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Post by kyle on Apr 19, 2011 15:25:23 GMT -5
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Kyle might be willing to go out of his way for a complete stranger and see that he did not do anything stupid to hurt himself or someone else, but he was not Riley’s keeper. He did not feel the compulsion, even while burying the younger man under a barrage of words, to dominate his attention. In fact, his fast-talking mouth was a defense mechanism. He had learned that while he was rambling off and turning a person’s brain to overwhelmed mush, they did not notice much else. One might wonder, without knowing Kyle for his lifetime, what he could be so insecure about, but after living in his brother’s academic shadow for so long, it was a hard habit and sensation to break. As such, conclusions about him were often the exact opposite from the truth – and he was just fine with that.
As was he that an equally glassy-eyed woman of similar age to Riley seemed so keen to draw his attention away. Kyle still listened in unabashedly, and laughed when Riley responded with such disdain to being accused of being gay. He might have rattled off his own monologue to back Riley up, but a stack of pancakes blocked his view as they were set on the table with an extra plate. He was not really all that hungry at this hour, but he took a couple just for the sake of Riley not eating alone and moistened them with a swirl of blueberry syrup. Some men might have turned up their noses, with wives at home and mothers from their childhood who made better food at the stove. Being sent away for boarding school as a boy by a pretentious mom, and now with an adorable wife who’s idea of cooking was defrosting pre-made food, allowed Kyle to let out a satisfied little [white]“Mm,”[/white] as he distracted himself.
He was pleased at least that he had gotten a smile out of the inebriated fellow, even in his drunken state he seemed to have too serious an air for his own good. But like his wife, for all her earnest, there was something approachable about him. An unassuming quality, which made him easy to connect with when the silent type might typically come off as disinterested. All in all, Kyle decidedly liked him. Not in a way that should find truth in this drunken girl’s query, but he definitely did not feel as though he was wasting his time with some loser who he had happened across in a routine night.
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Post by brooke on Apr 19, 2011 16:02:59 GMT -5
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Now one should probably feel a little embarrassed about questioning a guy’s sexuality, especially when he reacted as defensively as Riley did. One really should not have asked in the first place. But it could not be entirely unexpected from the girl who did not even recall having asked him the first place when she turned back around, only knowing that they had been talking… sort of. And as she saw it, he should have been sitting with some pretty, dolled up to the nines girl with the boobs he was so fond of hanging out and clutched to his toned arm like static cling. What was a girl supposed to think when he preferred to sit with an oversized muscle head on date night who could probably bite the tops off beer bottles with the way he worked his jaws. It just didn’t add up. It was mostly out of wishful thinking, general curiosity, and currently a total lack of etiquette that would make her father groan that lead her to ask upon impulse.
Entirely missing that Riley had denied the accusation, and forgetting that she cared to begin with, Brooke looked over his slight smile, wondering briefly what it was that he was smiling about. Or why he should be interested in her name in the first place. The temporary confusion must have been apparent on her face, which was not at all unlikely with the numerous expressions that she had, because her friend leaned in and reminded her that Brooke had brazenly given him her number. [white]“Oh!”[/white] She exclaimed with more enthusiasm and grinned at him, [white]“It’s Brooklyn. Hayes. That’s my name. Did that rhyme?”[/white] Her friend’s rolled eyes suggested that it had not. Brooke shrugged indifferently and laughed.
As though anything more than a few moments had past, she frowned, [white]“Hey now, I gave you mine, it’s only fair I get yours. Wait, no, I want to guess.”[/white] Spinning about again with an Oh God murmured from her right, Brooke took his chin to make him look back more and appraised his face so long that one might think there was a prize involved for guessing correctly. [white] “Mark.”[/white] She decided with confidence that might suggest to someone living under a rock that there were ten names at best to choose for a guy.
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Post by riley on Apr 27, 2011 18:29:11 GMT -5
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Brooklyn Hayes. Wait? Wasn’t that the name of some city... or somewhere in a city? Brooklyn... it definitely sounded familiar, but the poor guy wasn’t given much time to dwell on it before his own name was being demanded of him, and before his muddled brain could bring such a thing to light, Riley found himself being stared at. His eyes swam in and out of focus with her own for a second before catching them. Drunken Riley, who was so much more outgoing than his sober counterpart only managed to hold them for about thirty seconds or so before the abashed young man looked over to the tall form sitting on the other side of the table, eating pancakes. And was that? Oh damn. That was blueberry syrup. Perhaps it was a testament to Riley’s nature, to his honour and his loyalty that he could be confronted with a pretty blue eyed girl, and be thinking about food. That – or it was testament to a man’s empty stomach after not eating for a few days.
Damn, they smelt good. Looked good too, and it was with a low rumble that his stomach agreed with what his eyes and nose were telling him. His attention was bought back however by the gentle pressure of the girls fingers on his chin, and Riley had to clear his throat. He wondered if this was how those... amee... amooe... those things they had looked at in Biology class felt like when he had scrutinised them through a microscope, seeing into their very being and noting down there characteristics. That was of course when he had bothered to go to those classes, and hadn’t spend the hour round the back of the gym with his ‘friend’ smoking pot.
Seriously... why stand back there and smoke pot? If you were going to skip class and do something illegal, you might as well bail on the damn school altogether.
Blinking, it was with a slow smile that Riley registered that she had guessed his name. She had guessed it wrong – he most definitely wasn’t a Mark; or was he? Maybe he might have been? Maybe he should have been? ‘cause he sure as hell didn’t feel like Riley much these days.
The somewhat goofy grin grew on his mouth as Riley slowly shook his head from side to side. ” noooooooo” he said, the single syllable stretched out far too long by his mouth, despite the fact he had actually preferred it to come out as something like ‘nope, not close. Guess again.’ Rather than the somewhat cave man slur that truly resonated from his chest. ”not mark.... But Marks... is... no... your not mark. Kyle. He’s kyle... ” he said, frowning slightly as his eyes glanced over to the very man himself. ” Who’s Mark? I’m... Riley. Dixon. Riley Dixon. Not Mark.”
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Post by brooke on May 21, 2011 0:28:09 GMT -5
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Brooke was not someone who got drunk easily, but tonight she was far enough gone that fingers grazing over the man’s face caused little more than a numb sensation of recollection, when really she should have been grinning at him and seeing how quickly she could lay him out. Regardless of his loyalties to another or pancakes. Because drunken Riley or sober Riley, that was one adorable smile he had. Enough to provoke a flash of her own and a random exuberant laugh long before his silly response. For how funny he ended up being, despite his size, Brooke might have kissed him on the spot. But in the middle of a focused laugh, forgetting what was going on around her, she began to feel a push at her side that increased steadily in pressure and decreased rapidly in patience.
While Riley finished working out who exactly he came with, and what his own name was, Brooke glanced to the side, her hand having fallen to Riley’s shoulder absently, and saw the murderous look in her friend’s eyes. It came as little surprise that she should be attempting Brooke genocide by pushing her easily across the booth and towards the floor.
Heels clacking in an attempt to not fall on her ass in front of this new friend, Brooke stood quickly and swayed slightly for it. Deciding to join Mark/Kyle and Riley instead, Brooke took an advancing step before her arm was grasped tightly and she was literally yanked away, waving in the opposite direction and reminding her friend how cute Riley was. As though anyone could forget. Oh, but weren't they still going to get ice blocks and go for a midnight ride down the grassy slopes at the park?
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Post by kyle on May 21, 2011 1:13:12 GMT -5
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All evidence to the contrary, Kyle did not need to be the constant center of attention. In fact, he was quite content being on his own with Finn, his dog, doing his own thing. If someone wanted to come along and do something with him? That was great. But not necessary. He would do what he pleased, when he pleased, whether he had company or no. That was what being a man of action was about. A man took initiative and sometimes other followed. Right now, there was not much to be gained trying to divert Riley’s attention from the girl determined to go home hanging from his shoulder. Not that he disapproved, but with the state both of them were in, he had to sympathize for her friend and fell a maturing man’s relief that at least one of them had enough sense to keep her from tonguing her way down Riley’s throat in the next five minutes.
As though nothing had interrupted them, three pancakes more than enough at this hour for a guy who did eat on a regular basis, Kyle pushed the plate with the rest of the stack towards Riley. [white]“Eat up kid, you’re not going to keep those arms swinging on air and booze alone. You’ve had a pretty eventful night for getting pissed on your own, I reckon. Not too bad for nearly being run down like a right Frogger. You go green in the face and spew on me though, you can find your own way back in those wobbly boots. If there’s one thing to turn off the missus, it’s another man’s chunks.”[/white]
As soon as Riley had gotten some food and blueberry syrup in him and seemed like he was on the downside of his binge, Kyle was starting to feel the twinge from a recent injury in his leg and a frown crossed his expression. [white] “If you’re about done mate, I’ll take you on. Despite what the little Sheila was suggesting, I’m not getting the impression you want to spend the night snuggling into these arms. Probably have a set of your own back at your’s, don’t want to be keeping you. And this leg is giving me right trouble, which I prefer a more feminine touch to tend to.”[/white] Not that he was going to be revealing it to Rachel any time soon. In fact, he was glad for her double shifts while he was trying to keep it concealed. The claw gashes at the back of his leg weren’t easily explained to someone who was not in the know, and he was not about to blame the little rascal, Finn, for it either.
Returning Riley further than he had taken him, back to his truck, he felt the aging nag to give him his number for future. He was not sure what the hell was getting into him lately, but he blamed it on married life. Rachel was apparently making a domesticated animal out of his wild side, and he was getting anxious for it.
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