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Who: Audra (JILL), Vegas (QUEEN OF HEARTS), Miles (GLINDA)
When: The same night as this.
Where: Miles's flat, Greenwich Village
What: Miles horribly embarrasses himself in front of two people who have known him since childhood. Mortification FTW.
Rating: Uh. PG/PG-13 for possible language? In progress.
( 'Hey, let's have some delightful Oz bonding. But hmm, whatever can we do? Oh, I KNOW, let's jump on the shirtless bandwagon with that strange Diaz guy.' )
When: The same night as this.
Where: Miles's flat, Greenwich Village
What: Miles horribly embarrasses himself in front of two people who have known him since childhood. Mortification FTW.
Rating: Uh. PG/PG-13 for possible language? In progress.
( 'Hey, let's have some delightful Oz bonding. But hmm, whatever can we do? Oh, I KNOW, let's jump on the shirtless bandwagon with that strange Diaz guy.' )
Miles topless. The thought to Audra was more pleasant then she'd thought. Somewhere deep down, she had a bit of a crush on him maybe, but she for once she was nervous about it. Audra flirted alot, with just about everyone but she never did anything about it really for many different reasons. Miles was different. But that didn't mean she didn't want to see him naked. Er. Half naked.
She'd gotten her stuff together, grabbing her camera just in case one was needed but she wasn't going to embarrass him and take a picture for her own sake. She could wait like a good girl. Getting into the car, she headed over to Miles building, about ten minutes after Vegas showed up.
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"Hey," Miles's voice greeted before he'd even finished opening the door. "Thank you for coming over. You are my own personal hero, you know that?" The smile was lopsided, but at least he had recovered enough to try. "C'mon in. I have wine. And margarita stuff, actually. Or orange juice and soda, if you prefer. Uh - help yourself? Unless you can't find the corkscrew, in which case you're not alone. I can't find the stupid thing either. I've been looking for the last ten minutes."
Once Kaitlynn had made it inside, he padded off across the wood floor and into the living room to turn down the music. There was a sort of standing arrangement at Miles's house: "make yourself at home." The place was still somewhat austere, as he hadn't entirely finished unpacking, but all of the furniture was in place and he'd managed to get up the entertainment system.
By the time Audra arrived, Miles had already pulled out the wine glasses and uncorked a bottle of pinot noir and, regardless of whether or not Vegas was drinking, had poured a glass for himself. The corkscrew had been underneath some potholders sitting beside the range. Alas. It was always the most obvious spot, right?
Audra had been waved in much the same way, and after he'd offered her a drink, Miles leaned back against the countertop.
"...so. I have the camera. Uh. Where do you think we should do this? Just in front of a wall, or something?"
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