ookawa (ookawa) wrote in nearside_rpg, @ 2009-12-18 16:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: mateo estevan ii, character: river kobayashi, location: candi's creme confections, player: mhia, player: trey, status: complete |
Who: River and Mateo II
When: Friday, December 18th, just after Noon
Where: Candi's Bakery
Rating: PG-13
Summary: River makes an inappropriate request
Warnings: Language, sexual themes (? It's River, so there should be)
River was not a morning person, hadn't been for many years. There was nothing worth waking up for in the morning, not when she woke to a pounding head, aching body and more nausea than a pregnant woman. Even if River woke before noon, she generally did not crawl out of bed for at least half an hour. At least, not unless a trip to the restroom was required. She spent that time cataloging her aches and pains, making sure that there was nothing out of ordinary. There had been a few times that she had done herself a grievous injury in the night, a pain that was muffled by the alcohol and exhaustion. There were a few times that someone had done a grievous injury to her.
But today was not a normal day, because she woke up annoyingly clearheaded and mostly pain free. She almost did not know what to do with herself, and that was never a good sign. After going through an abbreviated version of what passed for her morning routine, she found the day stretching before her with nothing scheduled. Dressed in whatever she had found that she thought was clean, if noticably rumpled, River poked around the kitchen. "Old Mother Hubbard," River grumbled as she poked around the bare cubboards. What kind of roommate had she picked up this time? Still talking to herself, she mused, "How did that rhyme go? 'She went to the baker's, to buy some bread . . . '" River trailed off as she stopped at the door, thinking that perhaps that was a good idea. She was out the door before she had even properly finished putting on her shoes.
She was new to the town, but it was not hard to track down a bakery. Calling out to the tall man behind the bakery counter, she said, "Hey! I need a bone!" She laughed at her own esoteric joke before taking a closer look at the fellow. Not too bad looking, if even a bit tall for her tastes. But she knew what they said about tall guys, after all - proportionate. She idly wondered what his dreads would feel like against her skin as she leaned her hip against the counter. Drawing closer to him so that only he could hear her next statement, she added, "Or a boner."