Hikari Doyle | Tinkerbell (![]() ![]() @ 2012-07-16 10:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | *july, mackenzie slater, mary zannella |
Dictaquill
Kenzie,
Hi. Uh. Yeah. I wanted to send this earlier because I've been freaking out since Thursday but. Yeah. Didn't know how to say it. Uhm. So Dean and I went out after the fight as you know. We went to a Gastropub in London. Oh, that place was good. I think I needed to do two-a-day works outs to get rid of the grease in my system, but it was so worth it. I really would go back if I have a reason to celebrate again. Just, without the drinking part. I will.... get to why later. But I don't know. I thought it was fine, maybe odd because I was in a dress. And..
Fine, I'll admit it. I know you know. You're like... woman psychic I know these things girl, according to Drew. I kind of like Dean. There. Someone other than my brother and apparently HALF THE FUCKING WORLD knows. And yeah, I'm used to seeing him looking like I just ran a marathon. I have actually seen him after running a damn marathon and I was more comfortable. And. Yeah so..... where was I? Pub. Yeah. We were there and I was like "Oh I'll have one" because apparently the last time I drank, I got into a fight, stole a pair of God awful shoes on accident after leaving a club I don't remember going to and attempting to kidnap Dean. In front of Zeke. He STILL won't tell me if that's all I tried to do. I still feel like pulling an ostrich when I see him. But I have to be cool. Calm. Right?
Well, then one turned into the bartender like "try this, I just made it up" it was like... mint and Sprite and citrus. It was good. Anyway, it was only a little taste of it, but I said I liked it and the guy gave me a full one. On the bar. Apparently that's a compliment. I don't know. But yeah, obviously our plan of not having too much went out the window. We ended up dancing and let me tell you, drunk Dean dancing is worth the pounding headache in the morning. That memory I am so happy to still have. It was glorious. Emmy-worthy, even. ANYWAY. I keep beating around the bush, I know. I'm sorry. So yeah. Danced and we decided to call the night over and so he made sure I got back to the house and... well I guess the night wasn't over. Clothes poofed and next thing I know shit happened and Dean woke up with me naked in my bed. And no it was not a blackout. I would be very upset it that were the case. And... he SEEMS to remember. I mean, it's not like he jumped out of bed like a madman freaking out. At all. But yeah. No. He said (this was like.... not long after it happened and we were recovering in our respective rooms) he enjoyed the night to. Did he just mean the food or the whole thing. Dean doesn't do that feeling thing. Hell I DON'T DO THAT FEELING THING. I don't know what to do. I'm freaking out because I feel guilty for being excited about it and yeah.
Help?
Mary