Oh god, it was too early. Why was I out in public before noon? I'm missing all my morning shows! Dougie has a decent television set. And a really comfy couch
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"Riiight," I tell her, with mock enthusiasm while leaning on the handle of my cart. So far I've filled it with some paint palats, and a few needed kitchen supplies; pots, pans, cups, mugs, coffee maker, utensils. "I'll go ahead and paint the living room a salmon pink and my bedroom a bright yellow, too. That way its a fiesta wherever I step!" I nod at her encouragingly with a stupid smile.
Smiling. I haven't been able to wipe one off my face since this morning. Most of it has to do with finally being able to do something with Danni. The other? Well. I nudge her ankle with my foot as I walk past a dozen beds. "I need a long bed. Looonnng."
I ignore her sarcasm and instead flash her with a bright smile. "That would be awesome! You could pretend you moved to Puerto Vallarta. I bet Mr. Clean would look awesome in just a poncho."
I wink at her before taking another sip of my drink. Coffee. Sweet sweet coffee. Almost better than cigarettes. And sex. But not quite. If only I could do all three at once... while covered in chocolate...
I blink as she smacks on of the beds. "Can't he just dangle his feet over the edge? Isn't he used to that by now?" I bat my eyelashes at her to stem off any smack in my direction. "He'd look cute with his toes wiggling over the edge."
I turn my face to her and blink. She is not serious. God I love her. "I don't really think that's going to be comfortable for him..." Wait, what did I just admit to? Damn you, Danni. You're good.
I push the cart aside, take a running leap and bounce on one of the beds. "Owwwww," I groan, laying on my back. "This isn't comfortable at all, what the hell, do they just have a board under this thing?" I pull back the blankets to look.
I smirk at her. Gotcha. It's good to know Mr. Longlegs will be keeping her company at this new place. She could do with that distraction.
I'd race to join her on the bed, but my coffee is still working it's way through my system. I lean against the cart and tilt my head at her. "That's what you get for jumpin' on the bed." I almost said 'for pulling a Dorkian', but I stopped myself, because I'm smooth like that. Damn I won't be able to make that joke for a while around her any more. Once again I curse you PerPer.
I watch her pull back the blankets to inspect the bed. "So I guess we're not getting that one?"
"No," I growl toward the bed, not at her. Whoever would have thought something that looked that soft could be hard as a rock. I sit up and walk back to her, then steal her cup so that I can have a sip.
"You have to start picking things out for the guest bedroom. I'm calling it the Danni Room. Creative, I know, but you'll have to forgive me for having to rush to get things in here." Not that I minded staying at the office, but now that I actually had an apartment, I really wanted to get the whole decorating thing over with. "Soo," I say, offhand while picking up a random minature desk that you can put rings in. I throw it in the cart because who the hell knows what he might need that for, but it seems like a good idea now. In fact, there's a whole shelf full of doll things. Hmm. I start picking and choosing at will.
"Did Dougie keep good company?" I ask her, with a small grin on my face. I'm almost positive that the guy was going to get into work a nervous wreck.
I pout out my lower lip as she steals some of my coffee. But then again she did pay for it. Damn it. I need it more.
"Oh! How about lavender? It's soothing and calming. Especially for my hangovers." I flash a grin at her. I love decorating almost as much as clothes shopping. Almost.
Then I clear my throat and glance away, tugging at one of the bins of pillows in the middle of the isle. I can be mysterious about my love life too. "Oh, you know. He's a guy. Kind of quiet. But his couch is comfy."
His couch? That's not like Danni. Did someone switch out our brains to some other beings recently? I put my hand on the middle of her back and nod. "'Lavender is soothing' roughly translates to 'I want colors that bring out my eyes when I have someone over,' right?" I nudge her a little to keep going and to get away from the teensie furniture. I had almost a whole house worth in there and I'm pretty sure that's not what I came for here.
"He was quiet because he wanted you and nearly pissed his pants over thinking so," I tell her, squinting down at rugs, now. Hmm, no, better not. Not until its all painted. "I'll give you keys to my apartment too." I pause and blink. Damnit Jordan! Too?
"You're the one that dragged me out before noon, missy." I yawn and nod. "And it does. Bring out my eyes. Not to mention it's feminine without being girly. Pink rooms are so 'my sweet sixteen'. And I am not a barbie doll, thank you very much." Okay, maybe I'm waking up now. Possibly.
I smirk at her with a knowing look at her comments about Dougie. Okay fine, I'll spill some. Damn how does she keep up with her myserious-ness with Mister Clean?
"Well duh. What guy wouldn't be fawning over me? I've never had one be so... sweet though. It's kind of unnerving, ya know? Like, when is he going to turn into a serial killer or somethin'? Because that's totally how it usually goes with me. He can't be that sweet. He hasn't even tried to walk in on me in the shower!" And I left the door unlocked and everything.
I nearly miss what she says, distracted with thoughts of Doug. But I do catch it. I drop my jaw as I tilt my head. "Toooo?" And then I gasp. "Jordan! Didyougivehimakeyalready?!"
I was about to say something about Doug working in the morgue, but then she squeaked seven words into a rapid sentence and I'm wincing some more. "I may have," I tell her, busying myself with a vase to keep her from seeing the blush on my face.
Sure, now its a laughing matter. Before when I was threatening Kevin Casey with hugs, I wanted to absolutely cry. "I may have told him he has to help me move in, too." There. That sounded ballsy. God, I'm getting pathetic.
"Wow," I mouth as I take this all in. I guess she was dealing with PerPer's going for the rainbow-draped buttsex better than I thought.
I suddenly nod to myself. "Well, good." I decide out loud. "He should have a key. I mean, like we want to be around when he's hauling in all your new furniture. That's boring. And time far better spent at the bar down the street while he finishes." I grin at her. "Plus it's more fun to make him move stuff twice when we return to decorate."
I grin at her. "I was thinking that I'd help him." Let's see, how long had I been with Perry? And during the divorce, how long had I lived with our bitch of a mother? Again, how long after that did I live with Perry? I wanted to decorate my own place for once without the hassle of...well, no one ever really told me no if I wanted to decorate but still.
If I kept shooting these things at my sister, she was going to find Perry and ask him how come he had me get a labotomy. "We can go to the bar after, though. I'll make sure to move on a day where you're hung over and somewhere on someone's bed." It wasn't disrespectful. Danni and I had sexual power on top of every other power that we could possess, and we knew it.
I actually giggle at her. Oh god I love her. "Thank you for being so considerate. And here's hoping Dougie's bed is as comfy as his couch." I grin wide at her before nudging her side. "So what about your bedroom? Other than the extra roomy bed." I waggle my eyebrows at her.
I grin at her giggle. Its so cute. "Just do me a favor and don't do that thing you do if you bring him over. Not sex, you can totally do that, but I swear if you make him scream your name I'm going to come in there and smother you both."
I guide her toward the bathroom things because, of course, I have to get some items from that section. "I need a shelf space. He has a lot of...things that would probably do better safe in my bedroom than office. I swear to God, Danni, he's got this amazing model of the hospital that he did up himself. Its uncanny...and...uh," I duck my face away again because I'm rambling without really insulting someone, and that's just not right. Hmm.
I tilt an eyebrow at her. "I don't make them scream my name..." I simply have super powers. How can they help themselves?
I lean against the cart and watch her go on about this Mister Clean's little projects. I cock my mouth open to the side as she rambles off into nothing. "Uh huh." I swear he must be really something in the sack. All that height. What with the way she keeps going on about him. "You really like him, don't you." It's not a question.
I sigh, drop my head, and stop the cart in the process. "Is that wrong?" I ask her. I still can't get what I asked Kevin out of my head, but I really don't feel bad for this. First it was something to get Perry back, but I really do care for him.
"You know what? We should go ahead and go visit Ben after this," I tell her, softly.
I reach a hand to place it over hers on the cart, squeezing. "No. It's good. Really good. Because he's got to be really something, Jordan, to get you like this. Really. And I'm glad." I swallow and look away from her as she mentions Ben. God, I hate cemeteries. Sure it's going to visit Ben, who is probably snapping inappropriate photos from above of hot chicks come to morn for their dead great-uncles or something. But still. I suppress a shudder. "If you want. I go where you go today."
Smiling. I haven't been able to wipe one off my face since this morning. Most of it has to do with finally being able to do something with Danni. The other? Well. I nudge her ankle with my foot as I walk past a dozen beds. "I need a long bed. Looonnng."
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I wink at her before taking another sip of my drink. Coffee. Sweet sweet coffee. Almost better than cigarettes. And sex. But not quite. If only I could do all three at once... while covered in chocolate...
I blink as she smacks on of the beds. "Can't he just dangle his feet over the edge? Isn't he used to that by now?" I bat my eyelashes at her to stem off any smack in my direction. "He'd look cute with his toes wiggling over the edge."
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I push the cart aside, take a running leap and bounce on one of the beds. "Owwwww," I groan, laying on my back. "This isn't comfortable at all, what the hell, do they just have a board under this thing?" I pull back the blankets to look.
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I'd race to join her on the bed, but my coffee is still working it's way through my system. I lean against the cart and tilt my head at her. "That's what you get for jumpin' on the bed." I almost said 'for pulling a Dorkian', but I stopped myself, because I'm smooth like that. Damn I won't be able to make that joke for a while around her any more. Once again I curse you PerPer.
I watch her pull back the blankets to inspect the bed. "So I guess we're not getting that one?"
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"You have to start picking things out for the guest bedroom. I'm calling it the Danni Room. Creative, I know, but you'll have to forgive me for having to rush to get things in here." Not that I minded staying at the office, but now that I actually had an apartment, I really wanted to get the whole decorating thing over with. "Soo," I say, offhand while picking up a random minature desk that you can put rings in. I throw it in the cart because who the hell knows what he might need that for, but it seems like a good idea now. In fact, there's a whole shelf full of doll things. Hmm. I start picking and choosing at will.
"Did Dougie keep good company?" I ask her, with a small grin on my face. I'm almost positive that the guy was going to get into work a nervous wreck.
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"Oh! How about lavender? It's soothing and calming. Especially for my hangovers." I flash a grin at her. I love decorating almost as much as clothes shopping. Almost.
Then I clear my throat and glance away, tugging at one of the bins of pillows in the middle of the isle. I can be mysterious about my love life too. "Oh, you know. He's a guy. Kind of quiet. But his couch is comfy."
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"He was quiet because he wanted you and nearly pissed his pants over thinking so," I tell her, squinting down at rugs, now. Hmm, no, better not. Not until its all painted. "I'll give you keys to my apartment too." I pause and blink. Damnit Jordan! Too?
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I smirk at her with a knowing look at her comments about Dougie. Okay fine, I'll spill some. Damn how does she keep up with her myserious-ness with Mister Clean?
"Well duh. What guy wouldn't be fawning over me? I've never had one be so... sweet though. It's kind of unnerving, ya know? Like, when is he going to turn into a serial killer or somethin'? Because that's totally how it usually goes with me. He can't be that sweet. He hasn't even tried to walk in on me in the shower!" And I left the door unlocked and everything.
I nearly miss what she says, distracted with thoughts of Doug. But I do catch it. I drop my jaw as I tilt my head. "Toooo?" And then I gasp. "Jordan! Didyougivehimakeyalready?!"
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Sure, now its a laughing matter. Before when I was threatening Kevin Casey with hugs, I wanted to absolutely cry. "I may have told him he has to help me move in, too." There. That sounded ballsy. God, I'm getting pathetic.
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I suddenly nod to myself. "Well, good." I decide out loud. "He should have a key. I mean, like we want to be around when he's hauling in all your new furniture. That's boring. And time far better spent at the bar down the street while he finishes." I grin at her. "Plus it's more fun to make him move stuff twice when we return to decorate."
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If I kept shooting these things at my sister, she was going to find Perry and ask him how come he had me get a labotomy. "We can go to the bar after, though. I'll make sure to move on a day where you're hung over and somewhere on someone's bed." It wasn't disrespectful. Danni and I had sexual power on top of every other power that we could possess, and we knew it.
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I guide her toward the bathroom things because, of course, I have to get some items from that section. "I need a shelf space. He has a lot of...things that would probably do better safe in my bedroom than office. I swear to God, Danni, he's got this amazing model of the hospital that he did up himself. Its uncanny...and...uh," I duck my face away again because I'm rambling without really insulting someone, and that's just not right. Hmm.
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I lean against the cart and watch her go on about this Mister Clean's little projects. I cock my mouth open to the side as she rambles off into nothing. "Uh huh." I swear he must be really something in the sack. All that height. What with the way she keeps going on about him. "You really like him, don't you." It's not a question.
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"You know what? We should go ahead and go visit Ben after this," I tell her, softly.
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