Christian's thoughts drifted to HER as he and Johnny Lacada continued the predictable path of this game. They had freed the rooms in the house of their digital contents: guns, ammo, health packs, journals, changes of clothes, and water. As he was x'ing on the water bottles he wondered what the difference between those and the health packs were. The water probably restored a little less of his health bar in the upper right corner of the screen than did the health packs, he surmised.
He thought of that first night he saw HER and then remembered their first conversation, which was initiated by him outside the Italian place. His friends had left and on their way to their homes or the next bar they had told him that he was a creeper and that anyone waiting outside a restaurant to talk to a stranger was just weird. He agreed, and then waited anyway. Minutes passed, Christian lit a cigarette, smoked it and threw it to the street. His gamble was that she smoked too. Otherwise he was going to have to interrupt her and her boyfriend, and that could prove to be the wrong move in a number of ways. He considered abandoning his plan and just heading home, jerking off and calling it a night. He took one step away and realized that he was out of toilet paper, and would have to stop at the store for that plan to work.
As he turned back to the restaurant and decided to go inside and use the bathroom before making any decisions he almost ran into HER. Holy fuck, did she smell good. Like cigarettes and Victoria's Secret spray. He didn't know which flowers or chemicals went into tat particular scent, but he was prepared to find out.
"What the fuck?" She said, her eyes looking up at him, wide and not furious. That was good. This could work. His heart had stopped momentarily when they bumped into each other and when she swore at him he thought he had ruined it. But those eyes told him something different.
"Sorry," he stammered, "I was just going back inside."
"What, did your friends abandon you?" She was a little buzzed and felt like messing with this guy, who smelled mainly like smoke and a little like pancetta.
"Kind of, I just had to go back inside real quick." But he didn't move. He was blocking her way.
"Yeah that's what you said. What were you going back in for?" She was definitely more buzzed than she thought when she came out for a cigarette.
"To be honest, I have no toilet paper at home and didn't wanna stop at the store." He didn't even look ashamed to be saying something so personal, and instead kept staring at her eyes, blinking enough to make it a little less weird.
"So you were gonna steal it so you could take a shit at home, or you were gonna use the public bathroom?" God, how much wine had she had, she wondered as she lit a cigarette and made some space between them. She wouldn't even talk to her boyfriend like that.
"Neither," he said.
Before she could ask anything else, or could even decide if she wanted to know what he was talking about her boyfriend stumbled out with a cigarette in his mouth and tugged his tight jeans below his hips another couple of inches before putting his arm around her, flicking his blonde moppy hair back, and with a slight nod of the head said, "Who's this?"
Christian stared at him. Hated him. Looked at his jeans. Hated them. Looked back at HER. His hand shot out with a lighter for the hipster. "I'm Christian."
"Like that's your name or your religion?" Mop head quipped.
"What's your name?" Christian was looking at HER as he lit HER man's fag.
She wasn't sure what to do. She wanted to let him know what her name was, and he made her man seem so inconsequential. She felt awful for thinking that. "I'm Koren and this is Auden. Thanks for the light." She lit her cigarette from Christian lighter and blew a puff of smoke away from their human triangle. She wished Auden would leave and again felt guilt creeping in. She was buzzed enough to not worry about talking to a stranger, but not buzzed enough to crush the guilt. It was a two and a half glass of wine buzz, she decided.
"Auden, huh? Interesting." If he was gin-drunk instead of wine drunk he would have had some more words about that particular name. "Nice to meet you both, I gotta get to the store before they close. I hear there's a run on tp." He started to walk away and then stopped, "You guys from here?"
They answered in unison. "No, but we live here now." Such a couple thing to do. Auden pulled his jeans lower.
"We work at the Artisan Center in Cherry Creek in case you ever want to buy some local art." It was HER, letting him know what he couldn't ask.
"Right. Later folks." Christian walked away and lit a cigarette. At least he wouldn't have to use the internet to accomplish his goal before sleep tonight.
He thought of that first night he saw HER and then remembered their first conversation, which was initiated by him outside the Italian place. His friends had left and on their way to their homes or the next bar they had told him that he was a creeper and that anyone waiting outside a restaurant to talk to a stranger was just weird. He agreed, and then waited anyway. Minutes passed, Christian lit a cigarette, smoked it and threw it to the street. His gamble was that she smoked too. Otherwise he was going to have to interrupt her and her boyfriend, and that could prove to be the wrong move in a number of ways. He considered abandoning his plan and just heading home, jerking off and calling it a night. He took one step away and realized that he was out of toilet paper, and would have to stop at the store for that plan to work.
As he turned back to the restaurant and decided to go inside and use the bathroom before making any decisions he almost ran into HER. Holy fuck, did she smell good. Like cigarettes and Victoria's Secret spray. He didn't know which flowers or chemicals went into tat particular scent, but he was prepared to find out.
"What the fuck?" She said, her eyes looking up at him, wide and not furious. That was good. This could work. His heart had stopped momentarily when they bumped into each other and when she swore at him he thought he had ruined it. But those eyes told him something different.
"Sorry," he stammered, "I was just going back inside."
"What, did your friends abandon you?" She was a little buzzed and felt like messing with this guy, who smelled mainly like smoke and a little like pancetta.
"Kind of, I just had to go back inside real quick." But he didn't move. He was blocking her way.
"Yeah that's what you said. What were you going back in for?" She was definitely more buzzed than she thought when she came out for a cigarette.
"To be honest, I have no toilet paper at home and didn't wanna stop at the store." He didn't even look ashamed to be saying something so personal, and instead kept staring at her eyes, blinking enough to make it a little less weird.
"So you were gonna steal it so you could take a shit at home, or you were gonna use the public bathroom?" God, how much wine had she had, she wondered as she lit a cigarette and made some space between them. She wouldn't even talk to her boyfriend like that.
"Neither," he said.
Before she could ask anything else, or could even decide if she wanted to know what he was talking about her boyfriend stumbled out with a cigarette in his mouth and tugged his tight jeans below his hips another couple of inches before putting his arm around her, flicking his blonde moppy hair back, and with a slight nod of the head said, "Who's this?"
Christian stared at him. Hated him. Looked at his jeans. Hated them. Looked back at HER. His hand shot out with a lighter for the hipster. "I'm Christian."
"Like that's your name or your religion?" Mop head quipped.
"What's your name?" Christian was looking at HER as he lit HER man's fag.
She wasn't sure what to do. She wanted to let him know what her name was, and he made her man seem so inconsequential. She felt awful for thinking that. "I'm Koren and this is Auden. Thanks for the light." She lit her cigarette from Christian lighter and blew a puff of smoke away from their human triangle. She wished Auden would leave and again felt guilt creeping in. She was buzzed enough to not worry about talking to a stranger, but not buzzed enough to crush the guilt. It was a two and a half glass of wine buzz, she decided.
"Auden, huh? Interesting." If he was gin-drunk instead of wine drunk he would have had some more words about that particular name. "Nice to meet you both, I gotta get to the store before they close. I hear there's a run on tp." He started to walk away and then stopped, "You guys from here?"
They answered in unison. "No, but we live here now." Such a couple thing to do. Auden pulled his jeans lower.
"We work at the Artisan Center in Cherry Creek in case you ever want to buy some local art." It was HER, letting him know what he couldn't ask.
"Right. Later folks." Christian walked away and lit a cigarette. At least he wouldn't have to use the internet to accomplish his goal before sleep tonight.
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