Ok so I had planned to tell you about a trip I took to Vegas a little while
ago with Gunn and Xander but I have so much on right now that I'm going to
have to put that off for a couple of days at least, but I promise it will
be done before Halloween, cause we all know JUST how much I love that! Go
Martha...
Anyhoo... I had this VERY weird thing happen yesterday... Totally bizarre. This guy turns up on my doorstep and walks through the club into my bedroom lays down and tells me he's a gift from a client!!!!! And you all know how I feel about gift horses... WELL... Yeah, yeah... ok... Sure... Even I'm not that dumb. But what I do manage to establish, because let's face it, it would be rude not to at least establish what's going on, is that he was indeed sent by some demon I read the week before and it is customary for this species to repay debts in this particular way! Damn what a custom... So by the time he leaves like eight hours later, I'm thinking that reading the guy who sent me his homeworld's version of a gift basket 3 or 4 times a week might be good...
Ok ok, so I'm a slut I admit it... But at least I do admit it... And hey you know I am capable of behaving with the right individual... Oh wait you don't do you cause I haven't told the rest of that story have I? Ok well here's a bit more of what happened with her...
Right pumpkin nuts, pull up an easy chair and pour yourselves the beverage of your choice cause here comes the next thrilling instalment...
So like I said that night she left the club and I was still battling with the after effects of what I'd seen in her aura. But it wasn't until almost a week after when I was thinking about what she'd said to me when I KNEW and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that she hadn't been moving her lips when she said thank you... It was actually a very weird sensation. It was like I had felt what she said rather than listened to it. Yeah ok I know... Totally crazy and hell I had just passed out then puked the moment I woke up. So sure I did exactly the same thing as you are doing right now and put it down to an after effect of the circuit frying reading.
Thing is for the whole week she just kept popping into my head... Oh please, I mean all the time... She had the most amazing bright green eyes, to the point where if I hadn't read her I'd have sworn she was wearing contacts. It was sorta disturbingly out of character for me though. I mean don't get me wrong honey I'm a guy, I think about sex like ALL the time, but with her I was thinking about how she smelled of geranium and lavender or how her fingers felt as they caressed mine... Oh I was thinking about sex too and lots of it... Hey... I'm only non-human damn it!
So this of course is going on and on... Through the second week and into the third, without warning she appears again. It was a Wednesday night. Fairly quiet even for a Wednesday and not the same feel as a weekend crowd. During the week 99% of the clientele is non-human. It's Narchech though this weekend, a festival observed by a large proportion of the demon community and so on Saturday night there will be the most OUTRAGEOUS party, hence the fact that a good deal of the weeknight regulars are saving themselves for the weekend... Anyhoo... She's standing at the bar and she still has this six foot high aura, which is this fabulous shade of burnt orange with rich blue blobs and the odd red swirl. I decide to go for total nonchalance, even though my heart is beating like John Bonham on speed, which is always disconcerting when your heart is in your ass, especially once you sit down. So I make eye contact, smile briefly and nod. Real good so far, friendly, but not desperate...
"Can we talk?" She almost mouths the words, but having worked in clubs for as long as I have I can work out what she's saying even across the room. I nod again and gesture to the booth closest to her. As she sits I wander across the club happy that I'm not lying in my bed looking like death after 10 seconds in the microwave (think about it...) covered in vomit. I'm watching her as I do... She's smiling but there's something bothering her... I though, am happy that the totally uncoolness of the vomitorama is passed and I'm firmly re-established as smooth, heading towards damn sexy before the end of the evening. So you can imagine my annoyance when I suddenly find myself no longer balanced and heading to the ground...
*FUCK!!!!!!!!*
Gerry, a half Melkar, had taken it upon himself to stand right where I was headed and as he's only 4 feet tall and I'm rather bigger than that and looking at the VERY attractive girl who is waiting to talk to me I therefore didn't notice him till after I had fallen over his short but fat ass.
*Note. There's a moment in falling over when you REALLY believe for a fraction of a second that you can stop it. That all you have to do is redistribute your body weight to just there... and you'll be ok... Thing is by the time you've finished thinking that you've already made rather harsh and often painful contact with the floor.
Luckily for me though this time I hit the Vampire to my left and therefore manage a damage limitation so I only look mildly ridiculous as opposed to a total and complete asshole. Anyhoo. I suceed in giving an 'I'm such a great guy I can laugh at my own silliness' kind of a snigger as I finally make it to the table. She gives me the most amazing grin that makes me need to touch her, even just a little, as I sit opposite her. So to stop myself from spontaneously combusting I rest a hand on hers as I say hi... Removing it afterwards, you know just so it's more of a 'I feel comfortable enough to touch you, but I'm not assuming anything about why you're here' sort of a thing that a plain old 'I'm coming on to you and want to have lots of sex, ideally now, but realise we have to go through this whole preamble to get there...' Of course I'm actually thinking the latter... Hey I may analyse, cleanse, tone and moisturise like a woman but I still have the mind and the body of a guy... Well... Anyhoo... She hasn't hit me yet, so I figure that I've made the kind of impression I was going for, despite the slip up in the most literal sense of the phrase. In fact she's seems a little more relaxed than when she first arrived.
So Marcus comes and takes our orders... She drinks vodka *I so like this girl...* But there's still something in her that's just slightly uncomfortable, like she doesn't know how to broach the subject...
"Lorne... I... Did you... Did anything..." God she's pretty when she's got NO IDEA how the heck to put what's in her mind into words... Slender fingers run though her long hair as she struggles to make sense... She picks up her drink as Marcus brings it to her and takes the kind of swig that only someone who can handle their liquor can. "Ok this is sounding totally crazy now I'm here, so... Look, I'm sorry I wasted your time, I should go..."
She's about to stand up so I put my hands over hers and oh god those eyes... Damn... "Finn sugar what is it?" I'm concerned about her and it shows in my voice. *Fuck she knows I heard her* The thought hits me out of nowhere and I don't know why... "Sweetie, when we talked... You... Honey are you telepathic?" I ask her the question, more than prepared to be the one who ends up with the proverbial egg attached to my rather cute mush...
"Shit..." It's not exactly the reply I was expecting... She makes an attempt to clarify the statement, her drink is now empty so I gesture to Marcus to bring her another as she explains... "Sorry. It's just that... Well that's what I planned to ask you... I assumed that it was you and that I could just do it cause you were able to like pick it up but I take it from that question that you're not and so this is now even more confusing than I thought it was..." *Damn she's even cute when she rambles... Did I mention that I REALLY like this girl?* "See I'm not remotely telepathic, psychic, anything like that... I'm good at working people out but that's more about reading their body language that anything else and oh my god how much am I waffling like an idiot."
[It's ok sugar really...]
"Oh my god now you did it..."
I did. I had no clue how, cause I may have been anagogic, but telepathic... Nope. "I know..." Is about all I can initially manage as a response, cause hell this isn't where I thought the night was heading. Eventually my sensible head manages to grab the steering wheel from my genitals, which at this moment in time are busy convincing me that all I really want to think about is her covered in maple syrup wearing nothing at all, singing 'I wanna be loved by you'... Damn... Soo sensible head pulls the bolted pony to a halt and brings my mind back to the present situation. "Look. I strongly suspect this has something to do with the intensity of the reading. I mean it wouldn't be beyond the realms of possibility that somehow I got my head tuned into your frequency." She's starting to relax a little and why not... I mean what I'm saying makes perfect sense... "I'm sure it's just a little residual energy. You packed quite a whack there sugar pie and sometimes the effects can last a while."
Ok... Sure it sounds like it makes sense, but it doesn't. Come on... in all the time I've been reading I have NEVER even remotely had anything like this happen to me. But there's nothing about knowing that gonna help the situation right now so I decide to keep that little snippet to myself.
I take another sip of my drink before I realise she's staring at me. The grin is back with a vengeance. "You are such a liar." She shakes her head in amused acknowledgement of my adjustment of the truth of the situation. "But I know you were trying to make me feel better, soo..." The grin has grown into a laugh. "The really stupid thing is that I have no idea how I know... I just know..." Sitting back in her chair, her bottom lip is drawn between her teeth and I am thanking my lucky stars that there's a table between us... As she releases it she lets out a long sigh. "Want to know what else I know?"
The glint in her eyes means I couldn't say no even if there were a gun pointed at my head... "You know I do..."
She nods... It's true, she knows I do and I know she knows I do... Ok this is getting confusing...
"Well..." She's drawing it out making me wait and oh damn is it sexy... She shrugs with the perfect air of nonchalance I have been searching for all night. "Well, I also know that you REALLY REALLY want me in your bedroom again... But this time while you're conscious... Right?"
Goddamn I love telepathy... I just smile at her... [Right...]
So I'll leave the rest to your imaginations but trust me you have NO clue what its like till you've slept with someone who can read your mind... And yeah... Of course there's more to the story. But once again I'm gonna make you wait... Aren't I just a bitch...
Anyhoo... I had this VERY weird thing happen yesterday... Totally bizarre. This guy turns up on my doorstep and walks through the club into my bedroom lays down and tells me he's a gift from a client!!!!! And you all know how I feel about gift horses... WELL... Yeah, yeah... ok... Sure... Even I'm not that dumb. But what I do manage to establish, because let's face it, it would be rude not to at least establish what's going on, is that he was indeed sent by some demon I read the week before and it is customary for this species to repay debts in this particular way! Damn what a custom... So by the time he leaves like eight hours later, I'm thinking that reading the guy who sent me his homeworld's version of a gift basket 3 or 4 times a week might be good...
Ok ok, so I'm a slut I admit it... But at least I do admit it... And hey you know I am capable of behaving with the right individual... Oh wait you don't do you cause I haven't told the rest of that story have I? Ok well here's a bit more of what happened with her...
Right pumpkin nuts, pull up an easy chair and pour yourselves the beverage of your choice cause here comes the next thrilling instalment...
So like I said that night she left the club and I was still battling with the after effects of what I'd seen in her aura. But it wasn't until almost a week after when I was thinking about what she'd said to me when I KNEW and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that she hadn't been moving her lips when she said thank you... It was actually a very weird sensation. It was like I had felt what she said rather than listened to it. Yeah ok I know... Totally crazy and hell I had just passed out then puked the moment I woke up. So sure I did exactly the same thing as you are doing right now and put it down to an after effect of the circuit frying reading.
Thing is for the whole week she just kept popping into my head... Oh please, I mean all the time... She had the most amazing bright green eyes, to the point where if I hadn't read her I'd have sworn she was wearing contacts. It was sorta disturbingly out of character for me though. I mean don't get me wrong honey I'm a guy, I think about sex like ALL the time, but with her I was thinking about how she smelled of geranium and lavender or how her fingers felt as they caressed mine... Oh I was thinking about sex too and lots of it... Hey... I'm only non-human damn it!
So this of course is going on and on... Through the second week and into the third, without warning she appears again. It was a Wednesday night. Fairly quiet even for a Wednesday and not the same feel as a weekend crowd. During the week 99% of the clientele is non-human. It's Narchech though this weekend, a festival observed by a large proportion of the demon community and so on Saturday night there will be the most OUTRAGEOUS party, hence the fact that a good deal of the weeknight regulars are saving themselves for the weekend... Anyhoo... She's standing at the bar and she still has this six foot high aura, which is this fabulous shade of burnt orange with rich blue blobs and the odd red swirl. I decide to go for total nonchalance, even though my heart is beating like John Bonham on speed, which is always disconcerting when your heart is in your ass, especially once you sit down. So I make eye contact, smile briefly and nod. Real good so far, friendly, but not desperate...
"Can we talk?" She almost mouths the words, but having worked in clubs for as long as I have I can work out what she's saying even across the room. I nod again and gesture to the booth closest to her. As she sits I wander across the club happy that I'm not lying in my bed looking like death after 10 seconds in the microwave (think about it...) covered in vomit. I'm watching her as I do... She's smiling but there's something bothering her... I though, am happy that the totally uncoolness of the vomitorama is passed and I'm firmly re-established as smooth, heading towards damn sexy before the end of the evening. So you can imagine my annoyance when I suddenly find myself no longer balanced and heading to the ground...
*FUCK!!!!!!!!*
Gerry, a half Melkar, had taken it upon himself to stand right where I was headed and as he's only 4 feet tall and I'm rather bigger than that and looking at the VERY attractive girl who is waiting to talk to me I therefore didn't notice him till after I had fallen over his short but fat ass.
*Note. There's a moment in falling over when you REALLY believe for a fraction of a second that you can stop it. That all you have to do is redistribute your body weight to just there... and you'll be ok... Thing is by the time you've finished thinking that you've already made rather harsh and often painful contact with the floor.
Luckily for me though this time I hit the Vampire to my left and therefore manage a damage limitation so I only look mildly ridiculous as opposed to a total and complete asshole. Anyhoo. I suceed in giving an 'I'm such a great guy I can laugh at my own silliness' kind of a snigger as I finally make it to the table. She gives me the most amazing grin that makes me need to touch her, even just a little, as I sit opposite her. So to stop myself from spontaneously combusting I rest a hand on hers as I say hi... Removing it afterwards, you know just so it's more of a 'I feel comfortable enough to touch you, but I'm not assuming anything about why you're here' sort of a thing that a plain old 'I'm coming on to you and want to have lots of sex, ideally now, but realise we have to go through this whole preamble to get there...' Of course I'm actually thinking the latter... Hey I may analyse, cleanse, tone and moisturise like a woman but I still have the mind and the body of a guy... Well... Anyhoo... She hasn't hit me yet, so I figure that I've made the kind of impression I was going for, despite the slip up in the most literal sense of the phrase. In fact she's seems a little more relaxed than when she first arrived.
So Marcus comes and takes our orders... She drinks vodka *I so like this girl...* But there's still something in her that's just slightly uncomfortable, like she doesn't know how to broach the subject...
"Lorne... I... Did you... Did anything..." God she's pretty when she's got NO IDEA how the heck to put what's in her mind into words... Slender fingers run though her long hair as she struggles to make sense... She picks up her drink as Marcus brings it to her and takes the kind of swig that only someone who can handle their liquor can. "Ok this is sounding totally crazy now I'm here, so... Look, I'm sorry I wasted your time, I should go..."
She's about to stand up so I put my hands over hers and oh god those eyes... Damn... "Finn sugar what is it?" I'm concerned about her and it shows in my voice. *Fuck she knows I heard her* The thought hits me out of nowhere and I don't know why... "Sweetie, when we talked... You... Honey are you telepathic?" I ask her the question, more than prepared to be the one who ends up with the proverbial egg attached to my rather cute mush...
"Shit..." It's not exactly the reply I was expecting... She makes an attempt to clarify the statement, her drink is now empty so I gesture to Marcus to bring her another as she explains... "Sorry. It's just that... Well that's what I planned to ask you... I assumed that it was you and that I could just do it cause you were able to like pick it up but I take it from that question that you're not and so this is now even more confusing than I thought it was..." *Damn she's even cute when she rambles... Did I mention that I REALLY like this girl?* "See I'm not remotely telepathic, psychic, anything like that... I'm good at working people out but that's more about reading their body language that anything else and oh my god how much am I waffling like an idiot."
[It's ok sugar really...]
"Oh my god now you did it..."
I did. I had no clue how, cause I may have been anagogic, but telepathic... Nope. "I know..." Is about all I can initially manage as a response, cause hell this isn't where I thought the night was heading. Eventually my sensible head manages to grab the steering wheel from my genitals, which at this moment in time are busy convincing me that all I really want to think about is her covered in maple syrup wearing nothing at all, singing 'I wanna be loved by you'... Damn... Soo sensible head pulls the bolted pony to a halt and brings my mind back to the present situation. "Look. I strongly suspect this has something to do with the intensity of the reading. I mean it wouldn't be beyond the realms of possibility that somehow I got my head tuned into your frequency." She's starting to relax a little and why not... I mean what I'm saying makes perfect sense... "I'm sure it's just a little residual energy. You packed quite a whack there sugar pie and sometimes the effects can last a while."
Ok... Sure it sounds like it makes sense, but it doesn't. Come on... in all the time I've been reading I have NEVER even remotely had anything like this happen to me. But there's nothing about knowing that gonna help the situation right now so I decide to keep that little snippet to myself.
I take another sip of my drink before I realise she's staring at me. The grin is back with a vengeance. "You are such a liar." She shakes her head in amused acknowledgement of my adjustment of the truth of the situation. "But I know you were trying to make me feel better, soo..." The grin has grown into a laugh. "The really stupid thing is that I have no idea how I know... I just know..." Sitting back in her chair, her bottom lip is drawn between her teeth and I am thanking my lucky stars that there's a table between us... As she releases it she lets out a long sigh. "Want to know what else I know?"
The glint in her eyes means I couldn't say no even if there were a gun pointed at my head... "You know I do..."
She nods... It's true, she knows I do and I know she knows I do... Ok this is getting confusing...
"Well..." She's drawing it out making me wait and oh damn is it sexy... She shrugs with the perfect air of nonchalance I have been searching for all night. "Well, I also know that you REALLY REALLY want me in your bedroom again... But this time while you're conscious... Right?"
Goddamn I love telepathy... I just smile at her... [Right...]
So I'll leave the rest to your imaginations but trust me you have NO clue what its like till you've slept with someone who can read your mind... And yeah... Of course there's more to the story. But once again I'm gonna make you wait... Aren't I just a bitch...