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Post by ABIGAIL JAMES on May 22, 2012 23:27:12 GMT -5
Abby had no idea Scriptor Bay even had a nightlife. Being back in town, living out of state for six years, changed the place for Abby. She had heard older friends in high school talking about the Jack Kit, but of course she had never been there. Now that she was back and hanging out with some old friends this evening, she was seeing a whole new side to her hometown. But it was fun discovering new things about a place she thought she knew. The bar was really hopping on a Friday night, and she was having a great time reconnecting with her friends from high school. She'd even been hit on a couple of times, which was nice, but no one had interested her.
She noticed her drink was empty and started to move away to get another one. Her friends had been getting her drinks for her all night and raving about the sexy owner and the barkeep, so she wanted to get a glance at them. It wouldn't hurt to ogle a couple of cute men. She ran a hand through her chocolate curls, making sure it wasn't too messy. Abby never wore a ton of make-up, giving her a fresh-faced, innocent sort of look, but her bare-shouldered tank top and low rise jeans gave a different impression. When she got to the bar, she leaned her elbows on it, finding the bartender. From what her friends said, the owner was the older of the two, and Abby just managed to catch a glimpse of him before he moved into the kitchen. That left just the young, and yes, sexy bartender in her view.
"Hey, you!" she called out, giving a wide smile when he looked her way so he knew she wasn't trying to be rude. When he made his way over, she placed her empty glass on the bar, her wide smile still on her face. "Can I get another Long Island, please?" she asked in a sweet voice. It wouldn't hurt to flirt a little, and her friends could do without her for a couple minutes.
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Post by GAVIN BROOKS on May 23, 2012 9:08:58 GMT -5
"Two Heines and a Bud." Gavin slid the bottles on the bar and nodded as the guy slipped the ten on the bar. He went to the register and brought back the dollar, but the guy was gone which meant it was his to keep. Bartending wasn't the most lucrative career, but it was fun and paid the bills. He was living off his savings, too, so when the bar wasn't pulling in enough, he had his little nest egg. For the most part, though, he did well for himself. Especially with some of the cuter little ladies, but even more so with some of the flamboyant men. Gavin wasn't gay, not even close, but he had no problem throwing a wink at a boy if it landed an extra $5 in his pocket. They could have their little fantasies, as long as they didn't expect him to fulfill them.
"Hey, you!"
There were days when "You" had become his name and he looked over at the girl who was giving him a sweet, innocent smile. She hardly looked like she belonged in a bar. Gavin offered a small smile of acknowledgment and held a finger up to let her know he would be there in a moment. He finished up the orders where he was standing before sliding down the bar towards the young lady.
"What can I getcha, beautiful?" He found that women often liked when he offered a pet name. He chose the name based on their looks. Wild girls got baby or sexy. Older women were doll or gorgeous. Girls like this, who looked sweet and delicate, got beautiful or honey.
"Can I get another Long Island, please?" she asked in a sweet voice.
"Well, since you asked so nicely." He threw a wink her way an grabbed her glass, discarding it and getting a fresh one for her. He started mixing the drink in front of her, hardly watching considering he make them in his sleep. He slid the drink over and grabbed a shot glass, filling it with peach schnapps. "Ever have a peach long island?" He asked, sliding the shot over. "Your call if you want to mix it in. On the house." Gavin wiped his hands on his jeans and then folded them over his chest. "You just turn 21?" He asked, raising a brow at her. He hadn't noticed her there before, and she looked young enough. "Haven't seen you here before."
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Post by ABIGAIL JAMES on May 23, 2012 18:01:53 GMT -5
"Well, since you asked so nicely." Abby giggled at his wink. He was really cute. She looked over her shoulder to her friends as he made her drink, making sure they were still there and not looking for her. They seemed perfectly content, so she turned back to the bartender. When she did, she saw him pushing the glass toward her and grabbing a shot glass. "Ever have a peach long island?" She shook her head with a curious smile. He pushed the shot to her and she slid it closer. "Your call if you want to mix it in. On the house." Her smile grew wide. "Thank you!" she said sweetly. It always helped to have a pretty face and a nice demeanor.
She was about to pour the shot into her drink, when he spoke up again, and she brought her large eyes back to his. "You just turn 21? Haven't seen you here before." She gave another friendly smile, pouring the shot into her glass. "No, I'm 24, but I just moved back. I was living in California for a few years," she replied. "School and work." She gave a little shrug with a cute smile, stirring her straw to help the peach Schnapps move down the glass. "The last time I was in town, I wasn't old enough to get in." She took a sip of her drink, and looked down at it as she tasted it. It would be better with fresh peaches in it, but it was really good. Her eyes came back to his as she smiled brightly. "Wow, that's really good! Thanks for the suggestion," she piped, leaning further onto the bar.
Absent-mindedly, she stirred her straw as she tilted her head to the side, considering him. "So, should I just keep calling you 'You,' or do you have a name?" she asked playfully in her low voice. If he didn't tell her his name, he would forever go in her books as "The Cute Bartender." She would definitely be planning another trip back here, if only to ogle him and flirt. If he had a girlfriend, that would be a damn shame. She would make it a point to inquire from her friends.
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Post by GAVIN BROOKS on May 23, 2012 22:00:31 GMT -5
"No, I'm 24, but I just moved back. I was living in California for a few years. School and work." She gave him a little shrug and offered a smirk, which he returned with his own. There was something sweet about her. She seemed so innocent, but her eyes told a different story. Looks were deceiving with this girl, Gavin decided. She had a wild streak in her, it was clear as day. She didn't dress or act the part, but her wide, dark eyes told the real story. He liked that.
"Cali girl, eh?" He chuckled doing the hang ten sign. "I've been out there. I sucked at surfing." He offered, recalling the memory. They had only lived on the coast for a short time, but he remembered it fondly.
"Wow, that's really good! Thanks for the suggestion," He beamed at hr, glad she was enjoying the addition. He always put peach or raspberry liquor in his long islands. They made them sweeter. "So, should I just keep calling you 'You,' or do you have a name?"
His grin broadened and he leaned on the bar. "I like the way you say "Hey You"." he teased playfully, flirting a little. "But I suppose it you find that it would get confusing with all the other you's here behind the bar, you could just call me Gavin." He offered a lopsided grin, gazing into her eyes. She was definitely flirting. Maybe he wouldn't be going home alone tonight.
"What about you? Have a name or do you prefer beautiful?"
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Post by ABIGAIL JAMES on May 24, 2012 10:22:19 GMT -5
"I like the way you say, 'Hey You." But I suppose if you find that it would get confusing with all the other you's here behind the bar, you could just call me Gavin."
Abby grinned wider, gazing back into his eyes. Gavin. His lopsided grin made him so cute, she just wanted to kiss him. She didn't of course, just watched him, leaned into her across the bar. His body language said he was interested, and she wondered if he would follow her back to her house. It smelled like tea in her house, but that was because she had brewed a love potion earlier that day. The mess in her kitchen might have to be explained, but she could just say she made homemade tea. No big deal.
"What about you? Have a name or do you prefer beautiful?"
She tilted her head to the side, as if considering. "Well, I do like how you call me beautiful, but you can also call me Abby," she offered with a flirty smile. She took another sip of her drink and silently commended him again for his suggestion. It was delicious. Then again, so was he. She was glad she agreed to come out tonight with her old friends, even if her friends at this point were largely forgotten. At least for the time being.
Now it was time to figure something out. Abby didn't like flirting with men who were taken, and she definitely didn't sleep with them. It was girl code, and she respected that. And with a guy this cute, she had to figure out if he was single or not. If he wasn't, she would make some excuse to go back to her friends. If he was...well, she was determined to snatch him up this evening. Something told her that wouldn't be difficult. "So, Gavin, does your girlfriend know you call strange women beautiful?" she asked with a flirty, curious grin, her hands coming to her jaw as she gazed back at him. The cute and sultry way she flirted attracted most men she encountered, and she hoped it would work with Gavin as well. It had been almost a month since she had had any fun.
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Post by GAVIN BROOKS on May 24, 2012 16:22:02 GMT -5
"Beautiful Abby." And he rolled his eyes and laughed at his own stupid cheesiness. "I'm not always such a dork, I promise." He said quickly and noticed a guy trying to make eye contact down the way. The worst part about flirting at work was that you still had to work.
"So, Gavin, does your girlfriend know you call strange women beautiful?"
Gavin had the distinct feeling she wasn't inquiring about his girlfriends likes and dislikes as much as she was inquiring if he had a girlfriend at all. "Hold that thought.." He held his hand up and moved away down the bar to help other the guys who wanted some beers and mixed a couple of drinks real fast before settling back in his place by Abby.
"Now what were we discussing?" He asked raising a brow before he recalled her question. "Ah. My girlfriend. Right." His grin was a devious one and he shrugged. "Well, that's a tricky question because you're not a strange woman. Or at least you don't come off that way. Not too strange, anyway." He toyed with a grin.
"Honestly, she doesn't know, and I'm certain she'd be okay with it, because she knows she's always going to be my favorite girl. Then again, she's a cat, so..." He shrugged and gave a wicked, playful smile. "You should come over and meet her sometime." He offered. It was his best way of bringing ladies home. "Then we could tell her together how I called you beautiful, and you'll see just how fine she is with it."
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Post by ABIGAIL JAMES on May 24, 2012 17:47:47 GMT -5
"Hold that thought."
Abby totally forgot the man was at work and she took a sip of her drink as he walked away. She let her eyes wander around the bar a little bit, and then looked back to her friends. One of them was motioning to her and she shook her head a little, then motioned discreetly to Gavin with her hand. Her friend got a sly smile on her face and turned away. Abby was glad Lafayette didn't tag along this time around. They would be fighting over Gavin right about now. When he came back over, she flashed another smile, feeling a little smug that she got one up on Lafayette.
"Now, what were we discussing? Ah. My girlfriend. Right."
Abby laughed when he said she didn't come off as a strange woman. He had no idea how strange she could be and actually was. The fact that she had herbs, plants, and a love potion sitting in her kitchen was enough to attest to her strangeness. But she wouldn't bring that up. She had a feeling coming out with the words, "I'm a witch," wasn't a good idea when she was trying to get laid. The next words he spoke threatened to bring her down off her cloud, though.
"Honestly, she doesn't know, and I'm certain she's be okay with it, because she knows she's always going to be my favorite girl. Then again, she's a cat, so..." Abby had been feeling her heart sink, but she was confused to learn he had a girlfriend who would be okay with his flirting. When he said she was a cat, she laughed loud and clasped her hands together. "Aww, I love cats!" she gushed. She really did. When she got older, she was going to be a crazy cat lady with five cats and she would dote on all of them. Right now, she just had one. Her dopey, all black kitten named Ham. "You should come over and meet her sometime. Then we could tell her together how I called you beautiful, and you'll see just how fine she is with it." Slick. Abby gave a smirk, seeing what he did there. She tilted her head to the side as she smiled wide.
"Is that how you get all the ladies to come over?" she asked with her big, flirty eyes gazing into his. "Well, it's the perfect trap for a girl like me. I would jump into the back of a van if a man told me he had kittens in there." She gave a giggle at her own joke. "I'd love to meet her sometime." Translation: I'd love to jump into to bed with you. The way she leaned over the bar towards him and the way her dark eyes burned told the real story. She trusted he would catch on. "You could always meet my boyfriend too. He's black, small, furry, probably looks a lot like your girlfriend. I think he'd like you." She gave a wide smile. Ham would probably be weaving in and out of his legs the second he walked through the door, begging to be loved. Abby had a feeling if Gavin came over, Ham wouldn't be the one getting the attention, though.
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Post by GAVIN BROOKS on Jun 1, 2012 14:58:20 GMT -5
"Is that how you get all the ladies to come over?" He let his jaw go slack, as if shocked by the accusation. It was completely accurate. Well, maybe not completely. He got chicks to come over with his pure charm more often than not, but when all else failed he played the kitty card. Adopting that cat was probably one of his better moves. He would have gotten a dog, which was what he would have preferred, but dogs were a lot of work and he was downsizing on things in his life that needed more attention than he was willing to give. Dogs were like children; needy, messy, couldn't be trusted alone.. Cats, on the other hand, were like rude roommates. Yeah, they never flushed, and they didn't pick up after themselves, but they were low maintenance and good companions. This was why his little girl was named Puppy; it was like having a dog while having a cat.
"Well, it's the perfect trap for a girl like me. I would jump into the back of a van if a man told me he had kittens in there. I'd love to meet her sometime." He gave an awkward chuckle. That's weird.. "I'm glad you're not ten.." He said softly as she continued to talk about her "boyfriend". He could see what she meant when she looked into his eyes, though.
"I'm not sure he would." Gavin admitted. "My intentions aren't always the most honorable." He offered a bashful look as if he just admitted something unfortunate about himself, but honestly if she was hinting he should come home with her, and judging by the way her eyes were smoldering, he had a good feeling her intentions weren't exactly "pure".
"Then again, black men love me." He teased with a smirk. "I'd love to meet him, you just tell me when and I'll bring the catnip."
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Post by ABIGAIL JAMES on Jun 1, 2012 15:54:10 GMT -5
"I'm not sure he would. My intentions aren't always the most honorable." The bashful look he gave her was so cute, and she laughed. She hoped his intentions were dishonorable. Hers certainly were. Since leaving California, she hadn't had any time to meet anyone new, and she hadn't gotten any in a couple of months. Her intentions were to either find somebody she could continue to call over when she needed to blow off some steam, or to find a man to use and lose by morning. That was much less than honorable. In fact, it was kind of trampy, but she didn't let it affect her. She had a feeling his job as a bartender with a cute face helped him out in more ways than one...possibly in the same night! If they had the same intentions, there would be no sticky mess involved.
"Then again, black men love me. I'd love to meet him. You just tell me when and I'll bring the catnip." Abby gave a wider smile, looking so innocently devious. She wondered if Lafayette frequented this place; he certainly would like Gavin with his boyish charms. But that wasn't what made her smile as she looked at Gavin with a playful gleam in her eyes. "Do you have any catnip on you tonight?" she asked. "Because he might not like you without a peace offering." Her voice was low and smooth, but also quiet to not be overheard. There was no mistaking what she meant though: You got plans tonight? Abby didn't believe in playing games when she wanted something. It didn't make any sense to her to deny yourself something simply because you wanted to play hard to get; that reverse psychology bull--"I'll make you think I don't want it, so you'll want it more and make it better." If you wanted something, it was your responsibility to get it, and if the other person didn't like your candor, then they couldn't be that honest. It was also up to you to make it awesome no matter who it was with or the circumstances. No, Abby made it clear that she wanted it and she wanted it from Gavin.
Just then, she felt an arm around her shoulder, and one of her friends, Dana, was hanging off her. "Abby, what are you doing over here all this time? You're neglecting us!" Abby glanced to Gavin and then smiled apologetically at Dana. "Oh, Honey, I'm sorry. I was just making friends, you know, the usual." Dana nodded with a knowing smile and Abby laughed at her. "I'll be back over there in a second, I promise," she assured, and Dana threw one last glance to Gavin before walking back to the group. Abby waited until she was out of earshot, before she turned back to Gavin. "Before I go back over there, what about that catnip?" she asked softly. She gave a sweet smile, but her large, lusty eyes gave her away. She may look innocent, but she was far from it.
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Post by GAVIN BROOKS on Jun 1, 2012 15:56:30 GMT -5
"Do you have any catnip on you tonight? Because he might not like you without a peace offering." Gavin raised a brow. Tonight? He felt his stomach churn with the sudden anticipation. There was no way to interpret it other than for what it was; she was hot for his stick, and he wanted to give it to her. Who didn't he want to give it to? Gavin was a closet hornball. Well, maybe not a closet hornball, but he didn't exactly advertise it unless needed. This girl was quite literally asking for her bones to get jumped though, and who was he to deny such a beautiful girl?
Before he could answer, one of Abby's buddies joined her, making Gavin shut his mouth and watch. That one wasn't bad, either.. Why did hot girls insist on flocking together like that? It was mind boggling. Occasionally there would be the one ugly or fat friend tagging along. Gavin often felt bad for that friend; she was the one that didn't get hit on. He'd actually hit on the ugly girl once, but then felt guilty for it since he had no intention of actually sleeping with her, though she was a sweet girl.
The knowing look the new girl offered made Gavin a little uncomfortable. It was like they were talking in code. "Oh, I'm just inviting him over for a romp." "Not bad, not bad...you go girl, but make your plans and get your ass back over!" "Alriiight, just give me a second to make the last minute details!" "Fine." Gavin wanted to roll his eyes. Women.
"Before I go back over there, what about that catnip?" she asked softly, and he was mesmerized by her eyes once more. She looked like such a good, sweet girl! Adorable, and it made him feel a little odd. A cute girl like this shouldn't have such lusty eyes, but he knew her style, and he appreciated her art.
"I'm afraid I don't have any on me right now, but I'd be more than glad to stop at the 24 hour CVS and grab some. I'm anxious to meet this cat of yours." His smirk told the real story; he was only interested in the cat between her legs. "I'll be done at 2:30."
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Post by ABIGAIL JAMES on Jun 1, 2012 15:59:14 GMT -5
"I'm afraid I don't have any on me right now, but I'd be more than glad to stop at the 24 hour CVS and grab some. I'm anxious to meet this cat of yours." Translation: I like you too and will totally go home with you tonight. Abby smiled wide at the smirk he gave her. Jackpot! "I'll be done at 2:30." It was a few hours away, but Abby wouldn't mind waiting, not for a chance with this sexy, cat-liking bartender. "I'll be here," she promised and threw him a last lusty look before she walked back to her friends. It was a good thing she wore her hip-hugging jeans tonight; she knew her ass looked great in them.
The next few hours passed slowly. Abby laughed with her friends and danced with them, but her dirty little mind was behind the bar with Gavin. Oh, the things she wanted to do to him...and she wanted him to do to her. It gave her chills to think of it, but she tried her best not to be distracted. Her friends, all of which frequented this place, told her he was known to be a player. They told her to be careful, but she just laughed. "That's awesome! At least I know he's good!" she replied, making everybody laugh. They all talked about how sometimes the hot ones were lazy because they were just so good-looking and some of the best sex they all had had was with less attractive men because they try harder. It was a pretty funny conversation, but she was pretty sure that wouldn't be the case with Gavin. He looked the type that could handle himself in the bedroom. Abby was then tasked to go get everyone drinks, since they were certain it would mean she would get served sooner, so she would come by and occasionally flirt with Gavin throughout the night. It kept both of their interests up, she reasoned.
When last call came around, she sauntered up to the bar, not drunk by any means, but delightfully buzzed. Abby wasn't one to get wasted around men. That was always a bad look for women, she felt. She grabbed a stool and waited for Gavin to come back to her, giving a flirtatious smile. "Am I getting kicked out too, or do I get to hang around inside while I wait?" she asked playfully. She didn't want to get him in trouble, so if he told her to leave, she would do so, but she was hoping she would get to sit comfortably while she waited for him to close up.
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Post by GAVIN BROOKS on Jun 1, 2012 16:01:02 GMT -5
Gavin was glad he had something to look forward to after work. By the time he got done he was pretty exhausted, but he liked having something to do afterwards, because as physically drained as he was, he didn't usually go to bed until the sun was ready to come out. He had gone from working day shit to night shift and sort of loved it. Better yet, his new friend Abby was visiting all evening, getting him pumped up for their little tryst that night. He was captivated by her big, kind brown fuck-me eyes. He couldn't wait to undress her.
"Am I getting kicked out too, or do I get to hang around inside while I wait?"
His grin was a sincere one as he flung his rag over onto his shoulder, folding his arms on the bar and leaning forward onto them. "Think you might miss something, baby?" He teased. He had a boys face, and sometimes Gavin acted like the good 'ol boy he was, even when he was doing dirty things like seducing beautiful, innocent looking women. Though he wasn't entirely sure it was he who was doing the seducing. She seemed pretty guilty of it too.
"My boss is sort of a prick about closing up, but I'll tell you what... you stay put until he gives you the boot. I don't mind the company." He offered, knowing it would take a bit of time for him to clean up, but he could rush through it. "Here, on me." He offered, pouring her a water while she waited, giving a teasing smile at her. "I won't be too long." He promised, leaving her to get some stuff done.
Either Kit was busy and didn't see her or he just didn't care, because the bar was empty, save for a few workers and Abby. Gavin counted out his till, got his tips in order, cleaned behind the bar and did some quick restocking while the other bartenders took care of some of the other cleanup and set up. By twenty after two he was completely done and was grabbing his hoody.
"You okay to drive or do you need a lift?" He asked, escorting her out of the bar, getting excited for the evening that was about to start. "Remember, I need to stop at CVS." He teased playfully.
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Post by ABIGAIL JAMES on Jun 1, 2012 16:04:14 GMT -5
"Think you'll miss something, baby?"
Abby giggled, leaning onto the bar too. "Maybe," she teased back. Fact was, she liked watching him, imagining him without those clothes on. If her parents knew how dirty their little girl really was, they might wonder what they did wrong as parents. It wasn't like all Abby thought about was sex, and she didn't spend every weekend prowling, but she did need her fun, as all people did. Nope, all her parents new was that they had a sweet little girl that they had lovingly raised.
"My boss is sort of a prick about closing up, but I'll tell you what... you stay put until he gives you the boot. I don't mind the company."
Abby gave a big grin, glad she would get to stay perched on her stool while she waited. Her eyes looked around for the owner, but she didn't see him as Gavin moved away, leaving her with a water and a promise he wouldn't be long. She didn't mind, really. It wasn't the first time she waited for a bartender to finish his shift before going home with him. When she saw him grab his hoody, she hopped down off her bar stool, following him out with her purse slung over her shoulder.
"You okay to drive or do you need a lift? Remember, I need to stop at CVS."
She laughed at his joke, getting the feeling that if they actually did stop at CVS, it wouldn't be for catnip. "Actually, I rode over here with my friends, so I do need a lift," she answered his question. "And that'll make it easier for you to stop at CVS, since you won't be following me." She gave a playful smile, walking a closer to him. The night was cool, and she started rubbing her hands up and down her bare arms. "I didn't think it was going to be so chilly tonight," she said half to herself. She looked up at him and sighed playfully. "It's too bad a hot man couldn't warm me up." She gave a giggle, letting him know she was taunting him. There was a few good ways Gavin could warm her up, none of which included that hoody he was wearing.
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Post by GAVIN BROOKS on Jun 1, 2012 18:39:58 GMT -5
He nodded when she said she needed a lift anyway. He'd been serving her all night and truthfully he was glad she wasn't getting behind the wheel. Gavin didn't like telling people they couldn't drive. They were adults and they could make their own stupid decisions, but he liked when he didn't need to get involved or feel guilty for not getting involved. Sure, he stepped in now and again when he felt they were a real danger to themselves or others, but that wasn't a concern this evening.
The boy led his new friend to the parking lot, beeping his pickup for her to get in. It wasn't a fancy truck, but it was newer. Jet black with chrome accents. "I didn't think it was going to be so chilly tonight," He raised a brow. She didn't think she was being subtle, did she? "It's too bad a hot man couldn't warm me up." No. She knew what she was doing and he smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her into him. He smelled of booze and cologne; a strange combination.
"That is too bad." He teased, turning and nuzzling his face into her hair playfully. "I'll see if I can't help instead, though." He offered seductively into her ear as he pulled away, pulling his hoody off and draping it over her shoulders. "I'll put the heat on." He promised as he opened her car door. Gavin had learned manners growing up. His mother was a stickler for them. "You know..." He started as he watched her climb in, "You should be careful what you wish for. You might be wishing for a breath of cool air in a bit." He promised with a wink, shutting her door and coming around to the drivers side and climbing in.
"Alright, miss. Where to?"
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Post by ABIGAIL JAMES on Jun 1, 2012 19:19:18 GMT -5
Abby smiled wider as Gavin's arm came around her shoulders and she was grateful to be pulled into him. It really was chilly, and his heat was nice. So was his smell. There was something so masculine about the smell of cologne and booze mixed together. Almost intoxicating. She let her own arm creep around his waist and she could feel how solid he was. This would be fun.
"That is too bad." She smiled to feel his nose in her hair, closing her eyes as he spoke near her ear. "I'll see if I can't help you instead, though." Unfortunately he pulled away, but only so he could drape his hoody over her shoulders. It smelled good, like him, and she was grateful for the warmth. She was smaller than him, though, so it was adorably large on her. "I'll put the heat on." He even opened the car door for her and she smiled wide. "Thank you!" she piped. She loved when guys drove pick-ups. It was a man's car and it made a sexy man driving it even sexier. "You know..." She was climbing in, so when she could she looked back at him, curious to hear what he had to say. "You should be careful what you wish for. You might be wishing for a bit of cool air in a bit." She grinned wide, actually feeling her cheeks flush a little in excitement. "Ditto," she replied, the lusty look back in her eyes. She giggled at his wink as he shut her door, and she got herself situated.
"Alright, miss. Where to?" Abby considered Gavin a moment, so cute and sexy in his big pick-up. She bit her lip, wanting nothing more than to kiss him. Yup, she was going to kiss him. Quickly, she leaned closer to him, closing her doe eyes as her lips pressed against his. There was still a smile on her lips as she did so, lingering against his mouth even after she pulled back a bit. She had been wanting to do that all night, and her cheeks were a pleasant shade of pink when she opened her large brown eyes and looked at him. Her smile grew, almost bashfully and she kissed him one more time, staying a little longer, before she sat back in her seat and fastened her seat belt. "Trail Oaks," she finally answered simply, giving him a cute smile from the passenger's seat.
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