Trip/Ethan Michael Banks III (searchingminds) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-04-08 22:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-09 |
Trip be Trippin'
who: Haylee and Trip
when: Evening
where: The Owl's Nest, Trip's vehicle, Haylee's house
what: Trip's high and Haylee is not impressed.
Trip was a tad late returning from his break, any time that Trip hung out with Hunter that was usually the ending result, the being late and or flat out blowing stuff off. Hunter was kind of his partner in crime, Trip always got into the most trouble when Hunter was involved -- and when Hunter was involved, that usually meant getting high.
Getting high was exactly how Trip Banks had spent his extended dinner break, chillin' in Hunter's ride, smoking a fatty, and shootin' the shit -- it was good times. But all good times have to come to an end and so Trip had said adieu to his bud and headed back inside the restaurant through the back door and wandered over to his locker to stash his stash, at least he had enough brain cells still firing to cover his ass just in case one of the Williamson's figured out he was high on the floor. While at his locker, he realized that he was hungry and that he'd skipped the whole eating portion of his break and damn if he didn't already have the beginnings of a bad case of the munchies. Thankfully, there was a bag of gourmet beef jerky he'd tossed in there the day he came back from his family vacation. Pot stashed where it wouldn't be found unless you brought in Police dogs, or another telepath, perhaps a touch know -- Trip stuffed the bag of jerky into the front pocket of his apron; grabbing one piece to snack on right then, taking a big bite as he moved from the employee break area onto the main floor; the jerky making a loud snapping sound as he tore at it with his teeth.
Haylee happened to be heading back to the break area and her locker now that her shift was over when Trip came out of it. Eyes slightly red and looking more than a little high to a girl who had seen plenty of high people in her life. Haylee's eyes went wide and she untied her apron from around her waist, revealing more of her outfit. "Trip." she hissed, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and shoving him against the wall. "Are you high?"
"Noooo," he answered, nodding his head like a little bobble head doll on the dashboard of a moving vehicle, big dumb crooked smile plastered across his face, eyes only half open as he began to chew on the bit of dried meat now in his mouth. "You look mad, Halo. Did I do something to upset your pretty little head?" he asked, reaching a hand out clumsily, patting her hair. "Your hair is so pretty..."
Haylee's eyes narrowed into angry little slits and she glared at the boy before smacking his hand away. "You're at work!" she hissed, trying desperately to keep her voice down low enough that only he could hear her. "You can't work high, Ethan! You should know better." And that was about all she was going to say before she turned to glance around. Trip was going home now even if she had to lie to get him there. "You're going home." she told him. "You're sick. That's what you are. Sick."
"OooH... Angry Haylee is angry..." Trip whispered, after her first little reprimand. The use of his given name however left the boy blinking at her, looking much like the confused little puppy that had just gotten a swat on the bum with a rolled up news paper. "I'm nooooooot, I'm buzzed... there's a difference." he smirked, again reaching his hand out poking the tip of her nose with his index finger. "See... if I was high I would have missed your nose and poked you in the eye... I'm fine."
Haylee swatted his hand away again and rubbed her hands across her face from the bottom up and then through her hair, pushing the long blonde strands back away from her face. "Stay here." she told him, giving him a stern, 'move and I'll kick your ass' look and then heading down the hall to find their boss. After a quick, and surprisingly believable lie, she convinced them to let Trip off early as he was deathly ill and vomiting everywhere - or so she said - and then she headed back to Trip, catching him by the hand and dragging him into the break room so she could collect her purse. "Unlock your locker and give me your keys." she directed, pointing to the boy's locker. "Now."
Trip leaned back against the wall, om noming loudly on the delicious jerky, giving the few customers at the tables at the back of the restaurant pleasant little smiles as they gave him 'wtf' looks, he didn't care, he was feeling pretty good and fucking A was that ever the best fucking jerky he'd tasted in his whole entire life, but damn if he wasn't craving some KFC right about then. He'd have to pick some up on the way home, he made a mental note of, one which he was very likely to forget in the next twenty seconds -- aaand when she grabbed his hand and tugged him off like a little rag doll that mental note flew out of the brain pan. "But, I'm supposed to be on the floor working..." he protested, blinking at her as he waved his hand in the direction of the lock, switching off as it made the tell tale clicks in the combination. "Honestly, Halo, I'm fine... just buzzing... it's just been awhile and it was some really good shit..."
Haylee sighed and shook her head. "It's too late for any of that, Ethan." she told him, still angry that he'd even thought of getting high while in the middle of a shift. "I told them you were sick and I had to take you home. So just deal. You're going home. My home. At least til you sober up and start making coherent sentences again." she said, pulling the locker open and finding his keys, grasping them in one hand and glancing up at him again. "Do you need anything else out of there?" she asked him, motioning to the locker.
Trip frowned, or more pouted at the girl. He did not like that twice in the span of the last five minutes she had used his given name to address him. It made him feel like a child in trouble that was going to get sent to the time out corner, suffice to say Trip had spent his fair share of time in said corner, mostly sent by his frustrated nannies when he'd pull mischievous little stunts using his abilities (It was SO unfair!). "I'm cohern... coheeer... I'm fine." Trip argued, reaching for his keys grasped in the girl's hand. "No... yes... wait, no.... wait... yes..."
Pulling her hand away, Haylee sighed again. "Trip, honey pie, baby doll, sugar muffin, you can't even say 'coherent'. You're decidedly not fine. I'm taking you home, okay? You don't really wanna work anyways, right? You can lay on my bed and eat chips all evening if that's what you want, but we're going home, okay?" She wasn't taking no for an answer, damn it. "Get what you need to get and we'll go."
"Co-her-ent," He responded, but only to show that he could. "But... I would rather lay around in bed with you alllll night." he said, smirking that dirty little smirk that spoke sexual innuendo without having to say one more word. "Ooooh, KFC!" he exclaimed, his train of thought jumping the tracks back to that mental note that his tummy once again faxed to his brain. "Munchies..." he added, blinking at the change of expression on her face. "You're pretttty," he told her, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before reaching into his locker, dislodging the stash from it's hiding place and tucked it into his pants, smiling innocently all the while.
Great, he had more weed and he probably intended on smoking it. Wasn't that just lovely? Damn him. "Alright." she told him, shutting his locker door and reaching over to take his hand. "We'll stop and get KFC on the way home, okay? Just come on, let's get out of here." Preferably as fast as possible before anyone noticed that he wasn't sick with anything but being totally high off his ass. Haylee took a moment to clock out and helped him do the same and then led him out of the restaurant and to his SUV. Damn if that thing didn't look scary as hell. "Passenger side." she told him, motioning for him to climb in. "Come on, Trip, let's go."
Trip happily complied with the girl's request, climbing up into the passenger seat, pushing the motorized seat control button, Trip lowered the seat back so he could lay back comfortably. He continued snacking on the jerky in the pocket of his apron and just plain lazing it. He was feeling good and he wasn't remotely thinking that Haylee might be feeling a bit intimidated at the thought of having to operate that beast of an SUV of his. He sat up for a brief moment, but only to grab his sunglasses off the visor and put them on before laying himself back down. "Can we get some cupcakes too? Suddenly jonesing for chocolate..."
It was about that time that the normally very calm and very down to earth Haylee Benson had to hold herself back from knocking the pretty out of Trip Banks. "First you make me have to drive you in this massively massive impersonation of a vehicle. THEN you decide you want me to drive through a drive-thru because you got the munchies for KFC. And NOW you want me to stop and get you cupcakes too?!" she cried, eyes wide and face slightly flushed. "Is there anything else I can do for you, King of the Pot smoking waiters?"
"Nope, I think that just about covers it... thanks Sweetpea," Trip grinned at the girl all cute like and then looked back up at the pattern on the ceiling of the vehicle. "Unless you don't have pop at your place... that could be problematic..."
Haylee just blinked at Trip, even after he'd looked up at the ceiling of the vehicle. She wanted to scream, but what good would it do? He was so high it probably wouldn't have mattered anyway. So instead, she just buckled her belt, and turned the car on. "Put your seat belt on." she ordered and once he'd done what she told him to do, she began the rounds of doing what Trip had asked her. By the time she got him in the house and got everything settled on the bedside table in her room, she was fuming, but she pretend that she wasn't. "What kind of drink do you want?" she asked him as she slipped her shoes off. "Pepsi, Mountain Dew?"
Trip was oblivious to her irritation, that was the good thing about being high like that, little shit just didn't bother you. Oh he'd likely pay for it later and would be quite apologetic, but for the time being everything was a-okay in Trip's mind. The ride home was all a blur, as was how the hell he managed to maneuver the stairs, but he did. He flumped back onto her bed like the lazy ass he was today with that big dumb shit eating grin that usually got him out of trouble, usually. "Pepsi, please... and keep 'em coming." he said, reaching over and petting her on the head. "Thank you, Snookums."
Again Haylee flirted with smacking Trip. It wouldn't be because he didn't deserve it, that was for sure. But again, she pushed that urge down and nodded a little, then got up from the bed and put her shoes in the closet. Pulling her blouse up and over her head, she tossed it into the hamper and did the same with her skirt. "Anything else?" she asked him, but didn't give him a chance to answer before heading out of her room and down the stairs to retrieve the Pepsi.
He might not have been at his most observant (that was an understatement!), but he was a teenage boy and somehow even if his manners and basic motor skills weren't at their best a nearly naked girl in the room definitely got Trip's attention. His eyes went from little half slits to wide ass saucers, however, before he could get his body to comply with what his brain was attempting to signal -- she was already out of the room and on her way down the stairs. And in a 'not your best idea there bucko' type move, Trip got up and wandered in the direction of the stairs and got to about the third one before he lost his footing and his ass slid down the rest of the way making quite the racket as he went til his back met with the floor at the bottom. "Owww..."
By the time Trip landed with a thud and an 'owww', Haylee already had a Pepsi in hand and was heading back for the stairs. "Trip?!" she cried, maneuvering her way over to him and kneeling in front of the boy. "Are you alright?" She'd wanted to frustrate him, not kill him, damn.
Trip just lay there, blinking up at the ceiling and then up at Haylee when she appeared over him, a slightly confused expression playing on his face. "I'm... okay?" he said, sounding more like a question than a statement though he thought he was stating the latter. "Did the stairs turn into a slide or am I that baked?"
"You're that baked." Haylee sighed, shaking her head a little as he lay there on the floor. Setting the Pepsi aside, she shifted one leg over her non-boyfriend's body and straddled him, arching a brow at him as she brushed his hair back from his forehead. "Are you alright?" she questioned. "Did you break your butt?" Which would be a tragedy because it was such a cute butt.
He was definitely that baked, perhaps hot boxing it on his dinner break really wasn't such a spectacular idea after all, not that Trip would admit that, it had been fun and really he didn't do it all that often. He peered up at the girl through half slit eyes, snorting a laugh. "I think I'm okay... but the butt might be broked..." he frowned, wiggling a little and wrinkling his nose. "Ow."
"My poor baby." Haylee murmured, giving him a pitiful little pout as she leaned down to press a little kiss to his exposed forehead. "I'd say I'd kiss it and make it better, but my lips aren't going to be on your ass. Guess your face is the thing that looks most like it." she teased. "It'll have to do."
"Meeeeeeean," he pouted, his brow furrowing with a hurt expression. "I told you I'd lose my charms in the end..." he added, pun totally not intentional.
Haylee chuckled a little, even with that pout and that hurt expression. "I'm not mean." she murmured, leaning in to steal a little kiss from his lips. "There. Does that make up for it?" she asked him.
"A little..." Trip smiled. "Helping me upright again might make up for it even more though... my head feels swimmy..." he admitted, scrunching up his nose. "And you are too mean... I falled, I could be concussed and you called me an ass face..." he pouted again, little more for show this time.
Haylee smiled right back at him and gave him one more little kiss. "You're not an ass face." she murmured, reluctantly getting off of him and helping him get to his feet again. "But even if you were, you've got a nice ass, so it wouldn't be anything less than a compliment." Bending down for a brief moment, she picked up the soda can and straightened herself out again. "Think you can handle the stairs one more time?" she questioned, brow slightly arched. "Or should I try and carry you?"
He was grateful for her assistance in getting him upright again, and he would have said thank you had she not immediately distracted his brain from sending that to his mouth when she bent over for that can of pop and his higher brain kind of flatlined and let the lower take over and he stared, almost akin to a confuzzled puppy dog, and it was a wonder that his tongue wasn't hanging out. He was so distracted that he almost didn't hear her question, he blinked a few times before just kind of nodding. "I think I can... why don't you go ahead in case I fall again... that way I don't fall on top of you in a not so fun way..."
"Okay..." Haylee said, looking a little suspicious of him, but hey, if he was just wanting to stare at her ass, he could go ahead and stare at her ass. Drink in hand, she moved to the stairs and made her way slowly up them, deliberately moving her hips as though she were trying desperately to torture him with the side to side rocking. "Coming?" she asked him once she got half way and he didn't seem to be following.
Trip stared openly and shamelessly at her backside as she sashayed up the stairs, she was definitely trying to fry those last few brain cells with the sexy teasing hip movements. He blinked up at her when she spoke, swallowing a bit dryly. "Almost," was the response, which made him blink a couple more times. "I mean, yeah... coming." he corrected, slowly moving to take on the stairs one more time, hopefully for the last time til he didn't feel so wonky.
That gained a smirk that Trip didn't get to see, as Haylee faced up the stairs again and continued on her way. Apparently she had more of a tease in her than she even realized. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, she waited for him to climb to the landing and took his hand with her free one. "Come on, lover boy." she murmured. "Don't want you falling back down the stairs again. Let's get you in bed."