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 Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 7:56 pm
"Oh, you are so nice" - the Dude smiled at Greer and clumsily sat on the floor next to her, letting his hurt head rest on the bed. This way he didnt' even need to work to hold it up too much. Good.
"Yeah, food sounds great. Thank you so much." - he added very sincerely.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 8:01 pm
Opening the basket, Greer pulled out all the food she'd been collecting prior to her tray being kidnapped by the cafeteria lady - two steaks and ceasar salad for her, a plate of turkey dinner and spaghetti with meatballs for him since she hadn't really been sure what to get him, along with a porkchop for the Captain - and things she hadn't grabbed, like two pitchers full of orange juice, two glasses, and an ice pack. Greer pulled out the cold bag, blinked at it, and handed it over to her companion.
"For your head, I think. Man, that woman thinks of everything."
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 8:11 pm
The Dude gratefull took the icepack and put it against his throbbing head: "Man, this is one time I am glad they have cameras in my bathroom. Pervs ..."
With his free hand he picked up the OJ pitcher and started drinking straight from it. He went thru about half of it, then sat it down next to him, wiped his mouth with his flipper and finally smiled in earnest at Greer: "You are sooo niceeeeeee ..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 8:15 pm
Greer chuckled, spreading the picnic blanket out over the carpet and opening food containers. "Glad to be of service. I had to do something to convince myself you weren't dead in here."
Doleing out cutlery and napkins, she started chowing down on her salad with gusto. "Be proud of me - I became an impromtu tide pool guide in your absence this morning."
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 8:19 pm
"Oh, no worries, half a bottle of Jack ain't gonna bring me down. Just create much embarassment." - he tentatively placed a meatball in his mouth and swallowed. The stomach approved. Glad about that, the Dude began eating in earnest.
"Pool guide? Heh. Were you as successful as me in snagging a pretty girl, though?" - he grinned.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 8:21 pm
Greer coughed, blushing a little. Setting down her plate carefully, she folded her hands and sighed. "Her name is Cloche."
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 8:33 pm
The Dude put the ice pack down and flipped it over, then pressed it back against his head.
"Ooooh. Colche. I heard of her ... from Aubrey. How ... how is she?" - the Dude remembered Colche back story and it made the hair on his neck stand.
He concetrated on eating the meatballs, picking them out of the spaghetti. Trying to eat the pasta required agility and concentration, two thing that the Dude just didn't have right now.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 8:39 pm
She need to work on her attempts at humor. Picking her plate back up, she finished of the salad and started on the steaks. "A very sweet girl who's very eager to learn. I swear, if she had asked me about one more sea creature I would have had to make the names up. We also built sandcastles, which she is amazingly good at, and discussed the finer points of starfish bravery."
Pouring herself a glass of orange juice from the non-Sean pitcher, she remember the item im her pocket. "Oh yeah! I also found this." She dug out the sand dollar skeleton and held it out to him.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 8:47 pm
The Dude looked down when Greer spoke about Colche, his face hidden behind the curtain of matted hair. Greer must not know, the Dude thought. Well, for the better. He himself was a bit afraid to face Colche, since, being male and all, he didn't want her to get scared and look at him hate. How could somebody done this to a child ...
Shrugging off the depressing thoughts, he put the fork down and stretched his hand to take the sand dollar: "Oooh ... I used to gather these when I was a kid. Is ti for me?" - he looked at her thru the dreads.
Well, actually, when he stretched out his hand to take the sand dollar he mostly wanted to take Greer's hand, but you know ... details ...
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 8:53 pm
"Yup! Doesn't really match my bug geek decor." She grinned, passing it over and perfectly happy about the hand contact that occured as well. An unbidden memory of things discussed with Aubrey earlier that day made her frantically search for a different topic to focus on.
"Um, so, besides the waking up this morning pain, did you enjoy last night?" Not exactly a safe topic, but it was the best she could come up with on short notice.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 9:14 pm
He put the now melting icepack down on the carpeted floor and looked at the sand dollar. God, his head hurt. But when Greer mentioend last night, the Dude jsut couldn't resist to tease her.
"Yeah, especially the part where you shook your tail feathers. Now, that was a vision I will not forget for a while. Hot STUFF! How'd you learn to dance like that? And I thought you were all shy and bashfull" - he grinned at her, still holding the sand dollar.
((sorry for the delay, minor wireless issues over here))
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 9:19 pm
Oh god. It was her own fault for bringing that up, really. Pity there hadn't been enough alcohol on his system to erase that particular memory.
Sighing, she stood up and stepped over the foor to his side of the spread, sitting down next to him so she could bury her burning face in his shoulder. "I took latin dance classes when I was a kid. Mum was trying to make me socialize."
((No problem!))
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 9:42 pm
"You looked incredible. Honestly didnt' think you had it in you, Greer. I am impressed to death" - he petted the raven head that was hiding in his shoulder, glad that Greer had finally come over. It's not taht he was playing hard to get, but it wasn't exactly easy to move around right now. And he wasn't quite sure if she wanted company right now, since he probably looked scary at the moment, that with his blood shot eyes and a growing lump on the back of his head. Thank heavens he brushed his teeth.
"So is your mom Hispanic? Where did you get the dancing gene from?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 9:48 pm
He was turning her into pet cat with all this hair petting. Smiling to herself, she snuggled under his arm and began to inspect one of his flippered hands as a rather lame excuse for the preceding action. "Mum's Irish - really, really Irish. That's where Greer comes from. They dance, but not like that. My Dad was the one who liked to dance - he was Moroccan straight from Morrocco - and he always played Spanish dance music on the stereo when he was in a good mood."
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 9:57 pm
"Oh wow, Moroccan, huh? Like, Casablanca and stuff? That's pretty exotic." - he mused. "I'm Irish, too. I bet you could guess that from my name ..." He let her hair be, watching Greer's slender fingers fuss over his flippered hand. The membranes were thin, almost translucent, but tough and leathery to the touch. Then something set of a little bell in the Dude's mind.
"What do you mean your Dad ... was." - he asked quietly.
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