A brunette neko girl was asleep on a park bench, her tail swishing. She grinned in her sleep, pawing at the wood.
Dammit, where the hell was Scott? He said to meet him in the park. Wallace wandered around aimlessly looking for the kid before coming across a strange creature asleep on the bench. Some kind of cat girl? Hm. It certainly wasn’t the strangest thing he’s seen, but it’s awfully cold to be sleeping on a bench. Wallace walked up to her and gave her a poke. “Hey. Wake up.”
“I don’t even know how I got here.” She shrugged, and pulled out her phone, “Let’s seee…Well…Apparently I took a plane…Why am I in Canada, the neko asks herself…”
"I’d try to get out of Canada. Sometimes I don’t even want to be here. Say, are you old enough to drink?"
"Hey, guy. You wouldn't happen to know where the nearest bar is, do you?" The fact this guy was on fire didn't seem to faze Wallace whatsoever.
"Uhh. Yeah… Go down till you hit fifteenth street, and then about 3 stores down it’ll be smack in the middle. Has a giant light up sign. Can’t miss it."
"Alright sure thing. Uh, this is sort of weird but I actually need to go back home and change. Seeing as we don’t know eachother, not sure if you’re okay with waiting up? Oh by the way, the name is Dan."
"Sure, whatever you say…" It probably seemed strange a total stranger would agree to waiting, but Wallace was the type that would do anything to add another person to his rather large circle of friends.
It helps if they’re cute.
Catarina made her way out of the bar, grumbling to herself. She accidentally crashed into someone and they both hit the ground. "I am so sorry!"
Wallace was was on his way into the bar, his eyes glued on his cell phone. He had just heard some great gossip that he had to share with everyone. The sudden impact of his body with someone else sent him to the ground. Thankfully, his cell phone was safe. “No. I’m sorry. I should have been watching where I was going.” Wallace stood up and held his hand out to help her up. “On your way out so soon though?”
She smiled, shrugging. “I’m actually eighteen. How about you?” she asked curiously.
"26. Looks like I got a good eight years ahead of you. Not that its any of my business but I would really look for another job. Singing in a bar doesn’t seem all that glamorous."
//laughs because I am an idiot that got all excited when a new blog followed me before i remembered I followed myself not two seconds ago orz
//im going to hate myself for staying up so late tomorrow so good night. Not that I have any followers here. haha
//hehe…I am amused by lizardbat and the jerkoff
"Erm. Thanks, I suppose." Dan* awkwardly shrugged his shoulders at the latter comment. As he’d never been in a true relationship, he wasn’t sure how to accurately respond to that.
"I’m not much of a drinker actually," Dan* explained… but now that it was brought up, he figured it couldn’t hurt, even though he found it kind of odd that a man he just met was offering him a drink. "…maybe one or two. I could really go for a White Russian right about now."
"Well great! It’s never too soon to start drinking, right? You’re going to have to lead the way to the nearest bar though. Can’t say I’m familiar with the area. I’m on a business trip and have never been to California."
"I don’t know… break in.. kidnap him.."
"Of corse I drink. But listen here, Wallace.. Its not my policy to relieve information about myself. I’m not even sure if I want to give you my real name.. So if you want me to stay and talk, you’re buying my drinks."
"Hey, whatever you say, guy. I have no problem with buying drinks. Or helping you out with your problem. But judging by what you said about one night stands you don’t sound like you’d be up for that."
"I don’t have a problem getting him in bed with me. It just that SOMEONE is raging cock-block.”
"I really like this one too.. enough to consider it a real relationship. Keep him around and shit. But no. Looks like I’m only destined for one-night-stands and no-strings-attached relationships.”
"Nothing wrong with one night stands. That’s about the extent of my relationships. So what’re you gonna do about it? I’m Wallace, by the way. Say, you drink?"