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Post by s on Oct 20, 2010 7:01:32 GMT -5
Silken had had enough of feeling sorry for herself. Getting up that morning, she showered, cleaned up, washed her face, and got dressed. She made sure to pick out one of her sexiest outfits and applied her makeup carefully. She walked the short distance to the commons area, her hips swinging as her high heels clicked one after the other. She didn't care what it took, she was going to get her confidence back in one way or another. Finding the room empty, she sat down and crossed her legs with a sigh. Reaching for the remote she turned on the television and flipped through a few channels until she found one of her favorite soap-operas, one of her guilty pleasures... |
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Post by joefoxx on Oct 22, 2010 4:09:05 GMT -5
Ivan had stumbled out of his bunk an hour earlier, thrown on his very best grey sweat pants, wife beater, and fluffy neko house shoes, wrapped himself in a Navajo blanket and shuffled down the corridor to the blessedly empty commons room. He had been working hard all week and his mind deserved a day off.
His stomach growled loudly and he recalled the last twelve hours had been without food. Upon opening the cabinets, Ivan found to his wondrous joy: instant microwave popcorn with butter and salt, love of his life second only to his beloved Victoria. However, this was definitely not on his anti-hypertensive diet that the CERN health staff had rigidly assigned to him and sent with his medical documentation files, but, perhaps if no one knew it would be ok. Just this once. He furtively glanced over both shoulders and finding the room still devoid of other crew members, threw the bag into the microwave and turned it on, grin widening as the faint popping sound filled the room.
As soon as the timer dinged, Ivan assaulted the bag ripping it open with savage fury and stuffing a handful of the hot salty buttery goodness into his mouth with a contented smile. In that moment of ultimate bliss, he heard the door to room sliding open. In a feat of ridiculous alacrity and luck, Ivan threw himself rather soundlessly behind the nearest sofa, though he lost several kernels of his dirty secret underneath it and nearly choked on the ones in his mouth.
Light clicking footsteps entered the room and the intruder sat upon the very couch he was hiding behind. The TV turned on. Whoever it was, did not seem like she was going to move. Ivan rose slowly from behind the couch, and saw a rather pretty and by all normal accounts attractive woman. But Ivan’s concentration and admiration was all on the popcorn. He snuck his fingers into the bag grabbing a small handful, and then slowly retracted them. However, at the last second his hand caught on the bag and loudly ripped a section off, spilling several hot kernels onto the couch. His cover was blown.
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Post by s on Oct 24, 2010 21:37:14 GMT -5
Silken smelled something that made her mouth water. Popcorn! Mmm that sounded good. She looked around to see where it came from. There didn't appear to be anyone around.
Then she heard the sound of a bag ripping and she turned to look over the back of the couch. Frowning she noticed a blond man who horded the good stuff.
"Hey." She said, her lips curving into a plush smile and turning around to kneel fully and look down at him, "What have you got there?"
She wouldn't mind sharing the buttery goodness with... whoever that was, even if it was somewhat odd for him to be hiding behind the couch...
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