harbor, april 12
billie's cocktail party. i'll put a story up soon :) since harbor is so antisocial please let me know if you want to be included in it.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
"Please explain to me why you'd ever want to take ME as YOUR date to a cocktail party."
"Christian, just hear my out for a second. I know we clearly don't get along, but -" I stopped talking as he handed me a couple of papers that our boss had wanted us to photocopy. Of course, I get stuck with all the work while all he does is shmooze the other women of the office. Me, not being one of them. Luckily.
"You were saying?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. He knew too well my tendency to daydream.
"Sorry, yeah well anyways I obviously can't show up all alone when I don't know too many of the girls. And I'm single and I hate looking for a date, so could you pleaseee just accompany me. We don't even have to stay long." I said biting my lip and looking up at him with my best puppy dog eyes.
"Wow Reynolds, I never thought you'd be one of the many girls begging me for something."
"Shut up Powell. Just forget it I'll find someone else." I grumbled and turned around to start walking to the copy room.
He caught up to me and spun me around by grabbing my wrist lightly. "Hold up Har. I never said I wouldn't." I rolled my eyes.
"Okay..."
"I don't really understand why you need to pick me though. I mean, why not ask Bobby."
"Bobby?!" I replied incrediously. "The mail carrier guy who has a beer belly and smells like cat piss?"
"So you picked me because I have a six pack and smell like sexx."
"Well I don't know about the six pack thing... and I certainly hope you don't smell like sexx but you're not completely unfortunate looking and I figured you wouldn't have anything better to do."
"You're lucky I didn't already have a date tonight."
"So is that a yes?"
"I guess so. But don't get too excited. I'm picking out what you're wearing."
"What kind of rule is that?"
"My kind of rule." He said smiling. I snorted.
"Clearly."
"Don't snort Reynolds. It's not too attractive."
"Whatever. Just meet me at my apartment at around 5:30 and pick out what I should wear and we should be fine."
"Alright Reynolds."
"See you Powell." I said, this time spinning on my heel and walking to the copy room. I basically avoided him for the rest of the afternoon. I'd see enough of him tonight.
- - -
As soon as I had finished curling my hair, Christian had arrived at my apartment and entered it without even knocking. We moved past the awkwardness of my dressed in shorts and a bra and he picked out the dress I had originally planned on wearing.
Lucky for his balls, we have the same taste in what looks good I guess.
Before ringing Billie's doorbell, Christian took my hand in his.
"Um..?" I asked, looking at him with eyebrows raised.
"What? It has to look atleast somewhat authentic."
"Chistian..."
"Harbor..." He said squeezing my hand hard and making me laugh.
"Forget it." I smiled as the door opened.
"Addie?"
"Hey Har! Who's this?" She asked and glanced quickly at our enclosed hands, making him let go quickly and shake her hand with the one that previously held mine.
"Christian, it's a pleasure to meet you Addie?"
"Addison, You can call me Addie though. Most of the guys are hanging around the delicious food." She said smiling and laughed as Christian immediately lit up at the thought of food and walked over to where most of the men were chatting.
"He's cute." She laughed, nudging my shoulder.
"I know. He's an ass though."
"I can tell. Men can change though. I have to go pester Billie about who made the food. I'll tell her you're here."
"Okay, thanks." I smiled at her as she walked away and looked back at Christian. Maybe he wasn't going to be too bad as a date.
billie's cocktail party. i'll put a story up soon :) since harbor is so antisocial please let me know if you want to be included in it.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
"Please explain to me why you'd ever want to take ME as YOUR date to a cocktail party."
"Christian, just hear my out for a second. I know we clearly don't get along, but -" I stopped talking as he handed me a couple of papers that our boss had wanted us to photocopy. Of course, I get stuck with all the work while all he does is shmooze the other women of the office. Me, not being one of them. Luckily.
"You were saying?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. He knew too well my tendency to daydream.
"Sorry, yeah well anyways I obviously can't show up all alone when I don't know too many of the girls. And I'm single and I hate looking for a date, so could you pleaseee just accompany me. We don't even have to stay long." I said biting my lip and looking up at him with my best puppy dog eyes.
"Wow Reynolds, I never thought you'd be one of the many girls begging me for something."
"Shut up Powell. Just forget it I'll find someone else." I grumbled and turned around to start walking to the copy room.
He caught up to me and spun me around by grabbing my wrist lightly. "Hold up Har. I never said I wouldn't." I rolled my eyes.
"Okay..."
"I don't really understand why you need to pick me though. I mean, why not ask Bobby."
"Bobby?!" I replied incrediously. "The mail carrier guy who has a beer belly and smells like cat piss?"
"So you picked me because I have a six pack and smell like sexx."
"Well I don't know about the six pack thing... and I certainly hope you don't smell like sexx but you're not completely unfortunate looking and I figured you wouldn't have anything better to do."
"You're lucky I didn't already have a date tonight."
"So is that a yes?"
"I guess so. But don't get too excited. I'm picking out what you're wearing."
"What kind of rule is that?"
"My kind of rule." He said smiling. I snorted.
"Clearly."
"Don't snort Reynolds. It's not too attractive."
"Whatever. Just meet me at my apartment at around 5:30 and pick out what I should wear and we should be fine."
"Alright Reynolds."
"See you Powell." I said, this time spinning on my heel and walking to the copy room. I basically avoided him for the rest of the afternoon. I'd see enough of him tonight.
- - -
As soon as I had finished curling my hair, Christian had arrived at my apartment and entered it without even knocking. We moved past the awkwardness of my dressed in shorts and a bra and he picked out the dress I had originally planned on wearing.
Lucky for his balls, we have the same taste in what looks good I guess.
Before ringing Billie's doorbell, Christian took my hand in his.
"Um..?" I asked, looking at him with eyebrows raised.
"What? It has to look atleast somewhat authentic."
"Chistian..."
"Harbor..." He said squeezing my hand hard and making me laugh.
"Forget it." I smiled as the door opened.
"Addie?"
"Hey Har! Who's this?" She asked and glanced quickly at our enclosed hands, making him let go quickly and shake her hand with the one that previously held mine.
"Christian, it's a pleasure to meet you Addie?"
"Addison, You can call me Addie though. Most of the guys are hanging around the delicious food." She said smiling and laughed as Christian immediately lit up at the thought of food and walked over to where most of the men were chatting.
"He's cute." She laughed, nudging my shoulder.
"I know. He's an ass though."
"I can tell. Men can change though. I have to go pester Billie about who made the food. I'll tell her you're here."
"Okay, thanks." I smiled at her as she walked away and looked back at Christian. Maybe he wasn't going to be too bad as a date.
4 comments 20 likes












