┬─┬ ノ( ゜-゜ノ) (breviate) wrote in thedept, @ 2013-08-31 20:13:00 |
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Evelyn walks into the booth unsteadily, looking like he's leading someone in and he's making sure that they're okay (constantly). He settles into a seat, looking incredibly giddy. It's obvious he'd been drinking due to how red his face is. E: Er--well. This isn't what I thought of. He glances around. Oh! We can turn it off. Right? He fiddles with the desk a little and he seems satisfied that the camera is turned off. Perhaps the red light showing that it's recording has malfunctioned. MAYBE it's the producers being tricky bastards, who knows. There. He turns back to Autumn, smiling shyly. E: Um. So. Are you having a nice night? Autumn has plopped herself into the seat next to Evelyn and is sitting with one leg tucked under her. Her hair is slightly disheveled - Evelyn isn’t the only one who’s drunk. She spends a few moments trying to get comfortable before answering his question. A: Yeah, I am. And thank you for turning that thing off! It almost makes these booths an alright place to be. Giggling, she pushes a few wayward strands of hair off of her forehead. A: Someone very bright would fail a sobriety test right now. Evelyn looks slightly dazed for a moment and actually tries to brush the hair away from Autumn's face as well. It looks a bit like he is dabbing at her forehead. Smooth move. He drops his hand as if he'd just been burnt and ducks his head slightly, smiling shyly at Autumn. E: Thanks for coming with me. I mean, for like, a quieter space. Er--yeah. He tugs at his bow tie, trying to loosen it a little but it's clearly knotted too well. Evelyn settles for another nervous smile. E: I'm not sure if I--well. No. I don't know. He mumbles a little and turns an even brighter red. Realising that he's mumbling, he straightens up and tries again. He turns, angling himself so he and Autumn were sitting face to face. Um. I don't know if you've been--um, you've probably not at all been thinking about it. But I wanted to be honest. He clears his throat, again pulling at his collar. E: We're friends, right? He smiles reassuringly and then pauses to bite his lip as doubt creeps back into his features again. E: Look--you're--no. I mean! He shuts his mouth and closes his eyes for a second. Regroup. Regroup. You're one of my closest friends, even after, you know. We broke up. Ages ago--we're still great friends and... Evelyn hesitates. I know it's crazy because it's been so long but I... still feel the same way about you, Autumn. Er--I mean, like more than as a friend. His brow crinkles, as if he's trying to think of how to word this a little bit better. Like, I want to be with you. Again. Another pause. E: With making out and stuff? A: Evelyn. Ev. She puts a hand on his shoulder because that’s supposed to make people feel better, isn’t it? A: You are actually getting more attractive every day. She pauses for dramatic effect, or to think of a simile Like fine wine. A smile creeps to her face because wine is really funny at the moment. Like so much more than when we were in school. But you also have the glow right now. And I don’t want to drunk make out. Well maybe a little. Her speech is getting faster as it goes on. I kind of want to but it’s never a good idea to do anything important when you’re drunk and I can’t make an Important Life Decision right now. It is amazing that I have the wherewithal... to use the word wherewithal right now. I can’t - Without any warning at all, she sort of falls face-first into his shoulder, fully intending to hide her face his his armpit region. A: I AM JUST GOING TO REGRET IT IN THE MORNING EVEN IF I WANT TO A LITTLE AND I DO NOT DO REGRET EVELYN. TOO INEBRIATED. Evelyn starts blushing furiously as Autumn kept talking. He let out a self-conscious stream of giggles as she compared him to wine. Evelyn never understood wine, so he took her word for it that the older the wine, the gooder it is. He perks up a little at Autumn's admission that she would like to drunk makeout but nodded vigorously when he realised that yes, that would a terrible terrible (but kinda good) idea. E: It's oka-- His speech is cut off when she falls face-first on his shoulder. Evelyn pats her awkwardly on the back. E: It's--okay. We can try again when we're sober. A pause. Evelyn looks like he's concentrating very hard on something. And then-- I can't even feel my face right now so... She pokes her head up to peck him on the cheek and ends up kissing him on the mouth after Evelyn shifted his head, before ducking back down to snuggle - read: burrow - into his shoulder. This time, her head is turned to the side a bit so that her speech isn’t completely unintelligible at normal volume. A: Being drunk and confused and wanting you is the WORST. After a two-second beat, she hiccups. I shouldn’t even be telling you this. At all. Let’s pretend I didn’t. Evelyn looks completely shell-shocked that he (accidentally) got kissed on the face. On the mouthal region. He looks about ready to hyperventilate and for some reason, it just makes him looks like he's about to puke. Not a good look, guys. E: But I want to remember it. He shifts them a little so his arm is slung slightly more comfortably around Autumn's waist. I still really like you. Like, a lot a lot. Is it that crazy? It's a bit crazy. I'm sorry. A: S’not crazy. Really bloody unexpected, but not… crazy. Ev, you aren’t going to remember this. I’m not going to remember. I can’t remember what I had to drink a lot tonight. But I don’t want to - you’re so sweet and kind and good - I don’t want to - none of this was supposed to happen tonight - I don’t want to ruin it. But we won’t remember, probably. She is alternating beween sad!voice and perkedup!voice, interrupting herself, all the while shifting to be more comfortable in her snuggle place. For comfort reasons, she rests her free hand, the one that isn’t squished into his side, on his chest - which is bizarre, considering that they’re just supposed to be friends who are not kissing or doing anything physical. A: I don’t not like you. Stop apologizing. Evelyn looks sadder and sadder as Autumn spoke, bordering on obscenely glum puppy. His face turns even redder as her hands rests on his chest and he makes no move to extricate himself from the situation. E: Sorry. Er--sorry for saying sorry. An awkward pause. I'm not sorry? He reaches up to push the hair away from Autumn's face again, getting mildly distracted with how soft it is. This is obvious to the camera because he actually takes a moment to pick up a strand of her hair and stare at it, looking puzzled. E: We should--probably. Maybe one day talk about it though. |