Jack and Rae (hotblooded) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-02-18 17:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | fox, rae |
April 5th 2008 | Saturday
Who:Fox and Rae
When: early morning
Where: kitchen
What: Rae takes Fox to get inked!
After showering and talking to Astrid, Rae felt much better. Astrid wasn't pissed at her, her hangover was slowly going away, and she was clean. Last night's events replayed here and there, but she managed to push them to a mental back burner and resolved to just.. forget it. Or laugh about it. Possibly both.
She was dressed in a cute little outfit, with a tee shirt over the tutu that had been ripped, cut, and resewn to look like a corset in the back. Rae had installed grommets and hot pink ribbon, and she looked like a very awesome accidental sewer. She wore hot pink and purple eyeshadow, with her usual liner, and felt... awkward. She hid it well though. The makeup, hair, and knee-high Chuck Taylors hid it well, but she was hoping things wouldn't be awkward.
Sucking in a breath and taking a 'plunge,' as it were, she snatched a sheet of paper off her dresser and went to find Fox.
Fox had slept in a bit, after a burning and exhausting run from the night before. He was still having trouble putting the image of Keagan and Rae together out of his mind. What frustrated him the most, was he couldn't understand why or what about it bothered him. After a screaming hot shower and getting dressed, he went downstairs to the kitchen to find something to eat. It was the end of the week, and they were running out of food. Surely he'd be able to find something for breakfast though?
After scrouging through the refrigerator, he found someone's leftovers from a couple nights ago. Lo mein? Hmm, there wasn't enough there to make a full breakfast, so he ducked his head back in and grabbed a couple slices of pizza too. Lo mein and pizza. Sounded like breakfast to him.
"Hey!" Rae said cheerily when she saw him, in a tone that no way implied a) they had been making out b) he had made out with anyone else c) she had d) everyone had e) three times.
"That..." she looked down at his make shift buffet and stuck her tongue out. "Wow. Breakfast of champions, eh? Are we going to get inked today? Well, you inked, me .. stabbed." She opened the fridge. He was finishing the pizza? Noooo.
Fox nodded his head and adopted her cheery tone, those not quite a feminine. "Good morning!" He was grateful he didn't have a hangover this morning. Of course, before he fell into bed last night, he raided the fridge for his hangover cure. Every barkeep had one, and they were all similar with minor variances. Either way, he felt loads better than he was sure some people would today.
She scoffed at his breakfast, and he promptly dropped a forkful of lo mein on top of his pepperoni pizza and ate it. "Yum." He nodded while working to swallow his bite. "Well, you can get stabbed." Fox was a little frustrated about that. He'd been looking online for tattoo ideas that he wanted and hadn't found anything quite what he was looking for. And Rae hadn't said anything about drawing one like he'd asked. So, in his mind, without a design, he wasn't getting one. "I'll still go with you if you want."
She frowned. "Aw, you're not getting one. Then whatever, guess you don't want this." She reached into the waistband of her skirt and yanked out a folded sheet of paper before handing it over. It was on sketch paper, drawn with a sharpie with pencil lines beneath. She watched his face closely, stomach knotting. Maybe she'd skip breakfast.
"Is that sorta what you were talking about?"
Fox's brows came together as he set his breakfast aside and took the paper. "Yeah," he said gruffly, before clearing his throat. Damn lo mein was a bad idea. "Yeah, that's exactly what I wanted." Lifting his head, he smiled. "Thanks, Rae." Dropping his head slightly, he kissed her cheek before pulling back.
He set the paper on the counter and went right back to eating, trying not to think about what he just did. "So looks like I'm getting inked after all." Glancing back at the design, he added, "And that looks like it may take awhile, so we may wanna go soon." Keep talking. That's all he had to do to keep himself from thinking about why the hell he kissed her cheek. Aw, Dammit!
Rae, meanwhile, rubbed at her cheek with a smirk. "You did not just do that with a bite of lo mein and pizza in your mouth."
Fox shook his head. "No, I swallowed. Promise."
"That's so gross. Also, I was planning on eating pizza because I ate all the cereal and all that's left is chicken wings and bologna. You suck, I'm going to have cookies for breakfast now." She scratched at her neck and went to scavenge in the pantry. Her voice echoed.
".....So you really like it?"
Fox nodded. "Of course I like it. Would I tell you I'd get it etched permanently if I didn't?"
She shrugged, emerging with a bag of chocolate chip cookies. "I don't know. If you don't like it you can just say so. Don't be shy."
She looked down at her own drawing, nervous now.
Fox rolled his eyes and sighed. "Alright. Here's the truth, and I want you to look at me for it." He waited until she was looking at him. "I like it, Rae. A lot. You knew what I was looking for and it's a hundred times better than anything I found online." Nodding, sure he finally got his point across, he finished his breakfast before putting the dishes in the sink.
She almost fully smiled -- it was rare for her, sober -- and tore her gaze away, reaching for the drawing. "Okay.." she said, holding it up toward him as if she were going to wallpaper his torso. "Where? I vote back, shoulder. Manly, typical, good place for a first tattoo." She grinned. "I normally signature my artwork but.. I won't now. I trust you."
Fox glanced over his shoulder to check out his back, as much as he could. "Shoulder blade on the back? Versus arm?" He waggled his head, debating between the two. "I can see the appeal, but it'd be harder to check it out whenever I felt like it."
"Get a mirror," she said, with a smirk. "It'll take up your whole arm, unless you do it smaller." She twisted her lip, pressing the paper flat against his arm like a badge. "Eh, yeah, I see it."
Fox shrugged his free shoulder. "You didn't make it that big. It'd only take up the upper arm." Still, he didn't much care where it went. "Ultimately, which do you think would look better?"
"I have a thing for backs and shoulders," she said, with a shrug and dancing eyes as she shoved an entire cookie in her mouth.
Fox laughed."Shoulder," he pointed to it. "And back." He shifted his hand to point at his back. "Two different places, Slim."
Rae shuffled behind him and pressed her palm firmly to the right of his left shoulder, close to his spine, but not too close.
Fox turned his head as much as he could, to try and see the spot. "So you think there?"
"Yeah." She moved back to her bag of cookies and leaned against the counter, taking another one. "Up to you."
Fox nodded and leaned back against the counter, reaching over and snagging a cookie. "I think I'll defer to your judgement. Since it's my first and an artist like yourself should know how to best show off her work."
She rolled her eyes at him, hard.
He laughed. "Ease up, Slim. I'm teasing."
She folded up the cookie bag, just four cookies in, and set it aside. Her stomach was floppy, and she didn't know why. Probably the booze. Had to be. "You up to go now?"
Fox nodded. "Let me go get some shoes on, and yeah." He started to walk out of the kitchen, but turned back to ask, "How's your hang over?"
"Neeeyyeeegh." She flipped her flat hand from side to side.
Chuckling, he moved back to the fridge and pulled out a covered glass with a think red liquid inside. "Here drink this. I promise it's vegetarian friendly." He set the glass on the counter and moved back to the door, about to go get his boots.
"Heeeell no, not until you tell me what it is."
Fox arched a brow at her. "Hangover cure. I learned it in
She peeled back the cover and gave an investigative sniff.
Fox laughed again. "Don't ask what's in it, just drink it. As I said, it's vegetarian friendly."
"Ass," she muttered, before taking a courageous gulp.
"Atta girl." Flashing her a grin, he left the kitchen to grab his socks and boots, quickly putting them off before walking back.
When he returned, she had finished the drink and was grimacing a little, wiping her mouth. "That better get rid of my headache, or I'm making you watch them do the dermals." She grabbed his hand -- yes, his hand -- and pulled him toward the door. "Let's go, I wanna be back before dark."
Fox linked his fingers with her, though it wasn't a conscious act, and followed her out the door. "You've got your drawing, right?"
"In my bra," she said, snatching her purse off the chair she had dropped it on before yanking him out the door.
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