Who: Columbus and Brittany When: The day after the underwear talk. Where: In the Dance Room. What: Meeting, giving into urges Rating: Possibly PG-13 or R
Columbus had been wondering exactly what had been going on for the last couple of hours. If it wasn't happening to him, then the thought would have been dismissed from his mind shortly after. Well, if someone else threw themselves at him, then that subject would have been shoved back to the front of his thoughts. He couldn't explain what came over him, nor what he had done over at Rachel's cabin, but it wasn't a way that he conducted himself really on a daily basis. Truth be told, Columbus was rather shy around women, especially those cheerleading overly attractive type of girls. He didn't know what to say to them, on the chance that he was trying to sound smooth or intellegent. The little small talk that he had with them were really just that. Short and sweet, but with the sexual urges taking their course and pushing everyone to their limits the repertoire of his speeches seemed to last longer.
In all fairness, Columbus had a better chance in Zombieland with a chomping zombie's mouth aimed directly upon his throat then anything else that could creep up on him in the resort. It didn't help that already admitted to himself he liked his newly, forced upon him place of living. At least, there wasn't a zombie knocking at his door or jumping out from behind an object in the next room. Hell, he didn't even have to deal with clowns there either. Those things gave him the shivers. That was obvious. He was sure of it.
Throughout the hours, he had wanted to stay in his room away from everyone. Heck, staying down in the basement with Little Rock seemed like a good option as well. However, the urges seemed to not allow such a thing to occur. It also didn't help that he pictured Little Rock taughting him about how much he wasn't a man. There was only so much teasing that he could take from his newly found family that were there with him. Tallahassee was enough in that department. Wichita even stayed firmly within his mind as well. There had been something going on with Rachel, which he was rather unsure what exactly, but the one marriageable girl that he found in Zombieland was firmly within his thoughts. She really wasn't an easy person to rid from his thoughts, even with the random encounters that he had on a random walk that afternoon.
Really, he could hardly contain any action that he had on the simple hiking trail to even try and accomplish the job that he was assigned. Everything seemed to go well until Columbus had decided to lick a female customer's neck. While it did seem that she enjoyed it to some extent, he was highly embarassed about his outward actions. It was good thing that he didn't bite the woman's neck. That would have either turned her on slightly more or make him out to be a zombie. It was close enough to the actual base of the head to even have such thoughts.
Turning tail and heading back down the trail rather quickly and on his own, Columbus had turned the knob to the nearest building that he could find and peeked his head within. As rule number twenty-two ran through his head (when in doubt, know your way out), it didn't seem as though anyone was beyond the door. The lights were on and that simply seemed enough for the most part. Slipping within, he had closed the door behind him by the weight of his back. He slowly allowed himself to slide completely to the ground to sit on his behind, before letting out a deep breath of air, which felt as though he forgot how to breathe completely. Hopefully, all the commotion would end soon and everything return to normal, because the entire ordeal had made him increasingly uncomfortable. With a slight sound of music coming directly across from him, he noticed rather quickly that he was within the dance area.