Who: Laney and Ollie What: guarding some beds When: late tonight Where: Liberty Island Why: David is bit! Rated: TBD Status: incomplete
Laney subtly glanced over the top of her magazine at Ollie. She would have liked to say it was awkward sitting there, guarding someone else's belongings with him, but it wasn't. Not really, anyways. It was strange how...comfortable she actually felt, even though they hadn't said much since they had gotten there. In fact, no one had said much. The whole atmosphere was very somber, likely due to David's condition, and the tension between Laney and Allie. But she'd made it through the questioning of everyone's well being, and, even worse, Ben's teasing before she'd left. She had been content, welcoming even, to just sit reading in the dark with her old magazine lit only by a small light, with Ollie.
Now, though, she wanted to talk. Or at least give him his cognac. She'd gone through the trouble to make sure she'd swiped him an entire box full, though she only brought one bottle for now. He could get the rest when they went back to the mainland-- she couldn't show up with nothing. Not when he'd gone and gotten her something too. It didn't seem right. Though, honestly, what they were doing getting each other presents; specifically what she was doing getting him a present, was beyond her. But she didn't want to question it, because she didn't want to give herself an answer, especially one she wasn't ready to deal with quite yet. As for Ollie, for all she knew, he got all the women he called Ladyface gifts. She didn't want to assume anything, anyways.
"So," she started, closing her Cosmo ("Your Orgasm Guaranteed-- New Tricks Experts Swear By") and leaning back on her palms. "Is it inappropriate to give you a gift while everyone is so serious?" She wasn't trying to make light of any situation, but rather break the proverbial ice and silence. And ignore the romantic ambiance that the small light was somehow managing to create, but that was a whole other story completely.