A girl. From his past, dating his best friend. Right, not that this complicates things at all. Elizabeth sat in silence, slurping up lo mein, and nodding as he spoke.
"Wow, this is spicier than I'd thought it would be." Liz stood up and headed to the refrigerator. "Think I'm going to have that beer after all." Hot tea and hot spicy food? Not so great for her tongue or taste buds. A nice cool beer on the other hand? Might just do the trick. "You want another one?" It was more a rhetorical question really, as Liz was intending to bring more than one back no matter what. There were a couple still left in there, and Liz closed the door with her elbow, bringing two back to the table. Setting one down near him, she continued around to her side.
"So she's checking out the colleges around here? I hear there are some good ones on the north side." Was his friend a hero or a villain? Or just a normal chick like her? Liz had been deluding herself into thinking that Warren had no past, like she had no past. Like she didn't want to have a past rather. She twisted the cap off the beer and took a sip. Ah, much better.
"Ok, we'll start with the easy stuff. You got any brothers or sisters? What's your favorite color? What do you like to watch for cartoons on Saturday morning TV? When are you going to let me brush your hair?" Ok, that last one was an accident, a matter of her thinking out loud and she colored up, automatically reaching for the tea cup to have a drink and try to pretend she didn't actually say that.
HOT! Ow, ow ow - Liz reached for the beer bottle with her other hand, tilting her head back and gulping back a few swallows. Classy Liz, she thought to herself, wiping her face with the back of her hand. Real classy.
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"Wow, this is spicier than I'd thought it would be." Liz stood up and headed to the refrigerator. "Think I'm going to have that beer after all." Hot tea and hot spicy food? Not so great for her tongue or taste buds. A nice cool beer on the other hand? Might just do the trick. "You want another one?" It was more a rhetorical question really, as Liz was intending to bring more than one back no matter what. There were a couple still left in there, and Liz closed the door with her elbow, bringing two back to the table. Setting one down near him, she continued around to her side.
"So she's checking out the colleges around here? I hear there are some good ones on the north side." Was his friend a hero or a villain? Or just a normal chick like her? Liz had been deluding herself into thinking that Warren had no past, like she had no past. Like she didn't want to have a past rather. She twisted the cap off the beer and took a sip. Ah, much better.
"Ok, we'll start with the easy stuff. You got any brothers or sisters? What's your favorite color? What do you like to watch for cartoons on Saturday morning TV? When are you going to let me brush your hair?" Ok, that last one was an accident, a matter of her thinking out loud and she colored up, automatically reaching for the tea cup to have a drink and try to pretend she didn't actually say that.
HOT! Ow, ow ow - Liz reached for the beer bottle with her other hand, tilting her head back and gulping back a few swallows. Classy Liz, she thought to herself, wiping her face with the back of her hand. Real classy.