Post by bryce allen stenson on Sept 16, 2009 15:43:14 GMT -5
* -- build me up butter cup
just to let me down .
[/font][/i][/center]just to let me down .
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]With a well deserved day off from the bar, Bryce woke up around eleven-thirty with a massive hangover. He couldn't remember a whole lot about the previous night, only that he had left the bar around four that morning with a pretty and petite brunette. However, after looking around his bedroom of his small apartment, he concluded that he must have been imaging things. As he slipped on a clean pair of jeans and walked a few steps down the hall and into the kitchen, he realized that he had indeed taken a petite brunette home. Only, she was sleeping on the little island that stood in the center of the kitchenette with a bottle of cheap champagne next to her arm, as if the champagne was a teddy bear.
Smiling as he shook his head and looked down, he picked her up and took back into his bedroom. There he slipped her heels off and made her comfortable; or at least as comfortable as she could be before she woke up with a very bad hangover. Heading back to the kitchenette, he opened the fridge and finished off the milk as she fixed himself a bagel with strawberry-flavored cream cheese. There he stood looking out of his floor-to-ceiling windows out at the mountains and the ocean. The apartment might have been small, and on one floor with only one bedroom and a bathroom, but the view was well worth the rent and all the hassle of his neighbors. Though he didn't live on the top-most floor, he did live high enough above the palm trees to have beautiful views of the mountains, the beach and the ocean.
After a few more minutes, he decided that the pool was a good idea for his hangover. Going back to his room, he put on a pair of shorts, got a towel and left a note for the brunette, saying to make herself at home and he would be back in a few hours. After driving for a few minutes, he arrived at the pool and headed towards the closest empty chair that was under an over-sized umbrella. Letting out a soft sigh, he pulled the umbrella away slightly so he could have direct sunlight. The person who had been sitting next to him a few inches away got her stuff and left, leaving Bryce with the privacy he had wanted all along.
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tagged: open.
words: four twelve without codes.
notes: i'm horrid at starting threads, but feel free to interrupt Bryce's nice little moment by himself.
duds: swimmies, flippy floppies.