riley casteling is angrboða, not happyboða (griefbringer) wrote in monte_rpg, @ 2012-07-18 17:48:00 |
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Current mood: | annoyed |
Current music: | Maroon 5 - Makes Me Wonder |
Entry tags: | [event], agamemnon, angrboða, ares, cain, halphas, heimdallr, iris, judas iscariot |
thirty-eight.
[The past week really hadn't been going well for Riley. Thanks to the overwhelming feeling that she'd upset Jon by staying over Aimon and Jake's and the resulting text message torrent, she was doing her best to keep herself from doing anything else stupid. This was why, upon being so rudely awoken by Jake after crashing in his bed the night before, Riley had chosen to grab her shit and leave. It was either that or having a potentially uncomfortable discussion with Jake about the dream she'd mentioned to Aimon the day before, and she wasn't feeling up to talking about that. Especially not while Jake was trying to hide a raging hard-on under a pillow.
Much as she tried to fight it, throughout the day whenever she let her mind wander she could remember the feeling of his arm around her as she settled back, her panty-clad backside wriggling just so until she was snug against him. Spending the majority of her work shift wishing she could bleach her brain, one thing became clear -- she couldn't be alone with Jake, especially not if there was alcohol involved. Thankfully, the chances of her and Jake being alone together and feeling up to discussing what happened were equal parts slim and none. Now she just had to hope that nobody else (other than Aimon) found out about it.]
I'll be running another MMA tutorial tomorrow afternoon, 2:30pm, this time on grappling and knee strikes. These classes are open to anyone, and so long as you don't blow the room off the Sports Center with any fucking fireworks we'll be cool.
Also, I signed up for the Run For your Lives Zombie 5K taking place in Portland on August 4th. If anyone wants in let me know and we can go as a group.
[Text: Jake]
I think it's best to never speak of what happened. Which was nothing. But still.
[Text: Jon]
If I admit that I miss you and I'm being a tard will you not hold it over my head?
[sent a few minutes later]
I wanna go on a road trip. There's hot springs out in Colorado Springs, we should go.