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Go on and close the curtains
All we need is candlelight
You and me and a bottle of wine
Going to hold you tonight
We know I'm going away
How I wish, wish it weren't so
Take this wine and drink with me
Let's delay our misery
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Paige and Glen made the most of the week he was in town. They were inseperable, going to their favourite clubs and bars and all the places they'd hung out at as kids. Friday came much too soon for either of their liking.
They woke up early, and lay in bed for a while, just holding each other.
"What time does your plane leave?" Paige asked him.
"Late tonight. Early tomorrow morning. Whatever. I think the ticket says 3 a.m." he replied.
Paige turned her head slightly to consult her alarm clock. "That gives us... 20 hours, just about."
Glen pulled her closer. "Well, then. We should probably make that time as... productive.. as possible."
"Productive?" Paige repeated.
"That's what I said." he confirmed.
"You're just looking to score." she accused.
"Oh yeah."
Paige laughed, and kissed him, pulling the covers up over their heads.
An hour later, they finally got out of bed.
"So, what do you want to do for the rest of the day?" Paige asked, buttoning a shirt.
"Oh, I dunno. More of that?" Glen teased while pulling on his pants.
Paige hit him with a pillow. "Not funny. Come on, Glen, it's your last day here, and then after that who knows when you're going to drop in again? I want to make it special."
"Allright," Glen sighed. "I promise, we'll stay fully clothed for the rest of the day. For the most part. Maybe."
Paige smiled. "Come on," she said. "Let's have breakfast."
"What do we have?" Glen asked.
Paige went into the kitchen area. She opened the fridge, closed it again, and looked through the cupboards, forwning. "Um... A few bottles of beer, some cheap wine, and a pack of cigarettes." she said after a few minutes.
"That's it?" Glen asked incredulously. "That's all you keep in your kitchen?"
"Well, there's also some bird food for Oscar." she said, pointing to her parakeet.
"Very appetizing." Glen remarked. "Let's go. I'm taking you out for a real breakfast. As in, one that consists of actual food."
Paige smiled. "Sounds great."
They went to an outdoor café near the waterfront. Paige ordered scrambled eggs with a glass of white wine.
"Isn't it a bit early to be drinking?" Glen asked.
Paige shrugged. "We have to celebrate."
"Celebrate that you're getting rid of me? Oh, I feel so loved right now." Glen quipped.
She smirked. "I love you, honey."
"Thanks, babe." he replied dryly.
By the time they left the café, it was already lunchtime. They decided to go take a walk down by the beach. That kept them occupied for some time; playing in the sand, splashing water on each other, and generally having fun. It started getting late, and they decided to go back to Paige's loft to change into dry clothes before going to dinner.
"Let's eat somewhere different for a change." Paige suggested as they were getting dressed.
"Different? Like where?" Glen asked.
Paige shrugged. "Like, not Pizza Hut?"
"Aw, and I was just in the mood for an extra-large pie, with olives and anchovies." he teased.
She made a face. "I heard about this new restaurant, Quake, from my friend Brittany. She went there last week, and she said the food's amazing."
"Quake?" Glen repeated. "You mean, as in earth?"
Paige nodded. "Yeah, kinda corny for something in San Fransisco, but what the hell? As long as the food's good, right? And besides, Brittany said the manager and her sisters are really hot." she added in a taunting sing-song voice.
Glen paused, looking up sharply, but then decided not to bite. Paige laughed.
"You know you want to. Go on, check them out. I mean, check it out. The restaurant. You know what I mean." Paige said, pretending to stammer.
"I know what you mean, and I resent what you're implying."
"Me? Implying something? Why, Glen, whatever do you mean?" Paige asked innocently.
He pulled her down onto the bed. "You know damn well what I mean. I'm just going to the restaurant to eat. Not to check out women."
Paige got back up. "Whatever you say, buddy. Look, I already made the reservations. Come on, let's go."
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A/N: Hmm. Going to Quake. Will Paige cross paths with her sisters directly, or am I just teasing you because I'm evil? Find out by reading the next chapter. Find out faster by reviewing this one.
~from the song "Save Tonight" by Eagle Eye Cherry~
Go on and close the curtains
All we need is candlelight
You and me and a bottle of wine
Going to hold you tonight
We know I'm going away
How I wish, wish it weren't so
Take this wine and drink with me
Let's delay our misery
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Paige and Glen made the most of the week he was in town. They were inseperable, going to their favourite clubs and bars and all the places they'd hung out at as kids. Friday came much too soon for either of their liking.
They woke up early, and lay in bed for a while, just holding each other.
"What time does your plane leave?" Paige asked him.
"Late tonight. Early tomorrow morning. Whatever. I think the ticket says 3 a.m." he replied.
Paige turned her head slightly to consult her alarm clock. "That gives us... 20 hours, just about."
Glen pulled her closer. "Well, then. We should probably make that time as... productive.. as possible."
"Productive?" Paige repeated.
"That's what I said." he confirmed.
"You're just looking to score." she accused.
"Oh yeah."
Paige laughed, and kissed him, pulling the covers up over their heads.
An hour later, they finally got out of bed.
"So, what do you want to do for the rest of the day?" Paige asked, buttoning a shirt.
"Oh, I dunno. More of that?" Glen teased while pulling on his pants.
Paige hit him with a pillow. "Not funny. Come on, Glen, it's your last day here, and then after that who knows when you're going to drop in again? I want to make it special."
"Allright," Glen sighed. "I promise, we'll stay fully clothed for the rest of the day. For the most part. Maybe."
Paige smiled. "Come on," she said. "Let's have breakfast."
"What do we have?" Glen asked.
Paige went into the kitchen area. She opened the fridge, closed it again, and looked through the cupboards, forwning. "Um... A few bottles of beer, some cheap wine, and a pack of cigarettes." she said after a few minutes.
"That's it?" Glen asked incredulously. "That's all you keep in your kitchen?"
"Well, there's also some bird food for Oscar." she said, pointing to her parakeet.
"Very appetizing." Glen remarked. "Let's go. I'm taking you out for a real breakfast. As in, one that consists of actual food."
Paige smiled. "Sounds great."
They went to an outdoor café near the waterfront. Paige ordered scrambled eggs with a glass of white wine.
"Isn't it a bit early to be drinking?" Glen asked.
Paige shrugged. "We have to celebrate."
"Celebrate that you're getting rid of me? Oh, I feel so loved right now." Glen quipped.
She smirked. "I love you, honey."
"Thanks, babe." he replied dryly.
By the time they left the café, it was already lunchtime. They decided to go take a walk down by the beach. That kept them occupied for some time; playing in the sand, splashing water on each other, and generally having fun. It started getting late, and they decided to go back to Paige's loft to change into dry clothes before going to dinner.
"Let's eat somewhere different for a change." Paige suggested as they were getting dressed.
"Different? Like where?" Glen asked.
Paige shrugged. "Like, not Pizza Hut?"
"Aw, and I was just in the mood for an extra-large pie, with olives and anchovies." he teased.
She made a face. "I heard about this new restaurant, Quake, from my friend Brittany. She went there last week, and she said the food's amazing."
"Quake?" Glen repeated. "You mean, as in earth?"
Paige nodded. "Yeah, kinda corny for something in San Fransisco, but what the hell? As long as the food's good, right? And besides, Brittany said the manager and her sisters are really hot." she added in a taunting sing-song voice.
Glen paused, looking up sharply, but then decided not to bite. Paige laughed.
"You know you want to. Go on, check them out. I mean, check it out. The restaurant. You know what I mean." Paige said, pretending to stammer.
"I know what you mean, and I resent what you're implying."
"Me? Implying something? Why, Glen, whatever do you mean?" Paige asked innocently.
He pulled her down onto the bed. "You know damn well what I mean. I'm just going to the restaurant to eat. Not to check out women."
Paige got back up. "Whatever you say, buddy. Look, I already made the reservations. Come on, let's go."
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A/N: Hmm. Going to Quake. Will Paige cross paths with her sisters directly, or am I just teasing you because I'm evil? Find out by reading the next chapter. Find out faster by reviewing this one.
~from the song "Save Tonight" by Eagle Eye Cherry~