[C] Evening Plans

Anna hummed to herself, chewing on a mouthful of sfinscione as she strolled down the streets towards her home. Clad in her usual attire of tiny denim shorts and a strappy pink top, the woman toted a brown leather bag slung over one shoulder.

The road she was walking down was almost empty. At seven in the evening, most the stores were closed now. There were just a few open and the last of the stragglers were heading on their way, towards the more busy areas of the city that housed the nightlife, or (like Anna) towards the outer parts of the city, where rows after rows of houses lived.

After a full day at work, Anna was ready to get home, strip and lay on the couch, naked, with a tub of ice cream, and watch a good film.

The woman licked her lips to clean them of tomato sauce as she shifted her bag more comfortably on her shoulder.

It was only a week ago that Anton had sent Anna off in her bus on the beach. After that he'd walked to the petrol station and picked up some travel size shampoo. He then made his way to the local homeless shelter and took a cold shower. He hated those cold showers, but after seeing Anna again, he felt embarrassed for how he had looked.

He refused to shave his face though, not being able to afford a nice razor and all. There was no way he was going to put anything cheap to his face and end up getting a scar.

Back to the present, the twenty year old man had woken up not that long before seven pm. His schedule was kind of horrible at the present moment. After being forced to be up at the crack of dawn every day in prison, he had let the freedom to sleep and do what he wanted get to his head.

He'd spent his freedom thus far partying and now he was in over his head. The idea of robbing again kept coming into his mind. It was like it was the only thing that made sense to him. He knew that he should get an honest job and live right, but the more he thought about that, the more sick it made him feel. It just didn't seem like living right was the right thing for him.

He walked down the street, still sporting facial hair but otherwise clean, wearing a tight fitting blue t-shirt and ripped black washed jeans. He saw Anna licking her lips. It wasn't too big of a shocker, since they both lived in the area.

At first he didn't recognize her, but as he got closer to her he realized it was indeed Anna. He smiled and waved his hand, internally pleased that she would get to see him looking better then he had on the beach.

As it were, Anna wasn't very observant at the moment.

She was too focussed on the glorious thought of laying butt naked on her couch watching a movie and inhaling a tub of ice cream to pay attention to what was around her.

She turned down a street without even noticing Anton's waving, hitching her bag over her shoulder better as she screwed up the wrapper of her snack.

Anton frowned a little and turned on his heel. He grabbed her arm and held it.
"What, are you suddenly too good for me?" He asked, looking down at her.

The woman jumped with a little yelp when she was grabbed, spinning around with her hand raised to give her assailant a slap.

When she realised it was Anton, however, she dropped her arm to her side and titled her head a little. Her tight curls bounced with the movement and she looked up at him with wide brown eyes.

That innocent wide-eyed look didn't last long. After a breath, her eyes passed over him slowly, taking in his appearance. Now, this was the man she had taken home that night at the bar.

"Hi," she murmured softly. She was too busy oggling the man holding her, that what he had said had completely slipped her mind.

The woman licked her lips self-consciously, hoping to clean them of the sauce and whatever else was on them after her snack.

Anton couldn't hold his "I'm a tough-guy and I'm super pissed off at you" act much longer and a smile broke onto his lips.
"Yeah, hi. What was that all about?" He asked, letting her go. He wasn't actually ever angry at her, just messing around. So now his tone was much more friendly then only seconds before.

"Long day at work," the woman replied, hoisting her bag up over her shoulder again.

She leant most of her weight on one leg and rested a hand on a shapely hip.

"I'm on autopilot towards home. Not a lot's going in."

Her biggest desire right now was to sprawl out on the couch.

Fri May 1, 4:12:23pm
drudrew: Anton started walking with her, his thumbs looped into the pockets on his jeans.
"Want some company?" He asked, hoping she would say yes.

Fri May 1, 4:14:20pm
BeeTheDolphin: "If you don't mind watching 80's cult musicals." Anna wasn't going to change her plans much because she'd have someone over. It just meant that she wouldnt be sprawling naked on her couch. She'd at least wear a shirt and underwear.

Fri May 1, 4:15:25pm
drudrew: "Like what?" He asked, honestly able to say that he didn't know such a genre existed.

BeeTheDolphin: "Labyrinth is my poison for tonight." She wanted to spend an hour and a half watching glitter being thrown at David Bowie's wonderous crotch

Fri May 1, 4:18:46pm
drudrew: "Labyrinth... Labyrinth... is that the one where the guy puts his eyeballs on his hands? Didn't think that was a musical... Or from the 80's...." He said, totally clueless.

Fri May 1, 4:20:47pm
BeeTheDolphin: "Try twenty years earlier and in English." She couldn't quite believe that he hadn't heard of Labyrinth. "David Bowie? Jennifer Connely?"

Fri May 1, 4:22:11pm
drudrew: "....It's not ringing a bell." He admitted, not seeming too ashamed about it either.

Fri May 1, 4:23:12pm
BeeTheDolphin: Anna shook her head, sighing softly. "What shit do people watch if they cant remember the classics? Come on." She grabbed his hand pulling him along at a quicker pace. "We have to correct this."

Fri May 1, 4:25:17pm
drudrew: "Keep in mind I wasn't even born in the 80's." He said matter-of-fact like, as if not being alive in a decade was an excuse to not watch the movies produced back then. But he took her hand back and followed in stride.

Fri May 1, 4:26:44pm
BeeTheDolphin: "I was only five when it came out. I couldn't appreciate it then, either." Not born in the eighties? How young was he?

drudrew: She was five when it came out? How old was she? Oh well, didn't matter. She was hot enough as any girl his age.

Fri May 1, 4:28:49pm
BeeTheDolphin: Anna turned down a street and hurried up the pathway of a large house. "Kick the gate shut behind you," she ordered, letting go of his hand so she could root through her bag for her keys

drudrew: Anton literally kicked the gate shut with his foot before trailing along behind Anna. He let his eyes scan up and down her body as her back was faced to him, shamelessly enjoying the view.

BeeTheDolphin: Anna hummed 'Underground' to herself as she unlocked the door and stepped inside, kicking off her sandals into the shoe pit she had going on next to the door. She couldnt wait to crack open the ice cream

drudrew: Anton too kicked off his shoes into the shoe pile, remembering how finicky rich people could be with their carpets.

Fri May 1, 6:32:10pm
BeeTheDolphin: Rich wouldn't be the term to describe Anna. She got by; she wasn't rich. "Go find the couch. I'm getting changed." Anna hung onto the bannister, pausing before she bolted up the stairs. "Help yourself to the fridge."

drudrew: Compared to a homeless guy, Anna was rich. He didn't think twice about taking her offer to help himself to the fridge. His eyes scanned over all the food and his mouth watered. The man ended up going for some sliced up salami and cheese. Meat was always good, cheese just made it better. He walked with his snack over to the couch and plopped down, waiting for Anna to return. He wondered if she would come back wearing something sexy, and suddenly he rethought his choice on salami. That probably wasn't the greatest for kissing.

BeeTheDolphin: When Anna returned, she was dressed for comfort. It wac cute, but not sexy. Her long legs were bare, but the rest of her body was clovered. She was wearing a ridiculously large hand-knitted pink white and brown sweater, in the likeness of a pink fox. The hood of the sweater, pulled up over her wild hair, sported the details of the foxes face, from its muzzle down to two dark pink buttons as eyes. "Want anything to drink?" she asked as she padded past him towards the kitchen

"Well I never turn down alcohol, if you're offering." He said with a charming grin, looking her up and down.

Damn, he loved her legs.

"Wine? I think I have some cider in, too."

She pulled open the freezer door and rooted through it until she found a large tub of ice cream. She nudged the door shut then leant over to pull out two spoons.

"I hope you like vanilla."

"Mmm, Cider." He decided, nomming down the meat and cheese contently.

She pulled open the fridge, opened up the salad drawer and pushed aside the bag of salad leaves.

Anna had friends that drained her alcohol supply so she got good at hiding it.

With two cans in one hand and the ice cream tub in the other, Anna padded into the livingroom. She set everything down next to Anton and ambled towards the TV.

It took seconds to find the DVD on the shelves surrounding the large TV, then she knelt down and bent over to work the DVD player that was sat on the floor under the TV.

Her sweater slid up her thighs slightly, showing off more of her mocha skin.

Anton had about half of the can downed in one minute.

He didn't even realize how fast he was going until it was half gone.

After that, he decided to pace himself. He wasn't about to take all the woman's alcohol.

And he didn't really want to get drunk anyway. He wanted to be alert.

He had some plans for the evening.

"Aaaand... it's ready." She sat up and cllapped her hands together before snatching up the remote and padding to the couch.

She picked up her ice cream tub and curled up next to Anton.

"You're ggonna love this."

He wrapped his strong arm around her shoulder and snuggled in back, enjoying her warmth.

"And what if I don't?" He asked with a smirk.

He watched the opening credits start to roll, with the four owls flying up to the screen.

"What are those, bats?" He asked, and then realized they were actually birds.

"Eer nevermind. But seriously what's with the owls?"

He laughed when he heard the voice start singing. It was a cynical kind of laugh.

He was being a douche.

She leant against him, her face resting on his shoulder as she spooned a mouthful of vanilla ice cream from the tub.

"If you don't, I'll have to find something that you will enjoy to make up for making you sit through this," she replied, a coy little smile curling her lips.

She rolled her eyes as he asked questions and nudged him firmly in the ribs when he laughed.

"Shut up and just watch it, or I might have to gag you," she threatened, pointing her spoon up at him.

Anton tried to hold back his snickers and rubbed her arm up and down to try and calm her.

"Gag me with what I wonder? How about a nice big spoonful of that ice cream?" He suggested, opening his mouth wide with a cute grin in his eyes.

She rolled her eyes and scooped up a large spoonful, inserting it into his mouth.

"Promise to be quiet now? If not I really am going to go find a gag."

She was certain that she would be able to find something around the house to gag him with.

"Mmm" Anton looked pleased at first.

But then he started to get a brain-freeze.

He scrunched up his brow and let out a puppy like whine, tapping his foot up and down in a mini-panic.

Anna giggled softly at his sour expression.

"What are you like? C'mere."

She had an amused little smile on her lips as she pressed her finger against his lips. "Open up. I'll fix the brainfreeze for you."

Anton forced himself to swallow the ice cream and looked down at her with confusion.

"How would you fix it?" He asked, still tapping his foot.

Gah that was a bad one.

When he opened his mouth to speak, she pushed her finger into his mouth. She rubbed the roof of his mouth gently before pressing her finger against it firmly.

After a few seconds the brainfreeze would ease up quickly, until it was gone completely.

"Like that. You don't spend your days craving ice cream without learning a few tricks to get rid of brainfreeze."

She pulled her finger from his mouth and pushed it into her own, sucking off the mixture of melted ice cream and saliva.

Anna kissed his shoulder then settled down again. "Now quiet down and watch the film," she ordered.

Anton stared at her with his mouth hanging open like a dope.

He relaxed and stopped thumping his foot when the brain-freeze alleviated.

"Yes Ma'am." He agreed, snuggling up to her yet again.

Annaa nuzzled closer to Anton with a little smile as she settled down to watch the film.

As promised, she sang along with every song that was thrown their way. Her singing wasn't terrible, but it wasn't phenomenal, either.

About half way through the film, Anna's fingers began to wander up and down Anton's jean-clad thigh slowly, at first just the tips of her fingers, then soon she was smoothing her entire palm up and down this muscular thigh, occasionally dipping in to stroke his inner thigh.

Anton didn't understand why, but something about David Bowie with 80's hair and revealing pants made women hot.

Or at least, it made this woman hot.

His eyes hooded and his hand slowly crept around to start groping her breast from over her sweater.