Post by Calendrea Hughes on Jun 27, 2017 21:55:55 GMT -5
Interesting, she rather enjoyed vanilla too, though that was certainly not an earth shattering coincidence seeing as some pole she read on the net said vanilla was the favorite flavor of ice cream ever. She didn’t recall them ever asking her though, statistics always got on her last nerve anyway. She had to flush a bit, however, when he chided her for her shitty accent. It wasn’t like she was trying to mock him or anything, she just was being lazy with her enunciation. It was no matter as even three sheets in the wind as she was, she could tell he was not mad but instead enjoying himself as he teased her unmercifully. Who knew he had such a rotten streak in him? It was a bit of an eye opener to be sure, but then he went and made that crack about hicks in reference to her game and got her back up a bit.
She pursed her lips into the severest of thin lines as she bit back her words. It wasn’t like she had the advantage of a college education where all you did was sit around and play sophisticated games like cheating at cards to see how quick you could get each other drunk. No, she and her brother had to make up ways to fight off the darkness and despair that the world insisted upon heaping on their heads. She breathed out through her lips, nearly whistling, which could have been taken as annoyance or her trying to hurry him along and make it hard for him to think. Tempted to start whistling the countdown music in Jeopardy, she stifled her urged and just waited with an amused look upon her face.
She grew even more amused pondering how his singing voice would sound, but she had not been prepared for the beauty of his song. What an asshat. Of course he could sing but even more bizarre was that he sang Kevin Ayers. God but her mother had been crazy over that old hippie music and naturally her mind turned toward that era. It was rather one of those weird drunken moments when little things seemed much more significant than they really were only to forget what you were thinking to begin with. She just blinked at him when he was done singing with a stupid grin on her face. “I had no idea you could sing, Aodh that was so cool!”, she laughed and shook her head. “Hmmm, alright….alright”, she pondered trying to take some time to think when suddenly Bob Dylan popped into her head. She repeated the word one more time, but this time she sang it out and launched into the only verse she could remember.
In her mind that scratchy voice of Dylan finished the song, “It’s alright” Such a sad song to sing, and she wished that she hadn’t but then she realized that it was true, it was alright. And she didn’t have to force things, that was not who she was nor was it who she ever wished to be. Chuckling a bit she said, “My mother liked those old folksy songs and was always singing them. I haven’t thought about that in years but she had a great voice too.” Suddenly the competitive streak was gone, it really was not a game she could win anyway for she had a feeling Aodh would be able to drink her under the table any day of the week. Calendrea looked up to Aodh and said, “I think I am just going to have to name you the winner. I doubt it will be pretty if I drink any more tonight.” She stood up and wobbled a bit then actually giggled, “Got any idea how we get down from here without getting caught?” It would take a miracle is all she could imagine. Perhaps it had not been his plan, to get the woman so drunk that she forgot all about the purpose of her visit, but it certainly was working out that way.
Word Count: 730 + 6004 = 6734
She pursed her lips into the severest of thin lines as she bit back her words. It wasn’t like she had the advantage of a college education where all you did was sit around and play sophisticated games like cheating at cards to see how quick you could get each other drunk. No, she and her brother had to make up ways to fight off the darkness and despair that the world insisted upon heaping on their heads. She breathed out through her lips, nearly whistling, which could have been taken as annoyance or her trying to hurry him along and make it hard for him to think. Tempted to start whistling the countdown music in Jeopardy, she stifled her urged and just waited with an amused look upon her face.
She grew even more amused pondering how his singing voice would sound, but she had not been prepared for the beauty of his song. What an asshat. Of course he could sing but even more bizarre was that he sang Kevin Ayers. God but her mother had been crazy over that old hippie music and naturally her mind turned toward that era. It was rather one of those weird drunken moments when little things seemed much more significant than they really were only to forget what you were thinking to begin with. She just blinked at him when he was done singing with a stupid grin on her face. “I had no idea you could sing, Aodh that was so cool!”, she laughed and shook her head. “Hmmm, alright….alright”, she pondered trying to take some time to think when suddenly Bob Dylan popped into her head. She repeated the word one more time, but this time she sang it out and launched into the only verse she could remember.
“alright
So long honey babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
Goodbye is too good a word, babe
So I just say fare thee well
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice”
So long honey babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
Goodbye is too good a word, babe
So I just say fare thee well
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice”
In her mind that scratchy voice of Dylan finished the song, “It’s alright” Such a sad song to sing, and she wished that she hadn’t but then she realized that it was true, it was alright. And she didn’t have to force things, that was not who she was nor was it who she ever wished to be. Chuckling a bit she said, “My mother liked those old folksy songs and was always singing them. I haven’t thought about that in years but she had a great voice too.” Suddenly the competitive streak was gone, it really was not a game she could win anyway for she had a feeling Aodh would be able to drink her under the table any day of the week. Calendrea looked up to Aodh and said, “I think I am just going to have to name you the winner. I doubt it will be pretty if I drink any more tonight.” She stood up and wobbled a bit then actually giggled, “Got any idea how we get down from here without getting caught?” It would take a miracle is all she could imagine. Perhaps it had not been his plan, to get the woman so drunk that she forgot all about the purpose of her visit, but it certainly was working out that way.
Word Count: 730 + 6004 = 6734