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smackenzie"I do! I like the weird shit! I just... ok, I'll go."
"You're so easy," Costella said. She sipped her beer. "Yum, foam."
"What about you?" Christian asked her. "You wanna come?"
"Brad got Red Sox tickets! I'm so excited!" Brad was her boyfriend. He was not a sports fan. Costella, however, was. Baseball and basketball were her preferred sports, and she didn't care who was playing, as long as the teams were pretty well matched. She did like the Sox, though. And she was surprised her boyfriend was shelling out for tickets this early in the season, before anyone could really judge how well any of the teams were going to do.
"Who are they playing?"
"Who cares!" She drank her beer, or rather her foam, and wiped her lip on her sleeve. "No, I know who they're playing, I just can't remember. But I don't care. It's early in the season, I'm still forming opinions. I hope it doesn't get rained out."
"It's not supposed to rain." He'd already been to weather.com in the course of his movie planning.
"I still hope it doesn't get rained out. I can hope that." She handed Rain her cup. "You can have that. It's all foam."
"You think I want it?" he asked, squinting at the cup dubiously.
"You can wait until the bubbles pop and it's beer again."
"Why don't you hang on to it," Christian said, taking the cup from Rain and giving it back to Costella, "and wait for it to turn back into beer yourself?"
Rain's cell phone picked that time to ring. He dug it out of his pocket and flipped it open.
"Who's that?" Costella asked. "Ask them if they want to come over here."
"It's just a text," he said. "Karsten is stalking a waitress at the Trident Cafe. I didn't know it was still open. What time is it?"
"Karsten? Like the guy on TV? The 'Like Yourself Naked' guy?"
"That's Carson," Christian told her.
"Karsten," Rain repeated. "With a T. I thought the Trident was closed."
Christian looked at his watch. "It's eleven-thirty. Doesn't it close at midnight?"
"I don't know. I guess so." He put the phone back in his pocket.
"Costella!" a girl screeched, bouncing onto the back porch and grabbing Costella in a hug. "I looked all over for you!"
"Maya!" Costella not-quite-screeched back. "You made me spill my beer!"
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." The girl let go and stepped back. She looked vaguely familiar to Christian, but by now a lot of people did. He chalked it up to living in a high-rise dorm at a big university. And someone on his floor had apparently befriended the entire hockey team, so Christian was always running into hockey players and their girlfriends and friends at all hours. Which was fine as far as it went - a friend of his from high school was at the University of Michigan, and she had not-quite-horror stories about her tiny roommate encountering giant football players in crowded dorm hallways, stairwells, and elevators.
Hockey players at BU weren't quite football player size, at least. And Christian wasn't tiny.
Maya and Costella were now chattering about something or other and Rain looked like he was trying to keep up with the conversation but failing miserably and Christian wasn't sure if he wanted to be introduced to this girl or not. He and Rain could probably find somewhere else to go or someone else to talk to.
And then Maya said "Aren't you going to introduce me to you your cute friend?" and Christian realized she was looking at Rain, and Rain was blushing. And that was really cute.
"Oh! Sorry!" Costella said. "Rain, Christian, Maya. Did Becky come too?" she asked Maya, who shrugged.
"I told her," she said. "She said maybe."
"I need a new beer. You need a first beer. Mine was all foam, though."
Christian looked at his half-empty cup and handed it Costella with a "Here, have mine". He thought he'd seen actual liquor inside the apartment when he and Rain first got there, and now he wanted to mix himself a real drink, because he could. Not that beer wasn't a real drink, but here was all the liquor he could swallow and he'd only paid five bucks for it. He'd be stupid not to take advantage of that.
"Finish your beer or give it to Maya," he instructed Rain. "We'll let the girls talk. We have alcohol to drink."
Rain finished his beer.
"Good boy."
They left Maya and Costella to wrestle with the tap (and get actual beer out of the keg instead of just foam) and went in search of harder stuff. There was slightly less than Christian was expecting, but still enough for a couple of vodka and Cokes and then another one for him, because he could.
They stood around and talked about nothing in particular - classes, mutual friends, friends of one or the other, music, weather, Donnie Darko - and took a picture of a random guy with Rain's cell phone, and eventually they decided they'd had enough and were ready to go. It was past one which meant they'd missed the last T, which meant they could either walk or catch a cab.
"Walk," Rain said.
"Really?" Christian said. "It's not that far if we get a cab."
"Then it's not that far to walk."
They stood outside Costella's friend's apartment building for ten minutes arguing the merits of walking back to the dorm versus getting a cab back to the dorm. Rain pointed out they could've been walking all that time, and Christian said if they'd walked down to Brighton Avenue they could've found a cab and been back in the dorm by now.
Christian won the argument, partly because Rain got tired of talking about it, and they caught a cab.
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"You're so easy," Costella said. She sipped her beer. "Yum, foam."
"What about you?" Christian asked her. "You wanna come?"
"Brad got Red Sox tickets! I'm so excited!" Brad was her boyfriend. He was not a sports fan. Costella, however, was. Baseball and basketball were her preferred sports, and she didn't care who was playing, as long as the teams were pretty well matched. She did like the Sox, though. And she was surprised her boyfriend was shelling out for tickets this early in the season, before anyone could really judge how well any of the teams were going to do.
"Who are they playing?"
"Who cares!" She drank her beer, or rather her foam, and wiped her lip on her sleeve. "No, I know who they're playing, I just can't remember. But I don't care. It's early in the season, I'm still forming opinions. I hope it doesn't get rained out."
"It's not supposed to rain." He'd already been to weather.com in the course of his movie planning.
"I still hope it doesn't get rained out. I can hope that." She handed Rain her cup. "You can have that. It's all foam."
"You think I want it?" he asked, squinting at the cup dubiously.
"You can wait until the bubbles pop and it's beer again."
"Why don't you hang on to it," Christian said, taking the cup from Rain and giving it back to Costella, "and wait for it to turn back into beer yourself?"
Rain's cell phone picked that time to ring. He dug it out of his pocket and flipped it open.
"Who's that?" Costella asked. "Ask them if they want to come over here."
"It's just a text," he said. "Karsten is stalking a waitress at the Trident Cafe. I didn't know it was still open. What time is it?"
"Karsten? Like the guy on TV? The 'Like Yourself Naked' guy?"
"That's Carson," Christian told her.
"Karsten," Rain repeated. "With a T. I thought the Trident was closed."
Christian looked at his watch. "It's eleven-thirty. Doesn't it close at midnight?"
"I don't know. I guess so." He put the phone back in his pocket.
"Costella!" a girl screeched, bouncing onto the back porch and grabbing Costella in a hug. "I looked all over for you!"
"Maya!" Costella not-quite-screeched back. "You made me spill my beer!"
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." The girl let go and stepped back. She looked vaguely familiar to Christian, but by now a lot of people did. He chalked it up to living in a high-rise dorm at a big university. And someone on his floor had apparently befriended the entire hockey team, so Christian was always running into hockey players and their girlfriends and friends at all hours. Which was fine as far as it went - a friend of his from high school was at the University of Michigan, and she had not-quite-horror stories about her tiny roommate encountering giant football players in crowded dorm hallways, stairwells, and elevators.
Hockey players at BU weren't quite football player size, at least. And Christian wasn't tiny.
Maya and Costella were now chattering about something or other and Rain looked like he was trying to keep up with the conversation but failing miserably and Christian wasn't sure if he wanted to be introduced to this girl or not. He and Rain could probably find somewhere else to go or someone else to talk to.
And then Maya said "Aren't you going to introduce me to you your cute friend?" and Christian realized she was looking at Rain, and Rain was blushing. And that was really cute.
"Oh! Sorry!" Costella said. "Rain, Christian, Maya. Did Becky come too?" she asked Maya, who shrugged.
"I told her," she said. "She said maybe."
"I need a new beer. You need a first beer. Mine was all foam, though."
Christian looked at his half-empty cup and handed it Costella with a "Here, have mine". He thought he'd seen actual liquor inside the apartment when he and Rain first got there, and now he wanted to mix himself a real drink, because he could. Not that beer wasn't a real drink, but here was all the liquor he could swallow and he'd only paid five bucks for it. He'd be stupid not to take advantage of that.
"Finish your beer or give it to Maya," he instructed Rain. "We'll let the girls talk. We have alcohol to drink."
Rain finished his beer.
"Good boy."
They left Maya and Costella to wrestle with the tap (and get actual beer out of the keg instead of just foam) and went in search of harder stuff. There was slightly less than Christian was expecting, but still enough for a couple of vodka and Cokes and then another one for him, because he could.
They stood around and talked about nothing in particular - classes, mutual friends, friends of one or the other, music, weather, Donnie Darko - and took a picture of a random guy with Rain's cell phone, and eventually they decided they'd had enough and were ready to go. It was past one which meant they'd missed the last T, which meant they could either walk or catch a cab.
"Walk," Rain said.
"Really?" Christian said. "It's not that far if we get a cab."
"Then it's not that far to walk."
They stood outside Costella's friend's apartment building for ten minutes arguing the merits of walking back to the dorm versus getting a cab back to the dorm. Rain pointed out they could've been walking all that time, and Christian said if they'd walked down to Brighton Avenue they could've found a cab and been back in the dorm by now.
Christian won the argument, partly because Rain got tired of talking about it, and they caught a cab.
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Date: 2009-11-22 12:11 am (UTC)Also, since you said the killer-name suggestions were helpful I'm all excited!