The sun was just beginning to set under the western horizon of Lake Tahoe, a calming burst of oranges, reds and yellows emanated by dual fireballs burning softly, one amongst the billowing, sherbet tinted clouds in the sky, and the other dancing upon the rippling surface of the sparkling waters of the lake. Birds were singing their afternoon songs, a daily ritual recalling the events of the day, the passing on of messages concerning where to find the crispest seeds, and how to pluck the freshest, juiciest worms from the soil on the forest floor.
For all the peace and tranquility surrounding him, Shane Hennessey was far from at peace. Alyssa Lockhart, the woman he would soon marry, had shouted him out the front door of his own house, cursing his stupidity for purchasing exactly the wrong pair of panties from the mall.
“I wanted Victoria’s Secret, not these... these… I don’t even know what to call these f*ing trash rags!” she bellowed, throwing the offending undergarments in his direction before storming into her room and slamming the door, the lock jangling noisily as she fumbled in trying to secure it in her unreasonable anger.
Instead of trying to console her as he often futilely did (and pointing out the fact that the item he had purchased was indeed a product of exalted VS), Shane had had enough of her relentless whining and decided to enjoy some fresh air on the spacious outdoor deck of his home. A small shot glass sat on a round wooden table next to him, the contents recently emptied to subdue the urge to break something into minuscule pieces.
He desired to escape from this nonsense, but he wasn’t sure how. His parents had disappeared on a three month long trip to Europe, leaving Shane alone to care for the house and “watch after” Alyssa, the bride to be that his mother had so “graciously” chosen for him.
“More like f*ing baby sit,” Shane grumbled out loud, slamming his open palm on the arm of the lounge chair in which he sat. The pain felt good – it helped to numb the frustration constantly bearing down on him. Once more he attacked the defenseless chair, this time clenching his fists tightly as he did so, the resulting blow splintering the soft polished wood.
Being a Friday afternoon, Shane would normally have had football practice, but his coach had put him on temporary suspension due to his rapidly developing drinking problem. “That f*ing bitch is ruining my f*ing football career,” he spat, picking up his glass and hurling it into the lake, the impact tossing water several feet into the air and disrupting the mesmerizing ballet of the sun’s reflection on the surface.
But Shane knew it was his own fault. Why couldn’t he just stand up to Alyssa, or to his parents, for that matter? Why’d he have to be such a f*ing idiot? He supposed there once was a time that he really loved the girl, but back then, she had purposefully concealed her true colors. Because he was so gullible, and because she had thoroughly convinced him that she truly had love for him, she used his weakness to her advantage and slithered her way into his parents’ favor, essentially becoming virtually untouchable. Shane had discovered in the worst way that all she wanted was his money, or his parents’ money, rather.
This, among other inexplicable, confusing emotions beginning to simmer agonizingly within him, led Shane to contact his long time childhood friend, Manny Kildriech, and invite him to a round of drinks at Turner’s Bar & Dance Club, a friendly neighborhood lounge on 10th Avenue. The conversation was admittedly a bit awkward; he hadn’t talked to Manny for nearly 3 months, but hearing his friend’s voice had cheered him up considerably, and he was looking forward to spending some time with him.
Ignoring Alyssa’s screeching coming from the den, a terrible sound that frightened a flock of birds to flight, Shane reentered the house and went to his room, cursing softly as he nearly slipped on the discarded pair of underwear on the way. Shane’s room was typically messy – football gear lay strewn about the wooden floor; his school helmet, two unwashed uniforms, shoulder pads, cups and jockstraps, socks, and his pair of shoes, all unmoved since he was suspended from the football team. The bed sat unmade, sheets and bedspread bundled together in a messy heap, and the closet looked as if it had vomited its contents onto the navy blue area rug lying in front of it.
Shane examined himself in the square mirror perched on top of his mahogany dresser, noticing a faint stubble that had grown on his chin and subsequently crawled up his cheeks since the day before. Not having enough time to shave, he changed into a baby blue long sleeve front buttoned shirt, a pair of crisp white khakis, removed his gold engagement ring (with a smirk), and put on his favorite black cap. After a few squirts of Ralph Lauren Double Black, he checked his reflection one last time, grabbed his brown leather jacket and snuck quietly out the front door.
Instead of getting into his Lamborghini, he decided to take the short leisurely stroll down West Lake Boulevard, making the right onto 10th Avenue after cheerfully greeting a pair of his female classmates. The bright, slightly gaudy neon sign outside of Turner’s – a depiction of a scantily clad woman holding a martini topped with a bright green olive – flashed on an off, the club’s subtle notification that it was Happy Hour.
Because it was still early, the interior was nearly empty. The dark entrance way lead straight into the main room, a comfortable space with leather couches in intimate booths, a large dance floor featuring a platform for the DJ, and a full service bar at the back. Instead of taking his usual seat at the counter, Shane sat at the booth closest to the bar, a nice private space with soft lightning from the flickering candles serving as the centerpiece.
“How’s it goin’, Shay Shay?” a silky voice said from behind the counter. The slender, smiling bartender had coined the playful nickname for Shane, something that was a bit of an embarrassment when he was with his college buddies.
“Alright, Rick. Doing alright,” Shane responded, trying his best to smile convincingly.
“Why so far away? Don’t care to keep me company today?”
“Nah, I’ve got a friend coming. Need a place we can just talk, tha’s all.”
Rick the bartender grinned suggestively. “So, a lady friend, is it? Did you finally take my advice and dump that tramp, Alyssa?”
Shane laughed. “Nah, no f*ing way. Just an old friend I invited for drinks. F*k, wouldn’t mind, though,” he sighed, taking his cell phone out of his pocket in case Manny called.
“Well, just mosey on over if you get lonely, Shay Shay. Care for your usual?”
“Yeah, thanks Rick,” Shane replied, resting his head in his hands while he waited for his friend to arrive…
~*~
Shane's call had been quite unexpected. It had been monthes since the two had last spoke to each other, but Manny was happy to hear from his old friend. It was a rather brief, awkward conversation, but Manny could sense something was badley wrong. He accepted Shane's invitation to Turner's in a heartbeat. He would find out was wrong then, when the pair talked to face to face.
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Manny pulled his t-shirt roughly over his head and examined himself in the mirror. His hair looked a bit scruffy in an oddly attractive sort of way; He had that just-out-of-bed look that so many strived for without even trying. He was wearing a tight fitting black t-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. He was a long limbed, wiry sort of person, so his choice of clothing suited him perfectly. Happy with his overall appearance, Manny headed for the door and slipped on his shoes: a worn pair of high tops that desperatly needed a bath.
Before leaving, Manny grabbed his keys and wallet off the hallway table, checking his wallet before placing it in his back pocket. He had about fifty dollars in cash on him, which would be more than enough for his little visit downtown. With that he headed out the door, making sure it was securely locked before making his way to the parking lot.
Manny drove a simple little black car. It was an ancient Cutlass and looked more like something a senior citizen should be driving. Perhaps it wasn't the prettiest damn thing on the road, but it was reliable.
He pulled up outside the club about ten minutes after Shane had arrived. It was early so he had no trouble finding a parking place. He checked his watch as he stepped inside the club, wondering if his friend had made it here before he did. Manny glanced at the bar. No Shane there. He probably decided on a booth...
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The waitress on duty, a beautiful young woman named Victoria, picked up the Mojito, a sprig of fresh mint hanging off the rim, and walked it over to Shane’s booth, a graceful and elegant rhythm in her steps.
“Hi, Shane,” she greeted, placing the glass on the table. “How are you?” She swished aside a strand of jet black hair that had fallen across her face, and draped it over her left ear.
“Been better, Vic,” Shane replied, enjoying a sip of his drink. “Bitch at home f*ing up my life.”
Victoria shook her head pitifully and touched Shane gently on the shoulder. “Are you still with Alyssa? What are you thinking, Shane? You’re a big boy, you can make your own choices, you know.”
Shane grunted in response, removed a $10 bill from his wallet, and shoved it into Victoria hand. Knowing that the subject was closed, Victoria took the money and strutted back to the counter, her heels clicking noisily. She quickly exchanged hushed words with the bartender before moving on to her next table, and Rick gazed concernedly in Shane’s direction while wiping down a pitcher.
After a few minutes of gazing absentmindedly at a group of obviously underage teenage boys undergoing an interrogation at the entrance by the bouncer, Shane heard the telltale sound of Manny’s ancient vehicle pulling into the parking lot. When Manny walked through the front door (the group of would be law breakers eying him with jealousy), Shane jumped up and hailed his friend over to his booth.
“’Sup, Manny,” Shane greeted happily, grasping his friend’s hand and shaking it roughly before sitting down. Something about Manny had always made him smile, whether it was the haphazard way his friend’s hair managed to fall into place despite not being combed, the rugged wardrobe that included jeans and figure hugging t-shirts (something that Shane was reluctant to wear despite his athletic figure), or his eccentric choice in footwear and accessories.
“What would you like?” Shane jumped nervously when Victoria spoke, not having noticed her arrival. “What was that, Shane?” she asked with a polite giggle.
“Whatever you get, it’s on me,” Shane insisted to Manny, ignoring Victoria’s question, and placed a pair of $20 bills on the table.
“So, tell me how you’ve been. You already know the sh*t tha’s goin’ on with me. Same old crap from the same old bitch. Man, I so need you right now,” he admitted, though he wished he had used a different choice of words as his ears turned a bright red. “Not like that, you know,” he added quickly, covering both his ears with his hands.
“F*k, Manny. Don’t know why I’m so f*ing stupid,” he continued after a moment of recovery. “Being alone with Alyssa for three months is gonna f*in’ kill me, sh*t,” he swore, taking a large gulp of his Mojito, the burning in his throat soothing.
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"Hey, man!" Manny greeted, taking the seat across from his friend in the booth. The dark circles under Shane's eyes didn't escape his attention. Maybe Alyssa was finally starting to wear the poor guy down?
“What would you like?”
Manny looked up at the pretty waitress and smiled, though Shane seemed startled by her sudden arrival. "A bloody mary for me, if you don't mind." He didn't fight his friend's insistance on paying. Manny knew it was a battle he couldn't win -- no matter how stubborn he was.
With a nod, the waitress strolled off to get his drink, leaving the pair of them alone.
“So, tell me how you’ve been. You already know the sh*t tha’s goin’ on with me. Same old crap from the same old bitch. Man, I so need you right now,” he admitted, though he wished he had used a different choice of words as his ears turned a bright red. “Not like that, you know,” he added quickly, covering both his ears with his hands.
“F*k, Manny. Don’t know why I’m so f*ing stupid,” he continued after a moment of recovery. “Being alone with Alyssa for three months is gonna f*in’ kill me, sh*t,” he swore, taking a large gulp of his Mojito, the burning in his throat soothing.
There it was. Of course he was still with Alyssa. Manny just didn't understand why on earth Shane allowed himself to be pushed around by that selfish woman. It was obvious she could care less about Shane. Just so long as she could leech off the wealth of his family, nothing else mattered. Manny had always hated her from the start. She always put on that innocent little smile, but Manny always so through her act. Her eyes and snide little remarks told him everything. Despite all his warnings, the two had stayed together even after they both graduated from high school. And when their engagement was announced, Manny had been absolutely dumbstruck.
What was keeping Shane from just breaking it off?!
"Same old same for me as well. College and such. You know how it goes."
"And its nice to talk to you again. It really is. You know you can call me anytime you need me." He couldn't help but smirk a little at Shane's ever so slightly homophobic interjection, but for the most part he just shrugged it off. Me thinks the lady doth protest to much. He held back his little jest and continued on with the conversation.
"But really, the whole Alyssa thing! Just end it, for fuck's sake!" He growled, trying to stear things back to If you're going around saying things like that about the woman you're supposed to be marrying then you obviously don't want to be with her. You never really have. She's a repugnant, selfish person and you know it."
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"But really, the whole Alyssa thing! Just end it, for f*k's sake!"
“Ah, you don’t understand my f*ing parents, Manny,” Shane responded, exasperatedly rubbing his forehead with both hands. “If you were threatened to be cut off from all of your money for the rest of your f*ing life if you broke up with a girl, wouldn’t you be sh*ttin’ your pants about it?”
Shane was happy that Manny was there with him, despite the spouting of the same advice that all of his other friends had been giving him – just break it off. It seemed logical enough – dump the bitch and tell her to f*k off, but there were other factors, other troubling financial factors, weighing Shane down. But was all that money really worth this misery? Was having a good relationship with his parents worth it, either? Was he just thinking too f*ing much?
“To tell you the f*ing truth, Manny, I don’t know why the hell I’m still with her. Sh*t, I must seem like a f*ing dumbass to you,” Shane said, taking another gulp of his drink.
“Hey Vic, can you fill me up?” Shane asked the waitress as she flitted by, her tray half full of empty glasses.
“Alright, Shane. Be right back,” she assented, picking up his glass and adding it to the tray. She beamed when he handed her another $10 without asking for change, and he smiled warmly in return. If there was anything Shane was good at, it was giving away his money to people who needed it, although that was exactly the kind of charity that his father didn’t take too kindly to.
Shane sat silently for a few minutes, staring blankly at a piece of white lint on the front of Manny’s shirt, mulling things over in his head. “What do you think I should do, Manny?” Shane asked of his friend, downing nearly all of his drink in one breathless gulp.
An idea suddenly came to him, but he wasn’t sure if Manny would be amicable to it. Hell, he knew Alyssa wouldn’t like it, and she’d likely blab to his parents, but maybe if he talked to them first…
“How’d you like to stay at my place for awhile?” Shane blurted out. “I could use the company, and we can just hang together, like when we were kids. Just for a few days, so I can have someone to talk to besides that f*ing bitch.”
~*~
The waitress sat Manny's drink down on the table as she took away Shane's empty glass. He took a grateful sip of his drink as he listened to his old friend talk.
Money.
Hadn't Shane ever thought of getting out on his own? He could get a job and start saving. It really was a terrible though - having to give up all that money! But Manny liked to think there were more important things than that. Shane was miserable as things were, being poor for awhile wouldn't hurt him would it? Things would be tough, but it was doable. Manny wouldn't even mind sharing his apartment with his friend until he got things together. Wouldn't that be better than living with that woman? Manny was able to deal with living on his own... so why couldn't Shane? He wasn't that much of a spoiled rich kid was he?
Before Manny could make his suggestion, Shane blurted out, “How’d you like to stay at my place for awhile?”
That certainly wasn't going to fix things, but at least it would give his friend a little bit of releif. Manny couldn't help but cringe at the thought of having to live with Alyssa for any length of time. Even if it was for just a few days.
"Alyssa probably won't appreciate that... and you know I can't stand her. I'll end up snapping on her. What about my place? Its not a big apartment, but it's cozy. Really, its up to you though," Manny offered, pulling the celery stalk from his drink and taking a big bite.
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"Alyssa probably won't appreciate that... and you know I can't stand her. I'll end up snapping on her. What about my place? It’s not a big apartment, but it's cozy. Really, it’s up to you though.”
There was a lot of noise and motion coming from the dance floor, now reasonably packed with people dancing to the spinning of a local DJ named WHI-TE. Shane flagged down Victoria for another refill, and he noticed two other waitresses had joined her in serving the customers, Bianca and Tiffany, two girls that cheered for his college football team, and they both gave him a playful wink as they moved between tables. Shane downed the glass that Victoria brought in one gulp, determined to maintain the warm buzz he had so effectively established.
“Stay at your place? F*k, would be nice to get outta the house,” Shane said, wiping his lips on his sleeve. “Sh*t, you know what, Manny? That would be really f*ing nice. Can I go with you tonight, right after this? I say f*k it, I’m not even going to go home and pick up nothin’.”
Feeling a renewed sense of… well, a renewed sense of something, Shane stood up forcefully and slammed his thighs on the table, the resulting jolt knocking his glass to the floor. The area rug below the table prevented any shattering, although Shane did receive a slightly reproachful look from Rick.
“Sorry,” Shane said loudly, and Rick couldn’t help but smile broadly back.
“No worries, Shay Shay. No harm done,” he replied. “Are you alright?”
“Fine, fine. Hey, Rick, can you do me a big f*ing favor? Can you take care of my bike for a few days? I’m leaving town for a little bit and I’m not going home first.”
“Oh, may I ask where you’re going?”
“To my friend’s place. More importantly, away from f*ing Alyssa.”
Rick smiled. “Good for you.”
As Shane walked back towards the table, he nearly stumbled and grabbed onto Manny’s shoulder to prevent himself from falling headfirst into the corner of the table. “Sh*t, tha’s what I get for not eating anything first. I’m so f*ing ready to go. Can we get outta here, Manny?”
Victoria had come back to the counter and saw Shane almost topple over. “That boy really can’t hold his liquor too well, can he?” she chuckled to Rick, who smiled in response.
“Yes, he’s quite the character, that Shane. It’s too bad he can be such a knucklehead sometimes,” Rick replied, skillfully assembling a Lava Flow as he spoke.
“It looks like they’re leaving. I’m going to say my goodbyes.” He placed the Lava Flow on Tiffany’s tray, opened the counter flap, and walked over to Shane’s booth.
“Hi. Manny, right? I must say that I’m rather jealous of you. Taking a drunken Shane home with me has always been a dream of mine,” he said playfully, winking at Manny. “But in all seriousness, please take care of him. The poor boy has been having a lot problems lately, and I don’t think he has much emotional strength left.”
“What are you talkin’ about?” Shane sputtered, obviously more than a little tipsy.
Rick laughed and steadied Shane by firmly grasping his elbow. “None of your concern, Shay Shay. I think you’ve had enough. No more for you, now. Manny, you can drive him to wherever he needs to go, I assume? You seem much more level headed than he does, at the moment. You might have to walk him to your car, unless you want him to fall and scrape his knees.”
~*~
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Unexpected Affection ( )
by LightningFox111 on Tue Apr 28, 2009 1:31 am
To have loved and lost is better than never having loved at all...
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Re: Unexpected Affection ( )
by diabolicalxdamsel on Tue Apr 28, 2009 3:13 am
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Re: Unexpected Affection ( )
by m00se4brainz on Tue Apr 28, 2009 12:01 pm
((Uh, diabolicalxdamsel, I don't know if you made a mistake or not, or maybe you just got excited at seeing a new RP, but this is a closed RP between myself and Fox. A PRP in other words. Sorry. Please delete your post.))
Manny put his hand on Shane's arm, half to support him, half to just make sure he didn't topple over and bang his head on the floor. He was grateful when a man came over and held his elbow, allowing Manny to slide out of the booth and stand up. He could smell the alcohol on Shane's breath, pungent and acrid. He tried not to openly wince at the smell as he took the man's arm, turning his attention to the two who had come over to bid farewell.
A woman---"Vic" was what Shane had called her---expressed her feelings about him being able to take Shane home. He couldn't imagine why she would be jealous. Dealing with a drunk wasn't exactly fun. But then again, if she could get into his pants, then what did it matter what the consequences were afterward and if he barfed all over the carpet?
But see, Manny wasn't like Vic. He wasn't exactly hoping to screw around with Shane. He doubted the man needed such attention anyway. He was having a hard enough time as it was dealing with his woman he didn't need an old friend expressing homosexual desire for him. Besides, he didn't think Shane to swing that way anyway. Weak in mind though he may have been---proof of this was the way he had a hard time standing up to both fiancee and parents---his pole did not bend.
Or... at least that's what Manny assumed. He'd be very surprised if he was wrong.
"Y-Yeah..." he replied to the woman, smiling somewhat awkwardly in return. And to the man---the bartender, he knew---he gave a nod. "I will."
He didn't plan on leaving Shane to wallow in misery on his own. Slinging the man's arm around his shoulders, Manny reached around and caught the belt loop of his pants for support. "C'mon, Shane. Let's get you out of here."
With that, and a polite nod at the other two people, Manny proceeded to escort (and maybe drag somewhat) his friend out of the building. It was a slow, clumsy process, but he managed to get them both out of there and into the open air. Manny fumbled in his pockets for his keys as they walked to his car---such an ancient thing, it was perplexing to many why he still kept it around--- and when they came to the passenger door, he had Shane lean against the side so he could find the right key and shove it in the hole. He unlocked it and opened up the door, turning back to Shane.
"Just don't throw up in my car, man. I'll make you eat it afterward if you do." Hand slipping under arm, Manny guided Shane into the seat.
Manny put his hand on Shane's arm, half to support him, half to just make sure he didn't topple over and bang his head on the floor. He was grateful when a man came over and held his elbow, allowing Manny to slide out of the booth and stand up. He could smell the alcohol on Shane's breath, pungent and acrid. He tried not to openly wince at the smell as he took the man's arm, turning his attention to the two who had come over to bid farewell.
A woman---"Vic" was what Shane had called her---expressed her feelings about him being able to take Shane home. He couldn't imagine why she would be jealous. Dealing with a drunk wasn't exactly fun. But then again, if she could get into his pants, then what did it matter what the consequences were afterward and if he barfed all over the carpet?
But see, Manny wasn't like Vic. He wasn't exactly hoping to screw around with Shane. He doubted the man needed such attention anyway. He was having a hard enough time as it was dealing with his woman he didn't need an old friend expressing homosexual desire for him. Besides, he didn't think Shane to swing that way anyway. Weak in mind though he may have been---proof of this was the way he had a hard time standing up to both fiancee and parents---his pole did not bend.
Or... at least that's what Manny assumed. He'd be very surprised if he was wrong.
"Y-Yeah..." he replied to the woman, smiling somewhat awkwardly in return. And to the man---the bartender, he knew---he gave a nod. "I will."
He didn't plan on leaving Shane to wallow in misery on his own. Slinging the man's arm around his shoulders, Manny reached around and caught the belt loop of his pants for support. "C'mon, Shane. Let's get you out of here."
With that, and a polite nod at the other two people, Manny proceeded to escort (and maybe drag somewhat) his friend out of the building. It was a slow, clumsy process, but he managed to get them both out of there and into the open air. Manny fumbled in his pockets for his keys as they walked to his car---such an ancient thing, it was perplexing to many why he still kept it around--- and when they came to the passenger door, he had Shane lean against the side so he could find the right key and shove it in the hole. He unlocked it and opened up the door, turning back to Shane.
"Just don't throw up in my car, man. I'll make you eat it afterward if you do." Hand slipping under arm, Manny guided Shane into the seat.
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Re: Unexpected Affection ( )
by diabolicalxdamsel on Tue Apr 28, 2009 1:15 pm
((Damn. Sorry then. THIS is why they should keep the private rp forum. Or perhaps private rps should be labeled as such to avoid confusion.))
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Re: Unexpected Affection ( )
by LightningFox111 on Tue Apr 28, 2009 6:14 pm
A confusing, swirling haze of shifting colors and a bizarre sounding hodgepodge of various familiar voices chatting rapidly around him was the most that Shane could remember of the inside of the bar, though his senses sharpened slightly as the cool, refreshing night air soothed his hot, flushed cheeks. He was aware that he was being moved and guided along by someone, but had no desire – or cognitive ability – to support himself, so he allowed his body to be positioned this way, and moved that way, and didn’t protest when a hand firmly grasped him under the arm, an action that would normally have resulted in a fit of tickled laughter and vigorous physical protest.
Shane barely understood what Manny said to him, but he did remember hearing the word “eat”, and it made him rather hungry. “Sure, I want something to eat. I’m f*ing starving!” he slurred, loudly clapping his hand against the car door’s interior handle. Faintly aware of the car starting, he futilely attempted to roll down the passenger window, but couldn’t seem to locate the right button.
“Hey, I’m in Manny’s car,” he exclaimed happily, a goofy broad grin on his face. Although he was more than just a little inebriated, he could still recognize everything he liked about the familiar vehicle, from the quirky sound of the engine as it struggled up hills, to the comfortable feeling of the old seat upholstery brushing against his skin, and the fickle nature of the passenger side seatbelt, always catching as you tried to fasten it, almost as if the car had just been in a forceful collision.
He absently tried to reach for a cigarette in the compartment behind the stick shift, forgetting in his current state that both he and Manny had resolved to quit smoking more than a year ago, and he groped through the contents for about a minute before realizing what he was looking for wasn’t in there. “Man, you out of smokes again? Sh*t, what did I tell you ‘bout that?”
“Sh*t, all this talking is f*ing tiresome. Alyssa’s gonna be pissed off at me for coming home drunk, but sh*t, I don’t give a sh*t,” Shane said, not remembering that he had just taken an offer to stay at Manny’s place for a few days. “I’m tired, man. Wake me up when we get there.”
He immediately succumbed to a deep sleep, snoring a bit loudly as his head rested against the passenger side window.
Shane barely understood what Manny said to him, but he did remember hearing the word “eat”, and it made him rather hungry. “Sure, I want something to eat. I’m f*ing starving!” he slurred, loudly clapping his hand against the car door’s interior handle. Faintly aware of the car starting, he futilely attempted to roll down the passenger window, but couldn’t seem to locate the right button.
“Hey, I’m in Manny’s car,” he exclaimed happily, a goofy broad grin on his face. Although he was more than just a little inebriated, he could still recognize everything he liked about the familiar vehicle, from the quirky sound of the engine as it struggled up hills, to the comfortable feeling of the old seat upholstery brushing against his skin, and the fickle nature of the passenger side seatbelt, always catching as you tried to fasten it, almost as if the car had just been in a forceful collision.
He absently tried to reach for a cigarette in the compartment behind the stick shift, forgetting in his current state that both he and Manny had resolved to quit smoking more than a year ago, and he groped through the contents for about a minute before realizing what he was looking for wasn’t in there. “Man, you out of smokes again? Sh*t, what did I tell you ‘bout that?”
“Sh*t, all this talking is f*ing tiresome. Alyssa’s gonna be pissed off at me for coming home drunk, but sh*t, I don’t give a sh*t,” Shane said, not remembering that he had just taken an offer to stay at Manny’s place for a few days. “I’m tired, man. Wake me up when we get there.”
He immediately succumbed to a deep sleep, snoring a bit loudly as his head rested against the passenger side window.
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Re: Unexpected Affection ( )
by m00se4brainz on Tue Apr 28, 2009 7:35 pm
Manny looked at Shane and sighed. He was so trashed, it was beyond funny. It was actually kinda sad. And all because he sought comfort in alcohol instead of taking a different route. He shook his head as he slid into the driver's seat and buckled up. He let Shane grin like a fool in the passenger seat, too far from reality to really pay attention to the reality of things.
Yes, he was in Manny's car. This was because Shane wasn't sober enough to even try driving. He wasn't trusted behind a wheel of any kind in this state. And yes, there were no cigarettes in his car because Manny hadn't picked up a cigarette in a long time. Though they were his precious vice, he resolved to quit many months ago. So far, he was doing a good job. He had no plan on starting up again if he could help it, too.
So ignoring the fact that Shane must've been annoyed at this, Manny merely concentrated on the road, driving down the street as the other man exerted the last of his energy. It almost made him crack a smile that Shane had forgotten he wasn't going to be going home tonight. Manny almost sounded like a kidnapper. But the way he saw it, he was doing Shane a favor. Though the turn of events was unexpected---he didn't exactly think he'd be taking home his best friend because the guy didn't want to be around his bitch of a fiancee---he was rather grateful.
This meant Shane wasn't going to be around her, and was less likely to hurt himself or anyone else around him in the unstable state he was in. Granted, this didn't exempt Manny, but whatever. He could handle himself. Sorta. Probably. ....Hopefully. Manny didn't exactly make it a habit to test his physical strength on a regular basis. And he wasn't exactly a football player like Shane either.
Oh well. With his luck, Shane would just pass out in front of the toilet, then he'd drag his ass to the couch or something, and the guy'll sleep off the alcohol for the night. And if Manny felt spiteful enough, he'd take a marker to his face. Teach him a lesson for being such an idiot and letting people cow him around.
When they came to a stoplight, Manny noticed that Shane hadn't put on his seat belt. Risking a moment to shift over, he put the car in park for a second and leaned around his friend to snag the belt. He drew it across Shane and shoved it in the little clicker. Whatever it was called. He didn't pull back right away, looking at Shane's sleeping face. He snored like a train but at least he was at ease.
Manny shook his head and returned to his seat, shifting back into gear and starting off again when the light changed color. He was quiet for the rest of the drive out, cruising along down the road at almost speed-limit breaking speeds. He didn't turn on the radio even to the lowest of volumes. He didn't even open the windows though the car was starting to smell like the club which they came from and alcohol. He didn't touch anything until---at last---they finally arrived to his place, slowing down as they came to his street.
He rolled up to the parking lot and slid into his designated spot, shutting his baby off before he turned to Shane and unbuckled the both of them. Grabbing his shoulder, he gave the man a shake, trying to rouse him. "Shane... Shane...! Wake up! We're at my place." He didn't wait to see if the man would open his eyes, instead getting out the car, keys in his pocket, and coming around to his side and yanking his door open. "C'mon, Shane! Ya stupid fat drunkard," he added under his breath, though he didn't really mean it. He just didn't like dealing with drunk people, especially those who were bigger than him. Manny bent to take his arm and help him out so they could go up the stairs to his apartment.
Yes, he was in Manny's car. This was because Shane wasn't sober enough to even try driving. He wasn't trusted behind a wheel of any kind in this state. And yes, there were no cigarettes in his car because Manny hadn't picked up a cigarette in a long time. Though they were his precious vice, he resolved to quit many months ago. So far, he was doing a good job. He had no plan on starting up again if he could help it, too.
So ignoring the fact that Shane must've been annoyed at this, Manny merely concentrated on the road, driving down the street as the other man exerted the last of his energy. It almost made him crack a smile that Shane had forgotten he wasn't going to be going home tonight. Manny almost sounded like a kidnapper. But the way he saw it, he was doing Shane a favor. Though the turn of events was unexpected---he didn't exactly think he'd be taking home his best friend because the guy didn't want to be around his bitch of a fiancee---he was rather grateful.
This meant Shane wasn't going to be around her, and was less likely to hurt himself or anyone else around him in the unstable state he was in. Granted, this didn't exempt Manny, but whatever. He could handle himself. Sorta. Probably. ....Hopefully. Manny didn't exactly make it a habit to test his physical strength on a regular basis. And he wasn't exactly a football player like Shane either.
Oh well. With his luck, Shane would just pass out in front of the toilet, then he'd drag his ass to the couch or something, and the guy'll sleep off the alcohol for the night. And if Manny felt spiteful enough, he'd take a marker to his face. Teach him a lesson for being such an idiot and letting people cow him around.
When they came to a stoplight, Manny noticed that Shane hadn't put on his seat belt. Risking a moment to shift over, he put the car in park for a second and leaned around his friend to snag the belt. He drew it across Shane and shoved it in the little clicker. Whatever it was called. He didn't pull back right away, looking at Shane's sleeping face. He snored like a train but at least he was at ease.
Manny shook his head and returned to his seat, shifting back into gear and starting off again when the light changed color. He was quiet for the rest of the drive out, cruising along down the road at almost speed-limit breaking speeds. He didn't turn on the radio even to the lowest of volumes. He didn't even open the windows though the car was starting to smell like the club which they came from and alcohol. He didn't touch anything until---at last---they finally arrived to his place, slowing down as they came to his street.
He rolled up to the parking lot and slid into his designated spot, shutting his baby off before he turned to Shane and unbuckled the both of them. Grabbing his shoulder, he gave the man a shake, trying to rouse him. "Shane... Shane...! Wake up! We're at my place." He didn't wait to see if the man would open his eyes, instead getting out the car, keys in his pocket, and coming around to his side and yanking his door open. "C'mon, Shane! Ya stupid fat drunkard," he added under his breath, though he didn't really mean it. He just didn't like dealing with drunk people, especially those who were bigger than him. Manny bent to take his arm and help him out so they could go up the stairs to his apartment.
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m00se4brainz - Member for 3 years
Re: Unexpected Affection ( )
by LightningFox111 on Wed Apr 29, 2009 3:55 am
Shane grunted groggily in protest as Manny hefted him roughly out of the car. “I don’t wanna,” he grumbled sleepily, his knees nearly buckling as he painstakingly straightened up, his head nearly bumping into the roof. The night air had gotten frostier since the two started driving, and the chill was exacerbated by a constant, gentle night breeze. Shane subconsciously leaned more heavily onto his friend in order to stifle the cold, and he pressed his arm more firmly against Manny’s back to enjoy the warmth coming from his body. His fingers tightly gripped Manny’s waistline as they carefully took the ascent up the stone staircase one slow step at a time, the crescent moon smiling playfully in the darkened sky and illuminating the strained effort with a soft and encouraging glow.
Shane forced Manny to support most of his weight once they reached the top of the stairs, and the pair nearly toppled over as Manny struggled to unlock the door and support his drunken charge at the same time. The inside of the apartment was comfortably warm, and Shane, while still a bit out of sorts, began to regain a sense of where he was and what was going on. “Sh*t man, I’m so f*ing sorry. I’m a f*ing mess right now,” he moaned as he made a comical attempt to lie on the couch, ending up on the floor in front of it instead, two cushions tumbling down on top of him.
“Sh*t,” he swore, rubbing his forehead with his hands. The ceiling began to spin as he gazed up at it, so he closed his eyes in an effort to stave off the impending nausea. Memories started trickling back to him as his mind became slightly less foggy – his fight with Alyssa, meeting Manny at the bar, and agreeing to stay at his apartment for a few days.
“F*k, dude. I’m so sorry for imposing on you like this, man,” he apologized while trying to find a more comfortable position on the floor. The cool polished wood felt good against his flushed, increasingly warm arms, so – after many unsuccessful attempts at the buttons – he took off his shirt and flung it roughly onto a nearby chair, then rolled slowly onto his back, and then onto his stomach, and then onto his back again, allowing the cold floor to siphon the heat. He continued rolling about for a few minutes until he felt that his body temperature was a little more bearable.
“Manny, I think I’m just gonna f*ing crash on your floor. I can’t move,” he muttered, his eyes getting heavy as the need for sleep bore down on him. He wasn’t sure where Manny was at the moment, but he could feel his presence, and somehow that made him slightly more comfortable.
In his pants pocket, his phone was vibrating, and had been vibrating nonstop since they left the bar, but he wasn’t aware enough to notice it. Unbeknownst to Shane, Alyssa had called nearly 15 times, leaving several irritated and angry messages.
Shane forced Manny to support most of his weight once they reached the top of the stairs, and the pair nearly toppled over as Manny struggled to unlock the door and support his drunken charge at the same time. The inside of the apartment was comfortably warm, and Shane, while still a bit out of sorts, began to regain a sense of where he was and what was going on. “Sh*t man, I’m so f*ing sorry. I’m a f*ing mess right now,” he moaned as he made a comical attempt to lie on the couch, ending up on the floor in front of it instead, two cushions tumbling down on top of him.
“Sh*t,” he swore, rubbing his forehead with his hands. The ceiling began to spin as he gazed up at it, so he closed his eyes in an effort to stave off the impending nausea. Memories started trickling back to him as his mind became slightly less foggy – his fight with Alyssa, meeting Manny at the bar, and agreeing to stay at his apartment for a few days.
“F*k, dude. I’m so sorry for imposing on you like this, man,” he apologized while trying to find a more comfortable position on the floor. The cool polished wood felt good against his flushed, increasingly warm arms, so – after many unsuccessful attempts at the buttons – he took off his shirt and flung it roughly onto a nearby chair, then rolled slowly onto his back, and then onto his stomach, and then onto his back again, allowing the cold floor to siphon the heat. He continued rolling about for a few minutes until he felt that his body temperature was a little more bearable.
“Manny, I think I’m just gonna f*ing crash on your floor. I can’t move,” he muttered, his eyes getting heavy as the need for sleep bore down on him. He wasn’t sure where Manny was at the moment, but he could feel his presence, and somehow that made him slightly more comfortable.
In his pants pocket, his phone was vibrating, and had been vibrating nonstop since they left the bar, but he wasn’t aware enough to notice it. Unbeknownst to Shane, Alyssa had called nearly 15 times, leaving several irritated and angry messages.
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LightningFox111 - Member for 4 years
Re: Unexpected Affection ( )
by m00se4brainz on Wed Apr 29, 2009 11:29 am
Manny could only watch as Shane collapsed on the floor, rolling about like some sort of slug dragged out of his home and just as disoriented in a new place. He sighed and let the man do as he pleased while he went to the kitchen and got himself something to drink. No, it wasn't alcohol. Just water. Nice, cold water that would probably do the both of them good.
He listened absently to the man garble words that he purposely ignored. He knew the man wasn't exactly in his right mind, saying he wanted to just fall asleep on the floor. Manny wasn't going to have it. Not only would he have to wake up to Shane's bitching the morning after for having a stiff back after sleeping on the floor, he'd likely have to deal with his hangover too. That was going to be a lovely adventure for him, he knew it.
Wandering back to the living room and sitting down on the couch next to Shane, he leaned against his knees and looked down at his stupid, drunk friend. He really was such a mess. Manny dipped his fingers in his glass of water and flicked the cold droplets on Shane's face.
"Don't sleep on the floor," he chastized. He dipped his fingers in again and flicked him one more time. After taking a swallow, he put the glass aside and bent down to pick Shane up. At least the couch was so close; he didn't want to even try to drag him over to the bed after that flight of stairs. That was hell to do.
He dragged Shane up and shoved him onto the cushions, putting back the ones that fell off. He nearly fell on top of Shane as he did so---the man was freakin' dead weight! Sitting on the edge of the couch he felt Shane's pants vibrate. Knowing it to be a phone, and that Shane was to inebriated to realize it was even happening, Manny took the liberty of reaching inside and pulling it out.
Looking at the screen, he saw that there were several missed calls. Alyssa. Manny had a few choice words about her. None of them were nice. With a sneer, he went through the history and deleted her. He listened to the voicemails as well and deleted them too. Served her right.
Once she was gone from everything but the phonebook itself, he shut the phone completely off and hid it in a drawer in his kitchen. Shane didn't need someone like her hounding him all the time. She could fend for her damn self for once instead of leeching off of someone else like the fucking gold digger she was.
Manny slapped a hand to his forehead and took a deep breath. He sighed heavily. He wasn't supposed to be getting angry; he was supposed to just concentrate on Shane and make sure he didn't drown in his own vomit. But it was hard to think about him and not think about Alyssa as well, especially since she was part of the problem.
Returning to the couch, Manny sat on the armrest and just watched over Shane, drinking his water that he'd picked up again. He doubted he could trust himself to be too far away from Shane when the man may need him. But...in time, when it seemed that Shane wasn't going to accidentally die in his sleep, Manny wandered over to his bedroom. He shed his clothes and threw himself in bed, haphazardly wrapping himself up in his blanket before falling asleep.
He listened absently to the man garble words that he purposely ignored. He knew the man wasn't exactly in his right mind, saying he wanted to just fall asleep on the floor. Manny wasn't going to have it. Not only would he have to wake up to Shane's bitching the morning after for having a stiff back after sleeping on the floor, he'd likely have to deal with his hangover too. That was going to be a lovely adventure for him, he knew it.
Wandering back to the living room and sitting down on the couch next to Shane, he leaned against his knees and looked down at his stupid, drunk friend. He really was such a mess. Manny dipped his fingers in his glass of water and flicked the cold droplets on Shane's face.
"Don't sleep on the floor," he chastized. He dipped his fingers in again and flicked him one more time. After taking a swallow, he put the glass aside and bent down to pick Shane up. At least the couch was so close; he didn't want to even try to drag him over to the bed after that flight of stairs. That was hell to do.
He dragged Shane up and shoved him onto the cushions, putting back the ones that fell off. He nearly fell on top of Shane as he did so---the man was freakin' dead weight! Sitting on the edge of the couch he felt Shane's pants vibrate. Knowing it to be a phone, and that Shane was to inebriated to realize it was even happening, Manny took the liberty of reaching inside and pulling it out.
Looking at the screen, he saw that there were several missed calls. Alyssa. Manny had a few choice words about her. None of them were nice. With a sneer, he went through the history and deleted her. He listened to the voicemails as well and deleted them too. Served her right.
Once she was gone from everything but the phonebook itself, he shut the phone completely off and hid it in a drawer in his kitchen. Shane didn't need someone like her hounding him all the time. She could fend for her damn self for once instead of leeching off of someone else like the fucking gold digger she was.
Manny slapped a hand to his forehead and took a deep breath. He sighed heavily. He wasn't supposed to be getting angry; he was supposed to just concentrate on Shane and make sure he didn't drown in his own vomit. But it was hard to think about him and not think about Alyssa as well, especially since she was part of the problem.
Returning to the couch, Manny sat on the armrest and just watched over Shane, drinking his water that he'd picked up again. He doubted he could trust himself to be too far away from Shane when the man may need him. But...in time, when it seemed that Shane wasn't going to accidentally die in his sleep, Manny wandered over to his bedroom. He shed his clothes and threw himself in bed, haphazardly wrapping himself up in his blanket before falling asleep.
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m00se4brainz - Member for 3 years
Re: Unexpected Affection ( )
by LightningFox111 on Wed Apr 29, 2009 2:28 pm
The sound of birds reciting their energetic morning songs from a tree branch just outside of Manny’s apartment window woke Shane from the previous night’s deep dreamless sleep. The fabric on the couch cushions stuck uncomfortably to Shane’s bare, sweaty back, and he yanked them up into an upright position as he slowly righted himself. Sweat glistened on his shaved head as the sun began to peek through the window, his short blonde hair plastered into an awkward position, and he grabbed his discarded shirt to roughly wipe himself down.
“Sh*t, my f*ing head,” he grumbled to himself, squeezing his pounding temples tightly with his hands. The glass of water that Manny had left was sitting at the edge of the table, and he felt very thankful for his friend’s thoughtfulness as he picked it up and consumed the lukewarm contents in its entirety. When he stood up, the throbbing in his head worsened considerably, and he nearly lost his balance as he stumbled toward the bathroom, noisily knocking over an umbrella stand in the hallway.
The cold tiles under his feet were soothing, and he enjoyed the sensation by standing motionless in the doorway for a few minutes. Desperately wanting to take a shower, Shane noticed that there was only one blue towel hanging from the rack in front of the toilet, but he figured that Manny wouldn’t mind if he borrowed it. After relieving himself of a veritable waterfall of fluid, he pulled down his pants and stepped into the shower, not bothering to close the door, as was his custom at home (a custom that Alyssa had found unbelievably infuriating).
The tap was only slightly familiar to Shane, having only used it a couple times, so he fiddled with it for a bit, first receiving a blast of icy cold water – something that sharpened his senses to a pin point – and then scalding himself with water that was much too hot. “F*k this stupid f*ing thing,” he cursed rather loudly, finally adjusting the temperature to a bearable one. The water felt good flowing over the curves and crannies of his body, the filth of the previous night washing away both physically and psychologically.
His mind was now clear, and his memories were readily available (despite the dreadful hangover). Alyssa had shouted him out of the house, he had called up Manny and went to the bar, and made a fool of himself by getting too drunk. And now he was in Manny’s apartment, and he could vaguely remember lying on the cold hardwood floor, and then being hoisted up onto the couch before succumbing to sleep.
Searching around for a bar of soap, Shane only found a bottle of what appeared to be body wash. A pouf – something Shane knew Alyssa had at least 4 of – was hanging from the shower head rack. “Mmm, watermelon,” he laughed to himself, squirting a generous amount onto the alien bathing device. “Gonna smell like a f*ing chick after this.”
He methodically began to scrub himself as he normally did, now feeling good enough to whistle a tuneless melody as he did so.
“Sh*t, my f*ing head,” he grumbled to himself, squeezing his pounding temples tightly with his hands. The glass of water that Manny had left was sitting at the edge of the table, and he felt very thankful for his friend’s thoughtfulness as he picked it up and consumed the lukewarm contents in its entirety. When he stood up, the throbbing in his head worsened considerably, and he nearly lost his balance as he stumbled toward the bathroom, noisily knocking over an umbrella stand in the hallway.
The cold tiles under his feet were soothing, and he enjoyed the sensation by standing motionless in the doorway for a few minutes. Desperately wanting to take a shower, Shane noticed that there was only one blue towel hanging from the rack in front of the toilet, but he figured that Manny wouldn’t mind if he borrowed it. After relieving himself of a veritable waterfall of fluid, he pulled down his pants and stepped into the shower, not bothering to close the door, as was his custom at home (a custom that Alyssa had found unbelievably infuriating).
The tap was only slightly familiar to Shane, having only used it a couple times, so he fiddled with it for a bit, first receiving a blast of icy cold water – something that sharpened his senses to a pin point – and then scalding himself with water that was much too hot. “F*k this stupid f*ing thing,” he cursed rather loudly, finally adjusting the temperature to a bearable one. The water felt good flowing over the curves and crannies of his body, the filth of the previous night washing away both physically and psychologically.
His mind was now clear, and his memories were readily available (despite the dreadful hangover). Alyssa had shouted him out of the house, he had called up Manny and went to the bar, and made a fool of himself by getting too drunk. And now he was in Manny’s apartment, and he could vaguely remember lying on the cold hardwood floor, and then being hoisted up onto the couch before succumbing to sleep.
Searching around for a bar of soap, Shane only found a bottle of what appeared to be body wash. A pouf – something Shane knew Alyssa had at least 4 of – was hanging from the shower head rack. “Mmm, watermelon,” he laughed to himself, squirting a generous amount onto the alien bathing device. “Gonna smell like a f*ing chick after this.”
He methodically began to scrub himself as he normally did, now feeling good enough to whistle a tuneless melody as he did so.
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LightningFox111 - Member for 4 years
Re: Unexpected Affection ( )
by m00se4brainz on Wed Apr 29, 2009 3:06 pm
The sudden crash in the hallway jolted Manny up from his sleep and nearly off the bed. When had he gotten so close to the edge? Shaking his head slightly, he yawned and rolled out of bed, scratching at the corner of his eye as he did so. The floor was cold under his bare feet, but he didn't mind. He was used to it by now. Dazedly wandering around, he exited his room and almost immediately came to the sound of water running. Who...?
Oh yeah. Shane. "I guess he woke up," Manny muttered to himself. And left the door open, too. Going inside---because honestly, why should he be shy in his own home?---he went to the toilet and took a piss. He could smell the soap Shane was using. Ah, yes, watermelon. Okay, call him a fruit, call him a fag, whatever. But Manny just so happened to like that smell and he'd flip anyone the finger for judging him for liking "feminine" smelling products. It just so happened women horded all the good stuff to themselves. And smelled fruity. But did Manny smell like a trashbag? Nope. Never. And his hair was soft as a baby's too thanks to Johnson & Johnson.
"Hey, you hungry?" he asked on the other side of the curtain as he finished up and flushed the toilet. (Thankfully his toilet and shower didn't affect each other or Shane would likely be howling obscenities at him at this moment.) He washed his hands, glancing at the tub again. "I'm making breakfast."
Manny hardly waited for a return answer before he started out to the kitchen. He gave another yawn; it actually took him a while to fall asleep last night, his thoughts swirling mad in his head, but eventually he'd calmed down and succumbed for the sandman's dust. Running a hand through his naturally unkempt hair, he cracked open the fridge. He was clad in only his underwear, hardly a thing hiding how skinny he was. Being slender made it possible for him to wear skinny jeans, something he supposed he was grateful for, though he often liked to wear stuff that was a little looser. Oh well. Skinny jeans made him love the invention of boxer-briefs. Skinny jeans and a wedgie did not mix. And briefs were for senior citizens.
Grabbing a frying pan and some bread and eggs and bacon, Manny started to cook. Yay breakfast. He'd probably have to whip something up for Shane to chug and get rid of that hangover as well.
Oh yeah. Shane. "I guess he woke up," Manny muttered to himself. And left the door open, too. Going inside---because honestly, why should he be shy in his own home?---he went to the toilet and took a piss. He could smell the soap Shane was using. Ah, yes, watermelon. Okay, call him a fruit, call him a fag, whatever. But Manny just so happened to like that smell and he'd flip anyone the finger for judging him for liking "feminine" smelling products. It just so happened women horded all the good stuff to themselves. And smelled fruity. But did Manny smell like a trashbag? Nope. Never. And his hair was soft as a baby's too thanks to Johnson & Johnson.
"Hey, you hungry?" he asked on the other side of the curtain as he finished up and flushed the toilet. (Thankfully his toilet and shower didn't affect each other or Shane would likely be howling obscenities at him at this moment.) He washed his hands, glancing at the tub again. "I'm making breakfast."
Manny hardly waited for a return answer before he started out to the kitchen. He gave another yawn; it actually took him a while to fall asleep last night, his thoughts swirling mad in his head, but eventually he'd calmed down and succumbed for the sandman's dust. Running a hand through his naturally unkempt hair, he cracked open the fridge. He was clad in only his underwear, hardly a thing hiding how skinny he was. Being slender made it possible for him to wear skinny jeans, something he supposed he was grateful for, though he often liked to wear stuff that was a little looser. Oh well. Skinny jeans made him love the invention of boxer-briefs. Skinny jeans and a wedgie did not mix. And briefs were for senior citizens.
Grabbing a frying pan and some bread and eggs and bacon, Manny started to cook. Yay breakfast. He'd probably have to whip something up for Shane to chug and get rid of that hangover as well.
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m00se4brainz - Member for 3 years
Re: Unexpected Affection ( )
by LightningFox111 on Wed Apr 29, 2009 4:18 pm
Shane started and reflexively covered himself with his soaped up pouf when Manny strode in, unabashedly using the toilet while Shane stood just on the other side of the shower curtain. “Dude, I’m in here,” he grunted, realizing that the pouf would do nothing to cover the rest of his exposed body, and continued to shower. “This ain’t a f*ing locker room,” he said, though he chuckled to himself afterwards as he blindly grabbed around for the shampoo, a bit of soap brazenly invading his left eye.
“Man, I thought we ate last night,” Shane replied when Manny asked about breakfast. “I remember something about eating, but sh*t, I’m so f*ing hungry. Can you make anything decent?” he joked, poking his head out from behind the curtain. “I mean, you know, edible? ‘Cause man, I’ll eat anything right now, but no funky sh*t, ‘kay?”
After about ten more minutes in the shower, he finally rinsed off any remaining soap, carefully stepped out (he was still a bit dizzy), grabbed the towel and dried himself off before wrapping it tightly around his waist. “Manny, I’m borrowing your towel. Tough sh*t if you don’t like it,” he laughed, checking himself briefly in the mirror before exiting. Manny was already busying himself in the kitchen, so he walked over to the couch – a trail of wet footprints behind him – sat down, and rested his legs on top of the table.
The fresh, cool morning air was doing wonders for him, and he sat quietly for a few moments enjoying the sensation and, in spite of himself, the fruity scent of watermelon emanating from his chest and armpits. “Dude, I’m so in so much f*ing trouble. I can’t even find my cell phone,” he said, suddenly standing back up and retrieving his pants from the bathroom floor to rifle through the pockets.
“Ah, well. Sh*t, good thing Lys doesn’t know where you live, huh?” he asked rhetorically, a small mischievous grin appearing on his face as he gave up the search. After making his way back to the couch (and again throwing his still moist feet up on the glass table), he watched his friend at work in the kitchen, somewhat admiring his ability to create food out of… well… food. Shane wasn’t a cook, but neither was Alyssa. As a result, the majority of their meals were enjoyed at restaurants or cafes, seeing that his parents were just as terribly untalented as he was at preparing meals, if not more so.
Although the hangover was slightly receding, the pounding in his head returned when he jerked his head too quickly to the left, a loud noise from outside the window attracting his attention. “Sh*t, my head still f*ing hurts. You know, whenever I have a f*ing headache at home, Lys tells me to be a man and tough it out. Sh*t, but if she has ever has a headache, sh*t, I give her massages, rub the back of her head, bring her drinks. I’m such a f*ing moron, yeah?” Shane spat, his head pounding even harder as he began to think too much about his relationship.
“Dude, what do you do on weekends, anyway?” Shane asked, desiring to change the subject that he had inadvertently started. “Dunno about you, but I gotta get my body moving or I go f*ing crazy,” he explained, gazing wistfully outside at the cloudless sky. “But maybe I should just f*ing stay inside today, yeah?”
“Man, I thought we ate last night,” Shane replied when Manny asked about breakfast. “I remember something about eating, but sh*t, I’m so f*ing hungry. Can you make anything decent?” he joked, poking his head out from behind the curtain. “I mean, you know, edible? ‘Cause man, I’ll eat anything right now, but no funky sh*t, ‘kay?”
After about ten more minutes in the shower, he finally rinsed off any remaining soap, carefully stepped out (he was still a bit dizzy), grabbed the towel and dried himself off before wrapping it tightly around his waist. “Manny, I’m borrowing your towel. Tough sh*t if you don’t like it,” he laughed, checking himself briefly in the mirror before exiting. Manny was already busying himself in the kitchen, so he walked over to the couch – a trail of wet footprints behind him – sat down, and rested his legs on top of the table.
The fresh, cool morning air was doing wonders for him, and he sat quietly for a few moments enjoying the sensation and, in spite of himself, the fruity scent of watermelon emanating from his chest and armpits. “Dude, I’m so in so much f*ing trouble. I can’t even find my cell phone,” he said, suddenly standing back up and retrieving his pants from the bathroom floor to rifle through the pockets.
“Ah, well. Sh*t, good thing Lys doesn’t know where you live, huh?” he asked rhetorically, a small mischievous grin appearing on his face as he gave up the search. After making his way back to the couch (and again throwing his still moist feet up on the glass table), he watched his friend at work in the kitchen, somewhat admiring his ability to create food out of… well… food. Shane wasn’t a cook, but neither was Alyssa. As a result, the majority of their meals were enjoyed at restaurants or cafes, seeing that his parents were just as terribly untalented as he was at preparing meals, if not more so.
Although the hangover was slightly receding, the pounding in his head returned when he jerked his head too quickly to the left, a loud noise from outside the window attracting his attention. “Sh*t, my head still f*ing hurts. You know, whenever I have a f*ing headache at home, Lys tells me to be a man and tough it out. Sh*t, but if she has ever has a headache, sh*t, I give her massages, rub the back of her head, bring her drinks. I’m such a f*ing moron, yeah?” Shane spat, his head pounding even harder as he began to think too much about his relationship.
“Dude, what do you do on weekends, anyway?” Shane asked, desiring to change the subject that he had inadvertently started. “Dunno about you, but I gotta get my body moving or I go f*ing crazy,” he explained, gazing wistfully outside at the cloudless sky. “But maybe I should just f*ing stay inside today, yeah?”
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LightningFox111 - Member for 4 years
Re: Unexpected Affection ( )
by m00se4brainz on Wed Apr 29, 2009 4:49 pm
Manny's lips curled into a deep frown, his brows knit. He had an open kitchen, so when Shane made a comment about being in trouble with Alyssa, he abruptly turned around and waved a pair of tongs in his direction. "Forget about her. Don't even think about your damn phone," he scowled and turned back around to face the stove when Shane got up and disappeared out of sight. If unless Shane was sly enough to start searching through all of Manny's stuff, he wouldn't find his phone, least of all in a kitchen drawer.
He flipped the bacon over, cooking the other side. He had no doubt the smell would cling to his skin afterward. Not that he minded; he hadn't even showered yet so it was okay to let it linger. Besides, he liked the smell of bacon. Though the mix of cooking bacon and watermelon-scented soap was a weird combination... But who was anyone to judge what he and his apartment smelled like? He was weird. So sue him.
Absently waving the tongs again, this time toward the fridge, he said, "Go pour yourself some orange juice. It supposed to be good for you. I think I have some sports drinks in there somewhere too." He fished out the finished bacon and set it across some paper towels on a plate to drain and cool off. He set the frying pan aside for another, clean one and dished out some butter from the fridge, chopping off a piece from the stick with a butter knife and letting it melt while the pan heated up.
He pulled down a bowl, salt and pepper, and cracked several eggs in it. "Frankly, I don't do much on weekends. Sometimes I go jogging. Grocery shopping. House chores." His life was pretty boring on weekends. Being single, and a guy at that, forced him to take on quite a number of responsibilities. It was tiring, but that was how life was. "...Sometimes I go out, if I get all the other stuff done. Or I bring home a movie and pig out like a fat person. Only better. ---Hey, come toast this bread for me."
Manny nodded at the bread sitting by the toaster and beat the eggs, seasoning it before he tested the heat of the pan and then poured it all in. He set aside the bowl and fished around for a spatula which he used to cook the eggs. "Why? Are you really that itching to go and do something? Do you even have anything in mind?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder before returning his attention to his cooking. It was short business, cooking the eggs, and soon enough, he had them scrambled and perfect and by god he felt like a housewife at how proud he was of them. Plating the food, splitting the share, he carried them over to the table for them to eat.
He flipped the bacon over, cooking the other side. He had no doubt the smell would cling to his skin afterward. Not that he minded; he hadn't even showered yet so it was okay to let it linger. Besides, he liked the smell of bacon. Though the mix of cooking bacon and watermelon-scented soap was a weird combination... But who was anyone to judge what he and his apartment smelled like? He was weird. So sue him.
Absently waving the tongs again, this time toward the fridge, he said, "Go pour yourself some orange juice. It supposed to be good for you. I think I have some sports drinks in there somewhere too." He fished out the finished bacon and set it across some paper towels on a plate to drain and cool off. He set the frying pan aside for another, clean one and dished out some butter from the fridge, chopping off a piece from the stick with a butter knife and letting it melt while the pan heated up.
He pulled down a bowl, salt and pepper, and cracked several eggs in it. "Frankly, I don't do much on weekends. Sometimes I go jogging. Grocery shopping. House chores." His life was pretty boring on weekends. Being single, and a guy at that, forced him to take on quite a number of responsibilities. It was tiring, but that was how life was. "...Sometimes I go out, if I get all the other stuff done. Or I bring home a movie and pig out like a fat person. Only better. ---Hey, come toast this bread for me."
Manny nodded at the bread sitting by the toaster and beat the eggs, seasoning it before he tested the heat of the pan and then poured it all in. He set aside the bowl and fished around for a spatula which he used to cook the eggs. "Why? Are you really that itching to go and do something? Do you even have anything in mind?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder before returning his attention to his cooking. It was short business, cooking the eggs, and soon enough, he had them scrambled and perfect and by god he felt like a housewife at how proud he was of them. Plating the food, splitting the share, he carried them over to the table for them to eat.
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m00se4brainz - Member for 3 years
Re: Unexpected Affection ( )
by LightningFox111 on Wed Apr 29, 2009 6:13 pm
Shane guffawed loudly when Manny reprimanded him for talking about his lost cell phone. “Alright, chill out there, fireball. Sh*t,” he replied with a broad smile stretching from ear to ear, and he stood up promptly to help Manny in the kitchen, firing off a goofy salute for good measure. It was clear that being away from Alyssa was probably the best cure for a hangover that he’d ever had.
“Oh, fireball sir, I meant. My sincerest apologies,” he added with overflowing sarcasm and a ridiculous mockery of a British accent, and then playfully shoved past Manny to get to the bread. He opened the bread bag, placed four pieces into the toaster oven and turned on the automatic timer, but fumbled and dropped the red plastic twist tie as he tried to close the package, the unfortunate thing rebounding off his toe and shooting under the icebox.
“Oops, sorry bud,” he shrugged, twisting the end of the plastic into a knot to replace the tie. A clean (or at least clean looking) glass was sitting at the edge of the sink, so Shane picked it up and poured himself some orange juice, a portion that he quickly downed in a single satisfying gulp.
“F*k, I’m thirsty,” he grumbled, taking another large swig directly out of the carton. “Oh sh*t, sorry. Forgot I’m not at home,” he mumbled with a sheepish green, replacing the juice in the icebox.
The wonderful aroma of the bacon, eggs and toast incited a loud, crude rumble from Shane’s stomach, and he laughed to himself at the off color sound. “Sh*t, told you I’m hungry,” he said as he sat down at the table, plucking a piece of bacon from the serving plate and crunching on it happily. The portion of food on his plate began to disappear a bit too quickly, so he forced himself to slow down in an attempt to stretch out the meal.
“I dunno, Manny,” he replied in response to his friend’s question about where he’d like to go. “I do all kinds of sh*t on the weekend… kayaking or swimming in the lake, mountain climbing, hiking, working out… you know, that kind of stuff,” he said between large mouthfuls of egg.
“Skinny dipping,” he added with a playful wink and a fit of embarrassed laughter. “Sorry, I dunno why I’m so f*ing happy right now.”
The food was settling his stomach nicely, and he did indeed feel a great deal better than the day before, both in mind and in body. A gentle sigh of relief escaped his lips as he stretched his arms high and leaned back in his chair, enjoying the light breeze caressing his skin. He thought for a moment about dragging Manny with him on one of his athletic adventures, but quickly reconsidered when he realized that he’s intruding on his friend’s weekend by hanging around.
“But, we can do whatever you want. I’ll go with you wherever you need to go today, or you can leave me here. Sh*t, anything’s good, so long as I don’t gotta go home.”
“Oh, fireball sir, I meant. My sincerest apologies,” he added with overflowing sarcasm and a ridiculous mockery of a British accent, and then playfully shoved past Manny to get to the bread. He opened the bread bag, placed four pieces into the toaster oven and turned on the automatic timer, but fumbled and dropped the red plastic twist tie as he tried to close the package, the unfortunate thing rebounding off his toe and shooting under the icebox.
“Oops, sorry bud,” he shrugged, twisting the end of the plastic into a knot to replace the tie. A clean (or at least clean looking) glass was sitting at the edge of the sink, so Shane picked it up and poured himself some orange juice, a portion that he quickly downed in a single satisfying gulp.
“F*k, I’m thirsty,” he grumbled, taking another large swig directly out of the carton. “Oh sh*t, sorry. Forgot I’m not at home,” he mumbled with a sheepish green, replacing the juice in the icebox.
The wonderful aroma of the bacon, eggs and toast incited a loud, crude rumble from Shane’s stomach, and he laughed to himself at the off color sound. “Sh*t, told you I’m hungry,” he said as he sat down at the table, plucking a piece of bacon from the serving plate and crunching on it happily. The portion of food on his plate began to disappear a bit too quickly, so he forced himself to slow down in an attempt to stretch out the meal.
“I dunno, Manny,” he replied in response to his friend’s question about where he’d like to go. “I do all kinds of sh*t on the weekend… kayaking or swimming in the lake, mountain climbing, hiking, working out… you know, that kind of stuff,” he said between large mouthfuls of egg.
“Skinny dipping,” he added with a playful wink and a fit of embarrassed laughter. “Sorry, I dunno why I’m so f*ing happy right now.”
The food was settling his stomach nicely, and he did indeed feel a great deal better than the day before, both in mind and in body. A gentle sigh of relief escaped his lips as he stretched his arms high and leaned back in his chair, enjoying the light breeze caressing his skin. He thought for a moment about dragging Manny with him on one of his athletic adventures, but quickly reconsidered when he realized that he’s intruding on his friend’s weekend by hanging around.
“But, we can do whatever you want. I’ll go with you wherever you need to go today, or you can leave me here. Sh*t, anything’s good, so long as I don’t gotta go home.”
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LightningFox111 - Member for 4 years
Re: Unexpected Affection ( )
by m00se4brainz on Wed Apr 29, 2009 7:50 pm
Fireball? he repeated inwardly. Uh... Manny didn't know what to really think about that, be it good or bad. It was just... weird. he supposed that was because he wasn't used to such "nicknames." Saying nothing on it, he just sat down and ate his breakfast, munching quietly as he listened to Shane speak.
He nearly choked on a piece of bacon at the mention of skinny dipping. Coughing, he had to get up and grab himself something to drink before he could even hope to say anything to that. Looking at Shane oddly, he could only give an awkward laugh in return.
"Suuure..."
He continued to eat, amused that Shane was that ecstatic about being away from Alyssa and home. It was good to see him smile and, being the contagious disease it was, Manny couldn't help but smile in return. It seemed like it had been forever since he last saw Shane smile. And not some bitter smile, but a true smile. A genuine, happy smile. And Manny liked that.
He really didn't care that Shane was intruding if the results were like this. If Shane could smile and not be depressed and turn to alcohol for comfort, then Manny didn't care one damn bit. He'd be strange if he didn't like seeing a friend happy. Finishing up the last of his breakfast and downing some of his drink, Manny gave thought to what they should do today.
"Well you don't have to follow me around. But you don't necessarily have to just sit and do nothing if you're really that fired up to do something either. We can do something fun together if you want as soon as I finish my errands." He shrugged, picking up both his and Shane's empty plates to dump them in the sink for washing with the rest of the dishes, leaving his glass to finish later.
"Whichever. Up to you. But I need to leave in a little bit. Soon as I shower. Can't be going around smelling like a pig," he joked, grinning over his shoulder. What a pun that was. Manny let the dishes soak; he'd deal with them in a little bit. Then raking his hand through his hair, he tottered over to his bedroom to grab some clothes and drag them over to the bathroom to shower.
He nearly choked on a piece of bacon at the mention of skinny dipping. Coughing, he had to get up and grab himself something to drink before he could even hope to say anything to that. Looking at Shane oddly, he could only give an awkward laugh in return.
"Suuure..."
He continued to eat, amused that Shane was that ecstatic about being away from Alyssa and home. It was good to see him smile and, being the contagious disease it was, Manny couldn't help but smile in return. It seemed like it had been forever since he last saw Shane smile. And not some bitter smile, but a true smile. A genuine, happy smile. And Manny liked that.
He really didn't care that Shane was intruding if the results were like this. If Shane could smile and not be depressed and turn to alcohol for comfort, then Manny didn't care one damn bit. He'd be strange if he didn't like seeing a friend happy. Finishing up the last of his breakfast and downing some of his drink, Manny gave thought to what they should do today.
"Well you don't have to follow me around. But you don't necessarily have to just sit and do nothing if you're really that fired up to do something either. We can do something fun together if you want as soon as I finish my errands." He shrugged, picking up both his and Shane's empty plates to dump them in the sink for washing with the rest of the dishes, leaving his glass to finish later.
"Whichever. Up to you. But I need to leave in a little bit. Soon as I shower. Can't be going around smelling like a pig," he joked, grinning over his shoulder. What a pun that was. Manny let the dishes soak; he'd deal with them in a little bit. Then raking his hand through his hair, he tottered over to his bedroom to grab some clothes and drag them over to the bathroom to shower.
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m00se4brainz - Member for 3 years
Re: Unexpected Affection ( )
by LightningFox111 on Thu Apr 30, 2009 1:13 am
Alyssa threw a crystal shot glass against the kitchen wall, the vessel shattering into small shards of shimmering fragments, the resulting noise so terribly dreadful that the birds perched on the tree outside once again took flight in utter surprise. “That son of a bitch!” she screamed, kicking over the kitchen trashcan, the fragrant contents spilling all over the floor.
“Calm down, Lys, you’ll bust a nerve. Like wow,” her red headed friend Meredith chided, sipping a chilled margarita, her sky blue silk dress ruffling daintily with her feminine movements. “You’ll burst a vein or something. Like cool it.”
“I can’t cool it, Mer! UGH!” Another glass was promptly terminated, it’s remains spread across the outdoor patio. “Why the f*k didn’t he answer any of my calls? Is that mother f*er cheating on me? I bet it’s that bitch Rosie in his Economics class! RAGH!”
Meredith sighed and took another tiny draught of her drink as Alyssa pulled out a sizable lock of her own hair. She was used to seeing her best friend act this way, and decided long ago that it was usually best to let her scream herself out of her bad mood. “God, not Rosie. Like now way. She’s totally not his type. Like no.”
“But you know Shane, Meri! He’s always f*ing drooling over girls, and they f*ing drool back! Those stupid bitches!”
“Alyssa,” Meredith said, looking directly into her friend’s eyes, “Why don’t you just admit already that you’re just with him for his money, and you’re only worried that he’s cheating so he doesn’t give away his money to some other girl. Like honesty is the best policy. You love him as much as you love last year’s winter fashions in this year’s summer. Like ew.”
“Shut up, Mer!” Alyssa retorted, her face twisted in consternation. “I do too love him!”
Meredith rolled her eyes, swishing the margarita slowly around in her glass, and decided to change the subject. “And who’s paying for all those broken dishes? Like geez.”
“That’s pocket change to Shane’s parents,” Alyssa grunted, gently placing down the lucky glass in her hand. “Besides, they love me. They wouldn’t care if I wrecked their Ferrari.”
“You’re really lucky, you know. Like really lucky,” Meredith sighed, taking a bit of the olive floating in her glass. “So what are you gonna do? Call your big brother again?”
Alyssa’s eyes lit up as Meredith mentioned her brother, Aaron. “Yeah, I’ll get him to find Shane and kick his ass!”
“That’s not very nice, Lys. Besides, Shane kicked his ass last time, remember? Like touché.”
“Oh yeah,” Alyssa mumbled. “But… but Aaron would be out for revenge this time! He’d do anything to beat that bitch ass f*k head down!”
“Whatever, Lys. Just don’t get me involved again, okay? Like no way.”
~*~
“Sh*t man, you smell fine to me,” Shane said honestly, not catching the pun between “bacon” and “pig”. “Thanks for the food, man. Was some good sh*t.”
For some reason, watching Manny walk into the bathroom made Shane suddenly aware of his stark nakedness. After checking to ensure the towel was tied tightly around his waist, he stood up and shuffled his way into Manny’s bedroom. “Manny! Manny! Can I borrow some of your clothes, man? Mine smell like f*ing sh*t!”
The room was rather clean and uncluttered, a harsh contrast to Shane’s messy room. The only thing slightly out of sorts was the bed sheet and comforter, both of which were twisted into a messy heap at the center of the bed. The wooden dresser was the first thing Shane explored, rifling through the pairs of pants that he knew were much too tight for him. “Dude, don’t you have anything bigger than these pieces of sh*t?” he called out with a chuckle. “Sh*t, you’re f*ing skinnier than my chick!”
Giving up on the bottom wear, Shane turned to the closet to look for a shirt. He came across a t-shirt that he thought might fit him, so he pulled it off the hanger and slipped it over his head. It was a bit of a tight squeeze around his chest and biceps, but for the most part, it fit rather flatteringly. “Hey, I like this. Shows off my guns,” he joked, examining himself in the mirror.
“I’m borrowing some underwear, too!” he proclaimed, yanking a pair of white boxer briefs from the top drawer. They, too, were a little snug around the edges, but somehow fit him, and then he dropped his wet towel on the floor. Deciding to wait for Manny to get out of the shower before trying to locate the last piece of his outfit, he flopped down on his back on top of the bed.
(OOC: Feel free to move Shane around and have him do any mundane tasks that need to be done to move the story along…
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“Calm down, Lys, you’ll bust a nerve. Like wow,” her red headed friend Meredith chided, sipping a chilled margarita, her sky blue silk dress ruffling daintily with her feminine movements. “You’ll burst a vein or something. Like cool it.”
“I can’t cool it, Mer! UGH!” Another glass was promptly terminated, it’s remains spread across the outdoor patio. “Why the f*k didn’t he answer any of my calls? Is that mother f*er cheating on me? I bet it’s that bitch Rosie in his Economics class! RAGH!”
Meredith sighed and took another tiny draught of her drink as Alyssa pulled out a sizable lock of her own hair. She was used to seeing her best friend act this way, and decided long ago that it was usually best to let her scream herself out of her bad mood. “God, not Rosie. Like now way. She’s totally not his type. Like no.”
“But you know Shane, Meri! He’s always f*ing drooling over girls, and they f*ing drool back! Those stupid bitches!”
“Alyssa,” Meredith said, looking directly into her friend’s eyes, “Why don’t you just admit already that you’re just with him for his money, and you’re only worried that he’s cheating so he doesn’t give away his money to some other girl. Like honesty is the best policy. You love him as much as you love last year’s winter fashions in this year’s summer. Like ew.”
“Shut up, Mer!” Alyssa retorted, her face twisted in consternation. “I do too love him!”
Meredith rolled her eyes, swishing the margarita slowly around in her glass, and decided to change the subject. “And who’s paying for all those broken dishes? Like geez.”
“That’s pocket change to Shane’s parents,” Alyssa grunted, gently placing down the lucky glass in her hand. “Besides, they love me. They wouldn’t care if I wrecked their Ferrari.”
“You’re really lucky, you know. Like really lucky,” Meredith sighed, taking a bit of the olive floating in her glass. “So what are you gonna do? Call your big brother again?”
Alyssa’s eyes lit up as Meredith mentioned her brother, Aaron. “Yeah, I’ll get him to find Shane and kick his ass!”
“That’s not very nice, Lys. Besides, Shane kicked his ass last time, remember? Like touché.”
“Oh yeah,” Alyssa mumbled. “But… but Aaron would be out for revenge this time! He’d do anything to beat that bitch ass f*k head down!”
“Whatever, Lys. Just don’t get me involved again, okay? Like no way.”
~*~
“Sh*t man, you smell fine to me,” Shane said honestly, not catching the pun between “bacon” and “pig”. “Thanks for the food, man. Was some good sh*t.”
For some reason, watching Manny walk into the bathroom made Shane suddenly aware of his stark nakedness. After checking to ensure the towel was tied tightly around his waist, he stood up and shuffled his way into Manny’s bedroom. “Manny! Manny! Can I borrow some of your clothes, man? Mine smell like f*ing sh*t!”
The room was rather clean and uncluttered, a harsh contrast to Shane’s messy room. The only thing slightly out of sorts was the bed sheet and comforter, both of which were twisted into a messy heap at the center of the bed. The wooden dresser was the first thing Shane explored, rifling through the pairs of pants that he knew were much too tight for him. “Dude, don’t you have anything bigger than these pieces of sh*t?” he called out with a chuckle. “Sh*t, you’re f*ing skinnier than my chick!”
Giving up on the bottom wear, Shane turned to the closet to look for a shirt. He came across a t-shirt that he thought might fit him, so he pulled it off the hanger and slipped it over his head. It was a bit of a tight squeeze around his chest and biceps, but for the most part, it fit rather flatteringly. “Hey, I like this. Shows off my guns,” he joked, examining himself in the mirror.
“I’m borrowing some underwear, too!” he proclaimed, yanking a pair of white boxer briefs from the top drawer. They, too, were a little snug around the edges, but somehow fit him, and then he dropped his wet towel on the floor. Deciding to wait for Manny to get out of the shower before trying to locate the last piece of his outfit, he flopped down on his back on top of the bed.
(OOC: Feel free to move Shane around and have him do any mundane tasks that need to be done to move the story along…
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LightningFox111 - Member for 4 years
Re: Unexpected Affection ( )
by m00se4brainz on Thu Apr 30, 2009 3:13 pm
Manny rolled his eyes. He could hear Shane shouting at him from the bedroom, likely rifling through his clothes and stealing what he could that fitted him. Which... likely wasn't a lot. Maybe a shirt. Maybe some underwear if it was one of those presents he still got from his mother who did not, for the life of her, know her own son's size but still got him pairs of holiday underwear anyway. He swore he didn't understand it.
Quickly washing off the smell and grime from yesterday, Manny made a quick job of it all, making the bathroom smell strongly of watermelon afterward. He fished out a new towel from the cabinet since Shane had stolen his other one, and dried off, wrapping it around his waist afterward. He took care of his hygiene and finger-combed his hair since, honestly, there was no home of him ever getting it fixed if unless he plaster gelled it down. Which he would never do.
After that, he got dressed in a fitted black tee and green cargos. He didn't feel like wearing his notorious skinny jeans this time, preferring the looser attire he had available. Plastic bands on his wrist, he dumped his dirty clothes in the hamper and came out of the bathroom. He went to his bedroom to look for his watch and phone, but to his surprise he found Shane there. The sight startled him, nearly freezing him in his tracks. He wasn't expecting Shane to be lounging across bed.
Shaking his head, he went to his dresser and picked up the stuff he needed, jerking open the top drawer to pull out a "brown" envelope (they weren't really brown... he didn't understand why they were called brown envelopes...) and tuck it under his arm. "Okay. Here's the deal. If you take care of my house chores for me by the time I come back, we can do whatever the hell you want afterward. I just have a few errands to do, so it shouldn't take too long."
He found a sticky-note and a pen and wrote down a short list. "I trust you know how to do some of this stuff? I'd hate to imagine what your house looks like if you didn't. Just wash the dishes I left in the sink---put it on the drying rack---and throw your laundry in the hamper. If I can trust you not to ruin my clothes or flood the apartment, then go ahead and do the laundry. Otherwise, don't touch anything. If you're hungry, grab whatever you want---do not burn my home down, you plebeian cook." He shot Shane a warning look. Even if Shane had a lot of money and could replace whatever it was Manny lost, he didn't want to go through that.
"Also, if it's not too much for you either," he continued continuing to write, "toss out my trash---the dumpster is downstairs, just outside. You'll see it. And then go to my mailbox---downstairs, again; it's easy to find---and check it for any letters. I'll leave you the key on the table. Don't lose it." With that, Manny ripped off the sticky note and slapped it to Shane's forehead, looking down at him with raised brows. For some reason or another, he felt like someone's wife or maid or something, telling some lazy ass of a man to do chores for him. It was weird.
"Alright? Then assuming you don't have any complaints, I'll be going. And if you get bored afterward and I'm still not here, there are DVDs by the television. Use the land line to call me if you need anything."
Manny gave Shane little time to speak or protest after that, walking out of the room. He picked up his keys on his way out and, after leaving behind the mail key, he left, locking the door after himself. He made quick with going down to his car, throwing himself in the driver's seat and starting her up. He tossed the envelope in the passenger seat and after buckling up, he drove on out of there, off to do his errands.
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"Oh Manny, darling, you are the best!"
A kiss was dropped on his cheek, then again on his temple. Several more would've followed after if Manny didn't quickly bring his hands up to stop Susan from painting his face with her lipstick. "Yeah, I got it, I got it."
Susan smiled warmly at him and reached for her purse, pulling out a sealed blue envelope. "I know, darling. And here you are." She handed it over to him.
Manny took the envelope and slid his finger under the seal, tearing it open. Looking inside, he fingered through the contents, mentally counting. When he at last came to a total, his brows went up. "This much?" he asked, lifting his gaze to look at the woman.
Susan giggled and flapped her hand. "Of course! I know I troubled you so much for getting those photos. It must've been terribly uncomfortable for you," she said, looking at him sympathetically.
He gave an awkward chuckle in return, running his hand through his hair. "...Well, it wasn't the best experience I've ever hand," he said.
"Pish-posh, darling. I know the truth. It was horrendous. Just say it. I know." She gave a nod, absolutely certain she was right. "But anyway. Thank you again, Manny, pet." She leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the lips, her painted nails curling around his jaw. When she pulled back, she gave him a wink. "I hope we can work together again."
Manny only smiled in return and gave a nod. "Give me a call whenever you need me and I'll got pencil you in."
Susan laughed and pulled back, picking up her things. "Yes, yes, because you're so busy," she teased.
Manny merely shrugged. After bidding her farewell, he left the room. He promptly wiped his face of her lipstick, grimacing to himself when his fingers came back red. He nearly ran into someone on the way to the bathroom. The man paused to look at him, spotted his disgruntled expression, and silently pointed to the corner of his brow. Manny nodded in thanks and went inside to steal some tissue or paper towel so could he could take the rest of it off.
He liked Susan, honestly he did, but she was overly affectionate and he didn't quite know how to deal with that sometimes. She really needed to stop wearing such heavy lipstick when she was around him. That, or just don't kiss him. He always came out of her office looking like he'd been molested or sexually harassed, which gave birth to unwanted rumors. ...He wondered if what she was doing really was sexual harassment.
...Anyway. On to the next errand.
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There was a buzzing in his pocket. Daring to let go of the wheel with one hand, he shifted and pulled out his phone. "Hello?"
"Manny! Hey, man!"
Manny blinked. "Uh... who is this?"
"Sam! Samson, remember? From class?"
There was another pause as Manny tried to think of who it was. Then, it dawned on him. "Oh! The dude with the mohawk?"
Sam laughed. "Yeah, that's me. Hey, remember when I asked you if you could help me with that portfolio shit a while back?"
Now that Manny knew who it was he was talking to, it was easy to recall the incident. "Yeah? What about it?"
"Well me and some buddies are going out to the beach to do some surfing and boarding. It's awesome weather right now. I was hoping you could come with us today to do it. It's okay if you can't, but... y'know..."
"Nah, it's okay. I might be bringing a friend along with me, though," he said, reminded that Shane was still at his apartment and would probably want something to do.
"Yeah, that's cool. No biggie. Bring whoever you like. I just need you there, that's for sure."
"Sure. What time?"
This time, it was Sam's turn to paused. "Uh... Let's say, in about two hours? Give or take. We'll meet you at the beach."
"Alright. See you then." After getting a return farewell, Manny disconnected the call and tucked his phone away. He continued to drive, heading home already after getting most of his errands done. He had one left, but it wasn't all that important and could wait until tomorrow. Or even the next day. He wasn't in a rush to finish that one.
Pulling up into the parking spot, Manny shut off the car and grabbed everything in the back seat that he'd bought at the store. It was amazing he could hold it all without damaging any of the fragile or delicate produce. He ambled up the stairs to his door. He rammed the doorbell several times since he couldn't fish out the right key to open the door.
"Shane!" he called. "Shane, open up before I drop all this stuff!"
Quickly washing off the smell and grime from yesterday, Manny made a quick job of it all, making the bathroom smell strongly of watermelon afterward. He fished out a new towel from the cabinet since Shane had stolen his other one, and dried off, wrapping it around his waist afterward. He took care of his hygiene and finger-combed his hair since, honestly, there was no home of him ever getting it fixed if unless he plaster gelled it down. Which he would never do.
After that, he got dressed in a fitted black tee and green cargos. He didn't feel like wearing his notorious skinny jeans this time, preferring the looser attire he had available. Plastic bands on his wrist, he dumped his dirty clothes in the hamper and came out of the bathroom. He went to his bedroom to look for his watch and phone, but to his surprise he found Shane there. The sight startled him, nearly freezing him in his tracks. He wasn't expecting Shane to be lounging across bed.
Shaking his head, he went to his dresser and picked up the stuff he needed, jerking open the top drawer to pull out a "brown" envelope (they weren't really brown... he didn't understand why they were called brown envelopes...) and tuck it under his arm. "Okay. Here's the deal. If you take care of my house chores for me by the time I come back, we can do whatever the hell you want afterward. I just have a few errands to do, so it shouldn't take too long."
He found a sticky-note and a pen and wrote down a short list. "I trust you know how to do some of this stuff? I'd hate to imagine what your house looks like if you didn't. Just wash the dishes I left in the sink---put it on the drying rack---and throw your laundry in the hamper. If I can trust you not to ruin my clothes or flood the apartment, then go ahead and do the laundry. Otherwise, don't touch anything. If you're hungry, grab whatever you want---do not burn my home down, you plebeian cook." He shot Shane a warning look. Even if Shane had a lot of money and could replace whatever it was Manny lost, he didn't want to go through that.
"Also, if it's not too much for you either," he continued continuing to write, "toss out my trash---the dumpster is downstairs, just outside. You'll see it. And then go to my mailbox---downstairs, again; it's easy to find---and check it for any letters. I'll leave you the key on the table. Don't lose it." With that, Manny ripped off the sticky note and slapped it to Shane's forehead, looking down at him with raised brows. For some reason or another, he felt like someone's wife or maid or something, telling some lazy ass of a man to do chores for him. It was weird.
"Alright? Then assuming you don't have any complaints, I'll be going. And if you get bored afterward and I'm still not here, there are DVDs by the television. Use the land line to call me if you need anything."
Manny gave Shane little time to speak or protest after that, walking out of the room. He picked up his keys on his way out and, after leaving behind the mail key, he left, locking the door after himself. He made quick with going down to his car, throwing himself in the driver's seat and starting her up. He tossed the envelope in the passenger seat and after buckling up, he drove on out of there, off to do his errands.
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"Oh Manny, darling, you are the best!"
A kiss was dropped on his cheek, then again on his temple. Several more would've followed after if Manny didn't quickly bring his hands up to stop Susan from painting his face with her lipstick. "Yeah, I got it, I got it."
Susan smiled warmly at him and reached for her purse, pulling out a sealed blue envelope. "I know, darling. And here you are." She handed it over to him.
Manny took the envelope and slid his finger under the seal, tearing it open. Looking inside, he fingered through the contents, mentally counting. When he at last came to a total, his brows went up. "This much?" he asked, lifting his gaze to look at the woman.
Susan giggled and flapped her hand. "Of course! I know I troubled you so much for getting those photos. It must've been terribly uncomfortable for you," she said, looking at him sympathetically.
He gave an awkward chuckle in return, running his hand through his hair. "...Well, it wasn't the best experience I've ever hand," he said.
"Pish-posh, darling. I know the truth. It was horrendous. Just say it. I know." She gave a nod, absolutely certain she was right. "But anyway. Thank you again, Manny, pet." She leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the lips, her painted nails curling around his jaw. When she pulled back, she gave him a wink. "I hope we can work together again."
Manny only smiled in return and gave a nod. "Give me a call whenever you need me and I'll got pencil you in."
Susan laughed and pulled back, picking up her things. "Yes, yes, because you're so busy," she teased.
Manny merely shrugged. After bidding her farewell, he left the room. He promptly wiped his face of her lipstick, grimacing to himself when his fingers came back red. He nearly ran into someone on the way to the bathroom. The man paused to look at him, spotted his disgruntled expression, and silently pointed to the corner of his brow. Manny nodded in thanks and went inside to steal some tissue or paper towel so could he could take the rest of it off.
He liked Susan, honestly he did, but she was overly affectionate and he didn't quite know how to deal with that sometimes. She really needed to stop wearing such heavy lipstick when she was around him. That, or just don't kiss him. He always came out of her office looking like he'd been molested or sexually harassed, which gave birth to unwanted rumors. ...He wondered if what she was doing really was sexual harassment.
...Anyway. On to the next errand.
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There was a buzzing in his pocket. Daring to let go of the wheel with one hand, he shifted and pulled out his phone. "Hello?"
"Manny! Hey, man!"
Manny blinked. "Uh... who is this?"
"Sam! Samson, remember? From class?"
There was another pause as Manny tried to think of who it was. Then, it dawned on him. "Oh! The dude with the mohawk?"
Sam laughed. "Yeah, that's me. Hey, remember when I asked you if you could help me with that portfolio shit a while back?"
Now that Manny knew who it was he was talking to, it was easy to recall the incident. "Yeah? What about it?"
"Well me and some buddies are going out to the beach to do some surfing and boarding. It's awesome weather right now. I was hoping you could come with us today to do it. It's okay if you can't, but... y'know..."
"Nah, it's okay. I might be bringing a friend along with me, though," he said, reminded that Shane was still at his apartment and would probably want something to do.
"Yeah, that's cool. No biggie. Bring whoever you like. I just need you there, that's for sure."
"Sure. What time?"
This time, it was Sam's turn to paused. "Uh... Let's say, in about two hours? Give or take. We'll meet you at the beach."
"Alright. See you then." After getting a return farewell, Manny disconnected the call and tucked his phone away. He continued to drive, heading home already after getting most of his errands done. He had one left, but it wasn't all that important and could wait until tomorrow. Or even the next day. He wasn't in a rush to finish that one.
Pulling up into the parking spot, Manny shut off the car and grabbed everything in the back seat that he'd bought at the store. It was amazing he could hold it all without damaging any of the fragile or delicate produce. He ambled up the stairs to his door. He rammed the doorbell several times since he couldn't fish out the right key to open the door.
"Shane!" he called. "Shane, open up before I drop all this stuff!"
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m00se4brainz - Member for 3 years
Re: Unexpected Affection ( )
by LightningFox111 on Thu Apr 30, 2009 8:18 pm
Shane was only half listening as Manny shot off a list of chores for him to take care of while he was gone, instead quietly daydreaming about swimming and diving in Lake Tahoe, or driving out to the beach for a few hours of surfing, anything to keep his mind comfortably off of his troubles. A pleasant image of him skillfully riding a monster wave while an enthusiastic group of bikini-clad female admirers cheered him on was shattered abruptly as Manny plastered a Post-It note his forehead.
“Yeah, yeah,” Shane answered absentmindedly, rolling onto his stomach and removing the piece of paper. The note listed quite a few things that he’d never done before – there were “people” employed by his parents to take care of things like laundry, dishwashing, and trash dumping, although he would never let anyone else check his mail. A word of protest was about to escape his lips, but he decided it would be better to just keep his mouth shut and tackle the assigned duties – he was staying there for free, after all.
“Okay, see ya,” Shane said as Manny left the house. “I promise I won’t break all of your sh*t,” he added jokingly, shuffling into the kitchen to take care of the dishes. After scrounging around for a little while to locate a sponge, he started the task in earnest, bringing each dish to his own perception of clean, which meant there were a few stuck on pieces of food here and there (especially on the frying pan), but he was proud of his work none the less.
“Aw, sh*t,” he cursed quietly, looking down at the pair of underwear he had borrowed. A large, wet spot glared up at him from his crotch, the water from the sink having unnoticeably flowed down his arms and onto the lip of the sink, there from which it subsequently dripped onto him. There was also a sizable puddle of soapy liquid at his feet, but he failed to notice it as he referenced the note, now a little soggy and smudged from his wet fingers.
The next item read, “Laundry, if can.” Shane raised his left eyebrow (a talent that he often employed to get giggles) and, after picking up his dirty clothes from the living room, went into the hallway where the washer and dryer were located. Several minutes passed as Shane contemplated that timeless question – to do, or not to do – while he examined the various dials and buttons on the machine. In the end, he decided that the best course of action in this case would be to take no action at all, and he placed his clothes into the washer and referenced the note once more.
“Toss the trash, check the mail – key on counter.” Shane found the key next to the stovetop and pulled the nearly full bag out of the trashcan. He was about to exit the apartment when he remembered that he was dressed somewhat inappropriately, but he figured that it didn’t really matter if anybody saw him – he wasn’t ashamed of his body as long as he wasn’t butt naked. The walk to the dumpster was relatively short, and he only ran into two people along the way, both of whom were apparently neighbors, and both of whom stared curiously at him as he strut by in his wet underwear.
The mailboxes were bundled together in a sort of stone kiosk in front the apartment building. Shane inferred that the box number was probably the same as Manny’s apartment number, so he tried the key in number 179, and smiled to himself as he was proven correct, the lock clicking softly and the door swinging squeakily open. There were several letters inside, all looking rather official, and he grabbed them all, locked the mailbox, and returned to the house. All of the chores took him less than 30 minutes, granted he hadn’t chosen to do the laundry, so he decided to cause a little trouble before Manny got home.
“Don’t touch anything!” Shane read the last item out loud in a mockery of Manny’s chiding voice. “Yeah right. But first, some food.”
Most of the contents of the icebox were a little too healthy for Shane, but he eventually came across a pair of frozen Pepperoni Pizza Hot Pockets. After opening up the packaging and sticking them in the microwave, he wandered into Manny’s bedroom to dig around. Shane knew Manny would be mad if he found his things scattered about on the floor, but for some reason, he liked pissing Manny off, if only to see what he would do, or the faces he would make. Besides, Shane was just plain curious, much like a playful little boy. What kind of things would a guy like Manny hide in his bedroom?
The bureau didn’t turn up anything juicy, save a couple of pairs of animal print Speedo-style undergarments (which caused a fit of uncontrollable giggles). There wasn’t anything particularly interesting underneath the bed, and the microwave beeped as he was about to start on the closet. The pizza aroma was too tempting to resist, so he decided to take a break from his trouble making and watch some TV while he ate. After throwing the empty packaging into the trashcan without first putting in a new bag, he flopped down roughly on the couch, picked up the remote from the coffee table and flipped to a rerun of an Ultimate Fighting match he had watched live the other night.
Shane wolfed down the Hot Pockets and spent about twenty minutes in front of the TV, cursing loudly every time the fighter he was cheering for took a nasty blow. Quickly getting restless, he switched off the TV and returned to the bedroom to dig deeper into Manny’s closet. Just as he opened the closet door, however, he heard Manny shouting from outside to open the door.
“Sh*t,” Shane muttered to himself as he ran out of the bedroom. “F*k, hold your horses, man!” Shane answered, yanking open the door.
“’Sup, Manny,” he grinned, taking the grocery bags from his friend and bringing them into the kitchen.
“Dude, you know, I still can’t find my phone, and I KNOW I had it. Don’t give me that f*ing look,” he scolded. “My buds might be tryin’ to call me too.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Shane answered absentmindedly, rolling onto his stomach and removing the piece of paper. The note listed quite a few things that he’d never done before – there were “people” employed by his parents to take care of things like laundry, dishwashing, and trash dumping, although he would never let anyone else check his mail. A word of protest was about to escape his lips, but he decided it would be better to just keep his mouth shut and tackle the assigned duties – he was staying there for free, after all.
“Okay, see ya,” Shane said as Manny left the house. “I promise I won’t break all of your sh*t,” he added jokingly, shuffling into the kitchen to take care of the dishes. After scrounging around for a little while to locate a sponge, he started the task in earnest, bringing each dish to his own perception of clean, which meant there were a few stuck on pieces of food here and there (especially on the frying pan), but he was proud of his work none the less.
“Aw, sh*t,” he cursed quietly, looking down at the pair of underwear he had borrowed. A large, wet spot glared up at him from his crotch, the water from the sink having unnoticeably flowed down his arms and onto the lip of the sink, there from which it subsequently dripped onto him. There was also a sizable puddle of soapy liquid at his feet, but he failed to notice it as he referenced the note, now a little soggy and smudged from his wet fingers.
The next item read, “Laundry, if can.” Shane raised his left eyebrow (a talent that he often employed to get giggles) and, after picking up his dirty clothes from the living room, went into the hallway where the washer and dryer were located. Several minutes passed as Shane contemplated that timeless question – to do, or not to do – while he examined the various dials and buttons on the machine. In the end, he decided that the best course of action in this case would be to take no action at all, and he placed his clothes into the washer and referenced the note once more.
“Toss the trash, check the mail – key on counter.” Shane found the key next to the stovetop and pulled the nearly full bag out of the trashcan. He was about to exit the apartment when he remembered that he was dressed somewhat inappropriately, but he figured that it didn’t really matter if anybody saw him – he wasn’t ashamed of his body as long as he wasn’t butt naked. The walk to the dumpster was relatively short, and he only ran into two people along the way, both of whom were apparently neighbors, and both of whom stared curiously at him as he strut by in his wet underwear.
The mailboxes were bundled together in a sort of stone kiosk in front the apartment building. Shane inferred that the box number was probably the same as Manny’s apartment number, so he tried the key in number 179, and smiled to himself as he was proven correct, the lock clicking softly and the door swinging squeakily open. There were several letters inside, all looking rather official, and he grabbed them all, locked the mailbox, and returned to the house. All of the chores took him less than 30 minutes, granted he hadn’t chosen to do the laundry, so he decided to cause a little trouble before Manny got home.
“Don’t touch anything!” Shane read the last item out loud in a mockery of Manny’s chiding voice. “Yeah right. But first, some food.”
Most of the contents of the icebox were a little too healthy for Shane, but he eventually came across a pair of frozen Pepperoni Pizza Hot Pockets. After opening up the packaging and sticking them in the microwave, he wandered into Manny’s bedroom to dig around. Shane knew Manny would be mad if he found his things scattered about on the floor, but for some reason, he liked pissing Manny off, if only to see what he would do, or the faces he would make. Besides, Shane was just plain curious, much like a playful little boy. What kind of things would a guy like Manny hide in his bedroom?
The bureau didn’t turn up anything juicy, save a couple of pairs of animal print Speedo-style undergarments (which caused a fit of uncontrollable giggles). There wasn’t anything particularly interesting underneath the bed, and the microwave beeped as he was about to start on the closet. The pizza aroma was too tempting to resist, so he decided to take a break from his trouble making and watch some TV while he ate. After throwing the empty packaging into the trashcan without first putting in a new bag, he flopped down roughly on the couch, picked up the remote from the coffee table and flipped to a rerun of an Ultimate Fighting match he had watched live the other night.
Shane wolfed down the Hot Pockets and spent about twenty minutes in front of the TV, cursing loudly every time the fighter he was cheering for took a nasty blow. Quickly getting restless, he switched off the TV and returned to the bedroom to dig deeper into Manny’s closet. Just as he opened the closet door, however, he heard Manny shouting from outside to open the door.
“Sh*t,” Shane muttered to himself as he ran out of the bedroom. “F*k, hold your horses, man!” Shane answered, yanking open the door.
“’Sup, Manny,” he grinned, taking the grocery bags from his friend and bringing them into the kitchen.
“Dude, you know, I still can’t find my phone, and I KNOW I had it. Don’t give me that f*ing look,” he scolded. “My buds might be tryin’ to call me too.”
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LightningFox111 - Member for 4 years
Re: Unexpected Affection ( )
by m00se4brainz on Thu Apr 30, 2009 8:54 pm
((UFC! Haha. My brother watches that.))
Manny rolled his eyes. At least Shane had helped him with the bags. But now he was asking about his phone. "Yeah? Well they'll understand if you can't answer it right now. Besides. I doubt anyone's really that aching to talk to you; besides, they'll understand if you're taking a vacation from all that crap. The only one desperate enough to call you is that bitch, and that's harassment."
He scowled and dug his groceries out of the bags, shoving all the plastics into one bag to store in his pantry. He liked to use the bag for trash. Made things easier for him on trash days; not to mention it made the plastic useful. He didn't expect to come home and suddenly be reminded of Shane's problem. That was irritating. But he couldn't help it. He really didn't like Alyssa, to the point it was almost irrational.
"Besides, you can't take a phone in the water anyway," he added as he started to put everything away, packing food in his freezer, then his fridge, and moving on to the dry goods. "That is, if you're willing to come with me to the beach."
He looked at Shane, lifting his brow. "I have to do a job for someone in a couple of hours. I asked if I could bring you along, since you were griping earlier about doing something, and he said it was okay."
Crouching down, he stored away the metal cans and boxes and whatnot. When he moved to toss a spare bottle of dishwashing soap under he sink, he paused when he saw the mess right there in front of it. "What the---?!" There was water and soap on the floor! Abruptly looking up, he turned to the only one responsible. "Shane! Are you asking for an accident? There's water on the floor!"
He ripped a kitchen towel hanging from the handle of the oven and used it to mop up the mess.
"You didn't make any more mess in my home, did you?" he accused, already knowing what the answer would be. That was just like Shane to screw with him like that while he was gone.
Manny rolled his eyes. At least Shane had helped him with the bags. But now he was asking about his phone. "Yeah? Well they'll understand if you can't answer it right now. Besides. I doubt anyone's really that aching to talk to you; besides, they'll understand if you're taking a vacation from all that crap. The only one desperate enough to call you is that bitch, and that's harassment."
He scowled and dug his groceries out of the bags, shoving all the plastics into one bag to store in his pantry. He liked to use the bag for trash. Made things easier for him on trash days; not to mention it made the plastic useful. He didn't expect to come home and suddenly be reminded of Shane's problem. That was irritating. But he couldn't help it. He really didn't like Alyssa, to the point it was almost irrational.
"Besides, you can't take a phone in the water anyway," he added as he started to put everything away, packing food in his freezer, then his fridge, and moving on to the dry goods. "That is, if you're willing to come with me to the beach."
He looked at Shane, lifting his brow. "I have to do a job for someone in a couple of hours. I asked if I could bring you along, since you were griping earlier about doing something, and he said it was okay."
Crouching down, he stored away the metal cans and boxes and whatnot. When he moved to toss a spare bottle of dishwashing soap under he sink, he paused when he saw the mess right there in front of it. "What the---?!" There was water and soap on the floor! Abruptly looking up, he turned to the only one responsible. "Shane! Are you asking for an accident? There's water on the floor!"
He ripped a kitchen towel hanging from the handle of the oven and used it to mop up the mess.
"You didn't make any more mess in my home, did you?" he accused, already knowing what the answer would be. That was just like Shane to screw with him like that while he was gone.
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m00se4brainz - Member for 3 years
Re: Unexpected Affection ( )
by LightningFox111 on Fri May 01, 2009 1:00 am
“Shane, are you asking for an accident,” Shane imitated mockingly, and slapped Manny hard in the buttocks with an open palm as he knelt over to sop up the mess, nearly knocking him into the cabinets under the sink. “Sh*t, lighten up, dude.”
The sun was beginning to rise higher into the sky, and Shane marveled at the cloudless cerulean beauty. “Sure, wouldn’t mind hittin’ the sand,” he admitted, resting his hands on the window sill as he continued to gaze admiringly at the perfect weather.
“So, do I know these guys we’re goin’ with?” he asked offhandedly, absently scratching an annoying itch in the middle of his lower back. “Wish I had my long board, though,” he sighed, turning back to Manny as he stood up from the floor.
“You got any surf shorts I can borrow? Never mind, I’ll go find some myself,” he interjected, making his way to the now slightly more familiar bureau, digging his way through more of Manny’s previously neatly folded garments and tossing them haphazardly onto the bed. A stylish black and silver design from Town & Country caught Shane’s eye, and he yanked it out to examine them more closely.
“I’m borrowing this one, Manny!” he called out, quickly dropping the borrowed underwear and slipping on the chosen pair of shorts. They were a little snug around the buttocks, but he knew that at least they wouldn’t be going anywhere when he jumped into the water. Realizing that he wouldn’t need it when he got to the beach, he removed the snug shirt he had borrowed and tossed it aside.
“Dude, I’m f*ing gorgeous,” he said with a chuckle, checking himself out briefly in the mirror. “So how do I look?” he asked, striking a goofy modeling pose for Manny.
“F*k, the babes are gonna be all over this sh*t. Man, I’m just f*ing joking,” he laughed, cracking up when he saw the look on Manny’s face. “You know I ain’t like that, dude!”
The pair of pants that Shane was wearing the night he arrived at Manny’s was lying on the floor near the door, and he rifled through them to retrieve his wallet and keys. “Hey, you know my phone… oh right, sorry phone police. I’m gonna go wait in the car, ‘kay?”
Shane threw his feet up on the dashboard after getting into the passenger’s side of Manny’s truck, and waited patiently for his friend.
~*~
“Like wow. You’re totally calling Aaron, aren’t you? Like totally low,” Meredith said, chewing a wad of pink bubble gum as she and Alyssa walked along Lake Tahoe behind Shane’s house. “What are you gonna say to him? Like tell me more.”
“Hang on, hang on,” Alyssa mumbled, holding her cell phone tightly to her ear. “Aaron, Aaron! What the f*k are you listening to?”
The pair sat down on the elaborate wooden bench on Shane’s backyard patio, Meredith crossing her arms impatiently and staring out over the shimmering surface of the water, Alyssa arguing loudly with her older brother.
“But, you just have to, Aaron! Please, for me? What do you mean you’re scared? Sh*t what the hell is f*ing wrong with you?”
“Lys, you’re totally blowing this out of proportion. Like totally. And don’t you have a paper to write? Like urgently?”
“Well, f*k you then, Aaron! I’ll find someone myself!” Alyssa shouted, ignoring Meredith. “See if I ever help you again, you stupid piece of sh*t!”
“So? What, you gonna hire a hitman or something?” Meredith asked jokingly.
“Don’t put it past me, Mer.”
The sun was beginning to rise higher into the sky, and Shane marveled at the cloudless cerulean beauty. “Sure, wouldn’t mind hittin’ the sand,” he admitted, resting his hands on the window sill as he continued to gaze admiringly at the perfect weather.
“So, do I know these guys we’re goin’ with?” he asked offhandedly, absently scratching an annoying itch in the middle of his lower back. “Wish I had my long board, though,” he sighed, turning back to Manny as he stood up from the floor.
“You got any surf shorts I can borrow? Never mind, I’ll go find some myself,” he interjected, making his way to the now slightly more familiar bureau, digging his way through more of Manny’s previously neatly folded garments and tossing them haphazardly onto the bed. A stylish black and silver design from Town & Country caught Shane’s eye, and he yanked it out to examine them more closely.
“I’m borrowing this one, Manny!” he called out, quickly dropping the borrowed underwear and slipping on the chosen pair of shorts. They were a little snug around the buttocks, but he knew that at least they wouldn’t be going anywhere when he jumped into the water. Realizing that he wouldn’t need it when he got to the beach, he removed the snug shirt he had borrowed and tossed it aside.
“Dude, I’m f*ing gorgeous,” he said with a chuckle, checking himself out briefly in the mirror. “So how do I look?” he asked, striking a goofy modeling pose for Manny.
“F*k, the babes are gonna be all over this sh*t. Man, I’m just f*ing joking,” he laughed, cracking up when he saw the look on Manny’s face. “You know I ain’t like that, dude!”
The pair of pants that Shane was wearing the night he arrived at Manny’s was lying on the floor near the door, and he rifled through them to retrieve his wallet and keys. “Hey, you know my phone… oh right, sorry phone police. I’m gonna go wait in the car, ‘kay?”
Shane threw his feet up on the dashboard after getting into the passenger’s side of Manny’s truck, and waited patiently for his friend.
~*~
“Like wow. You’re totally calling Aaron, aren’t you? Like totally low,” Meredith said, chewing a wad of pink bubble gum as she and Alyssa walked along Lake Tahoe behind Shane’s house. “What are you gonna say to him? Like tell me more.”
“Hang on, hang on,” Alyssa mumbled, holding her cell phone tightly to her ear. “Aaron, Aaron! What the f*k are you listening to?”
The pair sat down on the elaborate wooden bench on Shane’s backyard patio, Meredith crossing her arms impatiently and staring out over the shimmering surface of the water, Alyssa arguing loudly with her older brother.
“But, you just have to, Aaron! Please, for me? What do you mean you’re scared? Sh*t what the hell is f*ing wrong with you?”
“Lys, you’re totally blowing this out of proportion. Like totally. And don’t you have a paper to write? Like urgently?”
“Well, f*k you then, Aaron! I’ll find someone myself!” Alyssa shouted, ignoring Meredith. “See if I ever help you again, you stupid piece of sh*t!”
“So? What, you gonna hire a hitman or something?” Meredith asked jokingly.
“Don’t put it past me, Mer.”
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LightningFox111 - Member for 4 years
Re: Unexpected Affection ( )
by m00se4brainz on Fri May 01, 2009 1:13 pm
Manny jerked in surprise when the flat of a hand swatted his ass. He glared at Shane, wanting nothing better than to smack him back, but he refrained and simply let the man do as he pleased, choosing instead to get up and wash and dry his hands from the mess so he could continue with his chores. No, he didn't think Shane knew the people Manny was going to be with. Or maybe he did. Shrugging, Manny finished putting everything away while the other man wandered off toward his room. Off to steal more of his stuff.
When he came out again, Manny only rolled his eyes and pulled a face at the man's comment. Yeah. Right. As if. And Manny was a piece of cheesecake. Flapping a hand dismissively at Shane as he finally went away, Manny took his turn going to his room to get his stuff. ...Only to pull to a stop when he saw the mess Shane had made.
Groaning and slapping a hand over his face, he quickly dragged his fingers away before he could pinch the bridge of his nose. He bit his tongue to refrain from saying anything and instead just gathered everything up and dumped it all on his bed. He'd deal with it when he got back. That, or he's suffocate Shane in the pile out of revenge. Shane could be a slob if he wanted to at home, but this was Manny's place. And as far as Manny was concerned, he preferred neatness over slobbery.
Shaking his head, Manny pushed the matter aside and rifled through his things for his bag of beach gear and a pair of shorts for himself. He doubted he would get in the water, but he pulled them on under his pants just in case in place of his underwear. He also picked up his camera, a Nikon D90 with three sets of lens all in a separate case from his camera, and hauled that onto his shoulder. He should've made Shane come back in and hold some of his stuff. Oh well.
After making sure he had everything and an extra battery in case he ran dry in the middle of a shoot, he grabbed his sunglasses from the dresser and then carried everything out of the apartment and down to his vehicle. He tossed the beach bag in the back where some of his other beach gear was (that he never bothered to take out out of sheer laziness and the fact there was a lack of space in his apartment for everything he had), then climbed into his seat. "Hold this. Don't open anything. Just make sure it doesn't drop. I'll kill you if you do," he told Shane as he carefully handed over the equipment.
Once he was sure that Shane had a good grip of his precious babies, he started up the car and backed out, heading for the the beach. It was a relatively short drive to the beach, and by the looks of it, a number of people were already there, lounging around or else playing in the water. There were a few people already surfing as Manny parked and shut down the vehicle, taking his stuff back from Shane before the man could jet and drop them.
"Grab the stuff in the back, will you? I need a place to set up as soon as we find Sam and his friends."
Carefully hoisting his cases and bags on his shoulder, he got out of the car and closed the door, locking it after him before starting for the sand. He was still in his shoes, which must've looked strange to many people, but he had a pair of flip-flops in his beach bag which he would change to in a little bit. Wandering around slowly, looking from side to side for any sign of Sam, it didn't take long to find them. Or rather, for them to find him.
"Manny!"
He turned his head abruptly and saw a group of people gathered together near one spot of sand that was relatively uncrowded. One person was waving at him. Manny waved back and, upon getting closer, saw that it was Sam himself. "Hey."
They slapped hands together in a quick handshake. "You made it! Awesome. Candace and Mark are already out there having a damn good time together," he nodded out at the waves, at two people who were riding the surf. "I'd be joining them too if not for the fact I had to wait for you. But hey! You're here now, so I can't complain. Really, thanks for doing this for me, man."
Manny laughed and dismissed his thanks. "It's fine. Trust me. I was probably going to come out here anyway seeing as how I have to entertain this guy over here." He jerked his thumb over at Shane. "So don't worry about it. Just get out there and don't wipe out or else all your pictures will be of you eating sand."
Some of Sam's friends laughed at that. "Yeah! I bet he would!" one said. Manny looked over at him as he grinned in his direction. "Name's Michael."
Manny nodded at him. The others introduced themselves as well. In total, there was Sam, Candace, Mark, Michael, Julie, and Ace. Six people. But Manny only had to worry about Sam, seeing as how he was his client. "Nice to meet you. Well, don't make me hold you up. I just need to set up." He waved them off, which they gratefully accepted; they obviously wanted to go surfing and not sit around and chit-chat with him. Not like they were being rude, or they didn't like Manny, but when the waves were calling... well. They'd be stupid not to answer.
Turning his attention to Shane, he gestured for him to put everything down. "You don't have to stick around me if you don't want to," he said, and proceeded to take off his shoes, his toes sinking into the warm, almost hot sand. He pushed his sunglasses down from atop his head to settle on his nose, and started to set up where he would sit and watch the others do their thing while he did his own thing.
When he came out again, Manny only rolled his eyes and pulled a face at the man's comment. Yeah. Right. As if. And Manny was a piece of cheesecake. Flapping a hand dismissively at Shane as he finally went away, Manny took his turn going to his room to get his stuff. ...Only to pull to a stop when he saw the mess Shane had made.
Groaning and slapping a hand over his face, he quickly dragged his fingers away before he could pinch the bridge of his nose. He bit his tongue to refrain from saying anything and instead just gathered everything up and dumped it all on his bed. He'd deal with it when he got back. That, or he's suffocate Shane in the pile out of revenge. Shane could be a slob if he wanted to at home, but this was Manny's place. And as far as Manny was concerned, he preferred neatness over slobbery.
Shaking his head, Manny pushed the matter aside and rifled through his things for his bag of beach gear and a pair of shorts for himself. He doubted he would get in the water, but he pulled them on under his pants just in case in place of his underwear. He also picked up his camera, a Nikon D90 with three sets of lens all in a separate case from his camera, and hauled that onto his shoulder. He should've made Shane come back in and hold some of his stuff. Oh well.
After making sure he had everything and an extra battery in case he ran dry in the middle of a shoot, he grabbed his sunglasses from the dresser and then carried everything out of the apartment and down to his vehicle. He tossed the beach bag in the back where some of his other beach gear was (that he never bothered to take out out of sheer laziness and the fact there was a lack of space in his apartment for everything he had), then climbed into his seat. "Hold this. Don't open anything. Just make sure it doesn't drop. I'll kill you if you do," he told Shane as he carefully handed over the equipment.
Once he was sure that Shane had a good grip of his precious babies, he started up the car and backed out, heading for the the beach. It was a relatively short drive to the beach, and by the looks of it, a number of people were already there, lounging around or else playing in the water. There were a few people already surfing as Manny parked and shut down the vehicle, taking his stuff back from Shane before the man could jet and drop them.
"Grab the stuff in the back, will you? I need a place to set up as soon as we find Sam and his friends."
Carefully hoisting his cases and bags on his shoulder, he got out of the car and closed the door, locking it after him before starting for the sand. He was still in his shoes, which must've looked strange to many people, but he had a pair of flip-flops in his beach bag which he would change to in a little bit. Wandering around slowly, looking from side to side for any sign of Sam, it didn't take long to find them. Or rather, for them to find him.
"Manny!"
He turned his head abruptly and saw a group of people gathered together near one spot of sand that was relatively uncrowded. One person was waving at him. Manny waved back and, upon getting closer, saw that it was Sam himself. "Hey."
They slapped hands together in a quick handshake. "You made it! Awesome. Candace and Mark are already out there having a damn good time together," he nodded out at the waves, at two people who were riding the surf. "I'd be joining them too if not for the fact I had to wait for you. But hey! You're here now, so I can't complain. Really, thanks for doing this for me, man."
Manny laughed and dismissed his thanks. "It's fine. Trust me. I was probably going to come out here anyway seeing as how I have to entertain this guy over here." He jerked his thumb over at Shane. "So don't worry about it. Just get out there and don't wipe out or else all your pictures will be of you eating sand."
Some of Sam's friends laughed at that. "Yeah! I bet he would!" one said. Manny looked over at him as he grinned in his direction. "Name's Michael."
Manny nodded at him. The others introduced themselves as well. In total, there was Sam, Candace, Mark, Michael, Julie, and Ace. Six people. But Manny only had to worry about Sam, seeing as how he was his client. "Nice to meet you. Well, don't make me hold you up. I just need to set up." He waved them off, which they gratefully accepted; they obviously wanted to go surfing and not sit around and chit-chat with him. Not like they were being rude, or they didn't like Manny, but when the waves were calling... well. They'd be stupid not to answer.
Turning his attention to Shane, he gestured for him to put everything down. "You don't have to stick around me if you don't want to," he said, and proceeded to take off his shoes, his toes sinking into the warm, almost hot sand. He pushed his sunglasses down from atop his head to settle on his nose, and started to set up where he would sit and watch the others do their thing while he did his own thing.
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