theme: digital watch
The only source of light was the occasional flicker of lightning out in the distance. Her apartment was kept in an unusual quiet that night. She couldn't quite recollect what task she had been carrying out before the power outage.
Formerly, the woman has undressed into fresh lingerie and a silk sea foam-green robe.
Lavender filled her nostrils as she toppled over onto her bed, inhaling it's enriching odors. Eileen had set down her glasses somewhere in her kitchen, but there was virtually no way of finding them now. She had been without electricity for at least an hour.
Besides the pitter-patter of rain on concrete and the ominous chirping of crickets outside, the silence created a sense of vacancy inside of Eileen's head. Her cell-phone battery was dead, and due to the lack of electricity, she was unable to recharge it. No flashlights.
There were a couple of vanilla candles scattered throughout her living room but alas, she was out of matches. Eileen was certainly kicking herself for her lack of preparation for the storm. Being an avid outdoors man, her father always made sure to pound one thing into her adolescent brain; "be ready for anything".
Warily, she rolled under the covers, drawing them over her head. Someone should be here to fix the power soon enough..
Eileen flinched as soon as she heard a loud banging coming from the living room Hesitantly, she slipped out from underneath the sheets, straightening her robe as she headed down the corridor. Being half-blind and completely shrouded in darkness, it was difficult for her to maneuver her way past her various furniture. A series of hurried knocks followed.
"I'm coming," she insisted, approached the door with caution. Eileen squinted through the peep-hole, puzzled to see a brown-grayish blob standing at her doorstep. "Who's there?"
"It's me, Rigby," the blur spoke through the door. His voice was slightly drowned out by the sound of rain.
Immediately, she yanked it open. "I'm so sorry I took so long! Come in," Eileen insisted, stepping out of his way. She was surprised to feel him slip an object into her grasp. "I thought that this might be useful," Rigby told her, pulling out a duplicate of his own.
Eileen's fingers grazed some sort of switch. Click! A beam of light shot out of the end. "Woah! Thanks!"
"Don't mention it," he replied, turning his flashlight on. He instantly tensed up. "Er.."
"What?" By now, Eileen had retrieved her glasses from the kitchen counter. Rigby coughed, signaling his discomfort with the situation. "You, uh- your robe is loose."
Blood rushed to her face as she quickly tied it back up. "Thank-you for catching that," Eileen responded. Wanting to drive the attention off of her, she looked at Rigby. "What are you doing here? And.. oh my gosh- you're soaking wet!" Eileen exclaimed, observing his damp fur. She rushed into her closet to bring back a towel for him.
Rubbing down his hair, Rigby tried as best he could to explain himself. "So there me and Mordo were, right?"
"Mordo and I."
"..Whatever," he continued, ruffling the brown tufts of hair on his head. "Anyways, we had just gotten away from this crazy monster-thingy when the rain started. Mordecai called up Margaret to make sure she was okay and junk. He told me to call you up, too, but you didn't answer. I was all like, 'well maybe her phone lines are down, man', and he was all 'well you should still go check on her dude, be a good person blah blah blah'. So, out of the kindness of my heart, I walked a whole two blocks in the pouring rain," Rigby finished, handing the muddy towel to Eileen.
"And it looks to me like I came here for nothing. You're okay, right, Eileen?" The mole paused for a moment, pondering an answer. "I suppose I'm fine."
"Sweet. Well, if you'd happen to have an umbrella- that'd be cool-, I'd like to borro-" "Wait!" Eileen interrupted, chucking the filthy towel onto her couch. She shone the the light onto Rigby's watch. "What time is it?"
"Uh.." he said, scanning the digital numbers on his wrist. "About 9:47. Why?"
"Just- can you stay for just a couple more minutes? Until, um.. 9:55? Please?" she begged.
Rigby picked up his flashlight and shrugged. "I guess just a few more minutes won't kill me."
For the remainder of the time he was there, Rigby and Eileen engaged in hushed conversations. Rigby lead in embarrassing stories about Mordecai in junior high (making both of them erupt in childish laughter) and in return, Eileen released juicy gossip during a game of 'truth or dare'.
"Truth or dare?" she asked, shining the flashlight under her face for dramatic affect.
"Truth."
"Have you ever been in love?" Eileen, knowing Rigby, imagined him replying with something stupid, like 'do grilled-cheese sandwiches count?'. But instead, he came up with a perplexing answer.
"I don't know what love feels like, so I wouldn't be able to tell you."
They followed up the game with a competition based off of hand-puppets made on the ceiling. Rigby was in the middle of telling her about his little brother, Don, when when the all of the electronics miraculously turned back on. With a loud hum, the air conditioning started up as well. "Hey! Looks like the electricity is back," Eileen proclaimed, jumping off of her bed.
"Yeah. Y'know, I think I have get back to the Park House now. I gotta work tomorrow, so.." he trailed off, looking out the bedroom window. "And I guess I don't need an umbrella," he commented, gesturing outside.
The rain had ceased.
Rigby treaded up the darkened stairs, exhaused. He proceeded to enter his and Mordecai's bedroom, unannounced. Mordecai was lying in bed, his covers disheveled. "There you are, dude! What took you so long?" he asked, sitting up.
"I went to check on Eileen like you told me to. Why?" Rigby questioned, frowning. "What time is it?"
"Don't look at me. You're the one with the watch," Mordecai muttered back, easing his head down back onto his pillow.
Rigby checked the numbers displayed on his digital watch.
It was 1:34 in the morning.
A/N: You proud of me, guys? I wrote a bunch of drabbles on my vacation! be prepared hohoho~
