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Post by lionel on May 28, 2012 0:19:12 GMT -5
Lionel came home after a long day of work and play. He was quite tired and wanted to simply have a beer and good to bed. As he parked his car in a parking lot that sat next to the apartments. He made sure his doors were locked as he carried a six pack in his hand. He was dirty like all ways having grease all over on him. That's how he lost so many cloths due to grease or oil. But of course he always had money to replace his cloths. He walked threw the main entrance and like always there really wasn't as many people looming in the area. Not at lest this time of night. He quickly climbed up the stair case going threw at lest four floors before he reached his floor.
You could hear his keys jingle as he walked up the steps and into the hallway of the fifth floor. The fifth floor didn't look really like anything other then plan white walls with broken pictures hanging crooked on the site. He thought how lazy his landlord really was for not really taking care of this place. He sure paid him enough to keep things working but he always seemed to find something wrong or needed fixing. Across from his door was is old Friend Nichole that he's known since before he left town. It was nice to see her again knowing that she is one of the few people who knew what he was and it was nice to even have some one like him in his life.
He pulled his keys out and isolated the key to open his apartment. Once the door was unlocked he could hear his T.V. going. He then tried to remember if he left the T.V. on. But it really wasn't like him to do so. He took a deep breathe preparing himself for a fight. When he opened the door he quickly looked around. He even noticed his lights were on. Closing the door loudly behind him, he hoped that the person that was in his apartment would show their face and make themselves known.
He soon saw a blond hair friend pop her head up from his couch with black stains running down her face. He knew then something had happened to her and it was his time to be there for her. He walked over and sat down next to her on the couch. Taking a beer out he pop the cap off and handed it to her and stated, "What did he do this time?"
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Post by nicoleryder on Jun 1, 2012 12:54:41 GMT -5
Instead of running to her apartment, jumping in bed, and pulling the covers over her head, she found herself going into Lionel's room. It was a petty thing to do, she thought, wait for him to show up so he could smooth things over in her life like he always did. But that's just it, he always did. He always made her feel better. Lionel was always there for her, since the beginning of time it seemed. She loved having such a great friend from the past. He was like a brother figure to Nicole, one she needed right now, apparently.
She was curled on the couch, arms wrapped around her legs in a tight fetal position. Her face was clear of the blood that Cheyenne created but her eyes had yet to stop watering. Her cheek had split, a curse for Blurrs for having such frail skin. A band-aid was clumsily placed over it. Stupid! God she was an idiot. Why did she have to start a physical fight with her? Chey was a raging bitch but not so much where she wanted her hurt... Nicole squeezed her legs closer as the tears ran harder. She tried to pay attention to the television, to keep her mind away from the past, but it was close to impossible. It also didn't help that she was still tipsy from the bar.
Nicole was relieved to hear the jingling keys behind the door. It only brought a fresh wave of tears, though. She was overly emotional, and being slightly drunk only intensified it. She looked up at the door until he appeared, biting her lip to keep back some tears. It was when she heard his voice that she lost it, "What did he do this time?" She stood up quickly before running the couple steps it took to reach him. Her arms wrapped around his torso immediately, her face buried into his chest. She didn't care that he was greasy or gross or whatever. She needed a hug dammit!
She wasn't sure if Lionel knew which guy he was talking about... Since Nicole got around.
But she answered in a small voice, "It was me... " Her arms dropped slightly, her tears were running faster and it took everything she had not to start sobbing again. She wiped her face dry, though her makeup was probably smeared like a raccoon. A shaky sigh escaped her before she continued, her arms crossing over her chest now, "I got into a fight with Cheyenne..." Her voice trailed off as she stared at the ground. The TV seemed to be blasting with the silence that followed.
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Post by lionel on Jun 1, 2012 17:32:57 GMT -5
"It was me. I got into a fight with Cheyenne..."
Being surprised with the hug he didn't reject her but instead embraced her as she told him what had happened. He remembered Cheyenne and what kind of girl she was and often times she would hit on him at the bars. He really didn't think of anything of her but he made sure he was nice. Then he wondered what on earth these girls were fighting over and about. Looking down he could see that she was torn up about it and trying her best to fight it completely. He slowly walked her over the couch and sat her down. He sat down next to her with a beer in one hand and box of tissues in the other.
He handed her the box seeing she was trying to fight the tears that were weld up inside of her. "Man I'm so sorry," he stated looking at her bruises and cuts, "What started it. What started the fight?" Lionel was worry about Nicole and what she did in her personal life. It wasn't a life that he wanted but he always had a soft spot for the ladies and Nicole was so nice to him, he often times considered her family.
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Post by nicoleryder on Jun 2, 2012 12:26:06 GMT -5
She smiled at him weakly as he gave her the tissues. Nicole attempted not to use them, trying to calm herself down. The occasional tear slipped from her tight hold and she dabbed at them quickly. Her breathing was slowly calming down, and she stared blankly at the TV. She wasn't watching, just seeing the colors blur in her eyes. She sighed at his question, "What started the fight?" Her mind fuzzed from the night, what did start it? Her brows furrowed and she chewed her lip to find the answer. "Well... I did. But she was being a bitch..." No she couldn't dump it on Chey. "I threw a glass at her because I guess I was jealous of her." It was easier to admit in her current condition. Nicole probably wouldn't have admitted it sober.
Then she exploded. She told the whole story to Lionel, how she arrived to meet Gavin at the Jack Kit. How she was supposed to have the bar tender to herself that night. When Cheyenne and her started bitching back and forth. Eventually the insults got out of hand until the point where Nicole cracked. Cheyenne then tackled her, to punch her in the face once before Gavin pulled her off. That's when she ended up here, in his apartment.
Nicole glanced up at him when her story was finished, a small frown on her expression. "Sorry I'm dumping this all on you." Her voice cracked lightly, still not completely over her emotional state. She sighed from the umpteenth time before allowing her curled up body to lean against his. She was tired as hell from everything that's happened. She saw the beer in his hand, and attempted to reach for it. She knew he wouldn't have a problem sharing a drink, they weren't the germophobic types. Plus, maybe more booze would wipe away her sorrows.
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