Well I got bored and from some encouragement from my friend and my lunch at McDonalds I decided to write the next chapter. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter Seven
By the time the trio escaped from the clutches of Julie Ryder and entered McDonalds, the effects of the drug has worn off a bit, allowing intelligent conversation but the huge smiles on their faces unnerved many of the customers as well as the cashier who was serving them.
"Hello...'my name is Haa-Rooled'." Daine said, squinting at the name tag.
He looked at her nervously. "A-actually it's just Harold. Just plain Harold." He corrected.
"No no no never plain," Miri said dreamily leaning on the counter. "Your eyes are beautiful."
Harold's watery blue eyes blinked at her behind his wire rim glasses. He straightened them nervously. "Right so, erm, what can I get you?"
Evin shoved between Miri and Daine. "Fourteen large fries and a salad for Daine cos she's a vegetarian."
"I don't want a stupid salad." Muttered Daine sullenly. "Why can't I have fries too?"
"Because McDonalds fries are cooked in saturated animal fat and fourteen doesn't divide into three."
"Yes it does." Daine insisted. "What's fourteen divided into three?" She asked Harold.
He thought for a second. "4.67 rounded." He answered.
"Wow, geeks are really useful." Miri said in wonder.
Daine brightened. "Hey, you can come with me and be my human calculator and I will be the only person in the world to have a human calculator except for the really rich people who buy their human calculators from poor countries…actually just get fifteen fries."
Harold nodded, apparently too overwhelmed to speak, and got their order packing all the packets onto a tray. "That's thirty three dollars." He said quickly eager to get rid of them.
Daine gave him a twenty. "Keep the change," she assured him and they went over to a large table.
As they sat down Evin stared at the chips in horror. "Something's not right here." He muttered to himself. "Daine, there's no sauce."
"Why do I have to get the sauce?" Daine asked, disgruntled.
"All in favour of Daine going to get the sauce say 'I'."
"I." chorused Miri and Evin.
"Majority rules, babe."
Daine pulled the fingers but got up and sighed heavily and obviously. She slouched back to the counter and sighed obviously again. Harold was serving another customer so Daine sighed heavily and obviously once more.
"Calculator, you forgot to give us sauce. Twenty three sachets should do it."
The customer turned round. "Hello, my Magelet." Numair greeted warmly.
Daine perked up visibly. "Hey babe, how things doing at where ever you work? In fact where do you work?"
"I do scientific research for the government, experiments and the lot. Flexible hours, good money…I love my job."
"Who are you here with?" Daine asked nodding towards his order.
Numair blushed slightly. "Myself. I'm taking food home."
Daine looked traumatized. "My God, how absolutely awful. You sad person. You have to eat with us. It's like an unspoken law that you can't eat McDonalds alone."
Numair accepted and grabbed his food. Daine grabbed the sachets of sauce and led him along to where Miri and Evin had emptied all the fries out of their packets onto the tray resulting in a huge golden mountain of righteousness. At least that was what Evin called it when Numair enquired about it.
"Are you really going to eat all this?" He asked, looking towards the pile on which Daine, Miri and Evin were squirting liberal amounts of ketchup.
"Mmhmm." Daine replied taking a bite of a fry "I got the munchies real bad."
Numair frowned and mouthed 'munchies' to himself trying to remember what it meant. Finally it occurred to him. "Daine! Have you been smoking Marijuana?!"
Daine was watching his facial expressions with interest and barely-hidden adoration. "That depends on your definition of 'smoking' and 'Marijuana…and quite possibly your definition of 'have' as well."
"What did I say about smoking?" He said hotly.
Daine blinked. "I thought that you only meant cigarettes, seeing as that was the topic of conversation at that point in time."
"Uh Oh." Miri said in a stage whisper to Evin. "Looks like trouble is stirring in the Numaine."
At once Numair's attention snapped to her. "You named our relationship?!" He asked disbelievingly.
"Of course," Miri said lightly. "I name everybody's relationship."
"Well two can play at that game. You and Evin are the 'Mirvin' or the 'Evri', take your choice." Daine retorted.
Numair shook his head in exasperation and started eating.
"I'm thirsty." Daine complained to him.
Numair passed her his coke. "I never really liked coke."
"Cheers, hun." Daine surveyed him over the straw then took a tentative sip. Scrunching up her face she spat it out onto the floor then pried off the lid and tipped half out onto the ground. "They'll clean it up."
Daine pulled Miri's bag over to her and sorted through it until she pulled out the bottle of Smirnoff vodka that Miri took from Selda's house. She poured it into the drink until it was full again then mixed it slightly with the straw. She gulped about half and sighed contentedly. "Much better."
"Daine," Numair reproached. "You can't do that here. Put it down." Daine ignored him and Miri snatched it off her to drink. Numair slapped his forehead in frustration.
"I'm pretty sure you just killed some innocent brain cells then. Don't ask me to stand up for you when you get hauled in for murder." Daine giggled.
"Just like I won't stand up for you when you get hauled in for underage drinking in public." Numair glared at her "Come on Daine. I'm taking you home, you're tipsy and I don't trust you to manage it on your own." He got to his feet and pulled her up.
Daine leaned against him. "Are we going to your house? Cos Thayet will get mad at me if I go home without being sober-head."
He wrapped his arms around her to keep her from falling sideways. "Yes Magelet, we're going to my house. I wouldn't dump you on Thayet anyway."
Miri grinned up at him. "Just don't go taking advantage of the poor little drunk girl. Though Daine would hardly complain if you did."
"I did have sex with you in my dreams a couple of times." Daine murmured. Numair turned pink and looked down at her.
"I do believe you have no idea what you are saying." He said quickly. Bidding goodbye to Miri and Evin who exchanged smirks, he led her out to his car and buckled her in, with her being incapable of doing it herself.
"Marijuana and vodka do not mix." He told her shortly as he started to drive. "I am sure you know this but what I'm not sure on is why you insist on acting like this."
Daine leant her head against the cool window. "Your eyes remind me of chocolate frogs going 'ribbet ribbet' all day long until I kiss them better and they go into princes. Does it hurt to have princes in your eyes? I think the crowns would hurt lots cos they're pointy."
Numair sighed and glanced at her. "I can see we're not going to get a coherent sentence out of you."
Daine rolled her eyes over to look at him and snickered. Numair reached over to give her hand a squeeze. Daine stared at their joined hands.
"I don't mean to make you think I'm bad." She whispered, tears starting to leak out of her eyes. They were their natural blue-grey colour today.
Numair pulled over. "Hey, it's okay Magelet." He said comfortingly, shifting so he could wrap his arms around her, stroking her hair as Daine started to sob into his shirt.
"No it's not okay. I'm poison and I kill everything I touch."
"Who said that?"
Daine's head snapped up to look him in the face. "It doesn't have to be said! Everyone thinks so!" she half yelled at him.
He cupped her face in his hand and caressed her cheek. "I don't think so." His voice growing slightly huskier.
Daine sniffed pathetically. "Really?"
"Do you want to know what I see when I look at you?"
Daine nodded locking her eyes onto his. "What?" She breathed.
"I see a girl -no a womanwho is dealing with a lot of unexpressed grief and stress. The only way she thinks she can deal is through habits that are actually destructive. She doesn't realise how precious she actually is. She's stubborn, intelligent, funny, and beautiful and I find myself yearning for her companionship…" He trailed off, looking at her intently.
Daine smiled hazily. "I have no idea what you said but it sounds nice. Your voice, I mean."
Numair laughed and kissed her tenderly and then slightly harder; all inhibitions gone for the moment. Daine responded after a moment of drunken confusion. She kissed him harder; demanding more which he readily gave. Her hand slowly slid up his thigh and her fingers brushed lightly over him, Numair felt his pants tighten uncomfortably. A sudden shock races through him and he pushed her away sharply breathing hard.
"Whad'ya stop for? It was just getting good." Daine demanded slurring slightly.
"No-no-no-no, it was bad. Bad me for kissing you."
Daine's face fell. "Sorry." she muttered.
Numair grabbed her hands. "No Daine. It was bad of me to kiss you when you're drunk…and get aroused by it." That last part was whispered to himself but Daine heard it and a slow smirk appeared on her face.
"Really? How aroused?" She whispered sultrily.
Numair gulped. "Please don't." He said in a strangled voice.
Daine was positively delighted and leant back in her seat grinning madly. Numair turned the car back on and began to drive slightly recklessly back to his house again.
Once the car was parked, Daine stumbled out and Numair hooked an arm around her waist to steady her. Together they began to walk up to his apartment Numair muttering furiously under his breath. Daine, with arousal sobering her brain somewhat heard only a few words; "…sixteen…student…wouldn't be right…Thayet and Jon…Numair pull yourself together man!"
She snickered under her breath. Finally they reached Numair's door and he barely managed to get the key in the lock.
"Alright Daine, you are to go to bed." He ordered as they went in slamming the door shut.
"Only if you're there with me babe." She purred in his ear.
He noticeably shivered and gave her a gentle shove towards the bedroom."Now, Daine." He said in a no-nonsense tone "While I have a cold shower." He mumbled striding towards the bathroom and locking the door.
Daine giggled helplessly and went into the bedroom. Discarding her outer layers and standing in only her underwear she surveyed her reflection in the dresser mirror. She pulled the tiara out of her hair and all the pins letting her curls cascade down her back. She pouted momentarily and removed all her jewellery, except the large silver claw which was a gift from a man her mother knew. She never took it off.
In the bathroom next door, she could hear the running of water. She smirked again and gave her reflection one more going over. Selecting one of the bobby pins she put on Numair's dresser and the nail file that Evin gave her, she sauntered over to the bathroom door and picked the lock with ease.
Slipping soundlessly inside, she once again smiled deviously and quietly shut the door.
And that's the end of that. Chapter I mean not the story. Hope you enjoyed the chapter and I will graciously remind you to review cos it rocks my world!
IMPORTANT NOTE! The scene itself will be on a separate story thread in M and you will be able to access it via my profile. If you don't want to read it then you don't have to but well it's kind of obvious what they do.
Bitterness is the infection of a broken heart…
Love Queen Cocaine
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