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Post by Brandi on Aug 24, 2007 7:27:13 GMT -5
*Brandi lifted one eyelid at the sound of him sitting to remove his boots. She smiled.*
"Thank you."
*She pushed herself up onto her elbow and drank from the glass he had set on the table.*
"You ok? I don't mean to be a bother."
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Post by Jeremy on Aug 24, 2007 7:40:49 GMT -5
*He looks up surprised to hear her voice. Setting the boot down Jeremy grins and lowers the wick on the bedside lamp, causing the room to darken.*
"Didn't mean to wake you. Everything is locked up and the message has been sent. And you're not a bother at all. I'd much rather have you crashing here than trying to make it back to the inn all drunkified."
*He gave her arm another squeeze and turned back to the chair.*
"Throw something at me if I snore."
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Post by Brandi on Aug 24, 2007 7:53:26 GMT -5
*Brandi yawned and stretched.*
"At least I know my limits. Buddy would be saying that he was still tipsy..."
*She snuggled her head against the pillow.*
"Besides...I wasn't sleeping. I was just...resting."
*She lifted her head long enough to stick out her tongue.*
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Post by Jeremy on Aug 24, 2007 7:59:24 GMT -5
"Uh huh... I believe you."
*He stifles his own yawn as he sinks into the chair, pulling a blanket off the back down over him.*
"And none of that now... you know the rule."
*His eyes droop as watches her.*
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Post by Brandi on Aug 24, 2007 8:10:05 GMT -5
*Brandi promptly stuck her tongue back in and rolled over to face the opposite wall. She glanced back over her shoulder at him.*
"Fine then. Poohead."
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Post by Jeremy on Aug 24, 2007 8:15:52 GMT -5
*He chuckles softly as he shifts in the chair.*
"That's me... head of poo."
*Pulling the blanket around him, Jeremy's field of vision is limited to the space between a single cracked eyelid. He smiles as she shifts in the bed.*
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Post by Brandi on Aug 24, 2007 8:18:22 GMT -5
"Damn right it is."
*Brandi snuggled into the pillow again, facing away from him.*
"Thanks though, for looking out for me."
*She smiled to herself as she started to nod off.*
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Post by Jeremy on Aug 24, 2007 8:21:30 GMT -5
"Anytime. Sleep well."
*Jeremy waits and watches till it seems like she's drifted off before he shifts once more and closes his eyes fully.*
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Post by Jeremy on Aug 24, 2007 8:28:19 GMT -5
***NEXT MORNING***
*His eyes still shut, Jeremy smiles as he listens to her soft breathing. He slowly cracks one eye and stretches quietly. Grabbing a clean shirt, his boots and the apron he silently leaves the room to dress in the hallway. Once fully clothed Jeremy moves downstairs and goes about fixing a breakfast of steak omelets, hash browns and waffles.*
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Post by Brandi on Aug 24, 2007 8:45:13 GMT -5
*Brandi thought she heard something. She peeked out of one eye. Cry-Baby wasn't in bed. Her brow furrowed.*
Wait...this isn't my bed.
*She shot up with a start before remembering where she was. She rested back on the pillow for a few moments and then pushed herself out of bed. Wandering over to the wardrobe, she was suddenly happy she had made sure she drank some water before bed. Narrowly avoided a hangover. Again. She sighed and shifted through the clothing. Not a dress among it. She settled on some high-waisted trousers and a button-down work shirt. She figured it would be easier explaining why she was wearing men's clothes then why she was wearing a Grateful Dead shirt. Slipping the suspenders over her shoulders, she pulled her hair back from her face in a low bun at the base of her head. Then she made her way downstairs.*
"Something smells good."
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 24, 2007 13:29:45 GMT -5
*Cry-baby entered the restaurant, his eyes adjusting to the lack of light and struggling with the lack of sleep. He shouldn't have left her alone; what if something had happened? To either of them?*
"Brandi?" *he called cautiously.*
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Post by Brandi on Aug 24, 2007 18:47:09 GMT -5
*Brandi's face lit up at the sound of his voice. She stood and turned, a broad grin on her face.
"Cry-Baby!"
*She ran to him and pounced, so relieved to see him in one piece. She kissed him passionately, not minding showing her affections in front of Jeremy. She probably still smelled of amaretto and coffee, but that didn't matter at the moment. She was just so happy to see him. When she finally let go, she tugged his hand, urging him towards the kitchen.*
"I'm so glad to see you. Do you want some breakfast? I promise it won't disappoint."
*She turned her face back to the cook.*
"Hey, Jeremy. Got a sec?"
*Turning back to Cry-Baby, she introduced the men properly.*
"Baby, this is my friend Jeremy. Jeremy, this is Cry-Baby."
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 24, 2007 18:56:09 GMT -5
*Cry-baby folded his arms around her appreciatively. He'd gotten strangely worried about her, not knowing who Jeremy was or what condition he'd find her in. He buried his face in her hair for a moment before returning her kiss.*
"Hey, Jeremy," *he said with an eloquent nod of the head.* "Thanks for takin' care of my girl."
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Post by Jeremy on Aug 25, 2007 4:24:30 GMT -5
*Jeremy grins and flips an omelet onto a plate.*
"We've been friends a long time. Couldn't do anything but."
*He finishes plating and slides on over to Cry Baby's side of the counter.*
"You'll stay for breakfast?"
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 25, 2007 10:28:52 GMT -5
*Cry-baby found a moment to wonder briefly about Brandi and Jeremy's relationship before his attention was caught by the omelet. Did Brandi like guys who cooked?*
"Uh, yeah. 'F that's all right."
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