Having A Coke With You [Ani & Death]
Sept 1, 2014 21:53:34 GMT -5
Post by Death on Sept 1, 2014 21:53:34 GMT -5
He'd made it. He'd seriously freaking made it. The championship round. Holy crud.
He was so close. Sail was so freaking close he could almost taste it. What he could taste for certain, though, was the seven-layer chocolate cake he would finish his meal off with after dinner was over.
Oceania. Amazing.
A fierce scrambling for the slot in the top two and she'd been a fury of flying metal rod and feminine glory.
She shone like a goddess. Sail couldn't take his eyes off of her. He admired her courage. Her skill. Her determination.Her confidence.
He'd bounded up to her after the match, congratulating her on her win and then inviting her to go to dinner on his dime to celebrate being the top two for their district.
"No matter what, it's a District Four win," he'd said. "But, to be honest, my money would be on you. You were incredible."
Somehow, he'd wrangled her into saying yes. So he was showered. Smelling of a light soap. Thick hair combed through.
He stood in front of his mirror, looking at his light pink dress shirt. It was the fanciest thing he owned. Expensive. Jude had given it to him shortly before he'd skipped town.
Slipping into a pair of clean-cut black slacks, he fastened the belt and observed his face in the mirror. It looked heavily sunned from being out on the boat all day.
He'd just polished his dress shoes. A gift from his dad this time. As soon as he was old enough, his dad had taken him and spent too much money on these shoes.
Sail took an inordinate amount of care of them.
They tapped down the worn wood stairs, with his tie flopping around his neck untied.
"Oh, Sail." His mother tutted. "You need to learn to tie your own tie, honey."
She reached up to tie it for him and he looked down at her with a fond smile.
"Have fun. Be safe. Be kind."
"Yes, ma'am." Sail kissed her on the cheek, as household custom required and then headed out the door.
He headed straight to the restaurant. She hadn't given him her address and meeting up seemed less complicated. Sail liked less complicated.
Skyline.
It was a modern place. All black and white and glass and little twinkling lights and ocean views.
He pushed open the silver and glass doors to the waiting area. He'd been smart. Calling ahead and making a reservation.
"Two for Dawson at 7 o'clock."
As he was taken to his table, he wondered if she would wear a dress.
He was so close. Sail was so freaking close he could almost taste it. What he could taste for certain, though, was the seven-layer chocolate cake he would finish his meal off with after dinner was over.
Oceania. Amazing.
A fierce scrambling for the slot in the top two and she'd been a fury of flying metal rod and feminine glory.
She shone like a goddess. Sail couldn't take his eyes off of her. He admired her courage. Her skill. Her determination.
He'd bounded up to her after the match, congratulating her on her win and then inviting her to go to dinner on his dime to celebrate being the top two for their district.
"No matter what, it's a District Four win," he'd said. "But, to be honest, my money would be on you. You were incredible."
Somehow, he'd wrangled her into saying yes. So he was showered. Smelling of a light soap. Thick hair combed through.
He stood in front of his mirror, looking at his light pink dress shirt. It was the fanciest thing he owned. Expensive. Jude had given it to him shortly before he'd skipped town.
Slipping into a pair of clean-cut black slacks, he fastened the belt and observed his face in the mirror. It looked heavily sunned from being out on the boat all day.
He'd just polished his dress shoes. A gift from his dad this time. As soon as he was old enough, his dad had taken him and spent too much money on these shoes.
Sail took an inordinate amount of care of them.
They tapped down the worn wood stairs, with his tie flopping around his neck untied.
"Oh, Sail." His mother tutted. "You need to learn to tie your own tie, honey."
She reached up to tie it for him and he looked down at her with a fond smile.
"Have fun. Be safe. Be kind."
"Yes, ma'am." Sail kissed her on the cheek, as household custom required and then headed out the door.
He headed straight to the restaurant. She hadn't given him her address and meeting up seemed less complicated. Sail liked less complicated.
Skyline.
It was a modern place. All black and white and glass and little twinkling lights and ocean views.
He pushed open the silver and glass doors to the waiting area. He'd been smart. Calling ahead and making a reservation.
"Two for Dawson at 7 o'clock."
As he was taken to his table, he wondered if she would wear a dress.
