Alyona Koltsova (theperfectdrug) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2013-09-14 00:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-28, ice |
the wicked winding streets of my world
Who: Arden & Ice
Where: Streets of SO
When: Mid-morning
Monday? Is it only Monday? Brow condensed in a perplexed frown Arden stared, half-awake, at her calendar while her fingers twirled, tangled and untangled knots in her hair. Maybe, somewhere along the way, she had forgotten to cross the days off and missed the passage of the beginning of the week. It had happened before. Then again, the opposite had happened too, and she had assumed she was several days ahead of the date she was actually up to. Wishing this lifetime away… she chided herself when the news confirmed the date for her, though the headlines of the day only really touched her awareness insofar that it was something she really ought to know. A few minutes spent with her coffee and the newsreader, staring through the television and she had gleaned the bare minimum of relevant information from the report as well as regained her perspective for the day. It was Monday -- and the whole of this year’s homecoming was trapped inside the school because of magic.
Part of her almost wanted to climb back into bed. Instead she dressed herself, grabbed a fist-full of lollipops and dropped herself neatly behind the wheel of her car. Oh, the boots had perhaps not been the best of choices for driving, but they had put her in a better mood and that was the whole point of this little venture. Today was also a Goldfrapp day.
After applying her lipgloss at one set of lights (and then immediately blowing a kiss to the teenaged boy staring) and fixing her hair at the pause in traffic a short while later (she assumed everything had been re-routed for parking at the school, no?), Arden was only truly ‘ready’ for her drive after the album had played once all the way through, allowing for plenty of time to just… cruise. Or whatever word was appropriate when there was actually minimal space to drive unless she hijacked the university parking lots like she used to. Starting the CD over again, her fingers were beating out the rhythm of ‘Ooh La La’ with ease as she eyed the back of the guy she was about to drive past. “You can come in, I think,” she chimed, smile brightening mischievously while she drew up alongside him and swung the passenger door open, not at all caring that she had the volume turned up too high.
‘Switch me on, turn me up
Oh, child of Venus
You're just made for love’
“Morning!” Arden grinned, leaning over the passenger seat to greet Ice. Then, having established that it definitely was Ice and that she was not about to make a fool of herself, she had a better idea -- she hooked her fingers into his waistband and made to pull him into the car. Did she care that the music was both very loud, probably inappropriate in some way and potentially embarrassing? No, not at all.
‘I need la la la la la la
I need ooh la la la la’