fast eddie's | early evening | saturday | december 19

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Even though Alex's break week had started back on Wednesday, it still felt like it was official once the weekend started. To celebrate, he'd slept late, eaten something unhealthy for breakfast and lazed away the hours (all the while thankfully avoiding any mistletoe while Griff was in the room) until he actually realized he had something planned.

So, having already downed half his beer (he was celebrating, after all), Alex was leaning over the pool table and lining up a shot. It was easy enough but his concentration was off or the table was tilted or something and he flubbed the shot, shaking the cue ball off the side.

That just meant he ended up cursing under his breath and deciding that downing the rest of his beer was a good way to make himself feel better. He had great coping skills.

[possibly expecting someone but open place in town is open]

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"Making me feel like I'm all special and shit," he said, honesty and teasing all rolled up in his tone. They were never going to finish the game. "At least this proves that you do have a thing for Americans."

Or him. Whatever. Americans was more general and less scary, he thought.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Less scary, even if him was closer to the truth.

"You're alright, I suppose," she decided, circling her forefinger against the side of his neck with a twitch of a smile. "Manage to grow on a girl."

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"It's a talent," he replied. A talent he'd apparently just discovered since he hadn't done a lot of growing in the past.

"You really wanna finish the game?" he asked, already bending down to press lips to shoulder and neck. "We could call it a draw, do both things sometime and get out of here."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Better not start telling me I took the easy way out." she said, closing her eyes for a moment as he met her skin. He'd been the one to suggest it, but she still wouldn't put it past him.

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"Cross my heart," he said, still keeping his mouth against the side of her neck. "Tie. Draw. Even up. We'll do both the things."

Because it was such a hardship for them.

"I wanna do other things to you now." This was probably that 'distraction by physical things' again. Oh well. It wasn't a hardship either.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Not even close to a hardship.

"Mm." Well, she wasn't against that idea. It seemed like Effy was never going to finish a game of pool in this town. "How about we try not to get thrown out this time?" Not that, that hadn't been amusing.

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"Sure I can resist jumping you till we get somewhere else," he said, pulling back to grin at her.

"Might be a close thing though." Well. She was hot and all. "Better pick a place quick."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Sure I can work something out." So long as they at least make it back somewhere warm, Effy probably wouldn't much care, and she suspected, neither would he. Might eventually even get to her room.

For now she could snag that multi-use pool cue off him to put it on the table, and snuck up close for a brief lingering kiss. No one said she wasn't allowed to tempt.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Warm would be ideal, yep, but even he wasn't that picky if he was really turned on (and he was getting there). She tended to have effect on him.

"Sure you can," he agreed, mumbling it mostly against her lips and using his now free hands to get around her. They were going to end up doing some sort of fumbling walk out of here. "I've got faith in you. Show me what you can do."

Meant dirtily and not dirtily. See, handy.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

They could hardly leave normally like everyone else. So boring.

Effy grinned her agreement in the statement, and managed the barest of nods. "Come on then."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Yeah, he didn't have to be told twice. Not in this instance. As soon as those words were out of her mouth, he was already backing them towards the door (without really letting go and stopping to kiss her a few times) ignoring any looks or the like. Whatever.

He didn't care. He was enjoying himself and planned on doing that the rest of the night. If they found her bed, well, all the better. At this point, he was just more wanting her. Pool wasn't such a bad game for them after all.