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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 14:10:10 GMT -5
"...Right." He swung his long, gangly legs over the side of the bed, rubbing a hand over his face. It was then he felt the band-aid on his temple.
"Shit... Did I really embarrass myself last night?"
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 14:13:09 GMT -5
She smirked at him a second before walking to her bathroom to brush her teeth. "Only a little bit." She left the door open, so her back was to him.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 14:15:30 GMT -5
Michael felt like hitting himself over the head, but he figured it couldn't hurt worse than it already was. He stood up, wincing, and walked over to stand in the doorway of the bathroom.
"How did I end up here?"
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 14:19:35 GMT -5
She glanced at him through the reflection in the mirror. Told you you wouldn't remember anything. She finished brushing and rinsed before answering. "Well," she threw up hair up into a loose bun. "You hit on me -- badly by the way -- then banged your head. I cleaned you up, then got your to quit drinking and leave the party. We came here, you laid down and fell asleep. The end."
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 14:21:46 GMT -5
Michael sighed, hanging his head. The look she gave him and the tone in her voice...
"Look, I feel like a dick for having to ask you that. I...I'm sorry."
((Heeee I'm listening to the Glee version of this song! "Said I wouldn't call, but I lost all control and I need you nowwwww"))
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 14:23:48 GMT -5
((I'm obsessed with Lady Antebellum. And Glee for that matter!  )) She turned to him, leaning back against the sink counter. "Mike, it's ok. I'm just impressed you remembered my name." She smirked at him. "And to your credit, you didn't try anything stupid." |
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 14:26:24 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes, chuckling to himself. "Yeah, apparently I never do... Even when I'm drunk I still have honorable intentions." Damn it.
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 14:29:48 GMT -5
She smiled then, laughing a little. She moved over to him, punching his arm lightly. "Well, I guess you're not all bad, then."
((Hey, I have a speech meeting for about 20-30 mins, but then I'll be back!))
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 14:33:29 GMT -5
Michael couldn't help but smile in return; her smile and laugh were infectious. He rubbed his arm where she hit him, glancing at her. "Can...can I take ya out to breakfast or something?" ((okay! I'll take this opportunity to take a shower. I'm so smart! )) |
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 15:14:40 GMT -5
She looked at him, amused. "You want to take me to breakfast?" She smiled. "Yeah, I could eat."
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 15:17:06 GMT -5
"Yeah?" he smiled a bit wider down at her before catching his reflection in the mirror. He raked a hand through his hair, trying to get it lie flatter... Ah, oh well. "Um, I know this place that has amazing pancakes...and it's not IHOP."
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 15:19:54 GMT -5
She lifted her hand to brush down his hair, thinking he looked pretty cute all disheveled that way. "Pancakes sound awesome."
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 15:25:37 GMT -5
His heart did a somersault as she played with his hair, trying to tame it and doing a much better job than he had. He noticed she had to stand on her toes to reach; he thought that was flipping adorable for some reason.
"Okay! Well, uh, we can walk there, it's not too far... I'll just wait for you...to get changed." He awkwardly stepped away from the bathroom, heading for what he assumed was the living room, closing her bedroom door behind him.
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 15:31:50 GMT -5
Maggie let out a breath, muttering to herself. "Oh, boy. Cool it, Mags. This is a terrible idea..." She changed into jeans and her favorite pink tshirt, because she felt like she needed to feel a little stronger. She slipped into a pair of sandals, grabbed her purse and met him in the living room. "Ready?"
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 15:35:43 GMT -5
He had wandered over to the small bookshelf by the TV and was looking through all of the DVDs. "Are any of these yours?" he asked, fixing his gaze on her. She looked nice in pink.
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