Zack Shield (unluckyniceguy) wrote in ritesofpassage, @ 2011-08-13 01:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | rylee nox, zack shield |
Who: Rylee and Zack
What: the artsy pottery kindle barn
Where: Rylee's apartment to start
When: Saturday 3pm
Rating: PG (Language at least)
Status: Incomplete
So they'd agreed to go do the pottery thing today. As of last night. A full weekend off was a chance occurrence for Zack and he wasn't about to spend it cooped up at home. No, enough hermiting had been done all ready and even though strange memories plagued him still, an eerie feeling of the zombie apocalypse not really being gone. Zack had begun to wonder if the feeling that this, reality as it would seem, was really the fake and maybe this was where you went when you died. Some strange variation on what you had done all your life. Which admittedly, if that were the case, Zack was mostly all right with it. While he had really hoped his luck would stop sucking in his after life, he was pretty okay with the rest of it. Though maybe a few more days off each month wouldn't hurt. Eh, maybe he could talk his boss into it. Work had really started eating his life away recently.
He'd ask his boss, see what could be done. Today though, he was off to spend time with Rylee. Admittedly, he'd never much imagined him self enjoying spending time with a girl like her... A woman like her, however, most of his life had been spent chasing after what society told him was a trophy wife even though Zack had honestly never found him self fully attracted to the trophy wife type. They were too... Fragile. Too high maintenance, too bitchy, too money hungry and too materialistic for his tastes. He'd much rather have a chick who'd help him re-cement his drive way and willing pound nails into walls with him when his house, small as it may be, needed repairing.
That was then though and this was now and now he was going on a date which a chick whose mouth was probably just as bad as half his guy friends and openly admitted she could probably kick his ass. She wouldn't mind thwacking nails into the wall. At least, he was pretty certain Rylee wouldn't. Or, ya know, she could just animate the hammer to do it for her.
Either way, he'd gotten dressed in a casual attire, jeans and a t-shirt, and made his way over to her place. If they were doing pottery jeans and a t-shirt seemed appropriate. It could get messy right? At least, that was his perception of it. If Rylee threw a fit he'd tell her just the way he saw it and she'd probably chill out. Not that he imagined she would throw a fit, but still. Back up plans were good. Gotta keep your game up.
Finding him self finally in front of the door to her apartment he knocked and waited for her to come open the door.