Estrella James (thrice_charmed) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2011-11-27 10:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | estrella, rorie |
Friday - February 27th, 2009
Who: Estrella and Rorie
When: Friday Morning
Where: Bastian's Apartment
What: Rorie wakes up with a hangover.
Status: Incomplete
It was early, but Bastian had already been up and out of bed for a while which meant he was most likely already at work. That was nothing unusual though. He had to get in early and get breakfast started. Early mornings and late nights were kind of his thing. But Estrella didn't mind much. He loved what he did, it was obvious, and as long as he loved it, she wouldn't complain. She liked him happy.
But she had woken up hungry, and there was always something yummy waiting for her in his fridge. She shivered a bit as her feet hit the cold floor, finding a pair of his bedroom shoes to shove her feet into before heading out of the bedroom and down the hall to the kitchen. She didn't notice the bundle of boy on the sofa just yet, still half asleep and all messy wearing nothing but one of Bastian's shirts and her underwear.
~~~
Rorie remembered very little after getting back to campus last night. Something about Italian singing and ninjas. That was about it. He was burritoed in the blanket Bastian had given him and was securely tucked into it. Till he woke up with something that was apparently attacking his head. Or it was his brain attacking his head and it was horrible. "Ngh," he grunted as he slowly uncurled himself and attempted to stand up. He got about half way there before just sitting there with squinting eyes and his mouth open.
"What the fuck?" He mumbled to himself as he rubbed his face and spotted the note and tea. Okay. . . He could do that. Standing up, Rorie grabbed the stuff and walked to the kitchen. The fact that someone was in the kitchen, other than him, was lost until he saw her and even then it took a few seconds. "Hi," he said, putting the tea bag in the water and putting it in the microwave, turning it on.
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Estrella was rummaging through the fridge when she heard movement. At first, she thought maybe Bastian wasn't gone, and she smiled thinking that he was still there. "I thought you were-" Of course she stopped short of what she was saying when she turned and saw someone who was very much NOT Bastian.
"You're not Bastian." She looked confused and then returned the greeting, "Hi." She paused for a moment and then added, "Who are you?" Of course it was slowly coming back to her. Late night phone call. Drunk friend. This must have been the drunk friend. He looked a bit hungover. Poor guy.
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"No. No I'm not," Rorie said, squinting in the bright light of the kitchen. "Rorie," he said, hearing the ding of the microwave and wincing a bit. "Sorry, about the random appearance. Don't really remember how I got here in the first place." Taking the tea out, he looked and rummaged for the sugar before finding it and spooned it in. He stirred it a moment before taking a sip and sighing. "It was a looooong night," he said, smiling slightly through his squintyness.
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"Estrella." The name didn't ring a bell, of course. He'd never mentioned Rorie but why would he? Bastian didn't talk a lot about his life. He was more of the type to listen than to speak, which was fine. She didn't mind talking. "You called. I remember now. Late." She laughed softly. "Looks like you had a pretty entertaining evening." Estrella smirked.
"Hungry?" She had her doubts, but she had nursed many hangovers in her lifetime, not her own but other people's of course, so she knew what worked. "You need to get some carbs in you. Something... bread-like. Hmm..." She moved to rummage through a few of the cabinets, already knowing what was in the fridge by now. "Pancakes?"
~~~
"It was interesting," Rorie smiled a bit more as he sipped his tea, his knuckles a bit bloodied from the fight the night before. Some of his own, some of the other guys. "Pancakes?" He asked, mulling it over. "Got any fruit?" That was the money ticket for Rorie. Fruit was part of his main diet anymore.
The aches and nausia were slowly ebbing away as he drank more of his tea, making him hungry, but for his regular food of several fruits and some oatmeal maybe. Ooo! Maybe pancakes sounded good after all.
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"Looks like it," she regarded the state of his knuckles, even the few scratches and bruises on his face. Her brother had been a bit of a scraper so she knew what she was looking for when it came to that sort of thing as well.
"I think there's some fruit in the fridge." She gathered the stuff from the cabinets needed for the pancakes then added, "I could make a bit of compote to go with them. That sounds pretty good." She smiled as she added, "I'm not quite as good in the kitchen as Bas is but close." And she'd eaten here often enough to know her way around the pantry and cabinets, easily finding everything she would need to toss together a quick breakfast.
"So how do you know Bastian?" The man was so secretive about his life that he couldn't blame her curiosity. He knew so much about her but she knew so little about him. It wasn't at all fair.
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Getting half his tea down, he felt a lot better than he did ten minutes ago, thankfully. "Awesome," he said, setting his tea down and going to the fridge to dig around. "Anything sounds good right about now," he said as he dug around and pulled out a pear, an apple, a bananana, and mango. Yes, he would eat all that. Yes, he would eat whatever she fixed as well. Such is the life of a high metabolism were.
"Hey, if you're better than my brother, I'd say you're doing good," he chuckled as he washed his fruit off and bit into the pear. Chewing for a moment he considered the question. Obviously Bastian and Estrella were a couple. . . Of sorts if nothing else. So saying that they were a random hookup turned friends might be a bit awkward. "Random meet up at a bar bitching about our ex's and just started hanging out," he said after swallowing and taking another bite.
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Estrella couldn't help but notice his rather voracious appetite but she had grown up with two very large brothers. Nothing really phased her when it came to that sort of thing. And she went about prepping everything for the pancakes and the warm fruit compote as he busied himself with his pear.
"Really?" She sounded a bit incredulous about that, her lips pursing in a thoughtful frown before she added, "That doesn't really sound like him. He doesn't strike me as the 'bitch about my ex' type, though I guess I could be wrong." She gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "We haven't known one another all that long."
Quiet for a moment, she finished up the batter and then tested the pan to make sure it was hot enough before putting the first dollop for the first pancake inside. "Was it Syn? The ex?" She knew all about him. And she got the feeling, call it female intuition, that Rorie wasn't being entirely honest, perhaps because he was scared to say too much, but if he knew that she knew about that, then perhaps he would feel more inclined to be honest.
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"We were both kinda drunk and in bad moods, so it kinda just happened. Didn't last long," Rorie shrugged as he finished up his pear and tossed the core, grabbing the banana. He wasn't really paying attention to the fact that she said she was going to make a fruit thingy for breakfast, just that the fruit was next to him and he was eating it.
"Syn? Uh. . . Who's Syn?" He asked, blinking. Rorie had never met this 'Syn' or heard of him before. "Wasn't her that he was bitching about. Some girl named Laura," he said with a shrug. "This is like. . . Oh last year. Like September I think," he said, thinking about it. Wow, he'd known Bast, that long?
~~~
"He's a teacher here," Estrella remarked somewhat offhandedly, flipping the pancake once the top side started to bubble. "They.. had a thing, apparently, but it ended." Recently. Very recently. She'd heard a bit about that but nothing about Laura. Was it normal to feel a bit jealous? Maybe even threatened a bit? What if this woman was still around and showed up here and wanted a second chance? Where would that leave her? Stop being ridiculous, Estrella.
"So what you're saying is that the key to getting Bastian to talk is getting him drunk first." Estrella smirked and then took the first pancake from the pan, filling it with a second scoop of batter to make another. "How many do you want?" She asked, glancing at him over her shoulder. "He's a great listener. But he doesn't really talk much."
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"Ah, okay," Rorie nodded. He and Bastian had a one night fling. . . That was amazing, but he wasn't going to bring it up. 'Laura' was a good excuse for now. Devouring the banana, he turned on the mango, before finishing his tea. "Um. . . Maybe? I don't know. He wasn't really drunk, we were just both in bad places and needed someone to complain to. Two guys that had their hearts broken, in a bar, you just need someone to talk to I guess," he shrugged as he bit into the mango, not taking mind of the skin.
~~~
That explained his reluctance. She had thought it was all her, that he was simply respecting her own personal hang ups. The thought that it could be related to his own past had never really crossed her mind which seemed incredibly naive in retrospect.
"How long ago was that? Laura, I mean." Estrella made the question sound rather nonchalant as she flipped the second pancake, but it had her worried. The thought had gotten inside her head now and it wasn't easy to shake. He'd told her he didn't want her to be a rebound, and she didn't feel like that's what she was to him, but then again, she didn't really know him at all, did she? And yet he knew so much about her.
"How many pancakes did you want, again?" She'd asked once, but he hadn't answered. Instead of pointing that out, however, she pretended like she thought he'd answered and she'd only not heard him.
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"Uhhhh. . . Late August so. . . like six months ago. . . I think?" He said, chomping into his mango. "Ummm. . . Like maybe five or six," Rorie said thinking about it. "Pancakes that is," he chuckled. "He didn't really say much about her," he said looking at her. "Just that she cheated on him and he was trying to forget her," he shrugged. "S'bout all I know. Spent most of his time listening to me bitch like I was a housewife with a martini," he chuckled. Hopefully that would appease her. The less he 'knew' the less he had to tell her.
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Six months ago. That made Estrella think about where she was six months ago which caused her to visibly flinch. But she was starting to recover from all of that, with Bastian's help, so maybe, with hers, he was recovering too. That wasn't such a terrible thought.
"Someone's got quite an appetite," she remarked with a soft laugh and then smiled fondly. "That sounds just like him." Always with the patient and kind ear, never demanding, other than in the sack. The thought made her flush a little and then she distracted herself by getting the second pancake off the heat, putting the third one down, and then staring the sugar and fruit mixture for the compote on one of the back burners.
"How about you start off with this three-stack," Estrella began as she plated the third pancake. "And then I'll make you some more if you're still hungry after." It wasn't until just now, at this precise moment, that a thought struck her. She missed having people around to take care of. It had been a long time, other than Bastian while he was ill, but that was different. This reminded her more of mornings at her house looking out for her big brother and his friends only it was a lot quieter here.
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"Lycan," he said, waving. "I ate a lot before I got changed, but now I'm even worse," Rorie chuckled. "I'll probably be hungry afterwards, but okay," he nodded as he put his mango in his mouth and took the plate that was handed him before going to the fridge and pulling out the butter before using his telekinesis to open cabinets and find the syrup. Preparing his food the way he liked it, he put the milk back in the fridge after he poured himself a glass and started to dig in. Alternating between his fruit and his pancakes.
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"That's because you're a boy," Estrella remarked with a smirk. "I had two brothers growing up. They could eat us out of house and home in under an hour." She stirred the fruit for a bit longer until she was satisfied with the consistency, his telekinetic abilities escaping her present notice as she was distracted by that, and then walked over to the table where he sat to offer, "Berries?" It was a simple mixture of warm sugar and berries. Definitely yummy with pancakes.