|Nicholas Rowland (amending) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2012-09-28 08:37:00
|Entry tags:||hannah otto, nicholas rowland|
WHO: Nicholas and Hannah
WHAT: Being adorbs
WHEN: Wednesday night
WHERE: Nicholas' place
WARNINGS: Mentions of porn, drinking, language. And a partridge in a pear tree or something.
Nicholas left Fusion Blues early the night after the altercation between himself and two men who had been fighting over some women. He was sore and tired and the club could run itself without him there. The branch in New Orleans did!
He unlocked his door, raising his eyebrows as he walked in to find all of his lights on. Shrugging off his coat, he hung it on the hook in the hallway and stepped into the open plan living room-kitchen. From the sofa an arm raised in greeting. "Hey."
Nicholas knew the voice immediately, though he had pretty much figured it would be Hannah anyway. "Everything alright?" He was staring at the back of the couch so he walked around it and sat in a chair opposite her. She was lying on the sofa, propped up on pillows with a beer in one hand and a magazine resting against her bent legs.
"Fine," she said, not looking over at him. "I ran out of beer."
"So you decided to come drink all of mine?"
"Mmmhmm. You have better porn than I do too," Hannah replied, still not looking up.
Nicholas snorted. "Mine is all of women." To get to his dirty magazines she would have had to go into his bedside table, but he wasn't surprised she had done that either. Hannah and Nicholas barely had any boundaries and she knew it.
"Yep. I got bored of dicks." Finally Hannah closed the magazine with a swish and she tossed it onto the coffee table. She sat up, crossed her legs, and rested her elbows on her knees. "I like the model in that one. Why do you have a black eye?"
Nicholas sighed and he leaned back in the chair. "These two jerks decided to have a fight right in front of these two women. And you know me, I can't just leave it. I'm glad you weren't there last night." Hannah tended to join right in when something was going down but she was half Nicholas' size and despite the fact that she could take care of herself, the fight had gotten a little nasty.
"Hah! I thought everyone at Fusion was well-behaved. I have two nights off and everything goes to shit. Clearly you need me around," she said, waving her finger in the air before taking a deep swig of beer.
"I am not going to refute that," he said with a smile. "The women were really nice though. Mona and Sia. I hope they come back in." For a brief moment, an expression of something dark crossed his face, but Hannah didn't notice and by the time she looked back up at him, it was gone.
"Oh of course they will, if you turned on your charm, hurricane Nicholas." Hannah smirked at him and then she finished off the beer. "You need more."
"Thanks for that," he replied dryly. "And I am not a hurricane. I am a gentleman."
"Yeah right! And you going to fuck them both at once?" At the expression on Nicholas' face when she asked that, Hannah burst into peals of laughter. "You are ridiculous," she informed him with a grin.
"Oh shhh," Nicholas groaned at her and then he stood with difficulty. "Arrgghhh. One of them hit me with a chair. And gave me a titty-twister! It was the most ridiculous fight I have ever been a part of."
"Sounds classy," Hannah said with a nod and then she reached out for the magazine again. "I'm going to take a bath." She rose from the sofa and headed towards his bathroom, magazine in hand. "And you should make a hot water bottle for your back."
"Are you ever going home?" Nicholas called after her.
"No! I'm spending the night. Besides, I don't have a bathtub!" she called back. "Where else should I take a bath with a happy ending?"
"Oh...god," Nicholas covered his eyes for a moment and then he stuck out his tongue. Hannah was like his sister. He didn't need to think about her wanking in his bathroom. "Yeah, you can keep that magazine, by the way!"
"Whoohoo!" Hannah yelled out and then she shut the door behind her.