Evan (layereddepth) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-04-03 21:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | evan kingfisher, p: mena, p: mj, ~ellie eckles |
Who: Evan Kingfisher & Eleanor Eckles
What: Evan has a habit of walking around half naked, Ellie walks in on him. Cue awkward
When: Sunday PM
Where: Kitchen in shared suite
Rating: Low
It was late on Sunday and between that debacle with Aidan in the Hologym and mountains of paperwork that never seemed to dwarf in spite of Evan's best efforts he'd crashed out in his room before finally stirring with the belated knowledge that he hadn't actually eaten anything for dinner. Well, shit, not smart. Evan rubbed a hand through his hair and shook his head as he knew better than that, he really did, but apparently he'd forgotten basic self care. He rummaged out a pair of jeans and pulled them on over his legs and left them loose around his hips before he trailed out of his room, distinctly shirtless and apparently unbothered by that fact. It was just him and Noah after all and in the marines you tended to get a little blasé about nudity. Sometimes a little too blasé. Bent at the waist with one hand on the door to the fridge Evan proceeded to stick his head in and rummage out with the other hand as he looked for something that he could just eat without having to go all the way to the cafeteria. He was most definitely not feeling that. Ellie hadn’t been here for long, but she was starting to settle in. She did rather feel like she was living in a ghost-town, considering there was no one else around that she’d ever seen and she wondered if she was just the first person in a to-be-occupied wing. For that precise reason, she’d avoided spending too much time in her suite. It felt creepy. But she’d come back from the range - closed it down for the day - and had a shower and had ended up feeling a little peckish. Knowing that she was on her own, Ellie left her towel-dried hair down and had on nothing but a large, oversized t-shirt and a pair of short sleeping shorts along with a pair of socks as she padded through from her room, past the common area and into the kitchen where she was greeted by the jean-clad ass of a man rooting through her refrigerator. “Um,” she started eloquently. Evan felt the distinct prickle and lift of hairs on the back of his neck the moment Ellie entered the shared kitchen and almost immediately he knew he was no longer alone. And it definitely wasn’t Noah. Well, shit, this wasn’t awkward or anything. With one hand around the orange juice Evan turned to come face to face with an attractive dark haired woman who herself wasn’t wearing a whole lot. Yep, awkward just got even more awkward. “Uh, hi,” he returned with a lopsided grin. Ellie’s eyes traced over the tanned expanse of chest before she was consciously aware of what she was doing but as soon as she did, she clasped her hands together behind her and averted her eyes quickly. “At least I didn’t catch you drinking orange juice right out of the carton,” she told him with a small smirk, focusing on the cupboard as she breezed past and reached out to grab two glasses, putting them on the counter. “Unless,” she continued, tilting her head in his direction, “I just caught you almost red-handed?” Evan hadn’t at allowed his gaze to appreciate the legs on show, no, not at all. “I swear on my mother’s life I would never drink out of the carton,” he answered with a dimple inducing grin before he shut the fridge door. He definitely could do with having more clothes on but it was what it was, no point getting all embarrassed about it. “Evan,” he said after a moment as he extended his hand. “Now that’s a confident swear,” Ellie said, reaching out and pinching the orange juice, pouring it into the two glasses she’d pulled down and pushed one in Evan’s direction. She, too, felt as though she were a little underdressed but at least her shorts were done up. Not that they could be- they were elasticated. And also mostly hidden by her shirt but that was hardly the point. She certainly wasn’t expecting to run into some half-naked, dimpled man in the kitchenette. It was late and she was in her sleeping attire and she thought she was alone. Clearly she wasn’t. “Ellie,” she said, one hand picking up her glass and the other reaching out to shake Evan’s. “It’s nice to meet you. I- uh, I thought I was alone here.” “What can I say I’m confident in what I’m saying,” Evan returned with a smile as he took a hold of Ellie’s hand and gave it a firm shake. “You’re actually flanked by Noah and myself.” He belatedly realised that his jeans were not in fact done up and quickly remedied that because hella embarrassing. He picked up the glass pushed in his direction and took a sip. “You’re the new manager of the shooting range, right?” Ellie watched Evan do his jeans up hastily and chuckled. “At least you’re wearing underwear,” she offered, knowing that it might not offset the embarrassment but she was trying? Her lips curled up and she took a sip of her own drink, averting her eyes only after a moment. “You and Noah? I guess I’ll have to remember to put more clothes on when I come into the kitchen then. It’s lucky we’ve not run into each other before now.” She nodded, purposefully keeping her eyes on something that wasn’t Evan’s naked chest as she hopped up onto the counter. “That would be me. I’m assuming you’re a handler? I’ve met Noah already over the network, he seems nice.” This time was the thought that ran through Evan’s head when Ellie remarked on his wearing underwear. “Might be an idea if you want to avoid another awkward exchange.” He grinned and winked over the glass of orange juice as he lifted it to his lips and took a sip. He was like Ellie rather purposefully keeping his eyes on anything other than her legs and found that focus on the most obvious choice: her face. “Noah is a nice guy, really down to earth and he’s not messy so bonus points on that.” Evan wasn’t a big fan of messy. “And yeah, I’m a Junior Handler.” He placed his glass down and wrapped his hands around the edge of the counter he was leaning against. “How you liking Limbo so far?” Ellie’s eyebrow arched. “It also means you might have to put more on if you don’t wanna get gawked at,” she added because it wasn’t just down to her. And honestly, she might have felt slightly underdressed but she was technically at home. She wasn’t naked, or in a towel, and honestly there was very little wrong with what they were wearing. Or not wearing. “But don’t bother on my account.” She winked and took another sip of her juice, heels gently knocking into the drawer from where she was perched. “Not messy, huh?” she asked, making a mental note to try and be a little less disorganised. Because she was. She was chaotic outside of her professional environment. Her room looked like a clothes bomb had been set off and she’d been here for a little while and was yet to do laundry. Lucas would despair of her if he had any idea. “Well,” she offered with a cheeky smirk, “the views here are much better than where I was before.” “There is that,” Evan admitted with a rueful chuckle. “I’m a ex-marine, mess wasn’t exactly encouraged by any of my drill sergeants or my commanding officers.” You learned to be neat and orderly in the military. He ducked his head into a laugh at her next comment and then lifted it to give her a smile. “No offence to Noah but you’re definitely better looking.” Ellie laughed, filing the knowledge about Evan’s distaste for messiness away for future reference. “Well, until I’ve seen Noah I don’t know if that’s really a compliment or not,” she responded with a wink, “I was gonna try my hand at cooking something. Not really dressed for the mess hall,” she added, “You wanna join me?” “Yeah, but lemme put a shirt on first,” Evan said with a smirk. “Pretty sure cooking half naked isn’t the smartest thing to do.” And with that he gave her a departing smile as he headed in the direction of his room because it seemed like the right thing to do, put a shirt on and then they could get to know one another without the awkwardness of his being half naked. Sure she wasn’t complaining but Evan’s mother would never let him live it down. With a black t-shirt now on he returned to the kitchen. “Alright, let’s get some food.” |