WHO: Summer Adams and Neal Cassidy (a.k.a. Baelfire, a.k.a. Taurus) WHEN: Saturday evening WHERE: Summer's house; 37 Archibald Street WHAT: Rumchata and life stories RATING: TBD STATUS: Closed | In Progress
WHEN WE GET TIRED OF DANCING AND THINGS START GETTING SLOW WELL THAT'S THE REAL BEST PART OF THE EVENING TO TURN THE LIGHTS DOWN LOW SO BABY, BABY COME ON OVER TO MY PLACE
Summer had been having an interesting week, that was for sure. At least life in suburbia hadn't exactly been dull, so far. And she owned her own freaking house. How cool was that?
Still, none of that meant that much without people to talk to. She'd made a few friends since arriving here - there was Erol, of course, but she wasn't sure that counted, although Kaya definitely did - and she had been enjoying talking to people online, but that didn't make up for human company. Summer was a sociable creature. Perhaps it was park of her wolf instinct to surround herself with "pack" but she knew for certain that she got blue if she had to spend long periods of time on her own. That was why she was glad that she'd talked Taurus into coming over - that and the fact that she was seriously craving alcohol. Rum wasn't her drink of choice, especially not that creamy stuff, but she'd fucking well deal with it if it meant getting a drink. Her libido was all over the place and her senses were going haywire. She hadn't realised how much she relied on alcohol to calm herself down and make herself behave halfway normally until, suddenly, she hadn't been able to get her hands on any. She didn't even have her dad's handy stash to turn to when the bartenders and shopkeepers turned her down. If Taurus was going to bring alcohol, of any kind, he was more than welcome in her house.
Although she was also looking forward to hearing his story too. If she was honest, that was probably the main thing that had prompted her into inviting him over. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was more he wasn't telling her and, although her werewolf lie-detector didn't exactly work over the internet, she still thought she was generally a pretty good judge of character. She didn't think he was "stodgy", that was for sure.
Summer flopped back on the couch, flicking through the channels on the television as she killed time, waiting for her guest. Eventually, though, she came to rest on a music channel which didn't look shit and she tossed the remote away to the other end of the couch.