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Post by Cary Pettyfer on Aug 3, 2008 20:44:50 GMT -4
Cary slowed his bike down in his driveway, with Irina holding on to him. He took off his helmet, and took out his house key, while walking towards the door. He fumbled with the key for a while, but it finally opened. "Come on in." Cary said smiling, as he led her into his house. He put his helmet on the couch. "Not, much, but it's home." He said smiling.
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Post by Irina Denali on Aug 3, 2008 21:14:34 GMT -4
I was somewhat thankful and somewhat wistful as I clambered off his bike. In order to appear human, I had to wrap my arms around his waist. The wind had whipped his scent into my nostrils, and I could feel his heartbeat easily through his jacket. It was both a heaven and a hell to me. I decided I was sad to get off that bike. It was plenty fine just to smell something amazing and not eat it. Even if venom soaked through my mouth. Ugh. I smiled at him and turned back to face him, one eyebrow raised. "I think you're forgetting I've been here before," I said with a laugh. "Remember the random day I got lost in your neighborhood? I was sure you thought I was insane." I was intensely grateful to God that I had been able to think of an easy lie so quickly. I'd smelled him from across the street and couldn't control myself. I hadn't been lost in the slightest.
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Post by Cary Pettyfer on Aug 5, 2008 20:07:21 GMT -4
Cary laughed. "Oh yeah. I forgot about that." He said smiling, pondering it. It all came back in a flash. "But, I don't think you've seen this plane, clean." He said laughing again. He walked into the small kitchen and opened a cabinet. It was a huge stash of almost every alcohol known to man. "Told you my parents, had it all."
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Post by Irina Denali on Aug 5, 2008 22:44:34 GMT -4
She smiled to herself, laughing with him. "It is nicer when it's clean." His house was gorgeous in actuality--she hadn't paid much attention before. When he took her to his liquor cabinent she whistled low. "You weren't kidding," she said. Every liquor she could imagine and even some she'd never known about was laid before her. "You must be able to have quite the parties." She was surprised they didn't lock it.
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Post by Cary Pettyfer on Aug 9, 2008 21:35:38 GMT -4
Cary laughed slightly. "Well, I used to. when I actually had enough friends to party with. Just, I haven't exactly become friends with a lot of people here yet. Or, I hve, and there just isn't a lot of people here." He shrugged. He didn't mind. He also liked having parties of one. That was A-Okay with him. "Yep. They just don't care anymore. They were hesitant when I started drinking, but eventually they just didn't care anymore."
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Post by Irina Denali on Aug 10, 2008 21:08:36 GMT -4
I smiled absently, I was rifling through my mental list of drink recipies. "Alright. I'm gonna start off with one that's more well known than the rest, Kate's favorite." The smell was anyway, it wasn't as if my sister could drink anything other than blood. But I preferred to keep that detail about my life to myself. Taking out a bottle of gin and scotch whiskey (he could probably guess what was on my mind) I found lemon garnish easily in his fridge by the scent. However, I made an expression like it was just luck. I needed a distraction for my hands: his scent was too glorious. "Alright, so most martinis are vermouth and gin, but a smoky martini uses scotch whiskey instead of the vermouth." I added a splash to the glass, already filled half-way with gin. I added a lemon garnish and handed the cocktail glass to him. I smiled. "Enjoy."
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