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Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
Chapter 58: About Last Night
Hooo boy, it's been a while, huh? Between Thanksgiving shenanigans and the aforementioned crazytimes that is my job right now, I have spent waaaay too much time on events that do not include updating this thing. I apologize most heartily.
So let's have a brief recap, shall we? Angel met Jeff at a bar. Dustin was all "stay away" and Angel was all "naw, dude" and Jeff was all "look at my complicated sideburns." So Jeff and Angel went on a date and Angel was all "I am not going to overthink this" and Jeff was all "UR HAWT" and they were both all "let's not do it" and then they went back to her hotel room and made out.
Ok, good, we're all up to speed. Today: uhmmm ... pretty much nothing happens. But at least there was nothing I had to censor.
Chapter 58: About Last Night
Angel awoke to the sound of the shower running. The bathroom door was open. She picked Jeff’s shirt up off the floor, slipped it over her heard, and began brushing her teeth.
“I would have figured you for a shower-singer,” she called in to Jeff.
“Dead on. I just didn’t want to wake you. [then why didn’t you close the door?] Good morning.”
“Morning.”
“Hand me a towel?”
Angel placed one into his outstretched hand. She finished brushing her teeth. Jeff stepped out of the shower with the towel wrapped around his waist. Angel tried valiantly not to check him out, but failed. He noticed and grinned.
“Caught me.”
“It helps that these towels are roughly the size of washcloths.”
“Yes it does.”
“Angel … about last night …”
Her stomach flipped. “Yeah?”
“I think we made sex obsolete.”
He must’ve detected relief in her laughter. “You were worried I’d say something else?”
“Maybe.”
“Damn, you look sexy in the morning. “
“Bed-head suits me?” [everything suits you, Angel. EVERYTHING. You could dip yourself in dog poo, roll in cigarette butts, and affix rotting pigeon carcasses to your hair and you’d still look ravishing.]
“Utterly. I’d kiss you, but my toothbrush is in a different hotel.” [for shame. I so would imagine Jeff to carry a travel oral hygiene kit with him wherever he went just for situations like this]
Angel waved the tiny bottle of complimentary mouthwash at him.
“Score!”
“So Jeff, about last night …” Angel began as he rinsed his mouth.
“Mmph?”
“When can we do it again?”
As it happened, the answer to that question was “Immediately.” [oh ick]
---
Later, Angel lay in Jeff’s arms staring at the hotel ceiling, wondering how the heck she had gotten there, but trying not to wonder too hard. Her circular thoughts were broken by a glance at the clock.
“Eleven AM already? Dang.”
“You’ve got somewhere to be?”
“Not entirely. But check-out is noon, and I’ve got to …”
“Check-out?” Jeff asked. “I thought you were here for three more days.” [what kind of wrestling card lasts three days?]
“No, you’re here for three more days, silly. WCW is moving on to greener pastures. If that’s a way to describe Harrisburg, PA. I’m driving up there after the show tonight,” she said, pulling on a pair of jeans. [really, Angel? Not even a shower?]
“Seriously?”
“Afraid so.”
“Wow. So this really was a one-night stand?”
“I think it was more like a night-and-a-half.”
Wow. I thought for sure I’d be able to see you one more time.” [uhm, she’s not disappearing into thin air.]
“ ‘See me,’ eh?” she smirked.
“Yeah. Yes. Really.” He grabbed his shirt off the floor, smoothed it out as best he could, and buttoned it up. “Like … an actual date, even.”
“Did you suddenly quit wrestling?”
“What? Oh … you and not dating wrestlers. You really meant that?”
“Absolutely.” Angel was fully dressed now and beginning to pack up her toiletries.
“Angel,” Jeff touched her arm. “I’m not looking for anything serious, believe me, but I’ve enjoyed the hell out of these last 18 hours or so, and I really don’t want it to end. And it’s not just because you’re insanely sexy. Although that helps.”
Angel zipped up her toiletries bag. “Jeff …”
“Brunch?” [consider that a prescient shout-out, Oleg]
She smiled at him and looked at her watch.
“Brunch. But not hotel brunch.”
“Afraid of bumping into too many of your friends?”
“Mostly afraid of the food.”
“You’ve got a deal. Look, I’m going back to my room to change and get my gear. Call me when you’re all checked out and we’ll find a place. Ok?”
“Ok.”
Jeff took her hand and kissed it. “Until then,” he said, making his exit.
“Such a charmer, Hardy.” Angel shook her head and finished packing up. 11:30—half an hour to spare. She sat on the bed and exhaled.
What the heck had she just done? Well … she reasoned … to be perfectly honest, nothing she hadn’t done before … just with someone she barely knew. And that was the exciting part, the wonderful part, the slightly terrifying part. But brunch? Angel had been fully prepared to never see Jeff again. How did I happen that she would in fact see him again in less than an hour?
NOTES:
1) Showering with the door open? Yeah. Slice does that. He pees with the door open too. One time he tried to get away with pooping with the door open. That was not acceptible. I wish Jeff had tried that.
2) I personally do not like brunch. Lunch I find quite enjoyable, but brunch is always a let-down. Mostly because I don't like eggs and can't understand why eating a plate of pancakes could possibly result in anything but a long nap afterwards. I would imagine that Jeff would make brunch much more enticing, however, what with his rapier wit and all.
Coming up next …
Yes, we have to witness brunch. But then we actually get to revisit Angel’s office! And we get to hear about Dustin's honeymoon. Sort of. At any rate, I promise that Barry's coming back soon.
See you next time for ... Chapter 59: Invitations.
So let's have a brief recap, shall we? Angel met Jeff at a bar. Dustin was all "stay away" and Angel was all "naw, dude" and Jeff was all "look at my complicated sideburns." So Jeff and Angel went on a date and Angel was all "I am not going to overthink this" and Jeff was all "UR HAWT" and they were both all "let's not do it" and then they went back to her hotel room and made out.
Ok, good, we're all up to speed. Today: uhmmm ... pretty much nothing happens. But at least there was nothing I had to censor.
Chapter 58: About Last Night
Angel awoke to the sound of the shower running. The bathroom door was open. She picked Jeff’s shirt up off the floor, slipped it over her heard, and began brushing her teeth.
“I would have figured you for a shower-singer,” she called in to Jeff.
“Dead on. I just didn’t want to wake you. [then why didn’t you close the door?] Good morning.”
“Morning.”
“Hand me a towel?”
Angel placed one into his outstretched hand. She finished brushing her teeth. Jeff stepped out of the shower with the towel wrapped around his waist. Angel tried valiantly not to check him out, but failed. He noticed and grinned.
“Caught me.”
“It helps that these towels are roughly the size of washcloths.”
“Yes it does.”
“Angel … about last night …”
Her stomach flipped. “Yeah?”
“I think we made sex obsolete.”
He must’ve detected relief in her laughter. “You were worried I’d say something else?”
“Maybe.”
“Damn, you look sexy in the morning. “
“Bed-head suits me?” [everything suits you, Angel. EVERYTHING. You could dip yourself in dog poo, roll in cigarette butts, and affix rotting pigeon carcasses to your hair and you’d still look ravishing.]
“Utterly. I’d kiss you, but my toothbrush is in a different hotel.” [for shame. I so would imagine Jeff to carry a travel oral hygiene kit with him wherever he went just for situations like this]
Angel waved the tiny bottle of complimentary mouthwash at him.
“Score!”
“So Jeff, about last night …” Angel began as he rinsed his mouth.
“Mmph?”
“When can we do it again?”
As it happened, the answer to that question was “Immediately.” [oh ick]
---
Later, Angel lay in Jeff’s arms staring at the hotel ceiling, wondering how the heck she had gotten there, but trying not to wonder too hard. Her circular thoughts were broken by a glance at the clock.
“Eleven AM already? Dang.”
“You’ve got somewhere to be?”
“Not entirely. But check-out is noon, and I’ve got to …”
“Check-out?” Jeff asked. “I thought you were here for three more days.” [what kind of wrestling card lasts three days?]
“No, you’re here for three more days, silly. WCW is moving on to greener pastures. If that’s a way to describe Harrisburg, PA. I’m driving up there after the show tonight,” she said, pulling on a pair of jeans. [really, Angel? Not even a shower?]
“Seriously?”
“Afraid so.”
“Wow. So this really was a one-night stand?”
“I think it was more like a night-and-a-half.”
Wow. I thought for sure I’d be able to see you one more time.” [uhm, she’s not disappearing into thin air.]
“ ‘See me,’ eh?” she smirked.
“Yeah. Yes. Really.” He grabbed his shirt off the floor, smoothed it out as best he could, and buttoned it up. “Like … an actual date, even.”
“Did you suddenly quit wrestling?”
“What? Oh … you and not dating wrestlers. You really meant that?”
“Absolutely.” Angel was fully dressed now and beginning to pack up her toiletries.
“Angel,” Jeff touched her arm. “I’m not looking for anything serious, believe me, but I’ve enjoyed the hell out of these last 18 hours or so, and I really don’t want it to end. And it’s not just because you’re insanely sexy. Although that helps.”
Angel zipped up her toiletries bag. “Jeff …”
“Brunch?” [consider that a prescient shout-out, Oleg]
She smiled at him and looked at her watch.
“Brunch. But not hotel brunch.”
“Afraid of bumping into too many of your friends?”
“Mostly afraid of the food.”
“You’ve got a deal. Look, I’m going back to my room to change and get my gear. Call me when you’re all checked out and we’ll find a place. Ok?”
“Ok.”
Jeff took her hand and kissed it. “Until then,” he said, making his exit.
“Such a charmer, Hardy.” Angel shook her head and finished packing up. 11:30—half an hour to spare. She sat on the bed and exhaled.
What the heck had she just done? Well … she reasoned … to be perfectly honest, nothing she hadn’t done before … just with someone she barely knew. And that was the exciting part, the wonderful part, the slightly terrifying part. But brunch? Angel had been fully prepared to never see Jeff again. How did I happen that she would in fact see him again in less than an hour?
NOTES:
1) Showering with the door open? Yeah. Slice does that. He pees with the door open too. One time he tried to get away with pooping with the door open. That was not acceptible. I wish Jeff had tried that.
2) I personally do not like brunch. Lunch I find quite enjoyable, but brunch is always a let-down. Mostly because I don't like eggs and can't understand why eating a plate of pancakes could possibly result in anything but a long nap afterwards. I would imagine that Jeff would make brunch much more enticing, however, what with his rapier wit and all.
Coming up next …
Yes, we have to witness brunch. But then we actually get to revisit Angel’s office! And we get to hear about Dustin's honeymoon. Sort of. At any rate, I promise that Barry's coming back soon.
See you next time for ... Chapter 59: Invitations.
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