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Post by Payton Marai Hart on Mar 18, 2013 16:07:21 GMT -5
Payton emerged victorious after stumbling around the woods for what seemed like ever. As a werewolf, seeing and getting around in the dark was relatively easy – or should have been. Payton had a problem though, she was slightly intoxicated and had a case of the giggles; too dizzy and fuzzy to function as a wolf she had opted to stay human; Converse wasn’t that big, she had been confident she would find her way out of the woods one way or another. And so she had.
She set her body of tequila down along the tree line and continued forward. It was night, nearly 2 AM, and the sky was dark, cloudless. The moon was nearly half-full and bright, surrounded by a vast expanse of smaller balls of light. Directly in front of her was the overlook, a favorite scenic viewing spot that overlooked all of Converse and its’ surrounding forest. This time of night, though, the town was fairly dark and only a few house windows and street lamps were lit with a yellow glow. It was calm, quiet, and Payton felt herself relax and begin to sober, even.
She licked her lips; they were slightly chapped and stung against the slight breeze that swept around at these heights. It wasn’t cold, but it was still early spring so it certainly wasn’t warm, either. She tugged her soft gray cardigan tighter around her thin arms and torso and stepped forward uneasily as she tripped on the long hem of her night pants. She was barefoot, an oddity, but not for her, not tonight. Payton was notorious for not sleeping. She had a long standing line of nightmares and neither her dog nor her nightlight could quell them. That’s when the drinking started and the drinking inevitably led to one of two things: passing out in a stupor or anger and restlessness, but either one of those led to sleep walking, sometimes. She wasn’t sure which had occurred tonight, but it was becoming more clear as she noticed she was in her pajamas.
She laughed slightly at herself as she took another step. Her soft brown eyes fixated on the town and senses dulled by the liquor…it really shouldn’t have been any surprise to her when her left foot kicked someone warm and she fell – quite literally – on top of a young man.
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Post by LIAM JACOB DWYER on Mar 18, 2013 19:47:38 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] MAMA RAISED ME IN THE DIRTY SOUTH The Words: 642 Who: Payton The Notes whoot whoot i'm ready Another restless night. It seemed to be a frequent thing for the twenty-five year old werewolf. No matter what he tried, some nights he just couldn't find it in himself to fall asleep. Liam knew why, it was because his family was starting to pressure him into visiting them. He didn't like the visits. Not because he didn't like his family. Oh no. He loved them with all his heart. They were supportive and loving. It was just the fact that ever since he was changed, his family knew something was different about him. He would come home and just seem... out of place almost. He would hate smells that were used with certain cooking. Or sometimes complain if his mother sprayed too much perfume. And he suddenly didn't like hugging them or anything. Just because one time his mother just about had a heart attack at his heat, claiming he was running a fever and had to go get medicine right away.
She just about shoved flu medicine down his throat. He took that moment to say his good byes and leave. Ever since then, he made sure to go out to eat with them in public or something of that sort. But they wanted him to come over and meet his niece that was just born. Jill was pressuring him as well, considering she had the baby two months ago. He just didn't want the whole "oh my lord son you are running a fever" thing to come back up. He sighed before deciding that he wasn't going to sleep anytime soon, so he wanted to go for a walk. He wore his jeans and plain boots, and a gray tee before heading out the door. He walked for a while, thinking about his family and life lately. He had pictures of his niece but he would love to meet the little girl. She was perfect in his eyes. And when they wanted him to come the first time, he really wanted to go. But the whole "Hey you are a werewolf now" thing popped into his head.
As he walked, he got caught up into his thoughts so much that he really didn't pay any mind to where he was going. Until he found himself at the Overlook. Figures that he would know just to come to a beautiful, peaceful place and relax. He took a deep breath of the clean air and decided to find himself a spot to sit down. He made sure it was a bit out of the way, but not so much that he would be hidden in complete darkness. He sat for about an hour or so, not really thinking about anything in particular or specific. Just letting his mind run over random things. Like how he still has two bikes at the shop he has to fix. And how he was still on the lookout for his own bike, wanting to own one was growing more and more every time he went into the shop and had to fix a bike. And his dirt bike, well it wasn't like he had been riding it very much. Actually, he couldn't remember when the last time he rode was.
Liam was pulled out of his thoughts as a body fell on top of him. He blinked in surprise and stared down at the girl who just fell into his lap. "Um, are you okay?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as he sat there, not exactly sure what to do. It wasn't every day that an attractive female just threw herself into ones arms. He sniffed once, and smelled alcohol mixed with wolf. So a drunk werewolf was in his hands at the moment, literately. He shifted her weight for a moment before becoming slightly awkward. He wasn't exactly sure what to do.
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Post by Payton Marai Hart on Mar 18, 2013 20:51:17 GMT -5
Payton felt her face flush with embarrassment as she groped at both the air and the boy helplessly trying to right herself. He shifted her weight but made no move to maneuver her off. For a heartbeat she stayed perfectly still, unsure of what she should do. Should she slide off and act as if everything was normal or let her drunk, slutty instincts take over and just go with it – oh decisions. She grunted and grumbled as she slung a skinny arm around his neck and shoulders. She made a big deal about blowing her mass of dark tangles from her face before clearing her throat and staring back, doe-eyed, at the man she had (more or less) just felt up in her drunken clumsiness.
“Um, are you alright?”
Her brows scrunched together as she considered the question and she frowned slightly, considering her situation. “Yeah. Yeah I’m pretty sure I am.” She exhaled loudly, willing the alcohol to wear off faster and trying to calm herself enough to function somewhat normally. Only then did she realize she was still in his lap. She smiled thinly, withdrawing her arm from around his neck and crab-crawling out of his lap. She scooted a foot or two in front of him and sat cross legged, staring again.
“Uh, sorry. I don’t know what I was doing. Honestly, I’m not entirely sure how I got here. In my pajamas…drunk...again…” She let her voice get quieter and quieter as she went on before she just stopped entirely and blinked up at him and shrugged with a smile. “Bet you weren’t expecting that to happen though, so, that was fun.” Drunk Payton had no censor and little control over what came out of her mouth, nor did she know when to just stop talking.
At long last she seemed to find her manners and stuck out a hand. “Guess you should know the name of the girl who basically just got to second base with you on the first date – I’m Payton.” She was smooth. Or awkward, it depended on how he took it, really. Either way, she didn’t care. She was delighted to not be alone in the middle of the woods at night because – go figure – she was afraid of the dark.
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