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Post by berkeley2 on Aug 5, 2011 23:59:47 GMT
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Want to stick the whole computer in the trash can
instead of reading about the constipation lately and your ass plans
that you seem to contemplate.[/color][/font] You thought I would rate your page ‘awesome’ and ‘great’?[/color][/font] I hate your blog.
It’s incredibly
terrible and bad.[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/font] Why in god's name did I get talked into this?
Derek shook his head as he tried to push his way through the random groups of people who seemed to be here. Everyone seemed to know each other, and that made him feel very uncomfortable. It was bad enough that he'd made a fool of himself by joining this whole costume fad, but now....now he was stuck here with a bunch of people he didn't know.
Oh, well. Better try to enjoy it since he was here already.
He walked up towards a table, getting a drink before taking a sip and watching people talk among themselves. The conversations weren't really that interesting. He really hoped that would change soon. What good was pushing himself to go out and be social if he couldn't be social about the things he cared about?
At the moment, the only positives he could think of were both related to the drink service. Free drinks that were actually good? That was utterly unheard of. Barely anyone knew how to make a good drink that he'd had contact with, let alone gave him anything for free.
Derek sighed slightly, making his way to a large library of books the hotel seemed to have. Maybe he could do what he usually did at parties--read and hope that someone brought up a conversation he actually had some experience in.
He grabbed a book that he'd probably read a million times and then made his way towards a couch, sitting down. After a sip of his drink, he started to lose himself in one of his favorite writers' words, a little surprised anyone other than him would have a book collection he approved of.
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Post by naomipatridge on Aug 6, 2011 1:30:48 GMT
Naomi didn't like being told what to wear. It was one of those pet peeves of her's that could end a relationship for her real quick. She'd been there plenty of times, with guys who would tell her they 'disapproved' of something she put on. Well, when a man went down that road with her, he was usually left stranded there because she'd be through then and there. She hadn't much patience for that chauvinistic way of thinking. For once, it wasn't a man telling her what to wear, it was a local casino with a very interesting party theme. Of course she wanted to have a reason to hit-up the casinos, other than failed attempts to win big cash and buy herself out of her shitty apartment. The Animal-themed party seemed a good enough reason to go. She had plenty of cheetah prints lying around, and she could always cut up a t-shirt to push edgy look that the jungle-cat put off. Once adorned in her attire fitting for the party's theme she clunked down the three flights of stairs in her black and cheetah print pumps until she reached her car. " Come on, Gloria." She whispered to it as she put the key in the ignition. Gloria being a nickname for the car from back in the day because it had broken down three times in the same location- Gloria's Nail Salon. The powder-blue VW finally purred for her and allowed her to pull onto the interstate. The Treasure Island casino was just three exits down, but it still took a good half an hour with the heavy traffic to get into the parking lot. Finding a space presented just as much of a problem. " Well, fuck." She sighed, as she settled on a space far back and hopped out. Stuffing her keys into her purse and pushing hair out of her eyes, she made the walk in the pumps up to the casino and finally sighed once she was inside. Naomi didn't stop for chit-chat, headed straight for the liquor. With tequila in hand, she finally took a moment to look around. She could always just go and join the mass of people dancing out on the open floor- but she figured she wasn't nearly drunk enough for that yet. Naomi always kept rhythm much better with the help of alcohol. Instead, her blue eyes continued to search the room. They finally landed somewhat curiously on a man seated by himself a book in one hand a drink in the other. He was in costume and everything, just...reading, at a party. Of all the strange things. She smiled to herself, though, and strolled over, taking the seat beside him and crossing her legs. " A bat, huh? You know, I almost came as a bat, but I couldn't find much to go on with it." She commented to him, glancing to his book and trying to read the title. " I'm glad I changed my mind. You would've outdone me for sure." She laughed lightly. Outfit: Here.Tagged: Derek~ |
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Post by berkeley2 on Aug 6, 2011 1:52:59 GMT
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Want to stick the whole computer in the trash can
instead of reading about the constipation lately and your ass plans
that you seem to contemplate.[/color][/font] You thought I would rate your page ‘awesome’ and ‘great’?[/color][/font] I hate your blog.
It’s incredibly
terrible and bad.[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/font] It took Derek a while to separate himself from the world he'd tried to lose himself in and hear the woman who was talking to him. No. Wait a minute—he had to be imagining that, right? Women didn't just approach him ever.
He glanced up from his book, having to see this first hand. Goddamn, I /wasn't/ imagining it... After a while of trying to figure out what it was he was going to say, he finally put his book down, letting her know she had his full attention. “I'm actually a little glad I wasn't the only one to think it up. Bats are one of the only animals I really care for.”
After saying what he'd built himself up to say, he had to give her another look over. He felt like he'd seen her around...but he wasn't all that sure. She was pretty, though, and that was a good enough reason for him to try to talk to her some more. Who knew? Maybe this would be the time he shined for once.
A soft chuckle escaped him when she mentioned that he would end up outdoing her on the costume, and he shook his head. “I doubt it. From what I've seen, girls have a pretty easy time coming up with this stuff...these wings, believe it or not, are something I've had since I was really small. I'm basically recycling Halloween costumes.”
Derek took a sip of his drink before continuing. “If I hadn't already had something for this, I don't think I would've gone. It's probably pretty obvious that this really isn't my kind of thing.” Great. He was stating the obvious. Because that was always an interesting conversation. He shrugged it off, deciding to try a new tactic.
“I'm Derek Lowe....most people tend to know me by my last name.” He reached out the hand that wasn't holding a drink towards her.
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Post by naomipatridge on Aug 6, 2011 2:19:10 GMT
She wondered now, when he didn't look up or answer her immediately, if she might be bothering him. He was reading, so it wouldn't be too surprising if he hadn't been interested in any conversation. She only shifted slightly on the seat, and sipped at her tequila while she waited a moment longer. He finally looked up, though, and Naomi could tell that he was trying to think of something to say. Smiling warmly when he finally addressed her, she nodded, " I've got a soft spot for nocturnal animals. But I just own so much cheetah print, it'd be a shame if I didn't make some use of this stuff." She said a small grin on her lips. " All my Halloween costumes are back east." She mused, setting her drink down on the small table set in front of the couch so she could fix the clip in her hair. " Good thing you did decide to come, those poor books are being neglected." She teased, nudging him lightly in the side. At the introduction she paused, trying to think where she'd heard the name. " Derek Lowe..." She repeated, placing a finger to her lips in thought. Her face finally brightened a bit when she thought she knew, " You go to Winchester, right?" She finally asked, shaking his hand after a moment, " And I'm Naomi. Most people know me by my last name too. Patridge." She offered up. Outfit: Here.Tagged: Derek~ |
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Post by berkeley2 on Aug 6, 2011 2:39:52 GMT
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Want to stick the whole computer in the trash can
instead of reading about the constipation lately and your ass plans
that you seem to contemplate.[/color][/font] You thought I would rate your page ‘awesome’ and ‘great’?[/color][/font] I hate your blog.
It’s incredibly
terrible and bad.[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/font] "Well, if it means anything," Derek started, trying to sound somewhat smooth with what he was going to try to say, "I think cheetah print really suits you." He took another sip of his drink, nodding gently as if to validate his own statement.
"You know, I was actually a little surprised at the book collection here." He hadn't really been sure if she was joking or not, but he was going to answer to it like it had been some kind of serious statement. "Sure, most of the books that I would've been interested in I'd already read a number of times...but it's nice to know other people are into good quality sci fi."
So /that/ was where he'd recognized her from. She'd been around campus! It all made sense now. "Actually, yeah, I'm surprised I made such an impression." he chuckled a little bit, shaking his head. "Hopefully I didn't do anything to annoy you and then forget about it."
Sometimes, that kind of thing happened. It wasn't that he really meant to start fights, but he would end up saying the wrong thing and really offending someone for some reason. After taking a last sip of his drink, he glanced at his empty cup before looking up for her. "If I did, I could make up for it by getting you a drink or whatever."
Smooth, Lowe. Smooth.
"Oh, by the way--nice to meet you." Well....at least things felt a bit more correct now socially, anyway. "And also, just so you know, I'm not....uh. Trying to get anything from this." And again, he made himself look awkward.
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