Nick
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Post by Nick on Apr 30, 2006 22:11:13 GMT
He had returned the grin and closed the door behind her. “Thanks. The place is in pretty decent shape considering the disaster zone it usually is. Feel free to make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back in just a couple of minutes.”
He turned and headed for the bedroom, taking a drink as he entered and closed the door behind him. Putting the can on the bedside table, he moved to the closet and pulled out one of the few pairs of jeans he owned that didn’t sport any holes and a long-sleeved black T-shirt. He changed quickly, tossing the worn garments on the floor as he did so. He could pick them up later.
Once dressed, he put on some socks and spent a moment trying to decide if he should wear his scuffed sneakers or better kept black biker boots. He chose the boots and pulled them on. Knowing that he wouldn’t need a jacket, he grabbed and pocketed his keys and wallet, which had ended up on the bedside table after the previous night, which had been spent working late at the paper.
Pulling his scarab pendant from under the neck of his shirt, Nick opened the door, grabbed his soda and headed back to the living room, where he unplugged the cell phone from its charger atop the television and put it in its travel case, clipping that to the left pocket of his jeans. “Anywhere in particular you want to go or would you rather just drive around and decide when we spot somewhere that looks good?”
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Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Apr 30, 2006 22:23:41 GMT
Lyn smiled when he reappeared, giving the subtlest of nods at his appearance after changing. Deciding against saying anything — guys were rarely looking for comments on how they looked — she considered his question, and made a pensive noise as she stood there, her thumbs lightly hooked in the belt-loops of her jeans.
“Driving around?” She grinned. “As in, in your nice sporty number of a car?” Lyn could see the appeal in that, and showed as much, her eyes lighting up with the possibility. “Well, that’s an offer a girl can’t refuse, Nick. I think I’m sold.”
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Post by Nick on Apr 30, 2006 22:33:55 GMT
Nick chuckled. “Then driving around it is. I’ll let you decide whether or not the top is up or down. There’s nothing like driving around with the top back and the wind rushing around you, but I figured I’ll let you decide if you want your hair flying all over the place or not.” He paused and studied her for a moment. He had been meaning to compliment her on her appearance, but he just hadn’t actually managed it yet. Deciding that there was no time like the present, he said, “You look nice, by the way.” He took a quick drink after that. One thing that had always embarrassed him was complimenting on a lady’s appearance, but he had never been able to figure out why. He was not someone that got embarrassed easily; he thought that perhaps it was because it felt a little like he was being too forward, something that didn’t bother him in any other way.
He was surprised when the can was empty. “Let me throw this away and we’ll get the night underway.” He moved quickly to the kitchen and threw the can away before returning. “You know,” he said, re-entering the room, “I still owe you for the Chinese. If you’re hungry, tonight’s my treat. You can pick something that’ll make us even.” He moved to the door, pulling his keys out of his pocket as he went, opening the door and moving aside to allow her to move out before him. “If you’re ready, it think it’s time to get out there and find something to do.”
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Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Apr 30, 2006 22:47:19 GMT
“Top up, I think. My hair’s gonna get messed up anyway; always does. One definite pain in the ass about curly hair like this.” She flicked one length off her shoulder for emphasis, and shrugged. When he complimented her, she had to admit she was actually… pleasantly surprised. Lyn wasn’t all that accustomed to men taking the time to note how she looked, and then going to such lengths as to mention it, so she smiled, appreciative of the effort. “Thanks,” she replied, meeting his gaze, even as he swigged the soda, apparently… was he embarrassed? That was enough to determine that she wouldn’t return the compliment; he looked very… presentable, after all, but he might not know what to do with the acknowledgement.
He had a point. He did still owe her for the Chinese. Thinking it over, she asked herself if she was hungry, and then came to the immediate, firm conclusion that she was. Stupid full moon, she thought with a slight outward smile. Plays havoc with the appetite. Nodding at what he’d said, she agreed, “You’re right. And now that you mention it, I am kinda hungry.” ‘Kinda’ was an understatement, really, but she wasn’t about to state as much. “You’re on.”
Heading for the door, she offered him another smile as she slipped out the door ahead of him, waiting for him just in the hall.
Continued in: The Parking Garage with Nick.
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Nick
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Post by Nick on Apr 30, 2006 22:55:00 GMT
Nick had nodded at her decision about leaving the top up and smiled at her agreement to him treating her to dinner before heading out of the apartment after her, closing and locking the door behind him. Keys in hand, he started for the direction of the garage.
Continued at: The Parking Garage with Lynnette
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Post by Nick on Jun 24, 2006 15:15:31 GMT
The Next Morning
He had no idea as to where he had put his keys upon getting back from the club and he was actually going to need those things eventually- sooner rather than later if he got a call from the office and needed to head out to cover some story. For some reason, his keys had been on his mind when he woke up, so, dressed in the black sweatpants he had slept in, the first thing he had decided to do was hunt down his keys. He knew that he had had them when he had entered the apartment- If I didn't, I want to know just how I got in here.- but after that, he was at a loss. He thought he had tossed them in the general direction of the coffee table as he had headed for the bedroom, but they hadn't been there when he looked earlier. Shaking his head as he got on the floor to peer beneath the sofa, Nick found himself wondering why he couldn't have had anything more important on his mind than breakfast.
This is what happens when you stay out all night at the club, he told himself, crawling along the length of the sofa, hoping to find the keys. After that initial thought, he had to correct himself. Actually, that's what happens when you stay out all night at the club actually enjoying yourself rather than making sarcastic comments under your breath about everyone who walks past you. He had indeed had fun the previous night; it had been nice having someone to talk to who hadn't been there for the sole purpose of trying to convince him that he really needed another beer while the one he had was still half full. He had decided that he greatly enjoyed Lynnette's company. She was definitely the most interesting individual that he had met in a long time and he hoped that he could convince her to go out on the town with him more often. First though, he had to find his keys.
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Post by Nick on Jul 25, 2006 16:43:10 GMT
20 minutes later
"Now how the hell..." Nick allowed his voice to trail off as he finally found his keys, which were in the bottom of his favorite coffee mug in the cabinet. After searching and not coming up with the missing keys, he had finally decided to take a break and get himself a cup of coffee, which had led to him finding his keys. Pulling them out of the mug, he studied them for a minute and shook his head. "Probably best not to think about it."
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Post by Nick on Aug 7, 2006 1:36:02 GMT
With the keys in the pocket of his sweatpants and now a cup of coffee in his hand, he headed for the living room and sat on the sofa. He had slept late- even for the morning after a night out- but at least he wasn't actually due to go to the office. He was, as always, 'on call' and hoping that his boss had no need of him.
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Post by Nick on Aug 12, 2006 15:31:37 GMT
Two Hours Later
Nick awoke with a start and frowned, running a hand through his hair. He hadn't had any intentions of going back to sleep, but apparently the pure excitement of sitting in the apartment, wondering whether he was going to be called in had been too much for him and he had dozed off. Eyeing the mug sitting on the coffee table, he knew that he didn't have to be a genius to figure out the contents were stone cold and nasty as hell. Getting up, he grabbed the mug and headed for the kitchen, his stomach letting him know along the way that he should consider eating something.
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Post by Nick on Aug 12, 2006 23:02:48 GMT
The mug went on the counter for the time being as Nick started to pull open cabinets, which were very nearly bare. As soon as it was obvious they weren't going to provide him with anything good, he went to the refrigerator. Peering inside made him groan out loud and hang his head in frustrationg. "I've got to remember to actually go buy some food. This is nuts." Slamming the refrigerator door, Nick turned to the coffee pot and poured himself a mugful, which went straight into the microwave. Sure, reheated coffee wasn't the greatest, but it was better than drinking it cold and he currently didn't have the patience to wait for a fresh pot to brew.
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Post by Nick on Aug 14, 2006 18:33:44 GMT
Once the coffee was heated back to a decent drinking temperature, Nick glanced to the clock on the coffee pot. Wonder if Lynnette would be up for a late breakfast. He glanced to the clock again. Or maybe lunch would be a better option. He shook his head as he made his way back to the living room. She's probably sick of me by now. Maybe I'll swing by once I get dressed and see if she wants me to at least pick something up for her.
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Post by Lynnette on Aug 15, 2006 17:35:41 GMT
Continued from: Lynnette’s Apartment.
It was only when she reached the door of her newfound friend that she remembered her thought from not too long ago. What if he was sick of socialising with her, or he just wanted to spend the day in bed, or simply alone?
You’ll never know if you don’t ask, a voice inside her mind told her, and she gave a meek shrug under her sweater, before lifting a hand to knock on the door. He would know it was her before he even answered the knock, but it was polite to announce herself obviously, instead of waiting for him to catch her scent under the doorway, and use that as a reason to open up his apartment and find her there.
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Post by Nick on Aug 16, 2006 0:25:09 GMT
Nick was just about to reclaim his spot on the sofa when the knock on the door came. Looking up from his coffee, he caught a familiar scent. Huh. Didn't expect her to drop by. Not like I mind. He glanced at himself- he was still shirtless, just like he had gone to bed the previous night- and decided he didn't really care that the werewolf bite on his right shoulder was visible. He'd go throw a T-shirt on to cover it and the sun tattoo on his left shoulder blade after he let her in. Moving to the door, his coffee still in hand, he pulled it open and gave a grin. "Morning." He stepped aside. "Come on in. Sorry about only being half dressed. You caught me before I bothered finding a shirt."
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Post by Lynnette on Aug 16, 2006 18:10:44 GMT
Despite her inner wolf and all the enhancements that came with it, Lynnette was still a woman, and seeing Nick shirtless? She was stock-still for a moment, before she practically had to give herself a mental slap. She smiled sheepishly, hoping it came off as sleepiness rather than actual staring, and said to him, “That’s okay. I’ve seen worse…”
Oh god, did you forget to take your sanity pills when you got out of bed?! She could have slapped herself, full, in the face. Lynnette did put her hand to her head at least, laughing to herself as she stepped through the door, hoping the somewhat low lighting would hide her embarrassment. “Sorry. That came out very, very wrong.”
Damn you, full moon.
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Post by Nick on Aug 16, 2006 18:36:26 GMT
Nick gave a chuckle as he shut the door behind her; turning, he ran a hand through his hair. He would be nice and let her off the hook this time rather than making jokes. "Hey, so long as I'm not the worst you've seen, it can be overlooked. We'll even blame it on the moon if it makes you feel better." He glanced to his coffee cup and then back at her. "You want some coffee? If you're willing to help me drink it, I'll even make a fresh pot instead of making you drink this nasty, warmed-over-in-the-microwave stuff."
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