Sharpiie Love
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- Posted: Fri, 25 Jul 2014 20:39:24 +0000
Location -- 1 West St. Company Lucas Bernardini Outfit -- Click Feeling -- Curious and slightly giddy
Meghan had tried everything in order to acclimate her body to animals so she didn't get sick when they were around but unfortunately his sister must have had a better immune system than her -- or her allergies weren't as bad. The redhead had yet to be able to stay around any animal that wasn't either a fish or a naked mole rat. She'd managed to have one of those as a kid without hassle. Now though she travelled so much for work that she didn't have time for a pet even if she could have one without dying. "Really? It's rare to find another person who is actually allergic to animals. Nearly everyone I meet thinks it's the worst thing in the world to be allergic to them." And that was completely true. She'd actually met an old Ukrainian woman that told her that being allergic to animals must have been the work of the devil. Of course, that same woman had thought without a doubt in her mind that Meghan was a succubus intent on leading men to their death with her sexuality. Either that or a siren intent on luring men to their deaths. Either way it was assumed that Meghan was intent on destroying men with her body or voice. The redhead had laughed for a good day when she'd heard that.
Rolling her eyes playfully when he called her a clown she allowed him to walk past her to the bathroom, keeping her eyes on the way the muscles in his back moved as he walked. Definitely a winner, she thought, grinning. She didn't stray too far in case he continued speaking, but she did allow herself to actually have a good look around the bedroom and living room. "Well when you put it like that," she began, pausing for emphasis. "Of course I want to know." Laughing softly when he began speaking, starting with a 'if you must know'. She had no problem pressuring people into answering questions about themselves. Especially if she was going to be spending a lot of her time with them. So yes, she did need to know. But the actual answer shocked the hell out of her. Cats? Who was scared of cats? She'd heard of people who were scared of dogs, but dogs bit. Cats scratched, she supposed, but the majority of the time it wasn't really bad. Not like a dog that could literally bite your face off. "Well that's a new one," she murmured. He probably had a good reason, which she would get out of him later, but for now she had two fears of his on file. Elevators and cats. At least he isn't boring, she thought wryly.
She followed him into the kitchen as he kept talking, asking her if there was anything specific that she disliked. She was fairly certain that he wouldn't want the entire list of things she didn't like, but it wouldn't hurt to share a few of the important ones. "Cold weather. I absolutely detest being cold," she answered. They were going to have serious problems, or a very long distance marriage, if he decided that he wanted to live somewhere cold. She had no plans on ever moving back to the cold. Ever. "I hate people that let everyone walk all over them because they are afraid of upsetting the other person. Or people that lie to make other people feel better. I hate that." Reaching up into the cabinet for her own glass she filled it from the tap and took a few sips thinking of what else she could tell him. While there were a lot of things she disliked -- mushrooms, perms, tag body spray -- she didn't think these things were important enough to mention just now. They had plenty of time to get to know more about each other. But there was one thing... one thing that she hated even more than cold weather and doormats. One thing that would literally kill their relationship because she wasn't willing to put up with it. Married, or not. "And I have absolutely zero tolerance for ultimatums. My last serious boyfriend wanted to get married and I wasn't ready so he told me that either we got married or he was going to break up with me. So I broke up with him. Nobody else gets to tell me I have to do something or I'll lose something else because chances are what I will lose isn't as important as the reason I don't want to do it in the first place."
Rant over she stretched her legs out in front of her, crossing them at the ankle while she leaned back against the opposite counter. "Any of that going to be a problem for you?" she asked him. She wanted to know now if it would be. Finishing off the glass of water she put it in the sink to be washed out later. "I'm going to go get my purse." It was a short walk to the bedroom here her purse was located. Switching everything she had in her clutch for the wedding into her purse she pulled it up onto her shoulder and tilted her head. "You ready to paint the town red?" She waited again for him to get himself ready to go so they could head out. "Where are you from anyway? I mean, I get the accent so I'm assuming South America, but where exactly? And where have you been staying since you've been in the US?"
Hearing a quiet ping go off from her purse as she waited she dug around for the iPhone that was alerting her of a text message. The palm sized case with pearls and flowers glued on finally came in contact with her fingers and the swiped her thumb across the screen as she pulled it out. Reading over the message she laughed, biting her lip when she realized how loud she probably was. Looking up from the screen to her new husband she tapped out her answer quickly, the smile playing on her lips the entire time.
✉xxto: meghan
✉xxfrom: daphne
✉xxmessage: babygirl tell me all about it.
✉xxmessage: have you made it to the bed yet?
✉xxmessage: is he as built as he seemed?
✉xxmessage: what's he packing? scale of 1-10.
✉xxmessage: give me all the deets woman!
✉xxfrom: meghan
✉xxto: daphne
✉xxmessage: sorry dollface. i don't kiss and tell.
✉xxmessage: but i will tell you one thing..
✉xxmessage: the accent is potentially hotter
✉xxmessage: than the six pack and V together.
Putting her phone away she ran her fingers through her hair and called out over her shoulder. "I'll see you downstairs, hmm?" She understood that he had a fear of elevators, but that didn't mean she was going to use the stairs all the time just for that reason. She didn't have her car with her at this apartment building, but she figured that she could walk anywhere they needed to go anyway. She was used to walking in heels all the time so they didn't even bother her that much. Vaguely wondering how fast the elevator would go and if she would manage to beat him downstairs she grinned again at the thought of Daphne's text. It was just like the girl to start question things like that. The elevator was fast, but she figured that someone could probably run down the stairs faster if they actually wanted to. She felt slightly rude about leaving him upstairs but he would have to get used to it. She would not be using the stairs that night either, especially since they would be going to a club. She had every intention of having wine with dinner and clubs always equalled alcohol. While she didn't make it a habit of getting wasted, she did like having a good time and alcohol made everything more fun. Yeah.. tonight was going to be a blast.
ooc|| sorry for the crap ending.. i just wanted to get them out of the apartment but blanked on how to do it.
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