Nicolas Constantine
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The Balloon Pokemon[M:250]
"If girls were butter, I'd be a baked potato."
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Post by Nicolas Constantine on Apr 26, 2009 12:21:38 GMT -5
Nick's eyes widened at the look she gave him when he made his joke. But then again, Kate did seem the dominatrix type, or just someone who liked to be in control in the bedroom. Nick wouldn't mind if that were the case, but he'd have to be a little more cautious.
"Um... um.... I don't think I can think right now..."
Nick's head was spinning.
"I can't either."
Right now, Nick didn't want to think or say anything, he just wanted to go with the flow. Even if the flow was slightly dizzying...
He blinked and the room was spinning into a swirl of blackness until everything was dark. Nick had passed out right next to Kate.
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Kate
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Post by Kate on Apr 30, 2009 23:32:46 GMT -5
Oh dear god the room was spinning. Kate wasn't feeling good, not in the least bit. It was almost lights out for her. In fact, every time her eyes closed a different sort of scene began to play. Her head rested back, and she didn't even hear Nick's reply. Instead, she heard music, something the ice cream man would be playing... but in a twisted sad sort of way. It wasn't happy.
Her eyes closed.... and she saw her mother's smiling face, matching green eyes gazing down at her. A hand wiping her chin with a napkin, kids laughing in the background. Everything was hazy, oh so hazy. "Come on Katherina, lift your chin up higher for momma. You've got ice cream on your face silly..."
Her eyes closed.... and she was holding her mother's hand, walking down the sidewalk. Kate remembered getting a good report card in the mail. Her mom wanted to celebrate, and they had walked to the corner store and picked up ice cream. They were on their way back when a car pulled up. The loud noises, her mother let go of her hand... her mother fell. Kate was crying over her mother, and didn't understand what was going on. The tires screeched as she leaned over her mother, little pudgy child hands in the red warm liquid.
She had had too much booze. Kate passed out, locked in unhappy memories.
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