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Who: November and Hawthorne
Where: November's house in Lake George
When: In the wee hours of Sunday morning/Saturday night
What: No is all alone in her house and can't sleep so she texts her bud Manney for company, lo and behold she tested the wrong Nikitin and ended up with Thorny instead.
Rating: SFW
November, not for the first time, had the house all to herself for the weekend. Her mom and brother had gone to visit her sister at school and her dad was on tour again. As much as she enjoyed the quiet during the day on Saturday she hated the creepy feeling at night. She had tried tea and reading but she just couldn't sleep without waking up a few seconds later with a fright. Finally she texted Manney and asked him to come over to keep him company. She was a little curious about his last stumbled text but didn't put too much thought into it as she stretched her legs and sighed quietly, just waiting for her friend to arrive.
Where: November's house in Lake George
When: In the wee hours of Sunday morning/Saturday night
What: No is all alone in her house and can't sleep so she texts her bud Manney for company, lo and behold she tested the wrong Nikitin and ended up with Thorny instead.
Rating: SFW
November, not for the first time, had the house all to herself for the weekend. Her mom and brother had gone to visit her sister at school and her dad was on tour again. As much as she enjoyed the quiet during the day on Saturday she hated the creepy feeling at night. She had tried tea and reading but she just couldn't sleep without waking up a few seconds later with a fright. Finally she texted Manney and asked him to come over to keep him company. She was a little curious about his last stumbled text but didn't put too much thought into it as she stretched her legs and sighed quietly, just waiting for her friend to arrive.
"I dig it dude." He stopped the strings and listened as she played. "It's goofy as fuck, but then so am I. It's like we're made for each other."
Thorny hadn't given up on the seduction thing entirely. He was pleased that she put her hands on his, adjusting his fingers. He played the line and grinned even while he fucked it up. "All right, show me again."
"Oh I don't want to interrupt your new love affair with the banjo," she teased. She watched and listened as he attempted the line. "Nice," she said at his attempt.
"Here," she played it again, a little slower this time.
Then he blushed a bit, which was just a strange situation. "Ah no man. We can work out like... A three way kind of thing. You, me, and the bango. That's fucking hot."
He watched her play the line again and the repeated his own attempt, concentrating more this time. "Oh man. I gotta get me one of these."
She noticed the little blush rise in his face and couldn't help but smile, she had never made anyone blush before. "Oh mon dieu," she laughed lightly. She didn't even know what else to say to him. "Yeah, what the hell," she shrugged with a little laugh. "Banjo three way," then she burst into giggles, it was just absurd.
She beamed at him, she could tell he had tried a bit harder. "You did really good that time," she smiled warmly. "I can probably hook you up with a brand new one for pretty cheap. My dad knows a guy," she laughed at herself then.
He set the bango down and grinned. "Kay, but I get the middle of the bed. I want love from all sides." He opened his arms up and tossed them around her for a squeeze. "180 degrees of love."
"If you can get your dad to hook me up I can probably hook your dad up." He winked saucily. "Can't tell you what though. Men need secrets and mystery."
"Alright, alright, you get the middle." What the hell was happening?
"Oh right, I forget the super secret society of male bonding," she rolled her eyes. "I still might need to be your secretary though. Dad's not home a lot."
"Sex-cretary," he corrected and tapped his index finger lightly on her nose.
Then he smiled at her and tried to hold back on the aggressive boy. "You're going to have to pat me down before I leave. Can't trust me not to shove a bango in my pants."
Her eyes went wide at his correction, she looked like a deer caught in the head lights. "A whaa..." she clasped her mouth shut real quick.
She shook her head, no one ever talked to her like this, it was... ridiculous. "You're just trying to get me to touch your butt," she teased. "I'll bring a banjo back to school so we can jam out," she bargained with him. "You just gotta come get it when you want to play."
"Hey, I wouldn't mind that at all," he said lifting his hands to the air as if he hadn't even though of suggesting it. And the double entendres were flying this morning. He smirked a little bit. "That'd be fucking awesome. Watch out though. I'll be coming for it at all hours of the day."
He finished up his beer and held up his empty glass. "Want another, or do you want some coffee? It's like... the right time of the morning for that right?"
She shook her head with a little laugh. "Yeah, yeah, maybe I'll give you one for the road," the double entendres went completely over her head. "It's always banjo time in my room," she said with a little grin.
"More like time for Irish coffee," she joked. "I could go for either really," she shrugged finishing her own beer. She was tempted to get a little buzz on.
"One for the road!" he agreed cheerfully, though he didn't want to leave yet. He was enjoying this confounding creature. "'Cept you're never gonna get rid of me."
"Fine by me," she hadn't meant to say that aloud. "I mean... you can stay as long as you like," she tugged his hand a little as she started toward the stairs. She was really enjoying his company... despite the occasional awkward stumble on her part.
"Ah see! You're fallin' for me and the bango. I think this three-way could work." He grabbed for her hand when she tugged his and decided he wouldn't let go until they got upstairs. "You've got teeny little hands for a guitarist."
"Oh completely," she said rolling her eyes but giving him a big smile nonetheless. "Could you imagine me with bear claws like you?" she asked looking at their hands. "I would look ridiculous," she laughed walking up the stairs with him.
She lead through the house again and to the kitchen. It was still dark outside but for once she didn't even check the time. "What sounds good to you? Coffee, beer, coffee-beer?" she grinned.
"Coffee beer sounds about disgusting. Either or, but not both. You pick."
"I could go for another pint," she said going to the fridge and getting the growler out.