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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 6, 2009 3:19:52 GMT -5
I just watched the simple rubbing motion like it was some sort of miracle being preformed or something. This whole night had been an emotional roller coaster. Up and down, back and forth, it was confusing for lack of a better word. “So would you like to get something to eat while we’re here? My treat.” I smiled warmly hoping that maybe food could do what I couldn’t…make him happy again.
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Post by Shannon on Aug 6, 2009 3:23:01 GMT -5
I smiled at her gently. "That sounds good. I can pull us a couple of strings too..." Jase had done some technical work here a couple of times and the bartender knew me pretty well. He also, unfortunately, knew the trouble that I had gotten into a couple of times. I preferred that he didn't go into story time and rehash those memories.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 6, 2009 3:31:13 GMT -5
I cantered my head to the side not sure what he meant by pulling strings so instead of asking quesions and wasting time on getting an explanation I just decided to sit and watch him work his magic.
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Post by Shannon on Aug 6, 2009 3:35:23 GMT -5
I grinned at her. "Be right back..." I walked up to the bar and leaned against it. The bartender recognized me and came over with a smile. He ruffled the back of my hair, making it spike even more than usual. After our conversation, I made my way back to the table and he called over the waitress, telling her that we could get discounts since Jase had helped out so much before. I sat back in the chair. "Knowing Jase has some perks..."
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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 9, 2009 2:01:57 GMT -5
I smirked when I realized what was going on. “Well now I feel like I know a VIP or something, I must say this is a nice change of pace. I’m used to hanging out with looser boys.” I stood up so that I could turn my chair the right way, and sit in it the right way too. Not to be proper no, I wanted to tilt it back on two legs. When I got it arched back I just linked my hands and set them in my lap waiting for Shannon to take care of things, I was confident he knew what to do.
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Post by Shannon on Aug 9, 2009 2:09:05 GMT -5
The waitress was busy for the moment but I was sure she would be here eventually. I looked at Izzy and gave her a sad smile. "Don't count your chickens before their hatched." I didn't truly have the greatest personality though some people thought I did. The waitress came by and tossed a couple of menus on the table. "I'll come back by in a couple of minutes." I vaguely remembered her from the last time I had been here with Jase. She held a grudge against me for something I didn't even remember doing.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 9, 2009 2:23:03 GMT -5
I put my chairs back on all fours so that I could look at one of the menus that the waitress had thrown down. I wasn’t sure what was up with Shannon but it was clear that something was wrong or that he had changed in some way. I pulled the menu up so that it would hide my expressions. I made the motions of looking for a suitable food item but I was really pondering the situation and thinking if it would be best to try and do something or just let it be. With Shannon it was hard to tell when to do what.
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Post by Shannon on Aug 9, 2009 2:52:31 GMT -5
I rested a hand on the menu. I stared at it absentmindedly for a second. I hadn't actually eaten anything for a couple of days. Or slept for that matter. I was having trouble adjusting to being in a new environment. The uneasiness made me sick and for some reason my personality was off because of it. I fiddled with the edge of the menu, reading what was on the front cover of it.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 9, 2009 23:23:14 GMT -5
I threw the menu onto the table and stared at it for a moment. Then I slowly moved my gaze up to Shannon. “Umm look I can see that your not really yourself so I was wondering if you would fill me in on what’s wrong.” I didn’t want to sound nosey but things were beginning to be uncomfortable in regards to the feeling of our little table.
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Post by Shannon on Aug 9, 2009 23:32:56 GMT -5
I looked up and smiled at her gently. My eyes were extremely expressive and I knew my emotions were now easily determined. "I can always count on you to know when somethings wrong." I was extremely grateful that she was my friend. I doubted I could have tolerated this much time here without her. "Is it wrong for me to feel guilty when I don't know exactly what I'm feeling guilty for?" I'm sure the question didn't make any sense. I dropped all sarcasm and the question was sincere.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 12, 2009 0:25:43 GMT -5
I was sure that I looked confused when he finished. I opened my mouth a few times to speak but sure enough my lighting quick wit made sure nothing came out. Amongst my confusion I found myself cantering my head as if the motion itself would suddenly give me an answer.
It took a moment but I finally set my head straight so that I could force out words. “Umm well I guess it’s possible…maybe you want to blame yourself for something but you can’t think of it so your guilt tripping yourself to replace the feeling of blame.” I was no doctor so a guess response was all I had.
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Post by Shannon on Aug 12, 2009 0:32:33 GMT -5
I smiled shyly and looked at the table. "Forget I said anything. How can I expect anyone to understand if I don't understand myself." I leaned my elbow against the table and rested my cheek on my hand. I felt like my emotions were hopping from one extreme to another. At the moment, my strange brooding unhappiness had been tossed out the window and I felt relaxed just sitting here with Izzy.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 12, 2009 0:39:38 GMT -5
I just watched Shannon move not saying anything more for the moment. What was there to say really, it seemed that talking was not being of much help. On the other hand I had issues with sitting and doing nothing so I reached under the table and grabbed Shannon’s knee with a wicked smile of sorts on my lips. I didn’t plan to hurt him, it was more a less one of our little games.
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Post by Shannon on Aug 12, 2009 0:44:32 GMT -5
I twitched and laughed in a high pitched way that made me clap a hand over my mouth and blush bright red. I was sure people were staring but I didn't want to turn to look. Once I was sure I wasn't going to make some other noise that resembled a rodent I removed my hand. "Cheater..." I was grinning broadly. I wondered absentmindedly how many of my other ticklish spots she knew about.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 12, 2009 2:07:31 GMT -5
I withdrew my hand and pointed at myself while shaking my head only the slightest bit. “Me a cheater? Naw…” My evil smirk remained, well after my head stopped shaking and my hand had been moved back to my lap. “By the way bright red suits you well Shannon.”
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