iseethedead (iseethedead) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-06-29 20:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-06, evan |
Carnival Companions.
Who: Dorcas and Evan. Again.
When: Early Evening
Where: Evan's car, Circus-carnival thing!
Work had been awful and she was very stressed out and tired. So Dorcas had come home as soon as she could, cleaned up a little bit and changed to something more appropriate for a carnival. Sorry, but a skin tight rainbow dress was not good for crowds. However the ripped up jeans and cupcake t-shirt she had switched into definitely was. And wasn't nearly as distracting as some of the things in her wardrobe. It was an effort to make herself happy again.
Instead of being inside while she waited for Evan to pull up, she was outside sitting on the curb with her head resting on her knees. Her fingers were curled into her hair, forearms pressed against her ears tightly like she were trying to drown out any and all sound. She hoped they got rid of that cradle tomorrow. If they didn't, she was going to smash it into firewood.
Evan arrived just like he said he would and the girl didn't seem to move from her position, so he got out of the car and walked over to her. He cleared his throat and then when she didn't move, he reached out to touch her, preparing himself for her to pop up and scare the hell out of him and knowing he'd still jump in surprise.
When he touched her, she shrieked in surprise and scrambled back along the sidewalk towards the lawn. It took a moment for her eyes to focus and realize it was just Evan. When she did, she breathed a heavy sigh and fell back into the grass. "Don't do that!"
"I'm... I'm sorry." Evan stammered, taking the few steps over to her and reaching down to help her up. "I tried to get your attention but you didn't move and I... I didn't mean to frighten you." And he really hadn't. He actually felt pretty bad for doing it now. "You alright?" he questioned.
She stood up with his assistance and automatically hid her face in his chest. Yeah, a scare was not what she needed right now. "Oh, I'll be fine eventually," she said automatically even if it was a lie. A big fat one. "Let's just get out of here before I go fucking crazy."
Evan just looked down at the girl, catching her chin with his hand and pulling it up enough that he could see her face. "Something happen?" he questioned, arching a brow just slightly at her. Something was obviously going on. She was jumpy if nothing else.
Dorcas sighed heavily, "There's this... cradle. At work. It has a spirit attached to it. A baby. And since it can't talk, all it does is cry and cry and cry and scream. So, yeah. That's all. It'll get sold eventually." There wasn't anything she could do about the spirit of an infant lingering. They didn't understand about heading into the light, whatever color it was for the child.
That got a frown from Evan. A ghost of a baby meant there'd been a dead baby and those? Those were the worst thing ever. He'd had to prepare a body or two of an infant and those were always the saddest thing he had to do. He didn't mind his job, but when someone came in that hadn't even gotten a chance to live and their life was over, it was a bit hard to deal with. "That sucks." he said, shaking his head and trying to rid himself that feeling he got. "Well... I promise not to cry." he assured her. "Only if you're ready to go now." he smiled.
Well that happened all the time back in the Victorian era. It was not the first time she'd run into the spirit of a child of some sort and it would not be the last. It was just disturbing as all Hell. Dorcas held on to him tightly for a long moment, not crying just clinging. One deep, calming breath and she tried again, "Let's get out of here. Just... yeah. Please."
Evan nodded and lead her back to his car, pulling the passenger side door open and letting Dorcas slip into the vehicle. He rounded it then and climbed in the opposite side and off they went towards the carnival. "So um..." he began. "Today is my sister's birthday. Erin. The next one up from me. Well, anyway, she wants to go out and get plastered at Heme tonight and I kinda... told her I'd show but I want you to come with... so... come with?" he questioned. Okay, so maybe he should have told her way sooner, but she was more likely to say yes whens he was cornered right?
Once more she was in his car. She was going to have to give him gas money or something. This was getting crazed. Off to the circus-carnival they went. But apparently he was going to use this moment to spring another plan on her. He'd made plans for later... With his family and wanted her to come along? What? WAIT WHAT?! "Uh... Why do you want me to go to your sister's birthday thing? I mean... Isn't it kind of weird to introduce them to some girl you've taken on two dates? Isn't that reserved for like a month later?"
He rolled his eyes. "It's my sister's birthday and I don't want to blow her off, but I really don't wanna blow you off either and she said to bring you. She wants to meet you. Erika, my other sister wants to meet you too and it's not like I'm ever one to pay attention to the normal social preferences. I like you, they'll like you... if you don't want to go I'm not going to make you, but I wish you would." Evan said.
"I wouldn't ask you to blow her off," she said softly. That would be horrible. Or at least she assumed so. She was not close to her family at all. In fact, she was fairly certain they helped pay for school as a bribe to keep her at a distance. Not that she cared. At all. With a very heavy sigh, she asked, "What time is this happening?"
"Like tenish or eleven. I know you got work or whatever, but I figured I'd pop in and back out again is all. Just thought you might like to come with." Evan shrugged.
"You're so sweet," she smirked faintly, glancing at him sidelong just to spy on his reaction, "I'll have to stop off and change... This is so not appropriate for Heme." Secretly, Dorcas was forming a plan. A mean, cruel plan. Evan would rue the day he sprang something on her like this - only it would be a very fun ruing. She hoped.
"I think I've seen you in more outfits than I've seen most of my old girlfriends in combined." Evan said, shaking his head a little. He didn't mind though. Everything Dorcas put on seemed to be sexy in it's own way. Even the cupcake shirt and jeans she wore now had that little flicker of hotness beneath it. Or maybe that was just Dorcas period. Probably. "So you'll come then?"
"Even though it's signing my own death warrant, dooming myself to God knows what - yes, I'll come," she was making it sound more dramatic than it was but this was another major First Time. Er, in a way. Other peoples families were kind of a big thing, right? "I'm not drinking though. Obviously."
"Why would you be dooming yourself? They're not going to try and embarrass you. They're going to spend the night making me feel like a total goof." he said, rolling his eyes. "You and the two of them will spend the whole time laughing at me I bet." Evan was certainly sure of that.
"But you are a total goof so it's not very difficult is it," she questioned, giggling a little. She didn't mean to prove him right but he kind of set himself up like that. "And anyway, I thought that's what older siblings were for... But that's totally not my job. My job is to stand there and feel completely awkward."
"Why will you feel completely awkward?" he questioned. "They're just my sisters. I mean it's not like I'm taking you out to a family dinner or something and making you meet my parents. I would totally understand that, but it's a bar, baby. A bar." Evan said.
She didn't expect him to understand and she smiled faintly, explaining in a soft, sad voice, "I have exactly two friends. You and another medium who's probably old enough to be my father. I'm just not very good at being social in... Groups." The idea was daunting but this was his family and he was being nice and inviting her along, so she could at least try.
"Well I promise I won't let you stick around for too long. Just a popping in and back out. Then we can go back to my place, or I can drop you back off at your place, whichever you rather." Evan smiled.
Dorcas grinned with a hint of a secret, "You wait until tonight for that decision for I think you'll be making that one." She was not going to elaborate no matter how much he asked. Never, ever. Nope.
He arched a brow at the girl as he pulled up to the carnival. "I have the feeling that I'm going to either be very pleased or... or I'll have to drop you back at your place to avoid molesting you before we get to my house." Evan teased.
"Or both," she added, grinning broadly though she could have just been teasing him again and show up in a muumuu or something. Not that she owned a muumuu but that was entirely beside the point. "Blimey it's crowded, isn't it?" There were cars and protesters and visitors and... well it was just packed to bursting it seemed.
"Yeah." he agreed, taking a while to find a parking spot. He finally got lucky and caught someone pulling out and pulled his car right into the now vacant spot. "You know, after all that this morning, I think you'd know better than to torture me like that." Evan told her. "Keep it up and I'm not going to be able to keep up this whole being a good boy thing."
When he caught the parking spot, she applauded because it really was exciting. Yay! Carnival time! Once they were nice and fully parked, engine killed, she unbuckled her seat belt, totally ready to hit the games. She had cash and required funnel cake. "Yeah well... Maybe I like the torture too," she glanced at him slyly then got out of the car without another word.
Evan climbed out of the car and tucked his keys into his pocket and followed along after the girl, catching up to her and capturing her hand within his own. "You're going to drive me insane." he told her. "You have no idea how hard it is to like... not... go further I guess." It was hard. Very in fact. So much so that he'd needed that cold shower that morning.
She twined their fingers together, swinging their hands between them just because she could. And going to a carnival always felt like heading to a Wonderland - or Oz, whatever - anyway. If it was a good one. "Soon, I think," she told him softly. Not a promise because it all hinged on how tonight went on several levels. They were having a public date; that would tell them a lot about each other she figured. Then there was already a set up with family... That said a lot.
He arched a brow at her. "Wait, what?" he questioned, looking over at Dorcas. Had she just said 'soon'. "I was... I mean not that I wouldn't want to but... I was just teasing." Evan said. He didn't want her to think that him liking her depended on whether or not they ended up in bed together because it most certainly didn't.
Yes, she had just said 'soon'. He was not imagining things. "I know. But I wasn't. In the words of Aretha Franklin," Dorcas blushed darkly, feeling kind of weird about what she was about to... sing, though quietly so no one else rushing about them could hear, "'You make me feel like a natural woman...'" She laughed it off, sure she was being absolutely and utterly stupid.
"You are crazy." Evan informed the girl, turning and lifting his free hand to catch her chin and tip it upwards. He pressed a kiss against her lips at the entrance of the carnival and smiled at her. "You make me feel more than that." he grinned. "But... I'm certain you felt that this morning." He very nearly blushed but managed to hold the fiery color away from his cheeks for once.
She laughed at being called crazy because she totally was. She was sure of it by now. Completely and utterly batshit crazy... About Evan. And it showed when she returned his kiss though it was brief. "Yeeaah, I did. That didn't help my resolve any," she answered honestly, turning a strawberry color at the same time.
"See, I'm the one that had a boner from a kiss and you're the one flushing." he whispered, straightening himself out again and leading her into the carnival. "Explain to me how that one works?" Evan teased.
"Because I'm the one who has the eidetic memory and... that really never helps. Ever. Every single detail and thought just replays. Repeatedly." And it had been all day if she were being honest with herself. Except that she wasn't. It was mostly the thoughts that bothered her honestly. Dorcas tried her damnedest to distract herself with the goings on of the carnival, trying to figure out what they should do first but it was sort of like a mind overload. She winced, "Okay... First things first. I need a bottle of water or something..."
"Alright." he said and looked around to find a vendor. "Over there they're selling it." Evan said, pointing in that direction and leading the girl over to the line coming out just in front of the vendor. "Water. Anything else?" Evan asked her.
"Mm... Funnel cake?" She suggested. It was like the token carnival food. From her pants pocket, she fished out a little decorative pill case and she played with the latch but didn't open it right off. She was going to need food anyhow.
Evan arched a brow at the little pill case. Glancing up to check how far they were from the head of the line, he looked back over at Dorcas. "What's that?" he questioned, pointing to the pill case.
"Headache pills. I should've taken them before we left but I spaced. I'm in total sensory overload..." They also had a tiny pinch of sedative in them as they were prescription but no where near enough to knock her out or anything else. He didn't need to know that.
"You alright?" Evan questioned, concern clearly evident in his voice. "If you weren't feeling good we didn't... have to come out here, you know that right?" he asked. He didn't want her to feel she had to do anything, whether they had plans for it or not. If she wasn't feeling well, she just wasn't feeling well. "Migraine?" he questioned.
"I'm feeling fine, honest." She had wanted to come so bad that she'd forgotten. She watched a large group wander by and it was kind of dizzying, mentally piecing together their conversation from the things she could barely hear over all the other buzzing noise. Not that she was doing it on purpose. "No... Once again, eidetic memory. So much is going on at once. I just forgot. I don't go places like this normally."
"You sure you're gonna wanna go to Heme then?" he asked her as they reached the front of the line. Evan made the order for her and then got himself a water too and looked at her. "Anything else you want?" he questioned the girl.
"I'll be fine once I take these. They kick in pretty quick and last for ages," plus she had extra just in case they did wear off. Thank God for doctors and modern medicine. She shook her head at his second question. She wasn't going to drain him of money. Carnival food was expensive.
Evan didn't mind how much the carnival food cost, he paid the cashier and handed over her bottle and carried the rest of his purchases over to a table nearby where he sat himself down. "Eat up then." he smiled, brushing one hand through his hair and then uncapping his water bottle. "And take those before you change your mind and want to head home."
"Yeah no, totally taking them first," she uncapped her water, popped open the case and put two tiny pills in her mouth. A couple of swallows of water and all was good. Or it would be in about fifteen minutes. Enough time to share a funnel cake because she was planning on sharing. She made sure the plate stayed right between them, equal distance in silent offering and tore off a piece to eat. "You think they have that game where you can win a goldfish?"
He shrugged and glanced around the area of the carnival he could see. "Maybe." Evan said after a moment. "Not where I can see at least. Why? You want me to win you a goldfish? Aren't I supposed to win you like a stuffed animal or something so you can think of me every time you see the darn thing? I'm going to have to remember not to win you something stupid."
"I was thinking about trying to win a prize for your sister," she laughed like it was the silliest idea ever because it was. "I'll feel so bad showing up without something for her birthday," even if it was last minute but they were totally at the carnival. Surely there had to be something good... "Is she good with fish?"
"Erin... she's... Alright, time for the run down of the sisters. Erin is the middle kid, the one before me, she's the medical examiner in town. Yay family business. As for fish, I honestly couldn't tell you if she'd be good with it or not. She works a lot. Probably more than she should." Of course all the Forsythe's worked more than they should really. "Erika is a florist she owns a flower shop thing. The Flower Petaler. And you don't have to bring her anything. Buy her a shot or something and she'll love you forever." Evan smiled.
"Psh, Erika's not the birthday girl, now is she?" She teased a little. Yeah, definitely taking that advice. "Goldfish are pretty low maintenance though. A little fish food, change the water once and awhile..." It wasn't like a cat. God, cats were high maintenance. Though she loved them, she could never own one since they could sense the dead and things like that. A cat would go batshit in her house.
"Nope, it's Erin's birthday. And yeah, I guess she could handle a fish. Buuut, you'd have to give it to her later because... showing up at a vampire bar with a goldfish? Yeah, then you really would look odd. And if Erin gets drunk enough, chances are the fish would get drunk in a shot or something." Evan cringed a bit at that mere thought and shook his head. "God, I can actually picture my sister swallowing a goldfish. I think I need a new family."
"I know I don't want to be stand-outish there... But now I really want to head in with a goldfish if I can get it past the door." He'd just kind of inspired her instead of making her think it was a bad idea. Great. "Well... at least she'll get some kind of vitamin?" Which she pronounced vit-ih-min. "I'd offer you my family but my parents are lawyers."
Evan chuckled a little and shook his head. "You shall not try smuggling goldfish into a bar." he told the girl. "I won't let you. That would be... god just... I don't even have a word to describe that really." he smiled. "Do you even know how off the wall you are?" he asked. And maybe that was most of the reason why he liked the girl so much. Because she was so off the wall.
"Oh I shall not. Like I shall not pass or something?" Time to get her nerd on apparently. Great. Yeah, that's what she needed to do. "No, why don't you tell me just how off the wall I am and whether you like it or not. And I'll focus on eating." Which she did. She was a woman of her word.
"You're insane in this really sexy way." he told her with a grin, eyes moving between the funnel cake and her lips. "Even the way you eat is pretty sexy." he admitted. "And maybe that sounds fucked up or whatever. And I know I don't really know you all that well, but I really want to. Want to figure out what makes you tick. It's like... you're intriguing." Evan explained.
"I'm not that interesting," she said softly... But the way she ate sort of changed and sort of became like it was necessary to lick the powdered sugar off the funnel cake before actually eating it. He shouldn't have said anything about her eating.
"God you're horrible." he said, deliberately looking down at the table and not at the girl. "That's so not fair. You can't torment me in public. I could sit here and get you horny as all hell and no one would notice, but you lick your fingers or something and the world knows I want... well... the world'll know." Evan said, shaking his head.
That was a fair argument and she stopped the teasing at least but did not stop eating. She wanted to get around to the games and the rides and what the Hell else ever. And her head had stopped hurting. Hurray. "I think people would know If I were... horny as Hell. Because I'd probably pounce you or something. It's been a weird ass day. I wouldn't count pouncing out."
Evan arched a brow at the girl. "Keep talking like that and we won't make it away from the table." he muttered, mostly to himself, taking another sip of his water and recapping the bottle.
She just smirked to herself and focused on eating, taking the occasional sip of water. When she was finished (which was surprisingly fast - she might be a wee bit of a piggy when it comes to dessert foods), she capped her water and got up automatically to get rid of the plate, "To the midway! I wonder if they have ski-ball." Yeah, she was all over when it came to the games... Ski-ball was a favorite.
Getting up from the table, Evan took his water bottle in hand and took her hand with the other once she'd rid herself of the plate. "Didn't know you were into games so much." he grinned. "I have the feeling you might be winning me something and not the other way around." Of course that was seeming more and more likely really because Evan was certain that he sucked at ski-ball.
Dorcas blinked a little when he took her hand again then smiled and half-mumbled, "So cute" without meaning to. She shrugged a little, "I used to go to arcades a lot. Like the really huge ones that had way more than just Area 51." It was then that she realized she was probably the only person on the planet that would reference that alien shooting game. "I had mad skills when it came to getting tickets."
"Maybe I'll have to break out my video games at home then." he smiled. "Or are you strictly arcade-girl?" Evan asked.
Shaking her head, she glanced along the various games. Nothing was striking her just yet, "I'm okay at video games but I usually have to cheat. I own Gamesharks." Yeah, she liked being immortal. So sue her.
Evan chuckled a little at that. "Well then. My little cheater." he grinned. He didn't really mind the video game type cheating. Hell, he was a cheater himself in that way.
"Oh my God, that's a horrible thing to call me," she laughed because it wasn't really, "someone's going to think this is going to turn into a vengeance date or something." Except that it was just her imagination going that direction. "Oh look! Fish game!"
"Yeah, figures you'd think that. We're not even official yet and you're already thinking that people think you'll be cheating on me... or something like that." Evan wasn't even sure that it all made sense, most likely it didn't make sense at all. He shook his head and followed along towards the fish game and arched a brow. "You seriously want to win a fish for my sister?"
She snerked and rolled her eyes, "Hey, that's what the word means anymore... People see a guy and a girl and hear the word cheater? Statistics, sweetie. Statistics." This was one of those moments where 3 out of every 4 statistics were made up. "Yes, I seriously want to win a fish for your sister. And I bet you I can do it in three tries." She let go of his hand to fish her Invader Zim wallet out of her back pocket. And yes, it had a chain attached to it. "So what does it take for there to be... officialness?"
Evan almost didn't catch the question, a bit too much into his thoughts of Dorcas trying to smuggle a goldfish into a vampire bar. After a beat though, he did finally realize what she'd asked. "Um... I'm not really sure, honestly." he admitted. "I guess it all depends on what you'd say it'd take I guess. I mean... I don't wanna rush things but at the same time no matter what we do we seem to be rushing. Hell, I kissed you the day I met you..." Not something he was ungrateful for, though.
Although her eyes were totally focused on the people around the fish bowl game, watching them throw ping pong balls and seeing what techniques worked, which ones didn't, what angles and strength was already being tried... It'd take a little while to process the information so until then? Talk. "We're totally rushing headlong... And I want to note you keep holding my hand without prompting like I'm already claimed." She glanced away from the game for a moment to grin at him.
Though she'd grinned, Evan frowned a little. "I didn't mean to..." he said with a shrug. She'd grinned, but he wasn't sure if 'claimed' seemed like a good word or a bad one. Maybe she didn't want to hurt his feelings or something. "Just got used to it I guess. I can stop if it bothers you or something." he shrugged. Of course it was about then that he realized maybe it didn't bother her at all and he was being a total dweeb. "Does it...? Bother you I mean?"
"If it bothered me, I would have told you to stop ages ago," not that he'd been doing it for ages. But surely he got the meaning. "Claiming is a good thing," without thinking about it, she touched her neck like she expected to feel that leather collar there again except it wasn't there. "Time to win a fish I think," she started forward to purchase her ping pong balls.
Evan watched as she touched her neck. While she might have been feeling for a collar that wasn't there currently, he was thinking about the one that was there that morning. And about the kisses that collar had brought about. Of course he had to push thoughts of said kisses away before he had issues to deal with. He instead focused his intentions on the ping pong balls she'd gotten. "You don't have to win her a goldfish." he told her, but he knew she was going to try either way. Far be it for him to stop her.
"Oh but I do," she said as she bought the three that she had one-sidedly bet on. Another brief look around and a close up examination of the bowls. It was one of those games that was meant to be entirely impossible. But it wasn't. She took a deep breath and threw the first ping pong ball but it totally missed and bonced around all crazy like. The second and third ball followed in very rapid succession. Those two did not miss. Yeah, she'd won two goldfish. She was a Midway queen because she could secretly cheat.
He watched her bounce the first ball and was about to joke about her missing, but then she won two goldfish and he had to close his mouth again. "Okay then." he said. "Now... just what do you plan to do with those goldfish until we leave here?" Evan teased. "Gonna make me carry around the little baggies I'm betting."
"I will carry a baggie," she said like she hadn't gotten two and a dirty look from the girl running the game. She picked up the fish but then handed the second one to a little kid who was giving her a jealous look. She didn't even wait for the thank you though the father playing the game kind of shouted it as she turned to resume the walk down the midway.
"You win two fish and keep only one. The other is going to think that you deserted it. You're going to give it a complex." he teased. "I think you're starting to get better and better at giving out complexes. I've got about a billion from you by now." Evan smiled.
She held up the goldfish in its baggie and they both kind of looked at him though the fish didn't really realize it was, "Floyd says you're very silly." Yeah, she already had a temporary name for the fish. Dorcas couldn't help it. Living things deserved individual names. "Besides, kids need to be happy. Even if that particular fish will likely end up dying of starvation."
"You've doomed the poor fish to death. You've just sentenced him to death by starvation within the next day or two. How do you feel about yourself now?" Evan teased. He would have said the fishy ghost would haunt the girl, but knowing that she could see dead people, well yeah, he wasn't going to say that.
"Horrible actually... And kind of wanting to go take the fish back by mean force. All, 'HA! Tricked you. You cannot has!'" She had slipped into lol-cat speak and was now embarrassed as all heck. You did not live down lol-cat speak.
"You're horrible." Evan told her, shaking his head a little. "I can actually imagine you running up and snatching the fish up and running away. Leaving a crying little boy in your wake of course." he laughed.
"Aww," she sounded completely sad. "I'm evil, I'm not cruel," although she was certain he would argue that and thusly she needed to find a distraction - fast. Only nothing was really coming to mind despite them being surrounded by games... Although that Test Your Strength thing would be interesting to subject him to.
Evan shook his head. "Nah, you're not really cruel. Or evil... usually." he smiled, slipping his arm around her shoulder. "So um.. you never really told me what exactly it takes to be official." he said.
"Really? I honestly thought you'd say different," she smiled broadly, pleased that he did not consider her evil all the time. Alright, no Test Your Strength then. "How would I know what it takes to be official? You've far more experience than I do."
"That's the whole point." Evan told her. "It's not me that needs to be setting the pace, D. It's you. You're the one who's not used to this whole... dating thing I guess. I'm not about to push you into something you're not ready to experience yet. I just... I dunno." he shrugged.
"Not ready to experience what? Calling a... hot, crazy, tattooed - yes I noticed that - sexapotamus my boyfriend?" This was just confusing to her and it showed. She just didn't get it, poor dear.
Dorcas was one interesting little woman, that was certain. More and more so as the hours progressed. Evan chuckled a little and shrugged. "Okay then. Guess it's not as big a deal as I thought it might be."
"It... It's a word! It's not like I'm about to spout off love poetry to you or something," which she knew a lot of if she were going to be perfectly honest but that was entirely beside the point. Dorcas just really, really didn't get it.
"Well most girls think it's this big deal. Like... the second closest thing to marriage after fiance." he shrugged. "I don't know... it's new to me to even get to the 'girlfriend' stage, alright? I don't know how this is supposed to work." Evan said.
"Well... It does make me feel all squishy and warm inside to think of you as a boyfriend but... I mean... I don't know what I mean." She honestly didn't. God she was so lame she just needed to shut up. Only she had to ask, "Girls really can't get that far past your job then?"
"Well, first it was the job hurdle, the after that came the personality since I'm a total dork. I like video games and pizza, I can't cook for shit and I'm not the most interesting person in the world." he shrugged. "Suck ass personality on top of a fucked up job? That or I'm just lousy in bed." Evan said.
"Let's see... Don't care about the job. I'm a dork too. Like the video games and pizza. I can counter your inability to cook with my bit of ability. I don't see how you're not interesting..." She glanced at him, looking him up and down, "Now I'm kind of worried to find out what you're like in bed." And she couldn't believe she just said that. Dorcas looked somewhat mortified.
"Well you don't know what's good or bad right? So long as I make you cum you'll think I'm freaking Adonis or something." Evan teased.
"No... Not Adonis. Adonis was a man-slut," really, no one would make that mythology reference if they thought of him beyond anything but Perfect Male. After all, there had been several Perfect Males in Greek mythology. "Actually everyone in Greek mythology is a slut," Dorcas was trying to distract herself with mythos because she was thinking about after he'd left that morning and before work -- Yeah, she was blushing again. Stupid skin and blood flow!
"Why are you blushing?" he questioned. "I didn't know I could make you blush by saying 'cum'." Evan assumed that's what she was blushing about. "What else can I do to make you blush?"
"Evan!" Her voice was a little shrill, "We are totally in public. Someone could overhear!" She sort of covered half of her face with a hand and started to walk away, totally embarrassed though she wasn't going to tell him why no matter how much he bothered her. Not here, on the midway, surrounded by people.
Evan chuckled and followed along after her, reaching out and taking her hand and pulling her along side of one of the little building like things a game was housed in. "Oh no you don't." he told her, his voice taking on more of a whispering tone. "What is it?"
She was tempted to press her back against the wall of the game-house but she wasn't sure how sturdy it was. Dorcas shook her head, trying to head back out into the crowd. "No. No no. I can't. Not even going there. Absolutely no."
Putting on his best pouty face, Evan leaned forward enough that he could be eye level with the girl. "Please tell me what's on you mind?" he whispered, stealing the tiniest of kisses and putting that same little pout on. "Please?"
Dorcas squirmed in place, worrying her lip ring until it actually hurt. She looked away from that puppy-eyed pout and focused on drinking her water in silence. Anything to occupy her mouth away from speaking. There was no way - no way he was getting this out of her. No. Uh-uh. Totally mute.
Reaching out, Evan caught hold of her bottle and slowly pulled it away from her mouth. His other hand took hold of her chin and he tilted her head to face him. "Come on, baby, can't be that big a secret, now can it? Can't have a relationship with secrets. Sure fire way to halt it isn't it?"
God, why did he have to do this to her? Why? "T.. T-technically y-you've already m-made me come... This morning. A-after you left... B-before work..." Please God let him actually understand what the fuck she was trying to say. And this was so inappropriate for public conversation. She was going to die.
Evan's brows went up at that little admission. "You..?" he questioned, knowing exactly what she'd meant. "Well then. Am I any good in those little fantasies of yours?" he questioned, kissing her cheek and then trailing his lips to her ear. "Hopefully that won't be the last time I make you come." he whispered.
"Please don't make me think about it here," she pleaded softly. If she started fully down that train of thought - well, she wasn't entirely sure what would happen. It just wouldn't technically be good. Technically. "Whose torturing who now?" She tried to sound like she was teasing only she ended up sounding a little more... Well it was entirely difficult to describe - sort of a mixture between desperate, despairing and completely turned on.
Evan smirked a little against the flesh of her neck and slid his fingertips downwards, coming to rest at her thigh. "You like to be tortured and you know it." he whispered. "Be glad I can't read minds." he teased. "I can just imagine all the dirty, hot... sexy little things you've got going on in that pretty little head of yours."
It was starting to get hard to breathe and she was having a hard time focusing on the world around them though subconsciously, the In Public thing was getting to be a bit of an extra turn on. Fine. He wanted to play that way? Dorcas was going to have to find a way to turn this around on him. "It's not too hard to imagine, I'd think. Considering I've already brought up collars and a leash and getting tied up to my bed," she lightly licked the curve of his neck with the very tip of her tongue, teasingly light. Yeah, that'd work. Bad Good plan.
Two could play at the game that they had going between them. Evan's hand shifted upwards a bit more, dipping beneath her shirt and hooking in her waistline. "You do realize that the more you talk, the more I want to just leave the carnival and head back to my place, right?" he whispered, lightly nipping her earlobe.
Two were playing once she had joined in! He started it! But instead of playing into it, she pulled away, shaking her head a little. "If you take me back to your place right now, we'll never get to your sister's birthday thing and then you'll have to explain and I will die of embarrassment. Back to the midway with thee," she pointed into the crowd.
"Well then I suppose I'll have to contain myself until after than then, huh? You'll get no sleep tonight, miss Dorcas, and it won't be because of ghosts, that's for sure." Evan didn't say another word and instead pulled his hands away from her pants. One more stolen little kiss and he took hold of her hand to pull her back towards the crowd.
"I will get sleep or I will be very cranky with you. You will not like it, I promise that," the idea of not getting to sleep before Sunday's ad ran terrified her. She wanted to roll her eyes but refrained and followed him back into a crowd, "You have to bribe me. Go win me a prize. The bigger the prize, the bigger I'll fake it." Now she was just teasing him. She honestly doubted she would have to fake anything...
"Maybe I shouldn't win you a prize if you're going to have to fake it." Evan said, rolling his own eyes at the thought. "I'd rather you not have to fake anything, thanks." But he did head over to one of the game booths to try his hand at winning her a prize.
She was laughing hard when he seemed to get offended especially since he was headed over to a game anyhow. His poor bruised ego... "May I remind you that you're the one who started the questioning of your own talents."
"You didn't have to agree with me." Evan said, pouting a little as the man behind the counter at the booth set up the game he'd chosen. Knocking over bottles with a ball seemed easy enough right? Well, it didn't seem like it with the first two balls he had, but the third knocked over the little pyramid of bottles. "Pick something." Evan told her, glancing up at the different stuffed animals. The man pointed to the ones that she could choose from.
"I was teasing you. I honestly doubt I'll be disappointed... Especially if I can get some chocolate on those tattoos," Why yes, she was proposing that she lick chocolate off his body. She just needed to find some liquid chocolate. When he knocked down the pyramid of bottles, she jumped and clapped though carefully so as to not disturb the goldfish too much. Dorcas didn't even wait to be asked before she said, "Shark please!" And down came the beanie shark with wonky fangs that looked more like a dolphin... Oh Carnival toys. They were inbred-looking love.
"You can put chocolate on whatever you wanna put chocolate on." Evan smiled, picturing a lot of licking and a lot of chocolate and then having to shove the thoughts out of his head. He couldn't very well keep thinking about that if he wanted to stay without a boner. "Where to next then?"
"Wow... That is so wrong," she hugged her new shark to her chest, grinning. Yay shark. It was nice and floppy which meant it was good for beating people over the head. Not that she expected to need it in that respect but oh well. "Think there's a fun house around here somewhere?"
"It is a carnival. Wouldn't be complete without a fun house now would it?" he smiled. "Now... let's see if we can find it." Her hands were wound around that shark, so he couldn't reach out to take one. So instead, he slipped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her against him. "So, what's going on in that pretty little head of yours now?"
"That's the hard part... There's so many people and so much is going on..." She scrunched up her nose, glad she had taken those pills or else she would be dying right now. Without them, she'd be curled up in a ball, screaming probably. She wasn't sure having never been in that particular situation. Dorcas leaned against him with a pleased sort of sigh, preferring this a little over just holding hands. "Oh... How I just like walking with you even if we're not doing anything."
"You like just walking?" he questioned with a little smile. "That's good. If you like just walking, then I guess everything else is just up there on the scale of awesomeness." Evan said.
"I think that would entirely depend on what we were doing... You start listing things and I will give you their placement on the scale whether above or below walking with you." Dorcas thought this might be a good way for them to get to know each other better. But maybe that was just her.
Evan grinned a little and nodded. "Alright..." he said. "Holding my hand." he stated first. A nifty little game to see what she liked more and what she liked less. It was an interesting way to find things out about her.
"Oh that's definitely up there with the walking. Just a smidgen above it, really. Good in combination." Perhaps a little too detailed of an answer for just hand holding.
"Alright then. What about when I kiss you like this." he said, pausing their walking to press his lips lightly against her neck and up to her ear. "Better than walking and holding hands?"
Dorcas blushed faintly, "I said list things. Not give me examples." Not that she actually minded though she purposely avoided meeting anyone's eyes in case they were staring. "But yes, better than walking and holding hands."
"Well how are you supposed to know which type of kissing I mean if I don't give you some examples?" Evan asked her. "Okay, what about when I kiss your mouth?" he asked. "Not tongue kissing, just regular, light little kisses?"
She laughed a little at his arguing. Whatever, she wasn't going to fall for that particular tricksy Hobbit trick. "Oh definitely above hands but slightly below kissing on the neck... Unless you add tongue in which case it goes up."
"What about pressing?" Evan asked. "Like the pressing against each other we were doing before." he clarified. That was on the top of his list thus far. He was sure only a couple of things could top that.
"Very high on the awesomeness scale... Especially when you're as turned on as you were this morning." Dorcas bit her bottom lip and very pointedly did not look up at Evan like it was just an idle remark despite it being partially whispered.
"Did you like what you felt?" he questioned, glancing down at the girl, though she wasn't facing him. Evan wasn't sure what she was thinking about his little... uprising that morning.
She snorted softly and rolled her eyes to look up at him, "I thought I told you I did already..." After all, that little disclosure of 'alone time' had to be proof enough, didn't it? ... Right?
"Guess so." he said. "Maybe I just like to hear it." Evan told her. "Do you want to feel more than that?" he asked.
"Because you need the ego boost," she teased, rolling her eyes. He really didn't have that much of an ego. Dorcas both liked and disliked the next question. Disliked because it made her skin flush, liked because of the images floating through her head. Again. "Yes," she answered slowly.
"Like what?" Evan asked. "What are the little ideas that you got floating around your brain?" He was both curious, mostly to see what she liked and didn't like, and incredibly interested in just hearing the words come from her mouth.
Dorcas looked up at him wide-eyed and surprised. She floundered for a moment, stuttering incoherently. Finally she managed, "No. Not now, not here, not when I can't even managed to think about that question..." She pinched the bridge of her nose which meant the goldfish and bag was right in her face. Surprise! Fish.
"Guess you'll just have to tell me on the way back to your place then." he said. "Because I know you're gonna have to change and get all cute and bar-ified and what not." Evan said with a little grin. "But you gotta promise that you'll tell me."
"No way. I'm not promising anything. If you try to make me, I'll sic Elizabeth on you and we'll see what she smashes this time." She stuck her tongue out at Evan, smirking.
"That would just hurt you and you know it. Keep smashing my fingers and... anything else for that matter. See how much pleasure you can get from a guy with no fingers and a smooshed cock." Evan said.
"You have a mouth don't you?" She answered without even realizing the words were pouring out of her. When she did realize it, she palmed her face, turning beet red. Oh holy crap what the Hell had she just done?
Evan couldn't help but grin a little at that. "If you think I'm good at kissing, just you wait til I get my mouth on other things." he whispered, bending down enough to press his lips against her ear. "Still wanna do the fun house before heading home?" he smiled.
Alright. Enough was enough and she reached up to bop him on the head with the plush shark - which of course meant that it wouldn't hurt at all. It was more a warning. "That depends on what time it is. And not on anything else."
Evan made a pouty face at the little bop on his head. Even if it didn't hurt in the slightest. "Yeah yeah, whatever." he said, finally spotting said fun house. "Well, there's the fun house, so lets leave this conversation and go over there."
"Oh, don't sound so bloody disappointed," she rolled her eyes as they started for the fun house. Really, it was just silly... She had wanted to do a public date for a reason - not to just run off to one of their houses to bang like bunnies.
"I'm not disappointed." he told her. "I'm trying to get my brain to stop focusing on what it'd be like so I don't end up going through this funhouse with a boner." Evan told her. "Now, out of that conversation and into a new one." he smiled.
"But that would make for such interesting reflections in the House of Mirrors part..." She giggled and made her way to get in line. Apparently it was a popular attraction. Just like the bumper cars which she was so tempted to call next on but she wasn't sure Floyd the Goldfish could take it.
Evan and Dorcas had to stand in line for a bit, but they finally reached the head of the line. Taking her free hand, he lead her into the entrance. "I bet I'm going to have to duck through this whole damn thing. Curse my tall genes."
"Well then don't go," Only they were already in and in a Plexiglas maze which meant all the walls were pretty much invisible. "Oh shit," she laughed and started forward, trying to figure out which way was the right way.
"Too late to turn back now, Pretty." he said, ducking his head to get through the low ceiling room. "I feel like I just got lost in a Hobbit's house or something. Now I know how that tall wizard guy felt in The Lord of The Rings." Evan joked.
"Gandalf," she corrected, sounding exasperated. Honestly, how could he not get the name at least? Sir Ian would be so sad. But instead of arguing it, she just hummed a song to herself and worked carefully through the maze... Except she kept walking into dead ends. She was not good at mazes when she couldn't see the walls.
Evan chuckled. "You're gonna knock yourself out if you keep doing that, baby." he said. "Feel the walls first." he instructed, putting his own hand out in front of them to lead them through the maze.
"I hate this part," she whimpered a little, using her feet to kick at the walls instead of feeling with her hands. Mostly she was taking her frustration out on the Plexiglas things. Eventually she was going to screw up and hurt herself but oh well! "Maybe I should just hold on to a belt loop and let you lead."
"If you wanna." Evan said, but he took her hand instead and lead her through the maze, feeling for the correct path. Finally they emerged on the opposite end and thankfully into a bit taller room. "Out. Thank god."
She was very glad to let Evan lead the way out of the maze. This was just ridiculous. Finally, they were into a more open space and she sighed a little. Dorcas was not claustrophobic but in there, it felt like she was. "On we forge," and she started across a bridge... That was swaying and emitting random blasts of air. "When do we get to the fun part?" she asked as she clung to the rail to keep from falling over.
"When we get back to my place." Evan teased. "You know, I feel pretty sorry for that fish. He's being all bounced around, taken through mazes. The poor thing's gonna be dead before you even get the chance to give it to Erin."
Dorcas looked horror struck, "Oh my God, it totally is. I'm going to end up stunning it to death. What the Hell is wrong with me?" She really was suddenly very worried about the stupid goldfish even if she could just go win another one.
"Chill." he told her. "We'll be out of here soon enough and we'll figure out something to do with the fish. How long do you need at your place to change?" he asked, now that he was thinking about that too. "We have to leave here in enough time for you to change and us to be at Heme at ten because you still got work in the morning." Evan said.
As they left the wobbly bridge of fucking doom, they were officially in the funky mirrors room. Thank God - a nice steady area and not a tripped out maze. "Um, I can probably do my hair in the car. Maybe fifteen minutes? Possibly less." It really depended on how much Elizabeth bothered her. She paused in front of a mirror that made her taller, "...I wish."
"Wish what?" he questioned. "That you were taller?" Evan stood behind the girl at the same mirror. "Oh god, I don't like that one." he said, shaking his head and moving away from said mirror to the next one that made him look short and fat.
"Definitely taller. Not as tall as this... I don't want to be a bloody giraffe," she shook her head and moved on to be next to him in the short and fat. Then let out a shrill cry of protest, "Oh my God..." Quickly she moved on to the next which turned her into some kind of weird... blobby thing. Her middle was a blob while her feet and head were normal. But if she moved in closer, the waves in it just distorted another feature. "I look like something out of Silent Hill..."
Evan moved to look at the mirror that Dorcas was standing in front of. He arched a brow and looked back at the girl. "I think you look better in real life than in that mirror." he nodded. "No Silent Hill monster girl for me."
"Thank goodness for that... If I really looked like that, I might jump off a bloody bridge," she scrunched her nose and started to move on. These mirrors were not really appealing to her limited vanity very much.
"One more thing to go through..." Evan said, looking up at the exit. A large circular tube that spun. "How the hell do you plan on me walking through that." he questioned.
"Magic?" And Dorcas started forward into the spinning tube. Oh God this was awful. It was making her dizzy but she stumbled along, praying that she wasn't going to fall over the rails. There were plenty of safety features though. "Don't be a wuss, Evan!" she teased.
Evan sighed and hunched down just to fit in the short tube. Somehow he made it through without busting his ass. He did stumble a couple of times and probably looked like a human slinky in that hell hole, but he made it through and shook his head once he had. "Remind me why I let you decide what we're doing." he said teasingly.
"Because you want in my pants," she answered honestly but with a laugh. Dorcas had to lean against the exit wall because her brain was still spinning along with the tube. "Alright, you decide what's next then."
He couldn't resist playing a bit with that statement. Coming up behind her, Evan slipped his hands into her back pockets. "Well then, now I am in your pants. Goal acheived. I can die happy now."
Snickering, she started forward, walking slowly and a little awkwardly so he could stay just where he is because it really was kind of funny. "You still haven't decided what's next unless you're really planning your death."
"Planning my death, baby." he smiled, leaning a bit so he could kiss her neck from behind. "Or other things. Not sure which one quite yet." Evan teased. He straightened and slipped his hands from her pockets again and shrugged. "Well, we have to do something that isn't going to upset poor fishy-guy there anymore than he is already."
"You would make the strangest ghost... I'd have to worry about you peeking into my shower all the time," she shivered a little, mostly from the kiss on her neck. "How do you not upset a goldfish unless you ride a kiddie roller coaster. Even the proper circus clowns would probably stress out Floyd."
"I don't think I'll fit in a kiddie roller coaster." Evan said. He was practically certain that he wouldn't. "And I would not peek into any shower. I'd just... stand in it and wait for you to go about your bathing rituals."
"I can see the dead," she said in a low voice so no one would overhear as they walked, "you can't exactly hide and if I had some dead guy, even if it were you leering at me in my shower... Yeah, I'd just go dirty hippie." Surely that was understandable. It'd be kind of like him having an embalmed body leaning against a wall in his shower. Ew.
"Aww. What about if I climb in your shower alive?" he smiled, slipping his arm over her shoulder again. "Would you still be all dirty until I decided to leave your shower be, or would you brave my eyes watching you?" Evan teased.
Dorcas seriously thought about that for a moment... A guy in her shower? Well, Evan in her shower. Oh God that was good imagery. He made for very hot mental images. "Maybe... I might switch it up to a bath then. A bubble bath."
"You wanna take a bubble bath with me?" Evan grinned, obviously pleased with said revelation. "I have the feeling you'd probably like... squeal or something if I were to take you up on that offer. Though I'm really not sure if that'd be a good squeal or a bad one."
"Oh no no, I never said you'd be in the bath," she smirked up at him, that evil look taking root again, "Maybe I'd just make you watch. Look but no touching." She wasn't even going to go into what her squealings defined because she honestly had no idea.
Evan bit his bottom lip and grinned again. "I think I wouldn't mind watching so much." he said. "So long as I get to watch the whole undressing part along with the bathing part and... we should seriously just like... take the fish home." he smiled. Yes, fish needed to go home. That was a good excuse right?
Dorcas thought for a moment then merely offered, "Mmmaybe." No definite answers for him on that topic. He was just going to have to find out through eventual experience. Or just think about it in his own mind. "You just want to try and watch me undress... Although the fish could due with a change of water likely." The sad part was that Dorcas was entirely serious.
"Well, what do you expect?" Evan questioned. "You're gorgeous with clothes on... without? Well without can only be better." he smiled. "And yes. The fish could use some more water. Better water. Clean non carnival water."
"Alright... Let's go and get the fish a change of water. But you're not going to see me without my clothes. You can get over that right now," at least not yet anyway. They had places to be and people to see. All that good stuff.
"Fine." he said dramatically, though it was clear he was teasing. Evan pulled her a bit closer and kissed the top of her head. "So um... did we ever decide whether or not we're officially official?" he questioned. "We've talked about it and then we always end up on another topic before we really say yes or no."
She just smiled up at him and his teasing. He was so cute and silly sometimes, especially when getting knocked down. "Well... I wouldn't mind saying we are. I guess it's just up to you. Am I girlfriend material?" That was a loaded question if there ever was one as the trek back to the car began. Although she had no clue which way the parking lot was from where they were.
At least Evan remembered where he'd parked the car. He headed off in that direction. "I'm going to answer that question, and I'm going to answer it all the way before you get mad. I'd say yes and no." he told her. "No, but for other guys, I'd think. You're not the kind of girl that most guys go for as 'girlfriend material', but for me, yeah. I like you. You're sweet, you stuck around for more than five seconds, you're gorgeous and funny... so yeah, for me, you are girlfriend material."
Her eyes went a little wide when he said yes and no but did not say anything as apparently he was going to explain. Good and preemptive. Her surprise turned into a frown for the 'other guys' part. So basically if Evan ever stopped being interested in her, she was fucked. It just sort of confirmed that she was a complete freak... Great. "Well then... I guess I'm going to have to do my absolute best to keep you around." She'd tried to sound like she was kidding but it didn't work.
Evan sighed. "That came out all wrong and I knew it would." he muttered, shaking his head a little. "I meant for stupid fuckers that wear Abercrombie and Fitch and drive BMW's. Guys that aren't worth your time in the first place."
"Oh, those ones... Right. The ones I don't even like anyhow. Who honestly needs tiny alligators on their shirts anyhow?" She was trying to make it a joke but she still felt kind of bad. It wasn't his fault. She just had low self-esteem. Change the topic. Think about something else, "So... does that mean you'll be introducing me as your girlfriend now?"
He was a bit surprised she'd even want to date him after the stupidness he'd just been saying. Evan shrugged a little. "If you'll let me. I seem to keep making an ass out of myself in front of you. Might as well at least get the title." he said, a tiny little smile brushing across his lips. "I didn't mean it like it sounded... really. Okay?"
"Oh no, sweetie... I know you didn't mean anything by it. We're fumblers. We fumble with words. I just... have low self-esteem anyhow," Dorcas smiled up at him as happily as she could manage, "but you make me feel good about being a freak. Usually." She was teasing him just a little though it wasn't really the best timing.
"You're not a freak." he told her, finally reaching his car and pulling her door open for her. "At least not in any bad way. And if you are a freak at all, you're the sexiest freak I've ever met." Evan smiled.
"That's one opinion," she muttered and climbed into the car once again, pulling the seatbelt into place. There were a lot of other opinions she had that kind of overrode his.
"Well my opinion is the only one that matters." he said when he sank down in his own seat. "After all, I'm your boyfriend. I'm the one that counts." Evan grinned.
She seriously thought about that for a moment then nodded, "You're absolutely right." Even if that did make her feel a little cold on the inside just because of how true it was. "Your opinion is the best opinion.
"Glad we can be together on that thought." he smiled. "So... time for you to change and stuff so we can head out to Heme then? And we gotta change fishy's water so he doesn't have to breathe yuck carnival water anymore." Evan grinned.
"Yes to all of that. Put the pedal to the metal or my shark might get hungry," And she brandished the shark at him again. "Hm, shark needs a name." The fish had been easy to name. But what did you name a shark besides Jaws?
"You're going to name the shark?" Evan asked as he started his car and found his way out of the parking area. "You're a goof."
Pouting, she crossed her arms in front of her, holding Floyd the fish on her lap and hugging the plushie shark, "Well fine then. I won't name it after you, keep it in my bed and be able to tell people I'm constantly 'sleeping with Evan' even if it's just a plush shark."
"Why sleep with a pretend Evan when you can sleep with the real one?" Evan asked with a little wink given to the girl. "You know I won't object to any sleeping you might want to do with me."
"Yeah but if I sleep in my bed, you can't be there unless I purposely leave Elizabeth at the shop. And then she'll get pissy at me," like she wasn't already. Dorcas pinched the bridge of her nose, slightly annoyed by the thought.
"Well then, you can sleep in my bed more often." Evan smiled. "Then you can leave her at home and she can get over it. Only she won't, but she'll be more pissed at me than you I'm sure."
"You don't have to listen to her," she groaned and leaned over the best she could strapped in to put her head on his shoulder. Yeah, yeah. He was driving. She didn't care at the moment.
"Hard not to listen to her when she's smashing my fingers in cabinets. Maybe she's bored and just wants someone to pay attention to her. I think it'd suck being a ghost and having no one want to listen ya know?" Evan said.
"You got an action. Not incessant chatter. It's like she refuses to realize that she's in 2009 now. And she's constantly trying to be my mother. I don't need a mother," She never had. Great Grandma Ruth had been enough. "I know it's got to be hard to adjust but... I don't know. I just don't."
"I'm sorry." he said, lifting his arm to put it around Dorcas's shoulder. "Well, you've always got a place to stay if you just need to get away." he told the girl. "You need to get away and sleep or just... be by yourself, you can come to my place." Evan said.
She closed her eyes like she would fall asleep right there in the car on the way to changing, "You're too good to me, Ev. What did I do to deserve someone so nice?" Actually, she kind of wanted an answer but he wasn't the one who could provide it.
"I dunno." Evan teased, bending his head to kiss the top of her head and then focusing again on the road. "Whatever you did, you did it and that's all that matters. Don't think too much on it. You'll drive yourself crazy." he smiled. "And we got a party to go to." They could think about everything else later, right now it was time to have fun.