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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 2, 2009 23:38:28 GMT -6
The bike ride from 8ball to her flat on Duffern Avenue took about twenty minutes. With Cian on the bike behind her, his chest pressed against her back, hard and sturdy, Pauley was grateful to get home so she could breathe. As the elevator dinged, signally the entrance to her floor, she pulled her keys back out and hesitated before she opened the door. "I have to warn you, since I am color blind, there is no guarantee that everything matches. When I went shopping, I tried to make sure everything was two tone, but I'm not sure. Just thought I would warn ya."
Unlocking the door, Pauley let Cian in before her, then shut the door. "Sorry it's a bit messy, I haven't cleaned up in awhile." the flat was large, her bedroom and bathroom areas separated by japanseanseanese partitions. Along the walls several of her favorite photos were framed, and there were a few paintings as well. To the right was her kitchen nook, and off to the left sat the living area. What she hoped were black leather sofas and a chair sat around the chimney, a 40 inch television mounted above the mantel.
"It isn't much, but it's home."
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 3, 2009 6:33:39 GMT -6
As they moved from one location to another on her bike, Cian pressed against her and held fast to keep from falling off. he was almost glad to get to her flat. The position the bike put them in was one that not many, near strangers would be in. It was a little awkward, yet enjoyable at the same time. He listened to her request and warning about not minding the place's state, and the possiblility of mix matched items. He smiled. "Its alrigh' really. I won' mind. I can garuntee tha' it will be nicer then mine." He chuckled. Following her into the building he looked around the flat and smiled. "I was righ'.. Your place is nicer then mine." He chuckled." Then he looked over and his eye caught the tv. "Jesus bloody Christ! Tha' is a really good looking tele." He was a little more then impressed. "Who cares, if the place migh' be in a wee bit of a state...Your lucky te have such a home. " He really did think so and then he smiled at the furniture. "An' it does match. So don' worry." He chuckled a little.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 3, 2009 13:20:41 GMT -6
Quickly picking up a few items and tossing them in the kitchen trash bin, Pauley smiled. "Thanks, I'm glad someone likes the television. It doesn't get much use, so it is about time it got a workout." As her mind calmed down from the night of fun and surprises, Pauley realized how uncomfortable she was. Her leather skirt was soaked, and her shirt was clinging to her her small frame. "I'm going to get into some dry clothes. Um, I might have some sweats you can borrow while I toss your clothes in the dryer if you like." Heading over to her 'bedroom' Pauley sorted through a dresser drawer and found an old pair of sweats she wore when cleaning and an over-sized tee. "These should fit. The bathroom is over there if you would like to change. I'll be back in a few."
Going back behind the screen that separated her room from the rest of the flat, Pauley peeled off her wet clothing, underclothes and all, and pulled on some dry, more comfortable clothes. Jeans and a lose fitting tee did the job. She piled her wet clothes on the floor, making a mental note to wash them later. A quick brush through her damp hair and a braid later, Pauley made her way back into the main room.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 3, 2009 18:37:15 GMT -6
He chuckled a little at what she said about the tv and nodded further to show he understood her when she told him where she was going. Or atleast what she was going to do. when she came back with the clothes in hand he gave her a very grateful smile. If he was going to wear his pants any longer, he figured there was going to be a chafe happening. Wet jeans didn't fit pleasantly when wearing them damp. He turned in the direction of the bathroom and headed over. "thanks" he said as he disappeared. He stripped down quickly and then pulled on the clothes that were dry. He felt a mile better. He came out all changed up. Cian was of a thin frame. He did have muscle, but he wasn't a beef head. It was more or less a normal amount. Enough to keep him from being scrawny. so the shirt hung off of him a little, but the pants fit nice. "thanks again. Tha' feels a world better.. where do you want these?" he held out his wet clothes with a curious look on his face.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 3, 2009 18:55:51 GMT -6
With an appriciative smile, Pauley watched as Cian headed her way. The shirt fit him much better than it did her, but was still too big, and he looked great in her sweats. "Here, I'll take them. A short tumble in the dryer should do the trick." As she made her way to the back pf the flat near the space reserved and sectioned off for her studio, Pauley spoke over her shoulder. "The games and remotes for the Wii are on the bookshelf to the left of the fireplace if you want to look through them."
She placed the damp clothes into the dryer and set it on low so the clothes wouldn't possibly shrink. "Bowling on the Wii is fun. So is playing tennis. It's up to you though." A quick riffle through the fridge produced a couple bottles of water that she brought back to the sitting area and placed on the coffee table. Excited to be playing on her game again, Pauley smiled and took up a remote. "Ready to get your butt kicked?"
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 3, 2009 19:20:12 GMT -6
He handed her his wet clothes and smiled. Listening to her as she spoke every word. He looked over to the tv and then turned everything on. Setting in the game of tennis. He got a quick look over of the remote and feel for it before he played. He knew that he was going to fail epically but he didn't mind. "I'm ready..." He grinned at her and set the game up. Then it started with his first serve. Everything seemed to be going alright. Sure, he wasn't the very smoothest at it, but he had never played this station before.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 3, 2009 19:38:37 GMT -6
Bare feet feeling great on the cool wood floor, Pauley slipped her hand onto the grey strap and tightened it, preparing for a great round of tennis. Cian served, and with a grunt, she returned the ball, laughing as it bounced once, then went out of bounds, giving her a point. "Yes!" As the game continued, she noticed that her partner was a bit clumsy, as if he had never played before. "HAve you ever played on a Wii before?" With a small grunt, she returned another serve, keeping a good volley going.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 3, 2009 19:45:40 GMT -6
Just as he had expected, he was losing, but he didn't really care. It was definately entertaining, and he was far from being bored. He managed to return the serve she set and he was quite proud of himself for that small acheivement. At her question he broke a chuckle and nodded. "I have ne'er played before.. Not a Wii atleast. Playstation, bring it on... but I have never played a Wii before now... Aww damnit..." He chuckled as he continued failing at life in the game. Cian looked at her with a grin. "its easy te tell.. I fail on epic proportions." He laughed at it. Atleast he was a good sport about it. Some people just didn't have patience anymore, but he fortunately had it and didn't care if he won or lost.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 3, 2009 21:53:02 GMT -6
Pauley smiled as they finished the rest of the set on the game. "You have never played on a Wii? Well, that's alright. You're doing really well for it being your first time." Like a teenager, Pauley sblack personed to herself as she caught a secondary meaning in what she just said. "What I mean is, practice makes perfect." Swinging her arm, she missed a serve and Cian got another point, tying it all up.
"See what I mean?"
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 3, 2009 22:13:41 GMT -6
Cian looked at her with a chuckled as they played on. He was catching up, and he grinned as she said he was doing well for a first time. He supressed a chuckle as his mind wandered briefly to the alternate meaning. He shrugged it off and gained a point. A grin spread across his face and a chuckle rose from him. "Aye.. I see" He laughed a little. He started serve and he grinned a little as it bounced through the virtul air and hti twice. Another point. "I love scoring.." He chuckled, but then realized how that must have sounded. "I mean in points..." He laughed.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 4, 2009 11:55:19 GMT -6
As she served, Pauley grinned as her ball went really fast, causing it to be non-returnable. She had no idea why or how that happened, she just knew that it was fun when the opponent cannot return the serve. Gaining another point, the game was tied up, with one more point to go, she was glad to have some company, especially his company. With a laugh, Pauley spoke. "I know what you meant. I love to play, I just don't like to play by myself. The Wii, I mean." With a laugh, she returned another serve. She was having a blast.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 4, 2009 17:26:01 GMT -6
The ball moved too quickly for him and there was once more a tie. He looked at her with a chuckle. "bloody sakes lass. Tha' was quick." He chuckled. One more and the game would be done. He was wearing a big grin as the ball volleyed between them. "Damn the mind that dwells in the gutter.." He laughed. Making the final score he threw his fists in the air, with a victoious "YES!!" much like a kid would do. He looked at her with a boyish grin on his face and a chuckle. "sorry, I get excited easily." another laugh arose. A light one, but a laugh none the less. He looked at the remote in his hand. Scanning it with a curiousity in his expression. Getting a good look at it and admiring the thing almost. It was definately interesting. He set it down gently and then moved to the chesterfield. "Mind if I sit down? I haven' really had a sit down all day until tha' brief one at the club." He looked at her and then sat down on the chesterfield gently. Leaning back as he let go of a soft sigh. Leaning his head against the back of the couch. He closed his eyes. Letting himself relax a little. A smile spread across his face as he let a quiet and brief chuckle go. Speaking quietly. "Wha's me prize?" He laughed. Joking of course.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 4, 2009 21:53:09 GMT -6
Getting into the game, Pauley swung the remote, trying to with all she had to win the match. Just a tad late on a back swing, the ball bounced once, twice, and went right past her, and she lost. Just as Cian was cheering, Pauley groaned. "Shit! Oh, well. It's just a game. Congrats." She turned off the consol and joined him on the couch. The game took quite a bit out her, and with the dancing and all, she was exhausted. It took her a moment to absorb what he said about a prize, and her first thought was another one of those breath-taking kisses like the one in the club, but she was not about to make another first move. He may have forgiven it the first time, but the second time he probably wouldn't be so nice. They were still near-strangers after all.
With a mental sigh, Pauley smiled. "What kind of prize do you have in mind? All I know is I don't think I could play another game at the moment. I'm exhausted!"
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 4, 2009 22:07:22 GMT -6
He laughed a little as he heard her comment about not wanting to play another game. He sighed deeply and remained as he was before on the couch. Head tilted back, eyes still closed. But he soon opened them and ran his hands down his face. Letting them fall into his lap. He turned his head, yet still leaving his head against the back of the couch. He looked at her and sighed again. "I don' know.. " He smiled and chuckled a little. "But i agree... No more games." He laughed a little and faced the ceiling again. "I don' know... First thing on yer mind, i don' care if its a plate o' buttered crackers.. actually.. tha' sounds good." He chuckled. "but ya.. first thing tha' comes te mind. I don' care what it is."
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 4, 2009 22:16:36 GMT -6
The first thing that comes to her mind? What was he, a bleeding mind reader? It almost seemed as if he wanted her to kiss him. Sitting there, head laid back, long, beautiful neck exposed, shadowed with a slight stubble, he was nearly a god. A near-stranger, handsome, sexy god that she was undeniably beginning to like. He was sweet, seemed smart, funny, and accepted her for her differences. All she wanted to do was kiss those rough lips that were oh-so-perfect against hers at the club. But she couldn't. She wouldn't.
"Well, I do have a bottle of wine on the fridge, and I think there may be some left over pizza. How about a movie?" It was getting late, but she didn't have plans for the next day, so hopefully he would like to stay for awhile.
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