Post by ABRAHAM FAULCON on Aug 19, 2011 23:09:09 GMT
He was starting to think he should just camp out in the mess hall of the girl's dormitory. It wasn't like girls were falling over themselves to get to him- although, he told people that anyway. His name and telephone number was, after all, spray-painted on one of the stalls in the girls restrooms down at the lunch hall. He'd done that himself, but nobody needed to know the specifics of how it got there.
Olivia hadn't found his name on a stall in the girl's restroom, though. No, she was after poptarts- and probably a little Abbie-style cuddling, which was all good with Abe. He liked to make it known that he was chill with the females and he didn't really need any sexual favors in return (although, it was a nice bonus...).
Like many-a times on the college chatroom, someone was looking for people to hangout. Never were there any questions about homework or project help. No, this was a community college in the middle of Vegas. So, people were far more interested in human contact than in studying for a degree.
Abbie had been happy to oblige when Olivia asked for someone to come on over, watch Star Wars, cuddle, eat poptarts. Sounded like a nice enough time. The first plans made fell through when Abbie actually had to take a page out of the responsibility handbook and go to work instead. But now they'd decided on tonight for a rain check, and as a token to apologize for bailing on the first plans, Abe was offering to play as nurse. It probably wasn't necessary, but Olivia'd said something about hurting her arm, and he'd taken it as a good start to make up.
He'd headed out of his dorm right after shutting down his laptop and grabbing the poptarts that were still sitting on the counter waiting to be fed to Vivi, who was apparently craving them intensely. Taking his dorm key and stuffing it into his pocket, he looked around for anything else.
Ah, his lighter, couldn't leave that behind. Whether he'd just be flickering it at his own amusement or actually lighting up with Olivia later on that night, he needed the thing. He trusted his lighter much more than any other's, and so he kept it on his person almost 24/7 (during his sleep, it sat faithfully on his night-stand).
Leaving the males dorms with not a backwards glanced he made his way familiarly to where all of the ladies of Winchester resided. Glancing at the dorm room he'd written on the back of his hand, he continued along until he found '208' on the front of what had to be Olivia's dorm. Clearing his throat quickly, he called out,
"PIZZA DEEELIVERYY." In a high-pitched voice, shaking the poptarts box as if it would lure her to the door.
Olivia hadn't found his name on a stall in the girl's restroom, though. No, she was after poptarts- and probably a little Abbie-style cuddling, which was all good with Abe. He liked to make it known that he was chill with the females and he didn't really need any sexual favors in return (although, it was a nice bonus...).
Like many-a times on the college chatroom, someone was looking for people to hangout. Never were there any questions about homework or project help. No, this was a community college in the middle of Vegas. So, people were far more interested in human contact than in studying for a degree.
Abbie had been happy to oblige when Olivia asked for someone to come on over, watch Star Wars, cuddle, eat poptarts. Sounded like a nice enough time. The first plans made fell through when Abbie actually had to take a page out of the responsibility handbook and go to work instead. But now they'd decided on tonight for a rain check, and as a token to apologize for bailing on the first plans, Abe was offering to play as nurse. It probably wasn't necessary, but Olivia'd said something about hurting her arm, and he'd taken it as a good start to make up.
He'd headed out of his dorm right after shutting down his laptop and grabbing the poptarts that were still sitting on the counter waiting to be fed to Vivi, who was apparently craving them intensely. Taking his dorm key and stuffing it into his pocket, he looked around for anything else.
Ah, his lighter, couldn't leave that behind. Whether he'd just be flickering it at his own amusement or actually lighting up with Olivia later on that night, he needed the thing. He trusted his lighter much more than any other's, and so he kept it on his person almost 24/7 (during his sleep, it sat faithfully on his night-stand).
Leaving the males dorms with not a backwards glanced he made his way familiarly to where all of the ladies of Winchester resided. Glancing at the dorm room he'd written on the back of his hand, he continued along until he found '208' on the front of what had to be Olivia's dorm. Clearing his throat quickly, he called out,
"PIZZA DEEELIVERYY." In a high-pitched voice, shaking the poptarts box as if it would lure her to the door.
