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Post by hazelashton on Nov 25, 2013 19:40:11 GMT -5
My eyes watch him as he groans, then turns towards me, his eyes scanning over me. My face heats up and I clear my throat, raising my eyebrows at him. I look down so he won't be able to see my smile. After a moment I bring my knees up, hugging them to my chest with my head resting on its side. My head is pretty clear by this point, though the world itself is still spinning and my body would collapse if I tried to walk to far. I found that even more frustrating. Being able to think but not able to carry things out correctly. My eyes brows crease at his words, head tilted in confusing. Definitely not what I'd expected. " Uhh.." I say, mouth hanging open before looking around the hall. Maybe he was talking to myself. Yet it's still just us. " Sure.." I say, getting up slowly, making sure to keep myself stead and walking past him, back into his apartment. Awkward much? |
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Post by mark ruhen on Nov 25, 2013 19:50:40 GMT -5
 licking every drop of POISON off a pocket of keyswhile some daddy's little ANGEL'S getting dirt on her knees
I don't say anything as she mulls my offer over before getting to her feet and walking past me, back into my room. I shut the door behind us and lock it, walking across the room to the counter, kicking the empty beer can into a corner as I do so. I drop the used paper towel into the trashcan, pulling another one off the roll and pressing it to my palm, glad to see that the bleeding had at least slowed.
"Make yourself at home," I say, grabbing another beer from the fridge and cracking it open. I lean against the counter, taking a large gulp as my blue eyes avoid looking at Hazel. This wasn't the most awkward situation I'd ever been thrust into (getting caught fucking in the teacher's lounge was- talk about getting caught with your pants down), so I wouldn't complain.
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Post by hazelashton on Nov 25, 2013 20:00:20 GMT -5
My eyes follow him across the room, into the kitchen, until he settles against the counter. I make my way over to his couch, sitting down and gathering my knees up by my side, then face him. He's avoiding looking at me, but I don't really mind. I cant see why. Plus, it'd happened to me plenty times before for me to start caring now. My mouth quirks up at his words. He'd be scared if he saw me at home. I shrug, then reach down and unbutton my shirt. Once off, I fold it and set it down beside me. At least now my chest didn't feel suffocated. I'd missed breathing freely. " You don't mind, right?" I say, my face burning a bit. I hadn't really thought about how stupid I may look. I brush it off, and my eyes lock back on his finger. " I can wrap that up for you, if you'd like." I saw, nodding at his finger. |
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Post by mark ruhen on Nov 25, 2013 20:08:47 GMT -5
licking every drop of POISON off a pocket of keyswhile some daddy's little ANGEL'S getting dirt on her knees
I continually bring the can back to my lips, it gave me something to do. I glance up as Hazel speaks, and I can't help the smirk that crosses my face. "Do you really think I would?" I reply, winking at her teasingly. I shrug my bare shoulders at her offer, nodding. "Sure, let me get you something first, though," I say, setting my beer down on the counter before starting across the living room and into my bedroom.
I bend down to pick up the shirt I'd been wearing earlier, turning back around. I take the hem in my teeth to turn it right side outwards before handing it to Hazel, perching on the arm of the counter. "Gonna sew me back together?" I snicker, my hand outstretched to her as if she were going to pull a sewing kit out of her ass.
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Post by hazelashton on Nov 25, 2013 20:20:57 GMT -5
My mouth falls open and I continue to gape at him a second longer before simply pressing my lips together, hiding a smirk. There he goes with the winks again. I lift myself from the couch when he heads to his room, and make my way to his bathroom. There's barely anything there -he obviously doesn't care about health- but a bunch of bottles of aspirin. Do you think he drinks often? I snicker lightly to myself before reaching for a box of gauze and an ace bandage, then head back to the couch, right as he returns. Setting the 'medical supplies' down, I quickly bring his shirt over my head, mumbling a thanks, then plop down on his couch for the second time that night. " I would if we were at my dorm" I say simply, but smile a bit for no reason. My eyes look at his hand, before reaching out with my finger, hooking it in one of his belt loops and tugging at it, pulling him toward the couch so I could actually see what I was doing. |
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Post by mark ruhen on Nov 25, 2013 20:31:40 GMT -5
licking every drop of POISON off a pocket of keyswhile some daddy's little ANGEL'S getting dirt on her knees
I watch with a hint of disappointment as she pulls my tank top over her head. It probably smelled of alcohol, cigarettes, and my cologne, but, we were both pretty damn shitfaced, so who gave a fuck? A grin crosses my face as Hazel reaches out to tug me onto the couch beside her, and I 'accidentally' lean against her a little too much, our faces close.
I hold out my hand to her, removing the paper towel so that she could see the cut across my palm. My blue eyes look over at the counter, where the can of beer sat, not finished. I sigh to myself, not wanting to get back up to get it- let me get my hand attended to first. It didn't really worry me too much, but getting something over it was the best thing for it right now, even my alcohol fogged mind knew that.
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Post by hazelashton on Nov 25, 2013 20:41:08 GMT -5
My heart races a bit as he sits next to me, much closer than I had anticipated. I lift my face to look at him, my voice shaking for a moment before I straighten it again, resisting the urge to kiss him. I couldn't of course. How would that look, now that he already called me a tease? My body shivers a bit, but I ignore it and reach for his hand, setting it in my lap. Reaching over to the table, I grab some sort of alcohol wipe - the only kind he'd had - and wipe it softly along the cut, trying to ignore the blood coming out. Eventually I give up getting it completely clean and just grab the gauze, pressing it softly against the cut, then reach for the ace bandage. It takes a few tries to get it right, but eventually I do. " There" I say, looking back at Mark, his hand still in my lap. |
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Post by mark ruhen on Nov 25, 2013 20:48:14 GMT -5
licking every drop of POISON off a pocket of keyswhile some daddy's little ANGEL'S getting dirt on her knees
I almost snicker at the expression on her face at how close I was, I could almost see her blushing. I brush my hair out of my face with my free hand, biting my pierced lower lip as Hazel grabbed an alcohol wipe. "Oww ow ow ow," I whine, my brow creasing as the sting shot through the dark cloud in my mind. How was it that I didn't feel the glass slice my hand open, but I felt that? I didn't even fucking know. I let out a breath that I hadn't noticed I'd been holding as she finally sticks the band aid on, my blue eyes landing on her face. "You want to sleep in here.. or you wanna cuddle?" I ask cheekily, winking at Hazel again as I get to my feet to cross the room and grab my beer. I bring it to my lips and tilt my head back to down the rest of it, crumpling it in my hand and tossing it into the trashcan, the gauze feeling strange on my hand. "This is going to ruin my wanking," I huff, glaring at it.
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Post by hazelashton on Nov 25, 2013 20:58:07 GMT -5
I can't help but giggle at his whining. What a baby. It's just alcohol. It's pretty much what he lived off of anyway. I roll my eyes as he winks, crossing my arms over my chest. He was so attractive, yet I wanted to punch him sometimes. I smile at the thought. " I don't care, though, either way, I'm sleeping in a bed." I say, not leaving it open for discussion. I scowl lightly as he finished his beer. I don't get how he was still drinking after everything. He's probably been chain drinking londer than any of his relationships. Come to think of it, I'd never actually seem him in a relationship. Not that I'd payed attention. I bite my lip to stop a laugh that'd escaped. " You don't have any need for 'wanking'" I say, mocking him before turning and going into his room and scooting myself into his bed. I pull out my phone, and scroll through my missed texts, checking them one last time for the night. |
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Post by mark ruhen on Nov 25, 2013 21:06:07 GMT -5
licking every drop of POISON off a pocket of keyswhile some daddy's little ANGEL'S getting dirt on her knees
"Well, sorry, princess," I reply with a drunken laugh, picking up the can from the floor and tossing it into the trash can after the other one. I yawn, running my uninjured hand over my face as I walk over to turn the lights off, fully ready to go to bed. I roll my eyes as she says that I had no need for it. "Always a need for wanking," I say simply.
I walk back across the room to walk into my bedroom, rolling my blue eyes at Hazel, who was laying under the covers, fiddling with her phone. "Scoot over," I grunt, pulling back the covers to slide under, rolling onto my stomach. I didn't make any move towards Hazel, because, honestly, I didn't really think it was going to get me anywhere.
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