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Post by thebostonstar on Feb 9, 2008 3:21:22 GMT -5
She punched Cameron on the shoulder, "You shall pay for the cancellation of Buffy! You have no clue how that show put me through my school years, and for you to just cancel it like that." She looked away, acting defeated, to try and get some sympathy from Cameron. "I miss Willow. 'How I Met Your Mother' doesn't give her enough justice."
The truth was, she did indeed like Cameron. The feeling was obvious now, why else would she force these assumptions on Cameron? She just didn't want to admit these feelings, because then, she would feel weak, and a disappointment to her mother. She wanted to live that storybook ending. She wanted that glass slipper to fit. But the thing was...she didn't want to be that damsel in distress. Not paying attention to a straying Addison, she turns back around and faces Cameron. "What do you have planned?" She says quietly, trying to hide her blush.
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Post by Cameron Kincaid on Feb 9, 2008 3:33:51 GMT -5
Oh christ...Was she actually considering? He had to answer this right. Too much was riding on what was next to come out of his mouth. His eyes widened, just from the mere idea that she was still standing there and not telling him to go to hell by this point. He folded his arms, lowering his vision towards the floor before looking back up responding...
"Well. I was thinking the usual run down if that'd be alright with you. Have dinner at a nice restuarant downtown Chicago. Of course price being no factor for you Lor..."
Kiss ass...
"Just you and I, alone, talking, getting to know each other better. That's all. No funny business. Maybe catch a movie afterwards...If you feel like it that is...But only if you want, or whatever. Nothing out of the ordinary you know. Don't wanna mess up again here. I did that already once so...*Sigh* See, nothing weird or anything. Just two people enjoying the other's company. That doesn't sound so bad does it?"
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Post by thebostonstar on Feb 9, 2008 3:40:45 GMT -5
Boston was nodding periodically though Cameron's proposal, and responded, "Well, that doesn't sound bad, but it doesn't sound great either. In fact, I would even go as far as to say it's down right generic, and only works in movies that were made before 1975." She smirked, she loved analyzing people's plans. "I mean, if you want to get me in bed Cam, you have to impress me, and some simple date where we're just 'enjoying each other's company,' doesn't seem...worthy." She laughed as she turned her back towards Cam once more. "Come on Cameron, what do you really have planned?" She was downright teasing him now. "You don't really seem like the...boring type."
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Post by Cameron Kincaid on Feb 9, 2008 4:07:36 GMT -5
Shit. Dilemma...If he really said what he wanted to do with Lor on their date well...Most of you underage rpers wouldn't be able to read that thread because of the "Rated XXX" stamp on it...How to play this one he thought...Oh screw it...
"What do I really have planned? So you really want to know what I would truly like to do?"
"..."
His attention turned to the massive parking lot before them for a split second, the look on his face showing how serious he was about what was about to come out of his mouth...
"Actually I wouldn't mind something along the lines of saying the hell with some damn fancy restaurant. Things are vastly over rated anyway. Why bother with that when we could spend time doing something we might actually enjoy you know? SO not my style, so I figure..."
"Hmm...Screw it. Let's do something interesting like going to a tantric sex workshop or something!"
Whoa...You're pushing too hard Cam. Slow down buddy.
"No...Listen...Yea why not cut to the chase. Hell we're adults not some high school kids that should go out to a movie and get all nervous when our hands touch in the popcorn bucket. Pfftt, let's do adult stuff. I'd even get a chance to see you half dressed too. That'd be the highlight of the night really. I mean...Why stare a movie screen with Danny Devito's face on it when I can have some instructor telling you how to grind on my lap? I know. EASY choice there."
"After that? Hell I'm gonna need a drink for SURE. I'll be too aroused not to. Then maybe find a cool club to get some alcohol in me, and you so my chances of getting lucky will increase. Dance a little bit, so I can cop a few cheap feels on your ass and whatever else. When we're shit faced drunk and can't stand anymore, head back to my suite in the GCW Tower, relax, listen to some music or something on full blast. Just wake up the entire Tower if we can manage. Do some more dancing. Some dirty dancing if ya' want, while you spill all of your sexual desires, More grinding...Heh Heh...Yep. By that time you'll be half naked and we'll move it to the bedroom before grabbing a few cans of whip cream from the fridge, IF 'Nando hasn't used it that is, and stay locked into the bedroom until morning, which will start with the sight of you laying with a smile a mile wide and basking in the afterglow of the night before in nothing but one of my old football jersey's and your...Thong hopefully?...Though I'd prefer you be naked underneath the jersey but...I mean it's negotiable of course. No pressure."
"..."
"I mean...Theoretically that is...*ahem*..."
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Post by thebostonstar on Feb 9, 2008 22:16:36 GMT -5
With each sentence, Boston's jaw dropped just further and further. What Cam was saying was something you just don't say to woman. It was rather...embarrassing to say the least. He was definitely thinking with his penis, without any regards to how Boston might feel regarding the the matter. "What an idiot."
As soon as Cam finished his little fantasy scenario, Boston merely gave him a "There's no way in heck you're getting me," face, and walked off, without uttering a word. To think that she was going to give him her phone number, so they could plan their date discreetly, but alas, Cam's stupidity nulled him again. Wrinkling the piece of paper in her hands, she threw it over her shoulder, in a know-it-all manner, as she headed for her rent-a-car, to drive back to the airport. Looks like Cameron was going to have to beg Addison to get Boston's phone number.
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Post by Cameron Kincaid on Feb 9, 2008 22:31:06 GMT -5
"..."
Okay that went...Well...Horrible.
"Damnit...Knew it was a bit too much. "
He watched tentatively as she began her stroll away from him, a smile on his face the entire time. I mean 'twas damn sure a good view from where he stood. How he hated to see her leave but loved watching her go. Nice ass. Hoping to at least get one more word in with her before leaving he shouted out towards her...
"Okay! Okay maybe the naked thing was a bit much! You in a thong would be alright...If that...Helps?..."
No response at all. She only kept on towards the rental car across the parking lot as he stood motionless, folding his arms across his body feeling yet another moment of defeat. Shit. Was it his fault that he was sexually deprived AND a pervert? Could be worse for sure. He could be a man whore but nooooo...Nothing's never good enough. He then realized that once again he failed to get anywhere with her at all. She probably was just teasing him anyway he thought, so after letting a long sigh escape his lips he slowly began his trek towards Addison's car, hearing the engine already staring up as he did.
Before he could even take two steps, his downcast view caught sight of something a few steps ahead on the asphalt of the parking lot...
"...Well well...What do we have here..."
His attention diverted back across the parking lot once again in Lor's direction, seeing that she made it to her car safely. Las Vegas was full of sickos and weirdos so he had to at least be a bit concerned about that yes?Stepping forward, he slowly bent down towards the piece of paper Lorelai had carelessly tossed into the air seconds ago. Taking it up into his grasp, he unfolded the small piece of paper, the smile on his face only growing as his steps had started up once again towards Addison's car. Looks like Miss Boston* should be more careful with littering eh? Phone number acquired. Score one for Mr. Kincaid!
Stuffing the piece of paper into his pocket, his steps increased in speed as he could tell from Addison's body language she was a bit anxious to leave Las Vegas and probably get back home to Spokane, he found himself reaching for the passenger side door only moments later, entering the car as quickly as he possibly could, slamming the door closed as Addison seemingly began their departure before he could even get situated or comfortable. A slight jerk ensued, the motion of the car almost pushing him off balance as he struggled to buckle himself into the seat belt, while glaring towards a stone faced Addison with a raised eyebrow...
"Soooo...I guess that's a no to the Wayne Newton 2Pac tribute concert huh....?"
TO BE CONTINUED
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