from saying the wrong thing? Great. Now I have guilt. Perfect.
I start to stand up, move over from my table to check on her, when I realise that the man with her is talking to her. Probably checking on her, making sure she’s alright. Might be better if I just save an apology for when she makes her way over here. If he’s hot under the collar about something or worried about her, another person coming in wouldn’t be smart. It would be stupid, in all honesty.
So instead, I simply sit and wait, watching in curiosity as she goes about fixing the drink. I should be looking to see if any of the others are around. But I haven’t yet. I’ll take care of that as soon as I at least give her an I’m sorry.
Yeah…occasionally, I’m capable of things like that. Occasionally.
*Alex*
Hot day. But then again, when wasn’t it a hot day in this town. Pretty stupid thing to think. I haven’t seen any of the others all day. Tried calling Liz. She answering machine. Tried calling Isabel. Got the same thing. I always get the same thing at her house. I’m used to that. I don’t know what to make of that, but I’m getting used to it. As long as I can at least be there, be around, then I’ll be satisfied with that much. At least for now. Maybe one day, she’ll pick up the phone.
Maybe one day she’ll answer more than just the phone when I talk to her, when I ask her something important.
Making my way down the street, The Crashdown comes into view in the far distance. The gang usually congregates there. More than likely, they’re all there. It’s the usual. And I’m usually late. So it’d make sense. It’s my lot in life; it’s not a lot, but it’s my life. Heh.
The café gets closer, when I see a small group of people just a short distance, just outside of the inn on the far side of the road, gathered near a rather busted up old car. I pay them no mind, really. Just visitors probably. Why on earth anyone would visit New Mexico would be beyond most people, except for the one word that strikes everyone in the United States. ROSWELL. That one words gets all the crazies brought right to our door. You get used to it after the you turn…well…at least three. By that time, you’ve seen every manner of freak and weirdo. Doesn’t phase you anymore.
But there was at least one “weirdo” among them, as I got closer, that wasn’t all that bizarre. Long dark brown hair, tanned skin, and a rather sneaky yet attractive smile.
Well…it could never hurt to say hello…
Making my way over as a man disappeared down the street, motioning for another of the women to follow him, I walk up to the woman, smiling and waving in greeting.
“Hi there,” I say. “New here, I take it? Roswell tends to draw that kind of attention. We’re good for that. I’m Alex. Just thought I’d be a friendly welcome wagon. You looked like you looking around for some interesting sights.”