Cimon Fields (welcomedarkness) wrote in casefile, @ 2018-08-23 21:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: alexi weiss, character: mia bennett, narration: log/thread, player: ashley, player: xiii |
WHO: Mia and Alexi
WHEN: Backdated to July 4th's Mayweather Party
WHERE: Mayweather house
SUMMARY: After catching Mia trying on crowns, Alexi follows after her when they find the wine cellar. Alexi is always prepared.
WARNINGS: Low.
A red-cheeked Mia walked briskly down the hallway, turning corners left and right like she knew where she was going. The Mayweather house was a maze, though, and she honestly had no idea where she might end up. “Why are you following me?” she asked angrily, turning to look over her shoulder at Alexi. The anger was more at herself than him, though it certainly didn’t sound that way. The dressed up casual prep Diamond had placed him in could not cover his vagabond nature and wild amusements. Oh, the findings he came about exploring the house on his own had been worth it. “Every princess beauty queen needs a guard,” he teased. Mia’s eyes narrowed and she looked away. She eventually found herself downstairs in front of a door. A door that would hopefully provide her some solace for a while. Yanking it open, she carefully descended the stairs, stopping short when she’d reached the bottom. Oh. My. She’d found the wine cellar. Things were looking up. The sound of footsteps on the stairs made her glance back. She wasn’t sure if Alexi was still behind her or if someone else had stumbled across the open door. Usually Alexi did not pursue the joke this far, but unlocked doors into dark cellars were on his list of things to never miss out on. Down the steep steps, he leaned forward using the handrail to keep him from falling as he peeked around the corner. “Wow… they are stocked.” Taking a few more steps into the room so that Alexi could enter as well, Mia slowly nodded. “I doubt they’d miss a bottle then.” From the moment she entered the room, Mia knew she wouldn’t be leaving without trying some. She began to move down the rows, planning to steal a bottle from the back. It would take them longer to notice its absence, hopefully. That was if they would even notice any bottles missing at all. There were enough for them to take a few and the very rich folk would not blink an eye, or so was going through Alexi’s mind as he followed suit. “Only one? There’s such a variety I think a taste of multiple wouldn’t be noticeable,” he laughed. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his car keys, set them aside, and then pulled out his multitool that he used for pretty much everything he did- a harness needed fixing, multitool, a nail threatening to cut his throat as he falls from some beams in an old barn, multitool, he never went anywhere without it even dressed in preppy clothes. “I’ve always been a big fan of Italian wines… red or white?” Alexi did have a point. Letting her fingers run along the smooth glass of the bottles, Mia pretended to be browsing the selection as if she knew what she was looking for. Truthfully, she didn’t know much about wine at all. Not that she was going to admit that. “You choose,” she finally said, turning to look at him. Her eyebrows furrowed. “What happened to your hair?” Light pink glazed his cheeks as she mentioned his hair and instinctively he slid his hand through the locks trying to pull the gel from it. “Dia forced me to brush it and she trimmed the ends. I haven’t used hair gel since I was in Russia.” His laugh was short and self-conscious. Quickly figuring out the Mayweather sorting system for their wines, he pulled a white wine from the corner and brought it over to Mia. “Light, bubbly and sweet.” Nodding her approval at Alexi’s wine selection, Mia moved to find a flat surface to sit on. “Well, I liked the scruffy look better,” she told him, her face clearly showing her distaste for his new hairdo and clean-shaven face. “Does this count as that drink you wanted to have with me?” Opening his mouth a moment, he closed it and chuckled. “We will see if it counts based on if I need a ride to my car or not.” Alexi’s tone was nonchalant and while he dripped with a casual mischief his intentions were honest. He had been drinking almost immediately since he arrived at the house. “I prefer the not this look better too. But this was our disguise tactic and it worked, her mother didn’t know it was me. I did, in fact, roll in the mud afterward the initial clean up, but I promised Dia I’d keep it clean for the party.” While Alexi spoke, he popped open the bottle and handed it to her to take a swig from. Glasses were not readily available after all since the cellar looked to be more fancy storage than an entertainment space. Mia took the bottle and drank from it. She didn’t mind the lack of glasses. After swallowing, she nodded her approval. “Good choice,” she said as she handed the bottle back to him. “So are you and Diamond a thing?” Mia wasn’t always the best at casual chit-chat, but Alexi had mentioned the other girl so it was an easy enough subject to ask about. Just about to take a drink, Alexi had to stop or else the wine would have ended up all over Mia’s face. Laughing, he shook his head. “Princess and I? No. One high speed car chase does not make for a relationship.” Taking his sip, he passed the bottle once more. “Plus, she generally doesn’t want to be seen with me because I’m bad for her image. We just get drunk when we hang out.” “Oh.” Mia didn’t ask any further questions about the pair’s relationship. She accepted the bottle once again and took another drink. She was silent for a moment as she stared at Alexi before bringing up something else she’d been meaning to ask him about. “Why do you live in your car? And how do you cook or shower or anything like that?” She couldn’t imagine having or wanting to do such a thing. Alexi did not care what others thought of him, not really. He lived life as he saw fit and everyone had their own opinions on that. He did not have to live in his car, his mother had been pushing to let her help him out to get an apartment, and his father back in Germany freely gave him money if he needed it. Essentially Alexi chose to live the life as he did. “So, I’m not stuck in any one place.” Alexi leaned back on his hands casually. “I shower at friends’ houses, truck stop gas stations, campgrounds. And cook in very similar manners. I like to see the night sky and be out amongst the world instead of stuck with walls blocking everything out.” Blue eyes lowered with a smirk playing on his lips. “Why do you drive a car for strangers?” Mia shrugged. “It’s easy money. I like driving and I’m good at it. I can work on my own schedule.” There were a number of reasons why she enjoyed Ubering, but those were the main ones. Besides spying on people for blackmail, of course, which didn’t seem like a good idea to mention. “How long are you going to stay around Fall City, then?” she questioned. Alexi shrugged. “Don't know. Probably until after Eliza has her spawn. Though, I'll probably drive up into the mountains soon and go cliff diving like we had intended for this-” Gesturing around him, Alexi did not know if he would call the Fourth a true holiday. Americans had a tendency to never learn their history, they just liked blowing things up. Grabbing the bottle back, he took another long swig. “You should come with, we could race up the mountains,” he teased. “Wait, her what?” Mia’s brow furrowed as she processed what Alexi had said. “She’s—” A look of understanding dawned over her, and she was glad Alexi had taken the bottle of wine back. She very well might have dropped it otherwise. “Oh my GOD.” A range of emotions passed over Mia’s face. “That little shit,” she finally muttered under her breath, her words barely audible. “He fucked up big time.” Alexi furrowed his brows in confusion at her freaking. Having been drinking since he got to the Mayweather’s, he did not comprehend if he was allowed to tell people or not. And the connections of people in the small town became white noise. She didn’t really want to think about that current situation right then, however, so she pushed it to the back of her mind and focused in on the other part of the conversation. “Okay,” she agreed without hesitation. “I’ll go to the mountains with you.” A scoff left his lips once the bottle removed itself. “Yeah? You're not afraid of your reputation? Or that I'm some strange European who loves in a car?” “My reputation.” Mia let out a short, amused laugh. “I can guarantee you that not one person in town, including myself, gives a shit about that.” Reaching over for the wine bottle, she let her hand brush against Alexi’s for just a second longer than it had previous times. “So. You like doing everything in the woods?” Raising her eyebrows, she slowly brought the bottle up to her lips. Signs and signals of interest in America had a subtly to them compared to Alexi’s life back home. Many men in America had a hard time touching or hugging or being playful in those manners without finding it some kind of affront to their heteroness. In Alexi’s crowd that was normal life. Though it could also be said that Alexi and those he ran with, when not in a small town in the middle of nowhere Washington, could not exactly call themselves completely hetero. Shrugging, the sly smile stayed. Leaning in he whispered, “everything is better in the woods.” |