Boys and their toys. Why are you all so defensive over a set of wheels? I swear Greg would cry if someone messed with his "baby". Some old Mustang something or another. I sat on the hood once and I thought he was going to flip his shit.
ooc: handwaving a bit so that she's local at the moment.
Waverly laughed as she signed off the computer and shook her head. Part of her debated Adam's seriousness regarding the cat but in the end she wound up wrestling the little beast into his carrier. After taking the time to treat a new set of scratches to the back of her hand and one to her neck (she wasn't kidding about the cat being a bitch), she changed her clothes into something more suitable than a ratty sweatsuit and left for Adam's place.
She didn't drive anything flashy like a Trans Am, she had a reliable Toyota. Gold, compact and clean, save for the tell tale traces of snow and dirt that come from driving through a city in winter. Parking, as always in this place, was a bit of a hassle but Waverly found a spot not too far from the brick building that was her destination and after feeding the meter, she hauled the cat, her purse and herself up to the brownstone.
She felt a bit odd letting herself into the home of someone she'd only had phone conversations with so she knocked before entering. "Hello? Hi...it's um...your friendly bitchy cat delivery service."
Adam stood in the kitchen, which was just off to the left of the front door, when Waverly entered. He lifted his head from the glass of scotch he was pouring and greeted the girl with a nearly devious grin. The barest hint of fang showed from behind his upper lips but disappeared as he started to speak.
"I was beginning to think you weren't going to come you took so long"
Taking the glass into his hand, Adam moved around the counter towards his guest to reveal he was wearing only a pair of loose fit jeans and a plain black t-shirt. He held the glass of liquor with both hands as his eyes appreciatively fell over Waverly.
Waverly gave him an odd look, she wasn't quite sure of his predatory look. "You've never tried to get furry Satan into a tiny plastic box."
She sat the carrier on the floor and offered him a more pleasant greeting. "It's nice to put a face to the voice and the name. Hi. It's good to meet you, Adam."
The brunette made it a point to keep her focus on his face but she couldn't help glancing down to take in his decidedly not winter wardrobe. "How are you not freezing to death. I'm cold looking at you."
Adam let out a soft chuckle. "Same to you, Waverly." Adam replied and gestured for the woman to join him on the sofa with a jerk of his head as he headed over. "I'm a vampire, remember? The cold doesn't bother me at all. I have to admit though, you're voice doesn't do you justice, though it is a rather sexy voice."
Adam ignored the cat. It had all just been a ploy to get the girl there after all.
Vampire. Right. She snorted and followed him anyway, unbuttoning but not removing her coat. "A flirty vampire who drinks booze."
But hey, the guy was entertaining. "Mm, thanks. I think." She was used to people commenting on her figure, she was a dancer, it came with the territory. Her voice on the other hand...
Sitting down and propping his feet up on the coffee table, Adam never took his eyes off of Waverly. He studied her for a few silent moments, taking in her expression and mannerisms. Finally he replied with "You're welcome, I think." Adam smirked at her, winking softly. "You don't believe I'm a vampire, do you?" Why hadn't he thought of that before? Maybe because he was so use to being around those that did actually believe.
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Date: 2009-01-19 02:09 am (UTC)I wouldn't recommend eating Marlowe anyhow. He's probably all gristle and stringy.
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Date: 2009-01-19 02:32 am (UTC)Give me an address and a time and I'll wrestle His Royal Fluffiness into a carrier.
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Date: 2009-01-19 02:59 am (UTC)It's the middle of winter and you park on the street, do you think I'd be wearing anything less than multiple layers and a down jacket?
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Date: 2009-01-19 03:11 am (UTC)You coming or what?
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Date: 2009-01-19 03:13 am (UTC)And yes, I'll be there. Takes time to round up a furball.
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Date: 2009-01-19 03:13 am (UTC)Entice him with a steak or something. Doesn't that work?
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Date: 2009-01-19 03:18 am (UTC)You think you're just that irresistible, don't you?
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Date: 2009-01-19 05:01 am (UTC)Waverly laughed as she signed off the computer and shook her head. Part of her debated Adam's seriousness regarding the cat but in the end she wound up wrestling the little beast into his carrier. After taking the time to treat a new set of scratches to the back of her hand and one to her neck (she wasn't kidding about the cat being a bitch), she changed her clothes into something more suitable than a ratty sweatsuit and left for Adam's place.
She didn't drive anything flashy like a Trans Am, she had a reliable Toyota. Gold, compact and clean, save for the tell tale traces of snow and dirt that come from driving through a city in winter. Parking, as always in this place, was a bit of a hassle but Waverly found a spot not too far from the brick building that was her destination and after feeding the meter, she hauled the cat, her purse and herself up to the brownstone.
She felt a bit odd letting herself into the home of someone she'd only had phone conversations with so she knocked before entering. "Hello? Hi...it's um...your friendly bitchy cat delivery service."
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Date: 2009-01-20 01:57 pm (UTC)"I was beginning to think you weren't going to come you took so long"
Taking the glass into his hand, Adam moved around the counter towards his guest to reveal he was wearing only a pair of loose fit jeans and a plain black t-shirt. He held the glass of liquor with both hands as his eyes appreciatively fell over Waverly.
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Date: 2009-01-25 06:35 am (UTC)She sat the carrier on the floor and offered him a more pleasant greeting. "It's nice to put a face to the voice and the name. Hi. It's good to meet you, Adam."
The brunette made it a point to keep her focus on his face but she couldn't help glancing down to take in his decidedly not winter wardrobe. "How are you not freezing to death. I'm cold looking at you."
She still hadn't so much as unbuttoned her coat.
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Date: 2009-01-25 08:07 pm (UTC)Adam ignored the cat. It had all just been a ploy to get the girl there after all.
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Date: 2009-02-10 04:05 am (UTC)But hey, the guy was entertaining. "Mm, thanks. I think." She was used to people commenting on her figure, she was a dancer, it came with the territory. Her voice on the other hand...
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Date: 2009-02-10 07:53 pm (UTC)