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 Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 4:17 pm
Nye didn't really realize it himself, and didn't feel self-conscious at all about having a gaudy pink ice cube tray. He himself was feeling a bit tired. And a bit sore.
"Mm, tell me about it. You wanna crash here again, or what?" Maybe they'd try the shopping thing again tomorrow, seeing as their biggest threat was hopefully convicted. That, and Nye'd come armed the next time. Stupid of him to get caught so off-guard, really.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 4:28 pm
Busy rubbing at her eyes with the ball of her hand - all traces of makeup having been removed earlier when she'd scrubbed her face - Ivie nodded. She'd feel bad but this was the second time she'd spent the night here, and surely he wouldn't let her if he did mind...right? Right. Besides, the couch was so comfortable...
"If you don't mind, I might, yeah..." Nye should be happy, Ivie was letting him do all sorts of things for her today. A moment later, however, she froze. "Oh no, I have work tomorrow...maybe I could call in sick...but..."
So Ivie didn't feel like working after being horribly assulted. It was fair enough, really, but she was the sort of girl who only ever called in sick if she was practically dying. Ah, the choices...
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 4:35 pm
With some funny sound effect, Nye pulled his phone out of its wall socket and held it out to Ivie. Calling in sick, in his opinion, was a wise, wise thing to do. Otherwise, she'd have to deal with rumors and questions and all that good stuff. Even Nye took recovery days sometimes! "Here. I'll take you out again tomorrow and we can... have a recoup day. Play dress-up, have tea parties. Sleep in, you know?"
Always the friendly one, eh Hemmingway? He'd have to call in "sick" too, but it's not like he minded. Give Denise something to worry over, Tim and Zack something to gossip about. That annoying blonde who came in every five weeks to get a trim and hit on him continuously would be avoided, too. Sick days were fuuun.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 4:54 pm
"Nye Hemmingway, you are most deffinately a bad influence on me." Ivie said shortly but the smile and her taking the phone without further argument quite clearly said that, right now, she hardly minded. The hospital staff number was promptly dialed and after a short, to the point conversation with Melissa ("No, I'm not dying, Mel.") Ivie clicked the device shut again, handing it back to Nye.
"If we're having a recoup day, do you mind if I bus over to the police station? They might give me one of those 'time off work' slips, like the doctor does..."
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 5:28 pm
Nye stuck his tongue out at her and waited as she called in to the infamous Melissa. Leave it to her to assume that Ivie was dying. Then again, leave it to Ivie to only take sick days off if she was close to it.
Ah, bad influence, but positive result. She'd be able to get some rest.
As Nye placed the phone back on the charger, Ivie shot her question at him. Thoughtfully, he sighed. "I'll just drive you down there when you wanna go. It's easier, and cheaper."
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 5:46 pm
"And it's more inconvinient for you." Ivie finished, poking her tongue out right back at him and curling her feet back onto the couch. "But I'll argue with you about it in the morning...for now...I'm going to hog your couch." A yawn escaped her as she reached back and fumbled with her hair clips, letting her red curls loose. She could never sleep with it in a ponytail, it was way too uncomfortable.
Sinking down to indeed hog the rest of the sofa, prodding Nye with her feet, Ivie snagged one of the couch cushions as a makeshift pillow. Seems someone was ready to sleep.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 6:38 pm
Nye stood from the couch and went over to dim the lights, and just as he turned to say good night to Ivie, the biggest atrocity happened. She just... let down her hair. That was not going to fly in his house. "Thaat's it."
Quickly, Nye flew into his room and came back with a hairbrush. It was promptly cleaned as he stood before Ivie and tapped his foot impatiently. "Sit up, or that amount of bags by the door is doubling in the morning."
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 6:47 pm
To her credit, Ivie had no idea what on earth was wrong with taking down one's hair, and had no idea why on earth it would offend Nye so. Neither does her author, but we'll go with the theory that Nye's just a strange man. While Nye had been having his little horror time in his head, Ivie had gotten settled and was about to doze off when her host suddenly appeared in front of her, weilding a hairbrush.
Huh?
"What?" Yes, the poor girl was rather confused, but she did as asked. You didn't want to mess with a hairdresser weilding his hairbrush, after all. "Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry! I'll sleep on the rug instead if you want me to..." Bad, bad Ivie! Don't panic!
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 6:50 pm
Nye pulled four seemingly high-quality hair bands out of his pocket (how you could tell that they were high-quality, the author does not know, nor does she know why such things were in Nye's pocket in the first place) and strapped them onto his wrist. Without saying a word, he moved behind the couch, pulled Ivie's hair out from between the furniture and her back and began... grooming it?
The top layers were tied up into one haphazard bun atop her head, while the bottom got worked through with the ... surprisingly gentle hairbrush. Either that, or Nye was really good at brushing hair. Probably both. "If you leave curly hair down like that, it'll get all tangled and be hell to take care of in the morning."
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 6:58 pm
You can tell high-quality hair-ties, they're the sort that don't snap after two uses. Anyway, Ivie remained confused as Nye moved around until his hands found her hair. Oh. Trust a hairdresser to get a**l about other people's hair when they sleep. Honestly.
"I always sleep with it down, though." She protested. "It gets caught in the bands if I tie...it back...feel free to brush it, though..." It was a little known fact that Ivie Callaghan enjoyed having her hair brushed, but that was mostly because no-one ever really offered. As a child she'd tried to keep her mother doing her hair for as long as possible because it was relaxing, and brushing it yourself never brought on quite the same feeling. Green eyes closed happily and Ivie just...relaxed. Happy. She might have crooned but she wasn't sure, and really didn't care.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 7:02 pm
There was a point in the middle of doing the second layer when Nye leaned over her head, only to find her eyes closed. With a soft chuckle, he slowed down in the brush strokes.
The man was not a liar. He liked her hair, it was soft and a very fun texture, and he wouldn't mind playing with it on a daily basis. You could get curly hair to do so much stuff! The buns were so fun, though. Curly, to Nye, meant carefree, and that was totally his favorite adjective.
Slowly, Nye continued brushing the layers individually, and then the entire mass of hair all together before putting it into a nice, loose bun, and leaving the hairbrush at the coffee table. "There you go. Trust a hairdresser to get a**l about hair, right?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 7:07 pm
Curly, to Ivie, meant that it constantly tangled though was styled enough to do very little with. Red, however, meant you got all sorts of attention that you probably didn't want. It was the colour, she knew, and she'd vaguely considered dying her hair blonde or brown to avoid it. She couldn't never quite bring herself to. It just didn't feel right.
When Nye finally finished up - it must have taken him around twenty minutes to do a five minute job - Ivie let out a quiet whine and a pout. She'd enjoyed that, she really had, but no doubt Nye had better things to do...and she was so tired. A tired, dopey smile was sent in his direction as Ivie appeared to fall to the side, back onto her makeshift pillow, completely content for now. "Thanks..." Another yawn. "For brushing it...it was nice....g'night..."
For someone who'd only woken up at noon, Ivie sure was tired.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 7:16 pm
"Niight."
Nye was completely content that night as he plopped down, dog at his feet, and fell fast asleep.
A not-so-early riser by nature, Nye had only woken up ... eh, eleven-thirty, per se. He stretched, got up, took a shower, et cetera, whatever men do when they wake up, yanno? Out of the bathroom by quarter past noon, Nye was about to wish Ivie a good morningnoon when he saw that she was still fast asleep.
Giving a weird look in her direction, Nye scratched his still moist head. "Leave it to her to sleep in... Never would've thought," he whispered to himself. Huh. What to do?
Nye went into the kitchen and began to reach for the eggs to make breakfast, one of the things he actually didn't fail at making, when his chalkboard caught his eye. The DO NOT COOK outnumbered the SUCCESS collumn by far, but it did not include packaged cookies.
Hmm.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 7:23 pm
Ivie had been completely and utterly wiped out by the events of the day before. Passing out and stress did that to a person, and if Nye's ego would like to know, Ivie felt completely at ease inside the man's apartment. Strange, when you consider the other man in her life. It was around twelve-thirty when the girl finally showed signs of life, mumbling incoherently and clinging tighter to her pillow. It was the smell of burning that caused bleary eyes to pry themselves open. Burning. That wasn't a good thing.
"Nye?" Caution laced Ivie's tone as she sat up. "Is the house on fire?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 7:27 pm
There was a sudden hissing and a bit of coughing as Nye finished up with the fire extinguisher, those awkward baking mits still on his hand. As he set the red tank down, a window or three were promptly cracked open to avoid the fire alarms going off. That'd just be bad.
"Erm... I ... made you cookies?"
A few scraping noises later, Nye pulled out a tray of black... crisps covered partially in white foam. Expert hairdresser, failure cook. "Sorta."
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