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Post by Ross Anderson on Sept 20, 2008 1:02:06 GMT -5
Ross wanted nothing more than to pull out his wand and hex this guy so badly, but he was out and he wasn't going to cause attention, or anymore than he already had. His eyes narrowed and he tried to remind himself to breathe.
This evening was blown to pieces. There was no use in trying to salavge it. He didn't have any luck at all. What was his damn problem? He couldn't talk to girls, his best friend promised him that it was just going to be them, but then someone steps in and she forgets all about it. What was wrong with him?!
Ross started to shake his head after noticing that this guy was still awfully close. He felt like part of him just broke, and it was in his chest. He heard the man, and by the look on Danny's face, she would have preferred to be with Mr. Charming. "You know what? I'm just going to go," he said his voice holding anger. "I'll just see you some time Danny. I hope you have fun tonight. I've got work I've got to do tomorrow." He tried to force a smile on his face, but failed. He was far to angry.
After that Ross just turned around and started for the door. He was sure that Mr. Charming would get her home some how or another.
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Post by Danielle Thomas on Sept 20, 2008 1:14:52 GMT -5
Danny's eyes met Edmund's as he spoke, and he may as well have not said a word for that look in his eyes. They had her captivated. "Right. One dance."
She had to remind herself over the course of the next couple of minutes that Ross had every right to be angry. But it wasn't as if she had started flirting with everyone around. He had approached her, and Ross was the one who allowed it before she even had a chance to say no.
"Ross, wait," she called out, biting her lip and looking back at Edmund. She wanted to tell him to wait, an her eyes probably said as much, but Ross meant more to her. "I'm sorry," she told Edmund, then started towards the door until she caught up with Ross.
"Ross, wait. Where are you going?"
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Post by Ross Anderson on Sept 20, 2008 7:45:55 GMT -5
Ross shouldn't have been this angry seeing as him and Danny were not dating, but there was something inside him that just broke. He did stop when Danny called out. He turned around and raised an eyebrow. "I'm going back to my apartment," he said evenly. Ross had to think about how in the world he got so angry so fast. He wouldn't have usually if her promise was broken. He would have just let that slide, but there was something different about this and it just wasn't that the promise was broken. "You seem like you're having a lot of fun with Mr. Charmer over there and I don't want to get in the way of that. I also have somethings at work to do tomorrow and it's getting late."
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Post by Danielle Thomas on Sept 20, 2008 11:07:53 GMT -5
She gave him a hard look for a moment. Everything Danny was thinking was usually very clear in her eyes. This was ridiculous. "Ross, I'm sorry," she said slowly, deciding it best not to fight with him. She hated fighting with him. "I know I said it would be just us. I was even going to tell him no when he asked to cut in... you were the one who walked away, Ross."
She took a couple steps towards him and put her hand on his arm. "Come dance with me again," she urged gently, biting down the harsher words that wanted to come out. Don't fight with him, she repeated to herself.
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Post by Ross Anderson on Sept 20, 2008 11:26:40 GMT -5
"Well, what was I supposed to do? Be rude and tell him no? You know that I wasn't raised that way." Ross' eyes finally locked with Danny's. He didn't know what to think of what was there, but he chose to not comment. Ross could just say he was sorry and then everything would probably be alright, but then again he shouldn't be the one that was sorry. She let the man do whatever to her.
His muscles tensed as she touched his arm. He didn't want to fight with her. Ross hated to be mad at her. In fact, Ross was not mad at her. He was mad with himself. He didn't have the courage to step in sooner. Danny looked like she was having fun, even though it pained him to see her like that with another guy. What had gotten into him? Had he finally lost his mind?
Her eyes told that she had something else she wanted to say. Ross gave his head a shake. "I know you want to dance again with him. He's far better than I am. And don't be sorry. Maybe you finally found your prince charming, but you won't know until you go back and talk to him." Ross had to swallow the lump in his throat as he spoke. "Have fun Danny. Don't let me pull you away."
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Post by Danielle Thomas on Sept 20, 2008 11:35:02 GMT -5
"You could have been quiet and let me tell him no!" She told him. "Because appearantly I was raised with no manners." She bit this down and blinked. "Ignore that. Ross..."
She took a deep breath, looking almost hurt when he decided to leave anyway. And she shook her head. "No, Ross. What the hell is wrong with you? Your best friend is close to begging you to stay, and you're still pushing her away! But all right."
She pulled away from him. "You have things to do tonight that maybe you forgot about early. I will accept that, even though I know it's a lie. Let's go home."
She didn't want to feel guilty because of was being so self sacrificing. It was one bloody dance!
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Post by Ross Anderson on Sept 20, 2008 11:44:03 GMT -5
"Well, he didn't really ask you, did he? He tapped me on the shoulder and asked me. I was only being polite, and I never said that you weren't raised with manners!" His voice was a little louder than he intended, but he wasn't yelling. This was dumb. He got angry over one little dance. Over Danny possibly enjoying herself with someone else.
Ross sighed loudly. "I'm not pushing you away Danny! I'm just trying to help you! If you're around me all the time, guys might think that you're taken." Not that I wouldn't mind them thinking that he finished in his head. "We have plenty of time to hang out together. You met someone else tonight, and that's fine Danny. Really, it is." Ross made his voice soften. "I want you happy. He could possibly do that."
He frowned when Danny pulled away from him. Ross didn't bother hiding his emotions tonight. "No. Danny, we're not going home. Not until you're happy. Now I know that you liked dancing with him, so go. Go dance with him more. I don't care, honestly."
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Post by Danielle Thomas on Sept 20, 2008 11:55:30 GMT -5
She shook her head at Ross. Not until she was happy? Well f*ck him. It wasn't like she was in the mood to go dance with the stranger anymore. No, he had killed that for her rather successfully.
"You do care, Ross. I just don't understand why. I hate when you lie to me." She took another deep breath. "I am going to go inside and get another drink, and then I'm going home. You... you're free to get away from me. But tomorrow, you and I are going to talk."
She would not argue with him right now. She would wait until she cleared her head and could talk to him logically. They really didn't have any time to hang out anymore... maybe that was the part that hurt when he said it. They had met up earlier for the first time in a couple of weeks because he was out of town and she was busy and it was always like that.
She shook her head and smiled gently. "Good night, Ross."
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Post by Ross Anderson on Sept 20, 2008 12:05:12 GMT -5
"I'm not lying to you Danny. I don't have any reason to lie to you," said Ross. There was something wrong with him and he was going to have to figure out what.
Before Danny walked away, he caught her wrist. "I'm going to walk with you home. You can't walk out here alone." Ross was still angry with himself, but he wasn't going to let the possiblity of Danny getting hurt out on the streets happen.
He followed her back inside and handed the bartender several coins. "Just keep the change," he told her. After he ordered another drink for Danny, he waited patiently on her to finish off her drink. Tonight, he was going to have to have a long talk with himself to try and figure out why in the hell he was so mad with himself.
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Post by Danielle Thomas on Sept 20, 2008 12:11:03 GMT -5
She would have apparated home. Or...
Her eyes found the stranger. Maybe she would taken Ross for his word and let that man walk her home. Or take her to his home.
"I'm really mad at you right now," She said quietly, taking her eyes away from Edmund and taking a sip from her drink. "And you can tell me what's wrong any time..." She gave him a look. She so badly wanted to ask him if he had been jealous. That would explain a lot, but he was her best friend and had been for years. He tried flirting with the bartender earlier. He couldn't have been jealous.
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Post by Ross Anderson on Sept 20, 2008 12:27:54 GMT -5
Ross was taken aback by what she said. He could tell her what was wrong anytime? She was the one pushing him away. Of course it hurt, and he didn't bother hiding it. A mixture of jealous was written on his face as well.
He looked directly at Danny with his emotions stated plain as day across his face. "Fine," he said shortly. "Night Danielle." Ross never called her by her first name. He had always called her 'Danny'. He swore he could have heard something rip even more in his chest. A smile wouldn't form on his face, but he settled to a small wave before apparating back to his apartment.
Once there, his anger rose. Ross let out a loud scream before shoving everything off his bookshelf in his living room. He had to release his anger some how. His eyes laid on a picture of him and Danny together. The picture was beside the couch. In the picture they were grinning. Ross quickly laid the picture face down. He threw the pillows on his couch onto the floor as well. Now his floor was covered in books and the two pillows from his couch.
Walking into the kitchen, Ross found his bottle of firewhiskey. He opened it. Why was he so mad with himself? Why did he get so jealous that it turned into anger? What his mother had told him about a month ago entered his mind. You love Danny more than a friend, but you're just not ready to admit it to yourself yet. Was she right? That would have explained everything. The jealously, the sudden urge to knock things off the shelves, the wanting to turn to the bottle.
Ross had always loved Danny. More than she would ever know. He thought that she was the one for him, but never said anything because he was sure that she didn't love him in the same way. Now, he was admitting it to himself. Although, it didn't help anything. He felt like his heart had been broken. He needed to be numbed, badly.
After drinking half the brand new bottle of Firewhiskey, Ross left the bottle on the counter and stumbled to his bedroom. He headed straight for his bed. Sleep was needed. After managing to kick off his shoes, Ross laid on his bed just before a deep sleep calmed him.
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Post by Danielle Thomas on Sept 20, 2008 12:36:46 GMT -5
(Awww...)
Danny looked up, a little shocked when she heard her name like that. "Ross-" She started, and he was gone. What the hell had just happened? She was trying to get Ross to talk to her, and however she had phrased it had obviously not worked.
She knocked back the rest of the drink, setting the glass on the bar and feeling like she wanted to cry. Danny rarely ever cried, but Ross was one of those people that she cared about enough that she would cry when he was angry with her.
She ran a hand through her hair, not wanting to go home yet because she lived so close to him. And besides, she was allowed to have fun without him. Pulling her head up, she ordered another drink, enough to get her a buzz started, and turned to face the dance floor. She was searching out Edmund.
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Post by Edmund Fairfax on Sept 21, 2008 0:22:47 GMT -5
Edmund had been standing off to one side, listening to some of their exchange while feigning interest in a flighty blonde. But when Danielle returned to the bar, looking a little lost. Smiling to himself, he moved away from the blonde and walked back to where Danny was standing.
"I take it that didn't go well," he said in a soft voice. As if he cared or something. "Your friend got awfully upset. I hope I wasn't the cause of that."
Actually, he did hope that. But he couldn't very well tell her so.
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Post by Danielle Thomas on Sept 21, 2008 0:34:51 GMT -5
There he was. It should have bothered her that he found her before she had spotted him, but right now, it just filled her with a sense of relief.
"It's nothing he won't be over by morning," she lied. She didn't know, and she knew she'd have to go talk to him, but he didn't deserve guilt-ridden Danny trying to make it all better. No, instead, he got apathetic Danielle. "But let's forget about him."
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Post by Edmund Fairfax on Sept 21, 2008 1:32:10 GMT -5
Edmund gave a slow, lazy smile. "Forget who?" he teased, to show that her friend was already out of his mind. "So... were you willing to allow me a second dance now? Or is there something else you'd rather do?" He raised his eyebrows, as if to make an implication.
He moved in slowly, allowing his finger to trace small circles on the back of her hand.
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Post by Danielle Thomas on Sept 21, 2008 1:37:43 GMT -5
Danny smiled, and did not fight or downplay his implication. Why should she? She was here alone now, and had no promises to anyone. She could dance and flirt with whomever she liked.
"Why don't we try dancing again," she said, raising an eyebrow in a conspiritoral way. "And then you can but me another drink, and we'll see what happens after that." She said this boldly, knowing that she had the confidence to pull off a statement like that and actually expect a drink out of it.
She nodded towards the blonde. No, that interaction had not escaped her attention. "As long as she won't mind, that is."
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Post by Edmund Fairfax on Sept 21, 2008 1:55:06 GMT -5
Edmund gave a cursory glance toward the blonde. "Oh, her? I doubt she'll mind. She's one of the regulars here. I was just saying hello." It was at least a half-truth. He knew the woman was here all the time. But he didn't know her. And although he could feel her eyes still following him, he really had no interest in her. She would be even easier that Danny, and he wanted to take a little more time with his conquests.
He smiled again and took her hand. "Well, then, let's dance. Then we can see where the night takes us."
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Post by Danielle Thomas on Sept 21, 2008 11:59:05 GMT -5
She followed him back to the dance floor, wishing that Ross would leave her mind already. She was mad at him and he didn't deserve anymore of her thoughts. She needed the alcohol and this stranger to keep her mind occupied.
"So I take it that you are also a regular?" She asked. He must be, if he knew other regulars. Or, he owned the place, which she wouldn't put past him. Not with a name like that.
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Post by Edmund Fairfax on Sept 21, 2008 13:54:44 GMT -5
Edmund led her to the dance floor. Being a man of leisure and wealth, he was, of course, good at most things that were pleasurable, and dancing was no exception. One of his philosophies was that the way a man danced should be a reflection of the way he did other physical things... especially in the bedroom. And he held true to that belief. Dancing was a way to woo a woman, to romance her and sweep her off her feet. As such, every move had to be just right, just perfect. He never had a problem achieving this.
He placed his hands on her waist and began to dance seductively close to her, smiling one of his lazy grins. "Yes, I do come here quite often. The drinks are better here than at the local pubs. And the company is much more varied and intriguing." He winked at her slowly while he continued to gaze down at her with such intensity, it was almost like he was caressing her with his eyes.
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Post by Danielle Thomas on Sept 21, 2008 15:22:43 GMT -5
She had to admit that he was a very good dancer. Intimate, too, but it only helped her get her mind off of things.
She had a hard time keeping eye contact, and it was weird for her. Usually, she was very confident and had no problem with anything like this, but his eyes were so intense that she felt like he'd burn right through her if she looked back for too long.
"The company is certainly intriguing."
She wondered, briefly, if he was a muggle, or like her was posing as a muggle tonight. "And which local pubs would you otherwise frequent, were the drinks not better here?"
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