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Post by Riley Neves on Jan 28, 2009 22:39:08 GMT -5
"I spent most of my time there in Prague... it is a beautiful city, really. I would love to go back. Although, Ireland sounds like a wonderful trip next time." She shrugged. "I guess I'll see what I feel like next time I'm able to get away."
Her butterbeer was almost finished by now, and she watched him when he mentioned how laid back she was. "I told you it was my half day off," she answered with a smile. "I'm easier to deal with when I'm not working."
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Post by Fabian Prewett on Jan 28, 2009 22:49:46 GMT -5
"Well, I shall possibly visit you while you're working and attempt to ease you from your work stress some how or another. I'll have time to think of something between now and then." Fabian grinned widely at Riley.
He turned his butterbeer up and finished drinking it. "I'm sure that you'll like whatever it is I could come up with."
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Post by Riley Neves on Jan 28, 2009 23:15:30 GMT -5
Riley finished her own just after him and gave him a speculative look. "From what I've heard about you and your brother, I feel like I should be worried." She smiled then and shrugged. "But I trust you... oddly enough. That only means of course that I'll have to return the favor eventually."
She glanced at the back wall. "I'm going to need your help again, you know."
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Post by Fabian Prewett on Jan 28, 2009 23:40:25 GMT -5
"You should feel worried? What? No, you shouldn't feel worried around us. We're perfectly fine." He gave a smile. "And I thank you for trusting me. Not many people trust these days. I trust you too. After all, you haven't given me any reason to not trust you." Fabian winked at her.
"And I have no problem helping you again. If you want, I'll go ahead and go grab it, unless you want to walk to the back with me."
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Post by Riley Neves on Jan 28, 2009 23:55:50 GMT -5
"Now what kind of a girl would I be if I made you go back there alone to do me a favor?" Riley asked, and shook her head at him. "I'm much nicer than that, I promise."
She slowly got to her feet, setting her empty glass on the table and waiting for him.
(Abombinably short)
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Post by Fabian Prewett on Jan 29, 2009 7:35:00 GMT -5
He laughed. "Alright then," Fabian said standing up. Riley was the type of person that Fabian would be seen joking around with all the time. She was laid back and had a response for whatever he said.
"Let's go m'lady," he said with a bow and then extended his arm. Fabian led them into the back and he reached up and grabbed another bottle of wine. "This one is on me. I won't take no for an answer."
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Post by Riley Neves on Jan 29, 2009 13:07:12 GMT -5
Riley had already opened her mouth to protest when he told her he wouldn't take no for an answer, but Riley really couldn't let him.
"Fabian, it was my invitation. Please let me take care of it?"
He was a sweet guy, but she didn't want him to feel used or anything, and there was a slight part of her that was worried he might expect something in return for the wine.
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Post by Fabian Prewett on Jan 29, 2009 13:14:43 GMT -5
Fabian shook his head stubbornly. "I'll take care of it. It's a friendly gesture, I expect nothing from it," he said. "Besides, you can say that it is a gift from me for inviting me to your home." Fabian was looking at buying the wine as an innocent gesture. He honestly wasn't expecting anything out of it.
He gave her a smile. "That will be a fair deal, will it not?"
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Post by Riley Neves on Jan 29, 2009 13:22:30 GMT -5
"Hardly, but if you're going to insist..." Riley said, knowing he would. "Then I will just smile and be thankful." As if to prove her point, she tilted her head back slightly to look up at him and smile.
"I'll just have to be sure that my conversational skills are up to par tonight."
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Post by Fabian Prewett on Jan 29, 2009 13:30:10 GMT -5
"Like I said before, I knew I liked you," Fabian said with a laugh and a wink. "I'm sure that they will be up to par. After all, you've had an answer to whatever I've said or asked." He paid for the bottle of wine and led Riley toward the door, holding it open for her.
"Where do you live exactly?"
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Post by Riley Neves on Jan 29, 2009 13:34:25 GMT -5
"I try not to leave anyone with the burden of carrying a full conversation," Riley told him. "It can be downright exhausting, really," she added with a laugh. But there was also her habit of feeling like she needed to have the last word. She usually swallowed it, unless she was arguing with someone, so hopefully Fabian wouldn't notice it. Even she found it annoying.
"I'm in the Twilight Apartments. It's fairly easy to apparate, actually."
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Post by Fabian Prewett on Jan 29, 2009 13:58:42 GMT -5
"I know what you mean." There were times when Fabian could talk forever, but then there would be someone that just stared at him and didn't say anything back. That sort of annoyed him. Then of course he would forget what he was talking about because he would think about how annoyed he would be.
"Twilight Apartments? I can apparate there, just hold on." Fabian grinned and held onto her arm as they apparated with a 'pop'. They reappeared infront of the apartments since he wasn't sure what floor or anything. "Sometimes I forget that we can do that and I end up taking forever to get somewhere," he admitted with a sheepish grin.
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Post by Riley Neves on Jan 29, 2009 14:03:27 GMT -5
"It's nice, sometimes, taking the long way," Riley said. "I do it on purpose sometimes, honestly."
She took out her key as she led him to the elevator and hit the button for her floor. She didn't have to worry that her apartment was messy or understocked... it was always clean and always had food, just for situations like this.
The elevator opened, and she stepped out into the hall. "I'm the third door down that way," she said, pointing to the left.
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Post by Fabian Prewett on Jan 29, 2009 14:11:04 GMT -5
"It is nice taking the long way, but when it makes you late for stuff that you were supposed to be somewhere ten or so minutes eariler, it isn't really all that nice." Fabian was great at what he did, but he did forget a lot of things and remembered them at the last minute. He gave a laugh.
Fabian led Riley toward the left. "This is a pretty nice apartment building," he commented as they walked down the hall.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Jan 29, 2009 14:21:40 GMT -5
Roland had just stepped out to get a little takeout food. Tonight it was Indian food, from a great little place a few blocks away from the apartment building. It was a muggle restaurant, so of course, they couldn't deliver to the apartment building, so he had to go there himself. It was worth it, as far as he was concerned. The food was really good.
After picking up his order, he had walked back to the Leaky Cauldron to get a few bottles of butterbeer, since Indian food and buterbeer went so well together. From there, he apparated back to the hallway outside his apartment.
He set down the butterbeer as he fumbled with the lock, and upon hearing voices in the hall, he looked up to see Riley coming home with... was that Prewett? A slow smirk creeped up on his face, even though he also felt a strange sort of rumble in his stomach that had nothing to do with the fact that he hadn't eaten yet.
"Well, well, look who's actually taking some time off," he said.
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Post by Riley Neves on Jan 29, 2009 14:38:26 GMT -5
Riley nodded, agreeing with him. "That's true, I suppose." Riley, herself, had only been late to something important once, and refused to ever let it happen again... and important meant work. When it came time to meeting a friend, nine times out of ten she was ten to fifteen minutes late.
And then the worst happened. She heard Roland's voice, cutting off her response to Fabian, and sounding so smug that he caught her with a friend. She turned hard eyes on him, her key in the lock, quietly daring him to say more.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Jan 29, 2009 15:01:32 GMT -5
Roland caught her eye, a hint of amusement and perhaps something else gleaming from within their depths.
It would be easy to jump to conclusions. Riley and Prewett, laughing, talking, and carrying a bottle of wine... the signs were all there. But Riley was so straight-laced and proper, that even he rather doubted that all was as it appeared. But the temptation to pick at it was a little too great for him to resist. Especially since she'd caught him coming home for a rather lonely evening of curry and tandoori chicken.
Looking at Prewett, he nodded slightly. "Hello... Fabian, is it? I hope you two have a lovely evening. Make sure you don't drink too much of that wine, Riley. You might sabotage our case." He raised an eyebrow at her and started to open his door.
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Post by Riley Neves on Jan 29, 2009 15:07:24 GMT -5
Riley bit the inside of her lip... hard. Had Fabian not been there, she would have blown a gasket at that sentece from him, pointing out the difference that when Fabian left, she would still be fully dressed.
But another, better idea came to her as she pushed her own door open... and with any luck, it would make him feel guilty for saying that to her. It was half a lie, but he didn't need to know that.
"The wine is for your mother. I'm bringing it for Christmas." One of the bottles was, anyway. Because of Fabian, she kept her tone from being too angry.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Jan 29, 2009 15:20:50 GMT -5
Well, it worked. He did feel guilty. And more than a little annoyed that he didn't get much of a rise out of her. He wanted to feel smug. She had yelled at him over his personal life, and he wanted to be able to do the same. To see that she wasn't perfect, either. He wanted to argue with her and see the fire in her eyes.
Instead, she left him feeling deflated and more alone than ever. She was going in for a talk with Prewett... he was going in for Indian takeout and probably would fall asleep on the couch again.
He didn't even respond. He just watched her go, then gathered up his things and went into his own apartment, slamming the door behind him.
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Post by Riley Neves on Jan 29, 2009 15:28:34 GMT -5
Riley showed Fabian inside, angrier than she had been willing to show Roland. He really could be an arse sometimes, and it ate at her.
Closing the door behind her and Fabian, she sighed, trying not to think about it. Living next door to him really was a buzzkill.
"Have a seat, Fabian," she said lightly. "I'll break open the wine." She went into the kitchen, leaving it up to Fabian to either follow her or sit down. "Are you hungry?"
The apartment was clean, the windows wide open. It was decorated with firey reds and oranges which matched the heat in her eyes when she was angry.
On closer inspection, though, it was clear that she wasn't really all that anal. The controls for her muggle televsion and radio were askew, the laundrey basket in her room was full, and there was a stack of open mail on the counter.
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