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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Jul 2, 2012 22:20:21 GMT -5
Claire shut her eyes and took a moment to just enjoy being wrapped up in Griffins' arms the way that she was. They were so warm and comforting in a way she never had. It wasn't like she ever had anyone to really hold her like that. The few guys she dated when she was younger it wasn't like it was with Griffin and it wasn't like she had a dad to speak of to hold her when she was upset.
"I'm still unsure how I feel about it. It's so risky.. but I'm confident that Mordecai wouldn't put us in danger. If he feels we would be I'm sure he would drop his plans immediately." She could feel his breath against her ear and she shuddered but it was a good shudder. "You'll be safe, though. And it won't be for some time that we're revealed."
She leaned back just enough so she could look into his eyes. "It's not me that I'm worried about. It's you ya goon." Claire told him and moved her arm so she could tap his the mask where his nose would be playfully before resting her arm back around his neck again. "Well, okay maybe me too. A little bit. But mostly you. I mean I just don't want to see this get crazy. It shouldn't but if it does then we're going to have a mess on our hands." She felt like such a dummy and even a little sappy talking about how she cared about him. It wasn't like Claire to just tell someone that she cared about them. She didn't tell Cheyenne that and she was her sister and she freaking loved that blonde bimbo!
"It's just it's change. And change freaks me out. So I could only imagine how it would make other people feel. Or not. Maybe I'm just weird."
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Post by GRIFFIN CARTWRIGHT on Jul 2, 2012 23:27:07 GMT -5
"It's not me that I'm worried about. It's you ya goon." He smiled warmly down ta her as she poked his nose. His head turned to the side a little as he gazed her, seeing how much she cared though she tried to hide it. "Well, okay maybe me too. A little bit. But mostly you. I mean I just don't want to see this get crazy. It shouldn't but if it does then we're going to have a mess on our hands." He ran his fingers into her tangle of messy curls, but made sure not to tug any of the out. He simply held his hand in her hair, allowing her to voice her concerns. Griffin couldn't recall her ever showing concern for him before. But then again she never really needed to.
"It's just it's change. And change freaks me out. So I could only imagine how it would make other people feel. Or not. Maybe I'm just weird."
He nodded kindly. "You are weird, among other things, but that's what I love about you most I think." He teased lightly, pulling her closer into a hug, his body still swaying with the music though he wasn't really dancing anymore. "Don't worry so much. Everything will work out. I'm going to be fine, as are you, and in a few years we'll be looking back on this and laughing at our concerns. Those in charge are working to make this happen in such a way that it won't come as a shock. They're going to prepare the world first. I don't know how, but Mordecai would never put us in danger, and as callous as the Gargoyle leader can be, I'm confident he wouldn't want any harm to come to us or his own kind as well."
Griffin held her close, liking the closeness of her and the way her warm body felt pressed to his. It was comforting more than anything and he would gladly hold her all night if he could. He'd want nothing more than to have her cradled in his arms as he fell asleep, only to have her stay there all night. It was nice thought. "And I hope change doesn't freak you out too much." He said more playfully now, pulling away so he could look down into her eyes. "Dating me will be a change.. one that I certainly hope doesn't freak you out. That's the last thing I want." His gaze was loving in a paternal way, his fingers coming up to sweep a loose strand of hair back into place. "Sometimes, Claire, change is good."
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Jul 3, 2012 0:37:20 GMT -5
"You are weird, among other things, but that's what I love about you most I think." You are weird. "Well thanks for that. Really, thanks." Claire said almost sarcastically but she wasn't hurt by what he said and the smile made that evident. She just liked to act overly dramatic at times and after she did she felt like her sister. Her sister was a drama queen sometimes too, and that was one of those quirks that they shared when they were freaking out. "Don't worry so much. Everything will work out. I'm going to be fine, as are you, and in a few years we'll be looking back on this and laughing at our concerns. Those in charge are working to make this happen in such a way that it won't come as a shock. They're going to prepare the world first. I don't know how, but Mordecai would never put us in danger, and as callous as the Gargoyle leader can be, I'm confident he wouldn't want any harm to come to us or his own kind as well." "Yeah, well.. I'm pretty sure he's more worried about his own kind than anyone else's." She remarked when Griffin brought up the Gargoyle leader. She'd yet to meet a Gargoyle but she knew they were out there and that they had their leader. Mostly it was just by word of mouth that she got her news. It was like she didn't know there were really Avisailles out there until the bones, and of course Griffin. "You know me, I worry. I worry about everything." She said in a dramatic voice again and this time her eyes did this quirky little thing, crossing for emphasis and then uncrossing to look at him and laugh. "And I hope change doesn't freak you out too much." She gave him her full attention when he pulled away a bit to look at her, "Dating me will be a change.. one that I certainly hope doesn't freak you out. That's the last thing I want. Sometimes, Claire, Change is good." Claire felt his fingers in her hair and in the back of her mind she hoped he didn't accidentally undo one of the bobby pins or her hair would fall and possibly flatten out, but she liked when he touched her. It was weird and exciting and sweet all wrapped up in a big red bow! "Dating you.. that just sounds so.. it's pretty cool I can't lie," she said with her big doofy smile. "Now when I walk by you at work I can be all, 'hey boyfriend' and skip away like a giddy little schoolgirl." Claire just.. was being Claire and talking like it was nobody's business. "Not that I really would! I mean, that's totally unprofessional but I'm just saying. It's nice to know that if I wanted to I could. And it's weird. It's a change. But it's not a freaky change like this whole going public thing. I mean that is like running around outside naked! I don't know about you but I'm not into the whole hippy.. streaking... thing. I like to keep my clothes on. I just seem to have really bad luck at that around Frank.. butthat'sbesidethepoint!" She was rambling and shook her head as if to re-categorize her thoughts and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. This is new ground. I haven't done the dating thing in forever - not that it's going to change anything between us. But the whole title thing and geeze louise Cheyenne is going to have a field day with this. Maybe we just.. let's not tell her. For like, ever? It could get a little crazy if she knew. I mean you heard her when she came storming when you spent the night with her... profanities and... non-filtered mouth..ness." Where the hell was she going with this?! She was going way off topic and wasn't sure if she could find her way back this time, so with parted lips and a head shake she gave him a confused look. "....okay I lost myself."
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Post by GRIFFIN CARTWRIGHT on Jul 3, 2012 20:25:59 GMT -5
"Dating you.. that just sounds so.. it's pretty cool I can't lie," He was surprised by the comment. She thought dating him would be cool? Why would anyone think dating him would be cool? Griffin was under the strict impression he was dull. Fascinating, but dull like a geometry book. Full of all sorts of knowledge no one needed on a daily basis, a bit complicated but certainly interesting. He wouldn't have considered dating him to be "pretty cool" at all, but he was more than happy that Claire thought so. "Now when I walk by you at work I can be all, 'hey boyfriend' and skip away like a giddy little schoolgirl. Not that I really would! I mean, that's totally unprofessional but...." And so began another Claire rant, probably the first big one of the evening. Griffin chuckled, deeply pleased that this quality didn't seem to escape her. She was still his silly Claire.
Instead of stopping her, Griffin allowed her to get it out of her system. He wanted to hear what she had to say in regards to telling her sister anyway. He was actually surprised when she said she didn't want to. Griffin thought she might want to run and tell Cheyenne as soon as they made it official, assuming she was there, but this was the first her sister really came up.
"....okay I lost myself."
Another chuckle came from Griffin as he gently played with her hair. "If you'd rather keep it from your sister, then we can. I'd like to tell her at some point, though. I don't want us to be a secret. I'm far too proud of having you to want to keep it from anyone." He explained, though he would certainly respect her wishes and be quiet about it if that was her prerogative. "Which reminds me.." He figured they had already moved off the topic of the "big reveal" so he felt comfortable completely changing the subject. Not much else could be said about it. "I'd like very much for you to meet my family. It's just my parents, really. I've told them about you, though not my intentions of becoming your partner. I'm certain they would love nothing more than to meet the woman who managed to captivate me the way you have." He smiled warmly. "Would that be alright? I could have them over for supper one evening."
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Jul 3, 2012 21:35:55 GMT -5
Claire didn't know how to explain what she thought about telling Cheyenne. A part of her wanted to run over and jump on her sister and blurt it out like some high school nerd who got a date to prom with the all-star quarterback. But then she knew Cheyenne would hound her about when they were going to sleep together. Not that Claire didn't want to but she liked taking things slow and it was obvious that Griffin was the same way. Maybe she would go tell Chey before the night was over. Or maybe she'd wait and tell her the next day.
"I'll tell her. Maybe tomorrow." Claire told him so that he knew she was planning on doing it. "Which reminds me.." What could her telling her sister about them officially dating have reminded him of? "I'd like very much for you to meet my family. It's just my parents, really. I've told them about you, though not my intentions of becoming your partner. I'm certain they would love nothing more than to meet the woman who managed to captivate me the way you have." OH GOD. Claire was never good at meeting parents. Being thrown in a situation that made a normal person nervous was like throwing Claire into the fiery pits of HELL. "Would that be alright? I could have them over for supper one evening."
As scary as it might sound, Claire realized that this was probably a first for Griffin to have someone to bring home and meet the parents that was more than just a friend. She should feel honored that he picked her to be the one to bring home and meet the folks. And his parents had to be Avisailles which meant they were probably just as nice as Griffin was. They had to be if they raised him to be the sweet guy that she knew. Suddenly the thought of it wasn't as terrifying and she was able to meet his smile with her own.
"Yeah we could do that." She nodded and then realized that maybe she'd have to talk to Cheyenne later on that night. Because if she had to meet his family then she needed to know what to do! "I just - you know I- I'm not great at first impressions. Or meeting parents. You know how I get when I'm nervous. Just don't forget that." It was like she was warning him of how she was going to act ahead of time. "Maybe you could tell me what they're like? That way I'm not a total lost cause?"
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Post by GRIFFIN CARTWRIGHT on Jul 3, 2012 23:07:36 GMT -5
He grinned when she agreed, but he could see how unsure she was despite her agreeing to meet them. He knew why before she even opened her mouth, and when she began to speak it only confirmed his fears.
"You're not a lost cause, Claire." He assured gently, knowing her rants probably wounded her ego to some degree. "You're absolutely perfect the way you are, and don't even think about defying what I just said. You're perfect, Claire. To me, you're perfect. Rants and all." He promised, leaning in and brushing his lips to hers. It felt so right and so good to be able to do it. He had no idea how lovely it would all be!
"My parents will see beyond your nervousness as I have. They'll see what's inside. In your heart. You have a beautiful heart." He assured, his words still soft and kind as he spoke to her as a father would his daughter instead of how a man would his partner. It was a simple matter of him being older than her; he just saw the world in ways that she just couldn't it. He saw everything with the perspective of having lived life.
"You have no reason to be nervous, though I know simply saying that won't ease your mind. My parents are both warm and kind, very soft spoken and supportive. I have a great deal of respect for them; they live their lives peacefully and I have done my best to mirror the example they've set. Sometimes I wonder if they're flawed at all." He admitted with a soft chuckle, before gazing back at Claire. "I'm making it worse, aren't I." He joked wondering if she would be even more nervous if she thought they were perfect when she felt she was anything but.
"My parents will love your quirks as much as I do. Be yourself, I promise it will be a pleasant evening. They, of course, would be on their best behavior, too." He promised, tilting his head and trying to see into her soul. Her eyes were so green tonight under the lighting. "If you'd like, I could your mother as well?" He offered gently unsure if that was something she would want or not. He knew the McLeester sisters had a strange relationship with their mother, but would Claire want him to meet her? "I don't have to, only if you want me to. Is it too soon?" He asked, pouting a bit. "We've only just made things official. I don't want to push you, Claire.. I want whatever will please you most."
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Jul 5, 2012 2:22:05 GMT -5
"My parents will see beyond your nervousness as I have. They'll see what's inside. In your heart. You have a beautiful heart." Claire loved when he complimented her even if she did act like a nervous wreck. Griffin didn't lie to her so when he made a compliment he truly believed it. It wasn't like when women went does this make me look fat? no not at all! He built up her confidence in ways nobody else had ever been able to and she grinned at him.
"You have no reason to be nervous, though I know simply saying that won't ease your mind. My parents are both warm and kind, very soft spoken and supportive. I have a great deal of respect for them; they live their lives peacefully and I have done my best to mirror the example they've set. Sometimes I wonder if they're flawed at all. I'm making it worse, aren't I." "Uhh.. yeah just a little bit." She laughed nervously. His parents sounded so perfect! She was going to make an idiot of herself but that was an everyday thing. There was no help in that department for the girl.
"My parents will love your quirks as much as I do. Be yourself, I promise it will be a pleasant evening. They, of course, would be on their best behavior, too." She watched him tilt his head and she mimicked the motion tilting hers in the opposite direction and then laughing again. "If you'd like, I could meet your mother as well?" His words cut off her laughter and her mouth turned down into a tense frown. Griffin meet her mom?! She wasn't sure how that would go over. "I don't have to, only if you want me to. Is it too soon? We've only just made things official. I don't want to push you, Claire,.. I want whatever will please you most."
Claire stammered and blinked several times like she wasn't sure what to say. She didn't know if her mom would even want to meet Griffin. Her and Chey didn't exactly bring men home to meet their mother just like she didn't bring men home to meet them. There was never an illusion of father figures, and that was one thing that Claire was glad her mother never did. Sure, the woman slept around with half the city, sure Cheyenne might have almost slept with her possible brother, but their mother never brought home strange men and said 'meet your new daddy' to the girls. She was thankful of that. The only daddy complex that Claire had was the lack of one. But it was okay with her.
"Mom's.. I mean you could meet her. I don't have a problem with it at all. But she's pretty much an older version of Chey and wouldn't be on her best behavior. I've never had anyone meet her. So maybe it could be a double first. I'll meet your folks and you meet.. my mom." Claire said nervously and watched Griffin's expression behind his black mask.
"And it's not like we just met, Griff. We've been friends for a while. I've seen your wings you've seen my fur," she teased quietly.
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Post by GRIFFIN CARTWRIGHT on Jul 5, 2012 14:43:38 GMT -5
Claire was quiet and Griffin wasn't sure what she was thinking. Did she hate the idea? Was he pushing things too far too quickly? He had no idea how this dating thing really worked and was going out on a limb. He felt like he did that first day at Megsy Isle; anxious and confident. He had the right tools to do the job and he felt like he could do it, but when it came time to actually perform he felt like everything he thought he knew was wrong. It wasn't as simple as just flapping your wings and taking flight. You needed to work and feel how the wind sifted through your feathers; the way the wind blew and how to ride the breeze just so.
"Mom's.. I mean you could meet her. I don't have a problem with it at all. But she's pretty much an older version of Chey and wouldn't be on her best behavior. I've never had anyone meet her. So maybe it could be a double first. I'll meet your folks and you meet.. my mom." He could easily tell how reluctant she was to have him meet her mother and he swayed slowly with her as she spoke. "And it's not like we just met, Griff. We've been friends for a while. I've seen your wings you've seen my fur," she teased quietly and he grinned. Well, then she didn't assume he was trying to push things along. Truth be told Griffin felt as though he had all the time in the world with Claire, though he knew he didn't. She wouldn't last as long as him which was a scary thought, but one he had pushed from his mind repeatedly, and tonight was no different. he wouldn't worry about the lack of time they had together because in actuality they had a great deal of time together.
"Well, Cheyenne seems to like me well enough, so surely your mother will as well." He wondered how a woman who was as wild, and straight forward as Cheyenne could birth someone like Claire. Claire didn't seem to have anything in common with her sister, but then again Griffin knew he didn't see them on a personal note. They were probably much different together without him present than with him. Since day one, though, Cheyenne had made it her priority to embarrass Claire in front of him, but Griffin was able to see that her sisters intentions had always been well meaning. It took a while to see what her intentions were, but now that he did, he didn't completely fault Cheyenne. She wanted to see Claire happy, and Claire had felt she might be with someone like Griffin. Griffin had every intention of filling that wish.
"I love your fur." She shot back gently, his smile still present and sweet as ever. "I love everything about you, and like I said earlier, I want to know everything about you. Just give me more things to love. I think it would be wonderful to know the woman who raised you." He knew from stories that her mother hadn't always been present, but she was still Claire's mother, and if he was going to traipse across the globe with Claire, he thought it would at least be fair to meet her mother first. He stroked her cheek lightly, his look becoming slightly more intense. "You fascinate me.. you make me feel so alive, like I felt when I traveled. I fear I might become addicted to you." He teased with a playful grin. "I feel as though I should feel silly for feeling that and even more so for admitting it, but I thought you should know. It was one of the things that made me realize that perhaps we should grow our relationship. I love discovering you, and I feel like there will always be something to learn.. like the way you roll your eyes and contort your face. I love the strange faces you make." He teased, chuckling softly and kissing her again briefly. "I'm looking forward to meeting your mother."
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Jul 5, 2012 23:25:49 GMT -5
"Well, Cheyenne seems to like me well enough, so surely your mother will as well." "Eh," she shrugged but she knew it was true. Their mom would like him because he was a hottie and might even try to hit on him.. although she hoped her mom wouldn't do that. Not with someone Claire brought home! She trusted Cheyenne more than she trusted her mom that was for sure.
"I love your fur. I love everything about you, and like I said earlier, I want to know everything about you. Just give me more things to love. I think it would be wonderful to know the woman who raised you." Griffin was always so hungry for knowledge! Claire liked to learn things and read but she couldn't hold all the information in her little brain that he had. "You fascinate me.. you make me feel so alive, like I felt when I traveled. I fear I might become addicted to you. I feel as though I should feel silly for feeling that and even more so for admitting it, but I thought you should know. It was one of the things that made me realize that perhaps we should grow our relationship. I love discovering you, and I feel like there will always be something to learn.. like the way you roll your eyes and contort your face. I love the strange faces you make."
"Well I can say that you are the first and only person who ever liked the odd faces I make. You should make some. You know, you have to have some kind of quirks. Being perfect all the time must be hard work," she teased and ended up bumping knees with him again. "Stupid knees!" She hissed at her knees and looked down to see them then rolling her eyes at herself, who talked to their knees?! Claire did apparently.
"I'm looking forward to meeting your mother." That brought her back and she looked at him curiously. Griffin had no idea what he was getting himself into. "I think I'm more nervous about you meeting my mom than I am meeting your parents. At least with your parents I expect them to be nice, but mom? She might get a little grabby."
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Post by GRIFFIN CARTWRIGHT on Jul 9, 2012 18:54:00 GMT -5
Griffin had a hard time believing he was the only person who loved the faces she made. Claire was cute, surely everyone who met her saw that immediately. Her faces were funny, sweet and endearing. He was sure he was probably just the first person to tell her, though. She didn't exactly have a high opinion of herself.
"I think I'm more nervous about you meeting my mom than I am meeting your parents. At least with your parents I expect them to be nice, but mom? She might get a little grabby."
Grabby? What did she mean by that? Griffin raised his brows wondering if she meant what it sounded like she meant. "Grabby?" He repeated, clearly confused. As in touching him? Surely she was exaggerating and Griffin smiled and shook his head. "I'm sure she'll be kind. She made you, after all. Even Cheyenne has boundaries, and though she toes the line I think at times, she is certainly respectful. I can't imagine your mother being disrespectful to her daughters boyfriend." Just calling himself her boyfriend was enough to put a smile on his face.
"Don't worry so much, Claire. This is going to all be wonderful.. Strange, I think, but wonderful. I'm excited to meet her. And so you know I intend to make you blush by praising you in front of her." he teased with a wide grin, pecking her lips gently. "I have no desire to ever hide how highly I think of you."
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Post by BAA on Jul 9, 2012 21:29:49 GMT -5
The masked man blended in well with the crowd, clad in a black on black suit with a plain gold venetian mask that elongated in the nose and hooking under giving the appearance of a beak. The mask made it nearly impossible to detect who this man was making him all the more mysterious. He moved through the crowd of the dance floor, along the sidelines and any other possible space he could get to so he could watch, follow all the attendees with his dark eyes.
When the timing felt right, when he was certain he watched everyone for as long as he should he moved through the crowd once more. He'd go up to someone and slip an invitation in their hand before moving on to the next person. The mysterious man went around and did this six times to six different people. He never spoke a word, never looked at any of them. He just handed them the invite and then moved on, back into the crowd and disappearing not to be seen again that night.
The following characters were given an invitation:
Checotah, Zane, Brandon, Liam, Claire, Flynn
These characters may write out how they received their invitation from the masked man. i.e. he bumped into you and slipped it in your pocket, or he simply handed it to you and walked away. No conversation or eye contact.
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Jul 10, 2012 0:12:16 GMT -5
"Grabby?" She pursed her lips together and curled them up at the corners a bit, shrugging her shoulders trying to play it off like she was kidding but really she didn't know! She'd never brought someone home to meet mom before so it was new ground for her. "I'm sure she'll be kind. She made you, after all. Even Cheyenne has boundaries, and though she toes the line I think at times, she is certainly respectful. I can't imagine your mother being disrespectful to her daughters boyfriend." Maybe he was right, but there was no telling until the time came to actually bring him over to see her mom. She wouldn't worry about it right now and let it spoil the night. Maybe she'd ask Cheyenne to come along too, maybe she could bring her brother. That thought made her burst out laughing and she had to look away from him off to the side, afraid that she might accidentally spit on him from her outburst. He probably thought she was crazy, just randomly laughing like that, especially since she hadn't told Griffin about Cheyenne's biggest scandal of the month. She'd have to tell him all about it later.
"Don't worry so much, Claire. This is going to all be wonderful.. Strange, I think, but wonderful. I'm excited to meet her. And so you know I intend to make you blush by praising you in front of her." "Ugh," she groaned and tilted her head back, sticking her tongue out as if that was the worse thing he could ever do, but she was only kidding and when she looked back at him he kissed her and she had to grin, "I have no desire to ever hide how highly I think of you." God why was he so damn sweet?! Claire could just melt into a gooey puddle of.. Claire gooeyness.
She was getting ready to wrap her arms tighter around his neck and maybe even lean in for another kiss, liking this new perk of being able to kiss him when she felt like it! She wanted to just keep on doing it. She wanted to find Cheyenne and kiss him in front of her! Because.. that just sounded like a good idea! But when she leaned in someone came up from the side and with their hands squeezed inbetween her and Griffin and pried them apart, cutting between them and just kept walking. Claire staggered backwards, arms flapping to try and keep herself balanced, nearly knocking into an older lady but catching herself in time. When she turned to look at the guy he was already gone and she blinked a few times, wondering if she just stumbled backwards and thought someone cut between them. But that's when she realized she was holding onto something and looked down, You have been chosen to witness a moment in history! "What is this?" Claire read the invitation, wondering who the jerk was and why he gave her an invitation to another event. Didn't they know they couldn't advertise other events at the museum's events?! She held the invitation up though to show it to Griffin.
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Post by GRIFFIN CARTWRIGHT on Jul 11, 2012 6:12:30 GMT -5
Griffin couldn't help but grin at her reaction to everything he did. Her tongue was out and she was making a sort of yuck face, but that was part of her charm and he found it stinking cute. Puppy dog cute, even. The look in her eyes was a pleased one, which inadvertently pleased him. How he simply wanted to hold her all night and dance until neither could dance anymore.
But the rudeness of others was sometimes a powerful thing. A man came and pushed his way between them, getting even Griffin to furrow his brow and stumble back with annoyance. Griffin was a kind and patient but he didn't care for people to act in such a manner, especially when he was sharing an intimate moment with the one he cared for.
Griffin glared after the man until Claire called his attention back to her, which he gave graciously, turning to peak after the rude man who had managed to disappear completely into the crowd. "What is this?" She asked as she read what looked like some sort of invitation. She held it up for him to see and his looked it over curiously.
"A great announcement.." He read and looked at Claire. They had spoken that evening of an announcement they were both waiting to hear, but he hadn't received an invitation. "Perhaps your leader is wanting to talk with you all about Mordecai's plan?" He suggested, which would explain why he hadn't received an invitation himself. It obviously didn't concern all the Guardians.
"You should go." He insisted with a nod, leaning in and kissing her forehead gently. "Maybe after you could come and tell me about it, or come over tomorrow morning. I'll make breakfast." He grinned. "Or you could even spend the night." He offered, though unlike other men, there was no hidden meaning behind his words. Sleeping at Griffins, unfortunately, would likely consist of sleeping at Griffins and little else.
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Post by CLAIRE MCLEESTER on Jul 11, 2012 21:59:50 GMT -5
"Perhaps your leader is wanting to talk with you all about Mordecai's plan?" That was weird.. the guy who walked by didn't look familiar but then again she didn't see his face. That weird gold mask hid most of it and when she turned her head to look at the crowd again she still couldn't see him. It was just weird. "You should go." Her green eyes fell back on Griffin again, still holding the invitation out away from her like she forgot that she was even holding it. When she looked down at it again she dropped her arm down to her side and moved it around between her fingers. "Are you sure? I don't know it just feels weird." She was unsure if it was a good idea or not but a part of her wanted to go. The other part of her wanted to just stay with Griffin for as long as she possibly could before the night was over. "Maybe after you could come and tell me about it, or come over tomorrow morning. I'll make breakfast. Or you could even spend the night." She had a feeling 'spend the night' wasn't a hidden code for sex with Griffin the way it was with most men. And if it was then she would be in for a big surprise! But she was pretty sure that's not what he meant and she was totally okay with that! The thought of sex did make her cheeks flare up a bright pink though, and she realized she didn't know if even she was ready for that step in their relationship. She really liked Griffin and didn't want to screw things up by making them complicated. And sex made everything complicated in her opinion. Sex could definitely wait. "I could come by afterwards." She nodded almost anxiously, realizing that it would be their first sleep over where they were actually a couple. "I'll see what this thing is about and then I'll call you and let you know when I'm on my way over." She'd have to run home and pack an overnight bag but she didn't care! She liked slumber parties! Not that she went to many, and Cheyenne's slumber parties always ended up turning into get-drunk-and-puke-till-you-pass-out parties. The good thing about this time though was that she wouldn't wake up naked like the last slumber party her and Griffin had. "Well it's at 10:30 so we still have some time. Aaaand I think I just saw Frank. Time to hide!" She grabbed hold of Griffin's hand in the one not holding the invitation and started to pull him further onto the dance floor as the music picked up a bit. They could hide and dance until it was time for whatever she'd been invited to. Thread Complete
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