Post by ×|{å†ìe× on Dec 17, 2010 22:34:10 GMT -6
~<>~Kynaree's POV~<>~
As we walked back to the bar to meet up with the guys again I wondered if I should've combed out my hair. It was all tangled and damp after rinsing off all the chlorine from the pool. Frédéric would be there, would he think my hair was all nasty?
When we arrived I realized my worrying was pointless. The guys weren't even there. Aimée explained that they'd left awhile go, she didn't seem too happy about this either. Where were they? I wondered, trying to come up with theories. Most of the theories lead to alien abduction, so I quit thinking about it. Zoé got us all some drinks. We chatted for awhile, every so often mentioning our curiosity of where the guys were. I was in and out of conversation, going into my little world.
My own little world was very messed up at the moment. I was trying to reconstruct it. Usually Cecil was there with me, but I was trying to replace him with Frédéric. It wasn't working so well... I didn't really know very much about Frédéric. It was hard to fill in his part of the conversation. Instead I focused on the location of my world-- it couldn't be at my ex-house, did Frédéric like cotton candy clouds?, do French people like strolling?... It went on like that for awhile, until I decided I would be alone in my world.
"Kynaree?" Valkyrie said, concerned.
"Huh?" I answered, taking a sip of my drink. When I returned to the real-world I noticed everyone had returned. I slid out of the booth before Valkyrie could continue, Nathan took my spot, but I really didn't mind. I looked around the small crowded area, not exactly sure who I was looking for at first. There was an instinct to look for a shiny crop of caramel hair. I had a moment of total utter confusion. During that moment I found myself seated next to a short, slender figure with the caramel hair and almost-black eyes. He didn't notice my presence at first, and I wondered whether I should've went back to the other table. Instead I spoke, "Cecil?"
He seemed genuinely surprised to find it was me who'd said his name. Spinning his bar stool to face me almost resulted in a fall to the floor, but he caught himself. "Kynaree," he said, pleasantly. As if we were old college roommates that hadn't seen each other in a few years. "How's your night goin'?" the sentence was British-accented slurred, garble.
"Are you drunk?" That question didn't really require an answer.
His smile turned into a grin, and he let out a chuckle, "Incredibly." A handful of mixed-nuts were shoved into his mouth and then he gulped a swallow of his drink. He spun his chair a little bit, until he almost fell off again. With a sheepish grin he said, "So, I was thinking. Maybe this whole," he motioned between us, "Uh, thing, er.. um can't think of the word..." I let him think, his smile turned triumphant. "Disagreement-- was a bit of an overreaction."
"Wait... Are you trying to tell me, I was overreacting?" I said, getting angry.
"No, no, well-- no. Um, you see hiccup, I don't really know what I want-- I've never really ever known what I want, but I know it involves you. So..." His face turned a sickly green color. "Excuse me for a second." He hurried to the bathroom. My expression was unsure at first, Cecil is so drunk right now he's not going to remember a thing tomorrow, I told myself, trying not to smile.
Cecil stumbled back, "False alarm" he assured me. He didn't sit down, instead he wrapped his arm around the back of my stool and around my shoulders, supporting himself upright. "You know what?"
"What?" I said, giggling at his attempt to sound sober.
"I'm really intoxicated right now," he laughed.
"You didn't finish what you were saying earlier," I told him.
"Oh..." his brow scrunched as he searched his brain, "In conclusion, I apologize. And if you don't take me back, then-- um, my life will have no meaning." He grinned stupidly, "That was super cheesy, wasn't it?... Sorry, I'll think of something better tomorrow. Right now. We're gonna go play a board game."
"What?" I wondered. He took hold of my wrist, and we walked over to the corner booth, where most of the others were hovering around. "Wait, is that where you guys were? You were picking up a board game?" I asked them.
Rivers laughed, "Yeah! We had this great idea."
As we walked back to the bar to meet up with the guys again I wondered if I should've combed out my hair. It was all tangled and damp after rinsing off all the chlorine from the pool. Frédéric would be there, would he think my hair was all nasty?
When we arrived I realized my worrying was pointless. The guys weren't even there. Aimée explained that they'd left awhile go, she didn't seem too happy about this either. Where were they? I wondered, trying to come up with theories. Most of the theories lead to alien abduction, so I quit thinking about it. Zoé got us all some drinks. We chatted for awhile, every so often mentioning our curiosity of where the guys were. I was in and out of conversation, going into my little world.
My own little world was very messed up at the moment. I was trying to reconstruct it. Usually Cecil was there with me, but I was trying to replace him with Frédéric. It wasn't working so well... I didn't really know very much about Frédéric. It was hard to fill in his part of the conversation. Instead I focused on the location of my world-- it couldn't be at my ex-house, did Frédéric like cotton candy clouds?, do French people like strolling?... It went on like that for awhile, until I decided I would be alone in my world.
"Kynaree?" Valkyrie said, concerned.
"Huh?" I answered, taking a sip of my drink. When I returned to the real-world I noticed everyone had returned. I slid out of the booth before Valkyrie could continue, Nathan took my spot, but I really didn't mind. I looked around the small crowded area, not exactly sure who I was looking for at first. There was an instinct to look for a shiny crop of caramel hair. I had a moment of total utter confusion. During that moment I found myself seated next to a short, slender figure with the caramel hair and almost-black eyes. He didn't notice my presence at first, and I wondered whether I should've went back to the other table. Instead I spoke, "Cecil?"
He seemed genuinely surprised to find it was me who'd said his name. Spinning his bar stool to face me almost resulted in a fall to the floor, but he caught himself. "Kynaree," he said, pleasantly. As if we were old college roommates that hadn't seen each other in a few years. "How's your night goin'?" the sentence was British-accented slurred, garble.
"Are you drunk?" That question didn't really require an answer.
His smile turned into a grin, and he let out a chuckle, "Incredibly." A handful of mixed-nuts were shoved into his mouth and then he gulped a swallow of his drink. He spun his chair a little bit, until he almost fell off again. With a sheepish grin he said, "So, I was thinking. Maybe this whole," he motioned between us, "Uh, thing, er.. um can't think of the word..." I let him think, his smile turned triumphant. "Disagreement-- was a bit of an overreaction."
"Wait... Are you trying to tell me, I was overreacting?" I said, getting angry.
"No, no, well-- no. Um, you see hiccup, I don't really know what I want-- I've never really ever known what I want, but I know it involves you. So..." His face turned a sickly green color. "Excuse me for a second." He hurried to the bathroom. My expression was unsure at first, Cecil is so drunk right now he's not going to remember a thing tomorrow, I told myself, trying not to smile.
Cecil stumbled back, "False alarm" he assured me. He didn't sit down, instead he wrapped his arm around the back of my stool and around my shoulders, supporting himself upright. "You know what?"
"What?" I said, giggling at his attempt to sound sober.
"I'm really intoxicated right now," he laughed.
"You didn't finish what you were saying earlier," I told him.
"Oh..." his brow scrunched as he searched his brain, "In conclusion, I apologize. And if you don't take me back, then-- um, my life will have no meaning." He grinned stupidly, "That was super cheesy, wasn't it?... Sorry, I'll think of something better tomorrow. Right now. We're gonna go play a board game."
"What?" I wondered. He took hold of my wrist, and we walked over to the corner booth, where most of the others were hovering around. "Wait, is that where you guys were? You were picking up a board game?" I asked them.
Rivers laughed, "Yeah! We had this great idea."