Jul 08, 2008 20:17
Arsene was still asleep, undisturbed by Percy's sudden awakefulness. Though it was possible that the French vampire was simply used to his restlessness. The sun was still trying to peek through the curtains as he moodily popped the cap off a bottle of gin, pouring himself a tall glass. He downed the first glass before he poured a second and moved toward the couch, only to be interrupted by a knock at the door.
He jerked the door open with a grunt, his chest bare and sleep pants hung low on his thin hips. The two girls and their mother stared for a moment, before mouthing wordless a moment.
"What?"
"Do...do you want to buy some cookies?" One of them asked, "for, for our fundraiser..."
"No..."
The mother looked caught somewhere between offended and worried as she looked at him, "sir, I'm sorry we didn't mean to disturb you. But if you could just help the girls out, it is for a tr-"
"No." He repeated sternly, lifting his glass to his lips as he pushed the door closed with his foot. Stupid neighbors. That was the fourth group in the last several weeks to stop by asking for damn monies.
Flopping into the couch, he rested the bottle of gin on his stomach, while slipping from his glass. His nightmares were still lingering about his head.
anson,
usa,
2008,
new york,
rp