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Post by Marcus Sisneros on Apr 3, 2011 2:50:55 GMT -5
There he stood, still tense and waiting for a break in the silence. Marcus pretended to be busy for a second, but really he was just shuffling around the bottles and dishes on the counter into mindless arrangements, although Charlie probably couldn't even tell that much from where she was sitting. Once again, it was her to speak first, even if it was something as simple as a suggestion to him giving her a hug. "Alright, one second." he replied as his eyes flicked up and across the room to meet hers and he flashed a grin.
To Charlie's question about the dates, as playful as the inquiry may have been, Marcus didn't know how the hell to answer that. He quickly decided that the best response would be to just laugh at it, and not say anything. It was just a joke after all, wasn't it? Drinks. That's what they both needed. Now. He hastily hurried to gather two cups and the bottle of rum before their conversation could go south again. Creatively, he carried everything from the kitchen and out to the living room.
"Well, you look comfortable." He noted with a raised eye brow when he saw her position on the couch as he set his stuff down on the coffee table in front of them. "What if I don't think you could handle it? Would you prove it to me that you could?" he challenged, nodding back down to the bottle waiting on the table. Was a drinking contest the best idea? He doubted it. But why not? They had nothing to lose, did they?
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Apr 3, 2011 19:35:33 GMT -5
A sigh of relief escaped the girls lips as she saw Marcus start to make his way out from the kitchen with a grin now forming on his lips. The silent awkwardness had finally been broken between the two once more. Who knew a the simple suggestion of a hug would get him to smile again? Charlie laughed softly, keeping close attention to the bottle and glasses Marcus was holding in his hands. This was definitely going to be one interesting night, considering she wasn't even supposed to be drinking at the moment. Oh well; it wouldn't kill her.
"Still want that hug?" Charlie questioned with another laugh, scrunching up her nose at his comment. She shook her head and slowly started to set up on the couch once again, motioning for him to sit down next to her. "Sorry. My body was starting to ache again." Charlie shrugged her shoulders lightly, not wanting to make it seem like it was a big deal considering Marcus had the tendency to overreact to her being in pain. "Before I forget, though. Where am I sleeping tonight?"
Scrunch. There went her nose again. "Is that a challenge?" Charlie smirked, looking over at the table with the glasses and then back at Marcus. He did not just go there. Of course she wasn't going to turn down a challenge, even though it was likely she would lose. "Of course I would. Bring it on."
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Post by Marcus Sisneros on Apr 4, 2011 0:18:31 GMT -5
As Marcus sat down next to her on the couch, he figured that it was safe to say things were back to normal between the two of them once more. From the sigh he heard her release, he could tell Charlie had felt the relief as much as he had. Lifting his feet and setting them across the table, he took a slow breath and tilted his head back slightly. Finally, sitting down after yet another chaotic day at work. He was probably tired enough to go to sleep now that he thought of it, but it was a couple of hours early for that, and the prospect of taking a few shots excited him a little bit, made it worth it to stay up. Marcus wasn't a heavy drinker, not at all, but he could never pass up on an opportunity to get tipsy once the thought was presented to him. Although he still had his doubts about letting Charlie drink, it sounded like the pain medication was wearing off anyways, so she might as well.
"Hug?" he repeated, coming back to the present. "Right."-he laughed-"I'm all open." he suggested as he spread his arms apart slightly to signal that he was willing to recieve. "It's fine, I was only being a jackass a second ago." in response to her apology, he motioned to Charlie that it was okay for her to lay back down if she wanted. About to start doing his stock bit on playing doctor and checking for symptoms, Marcus could tell by her body language that she was trying to avoid that, so he bit his lip and stopped himself.
As far as the sleeping arrangements went, well, he hadn't thought of that. It came in his nature for him to offer to sleep out here while she took his bedroom, but of course he knew she would quickly deny that proposal. Marcus was feeling clever, though, and concluded if he made a statement, rather than ask a question when he suggested the idea, she had no way to shoot it down. "You'll sleep in my room. I'll sleep on here." he gestured down toward the couch. "Don't worry, I've washed my sheets since the last time I had a girl over." he teased.
Marcus leaned over and began unscrewing the lid to the bottle when the subject shifted back to alcohol. "Yes, it is a challenge." he confirmed as he poured a shot's worth of rum into the bottom of each glass. "Bring it on? Someone's getting cocky." Laughing, he began to explain the guidelines of the competition to her. "We keep taking shots until you give in and tell me to stop. Got it?"
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Apr 4, 2011 14:43:29 GMT -5
Charlie kept her eyes on Marcus, watching as he sat down on the couch next to her and propped his feet up on the table. And she was the one who was panicking for simply laying down on the couch when Marcus was doing that? Charlie laughed softly, to herself more than anything. She really needed to learn to calm down since this is where she was going to be staying for quite a while until she could get back on her own two feet again. Charlie snapped out of her thoughts, glancing over at Marcus with his extended arms out.
"So now you want that hug." Charlie chuckled. She quickly embraced Marcus in a hug, wrapping her small arms around his torso for a few moments before letting go again. "You weren't being a jackass. Really, I'm fine. Don't start with that doctor stuff again." Charlie reminded with a smirk, rolling her eyes playfully. By now she could tell when he was about to say something, with the obvious biting on the lips to restrain himself.
Was Marcus being seriously? There was no way in hell she was about to let him sleep on the couch while she slept in his bed. After all, Charlie was going to be living there now. That wasn't going to happen every single night - considering it was his room after all. "Nope. Try again. You're not sleeping on the couch." Charlie scrunched her nose. "Besides, you can't sleep on the couch every night. I'm going to be here for awhile, remember?"
Shaking her head, Charlie slouched back in the couch with her eyes fixated on the shot glasses of rum. Nodding in agreement with Marcus's rules, she smirked once again. "You're the cocky one." She chuckled, taking the glass in her hand. "Deal. You go first."
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Post by Marcus Sisneros on Apr 10, 2011 16:09:06 GMT -5
It got quiet for another moment, but this time it wasn't an awkward or uncomfortable silence, not for him anyways. Feeling his jaw stretch into a yawn, he covered his mouth with his hand. "God damn." He cursed to himself, although he'd said it rather loudly, through his fingers. Turning his head to look over at Charlie once again, he let his arm drop back to his side. She chuckled, and he lightly laughed along with her. He sat up so she could manage to get her arms around him, and once she did Marcus wrapped his around her shoulders. It was a short and simple friendly gesture, but for some reason it made him happier than it should've.
"I was too being a jackass." he debated for a second as he leaned back into his relaxed posture. Don't start with the doctor stuff again? Oh, now she was challenging him. His teeth scraped his cheek almost painfully, for now he was really trying to not make a smart ass remark or really give her a doctor-esque lecture. "Just stay on top of your medication." he spat out quickly before closing his mouth again. His reason for saying it was half way because he couldn't control it, and the other half being he just wanted to playfully set her off. Smirking childishly at her, he resisted the urge to add anything else.
Raising an eye brow at her, he crossed his arms and prepared himself to plea his case. He was about to say something about how the couch was just as comfortable as his bed and he really wouldn't mind, but he could just imagine her rebuttal. It would probably be something like, "then why would you offer to give me your bed when the couch is just as good?" so he thought for a little bit longer. Not being able to come up with something fast enough, he just turned to saying, "For Christ's sake, Charlie, will you not be stubborn for just this once? Throw me a bone and just take my offer, please?" The last thing Marcus wanted to do was beg, but he didn't see any other way of winning.
He laughed at her as she shook her head. Bending over to take his own glass, he turned toward her and held the cup by his face. He could smell the alcohol fuming out of it. "I'm cocky? Hmmm, I'm glad you noticed." Marcus winked. "Me first? No, together." he corrected her and began counting off on his fingers. "Ready? One, Two... Three!" In one movement he pressed the glass to his lips, tipped it back, and swallowed it's contents, which stung lightly at his mouth the minute it made contact and still left a burning sensation in his throat even after he had swallowed it all. For a split second he winced, then looked back at Charlie to see how she was taking it.
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Apr 23, 2011 17:25:40 GMT -5
ooc: Sorry, I was on Spring Break and had no internet. ): I'll reply soon!
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Post by Marcus Sisneros on Apr 23, 2011 20:16:58 GMT -5
Ooc)) It's alright. (: maybe we can get back into it sometime tonight or tomorrow?
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Apr 26, 2011 16:35:48 GMT -5
ooc: Of course. Sorry about that. Do you still want to continue with where we're at now or come up with something else? I can reply tonight if you're online. I just have dance class.
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Post by Marcus Sisneros on Apr 26, 2011 16:58:12 GMT -5
We can keep going from where we are for a little bit.
And that's fine. (:
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Apr 26, 2011 20:50:52 GMT -5
ooc:
AH. I'm so exhausted from dance class. It was 80 degrees today and still is, and it's giving me a massive headache.
I'll reply first thing tomorrow. Promise. <3
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Post by Marcus Sisneros on Apr 26, 2011 22:47:08 GMT -5
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Post by Charlotte Rose. on Apr 27, 2011 14:52:51 GMT -5
(Sorry. I attempted to reply last night after I posted it but I literally passed out.)
Charlie snickered at his little request to stay on top of her medication. It had already worn off before they had arrived at the apartment. And by the look of things, judging by the alcohol shots on the table, she most likely shouldn't be keeping on top of it at the moment. Unless she wanted to kill herself - which was far off from her mind. She wasn't that stupid. "I don't really think I should." Charlie added after a moment with a playful eye roll. She would, but not at the moment. The alcohol would take away her pain for the time being.
Hearing Marcus literally beg her to let him sleep on the couch was... odd, to say the least. What was such the big deal of letting her sleep on the couch anyway? She didn't understand it. "I'm going to be here for awhile. You can't sleep on the couch every single night." Charlie reminded with a sigh. "Fine. But only for tonight. Then I'm sleeping on it." Charlie raised an eyebrow at the compromise. Hopefully that would get him to leave it alone for now.
Charlie paused and tensed up slightly as Marcus suggested - more like told - that they were going to take the shot together. Oh well. What did they have to lose? Charlie nodded as she stared down at the glass in her hand as Marcus counted down. She watched and waited a second after Marcus had downed his, doing the same. It was strong. Really strong. It burned so bad. Charlie coughed loudly, shutting her eyes.
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Post by Marcus Sisneros on Apr 27, 2011 15:28:34 GMT -5
((Ohhh it's fine. Everyone gets tired. I understand (: ))
"What's so funny?" he asked in response to her snickering. Marcus had actually been serious for once, and he somehow still managed to make her think it was a joke? He didn't linger too hard on the question; maybe he was just cute it that way. "Oh, you're such a rebel." he played along with her, also letting his eyes lift to the ceiling for a second. "But you're right. You shouldn't. Not right now, anyways, unless you want to go into a coma and land yourself back in the hospital." Although he was warning her for what was probably the six billionth time, he still knew that she got the idea and could take care of herself. Marcus decided to stop nagging on her. For the time being, at least.
Marcus scowled over at her and crossed his arms childishly as she once again repeated the fact that he couldn't sleep on the couch every night. He didn't say anything for a minute, unsure of how to respond without losing. As it turned out, he was taking this as more a pride issue. Why? It was one of those 'he didn't know, he just was' sort of things. "Fine. But it's not completely out of the question." he finally gave in, realising that she probably want to let it go as much as he did by this point.
Keeping his eyes on her to watch her reaction to the alcohol, he set his shot glass down on the table in front of them. She didn't exactly take it well, did she? "Are you gonna be okay?" he asked first before laughing lightly at her. By this time he could sort of feel his shot going through his body, but it wan't enough to impair him in any way. "Does the coughing mean that you're giving up or should I pour another one?"
((ehhhhh i have writer's block. ): sorry it's short.))
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