Krista Landry ❤ Annie Cresta (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} poormadgirl) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} thereincarnates, |
"Okay, Irv." Krista didn't miss the face he made when he said his full name, giggling a little under her breath as if he'd just done the funniest thing in the world. He clearly didn't think much of his full name, though Krista didn't find it all that bad. Maybe that was because she didn't have to live with it every day, and she didn't mind her own name. Krista was a little unusual, she knew that, she'd never met any other girls named Krista. She also hadn't met many other girls, period. She'd never met someone with the name 'Irving' either, but she liked it. "For what it's worth, I think both names are very nice."
Krista didn't know what she expected when she shook his hand, if she expected it to be as wet as the rest of him, or cold and clammy because of it, but it felt like a normal hand. Maybe not as warm as her own, but it was still a hand. She couldn't exactly go comparing everyone else's hands in the room, that would be a little strange. Even stranger than her usual behavior, but Krista still found herself briefly distracted by thoughts of what other people's hands must feel like. Every hand was different in size, shape, and texture. His were smooth, so he must not do any manual labor. They weren't rough and callused like Garrett's.
She took a small sip of the drink she'd been handed with tiny bubbles floating at the top, the sweetness of the champagne and the bubbles hitting the back of her throat almost instantly, which she hadn't expected. Krista never had champagne before, but she knew what it was. Her step-mother got drunk on wine a lot after dinner but on special occasions they had champagne, that she and Garrett were never allowed, of course. They weren't allowed wine either, and never permitted to eat with their step-family, but that was fine. Krista preferred eating with Garrett anyway, and she didn't like the way wine smelled. Too syrup-y.
Champagne didn't taste or smell like syrup at all. Krista thought it smelled a little like flowers after a soft rain, and it tasted like how she imagined gold might taste, if it were edible. Maybe that was a stupid thought, but Krista very much liked the way this champagne tasted. It even burned a little going down her throat, but she didn't mind. It was a pleasant sort of burning, which sounded strange, but it was the only way she could describe it to herself. It didn't hurt, which is why it wasn't a terrible kind of burning. Is this why everyone only saved it for special occasions? It seemed far too special to drink all the time, then it might lose some of its sweet, bubbly charm.
At his offer, Krista swallowed down the remaining champagne, like she hadn't been sure what to do with the sweet, burning liquid in the back of her throat. She might miss the ocean, but visiting a lake sounded just as lovely to her. She wondered if it was the lake he'd fallen in earlier, and if so, was it dangerous? Probably not, if he was suggesting that she see it. Nothing about Irv suggested that he was at all sinister. He seemed very friendly, and maybe she wouldn't mind falling in the lake, if it was as nice as she imagined it was. "I'd like that." Krista smiled widely and nodded, a peculiar feeling in her chest like it was suddenly very important that she see this lake he mentioned.