ArcticAvenue
Randomly Pawing At Keys
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“Justine,” he scoffed. “That bird is a bit off her kilt. She cornered me before I left asking for me number, and spent the day sending pictures of her fanny. I swear I think she thinks I’m some rock star so she can be my groupie. You would think girls like that would learn that we like the girls who make us work a little for it.” Charlie lifted the pint glass to his lips before adding, “or at least would wait until the next night and a few pints in a pub before showing me her goods … just saying.” With a wink he took a drink and returned to his less forward flirting.
It was kind of nice spending time with her. At first just happy to have the pretty American blonde to spend time with him; but then figuring her out a little more. In some strange way, it seemed as though she enjoyed feeling that twinge of jealousy. As if knowing a guy could turn his head the other way, but turned back at her made her feel she was special. It was there, between the questions of the kiwi footballer from the night before, to the daggers shot at the waitress. He knew he was barely worth her Kristie’s attention, but in an effort to play his cards right he found that maybe playing the jealousy card gave him a shot.
As things were moving along, he felt pretty good about thing … but that came to a screeching halt with one look at her watch. Curfew … the curse of the athlete. But before his hopes were crushed, she asked if he could walk her to her room.
“Of course,” Charlie replied. Pulled out his wallet to throw some bills for the tab, and quickly walked her out of the pub.
Outside, there was a light bit of rain. Something they had been warned about for the first week of the Olympics, but not so bad they couldn’t handle it. But it did mean that in the short distance from the British pub to the American dorms, they did get wet and did have to hurry. Together, they seemed giddy in the rain, happy for the chill of it and happy to move quickly where they needed to go. At the front door of the building, he tried his luck. His hand around the small of her back as they neared the thing he walked in a manner not intending to stop her but not intending leave her side. He just asked, “do we dare me escorting you to your room, lest we get caught by your mates?”
It was kind of nice spending time with her. At first just happy to have the pretty American blonde to spend time with him; but then figuring her out a little more. In some strange way, it seemed as though she enjoyed feeling that twinge of jealousy. As if knowing a guy could turn his head the other way, but turned back at her made her feel she was special. It was there, between the questions of the kiwi footballer from the night before, to the daggers shot at the waitress. He knew he was barely worth her Kristie’s attention, but in an effort to play his cards right he found that maybe playing the jealousy card gave him a shot.
As things were moving along, he felt pretty good about thing … but that came to a screeching halt with one look at her watch. Curfew … the curse of the athlete. But before his hopes were crushed, she asked if he could walk her to her room.
“Of course,” Charlie replied. Pulled out his wallet to throw some bills for the tab, and quickly walked her out of the pub.
Outside, there was a light bit of rain. Something they had been warned about for the first week of the Olympics, but not so bad they couldn’t handle it. But it did mean that in the short distance from the British pub to the American dorms, they did get wet and did have to hurry. Together, they seemed giddy in the rain, happy for the chill of it and happy to move quickly where they needed to go. At the front door of the building, he tried his luck. His hand around the small of her back as they neared the thing he walked in a manner not intending to stop her but not intending leave her side. He just asked, “do we dare me escorting you to your room, lest we get caught by your mates?”
