Ophelia

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

"This is just unbelievable." Rubbing her forehead, the blonde let out a rather low pitched groan. "I mean really?! We aren't in bloody Brooklyn. This is why I never go out to bars. I end up as an unwilling extra in Westside sodding Story!" Picking up a cushion from the couch, she launched it at Caleb, which happily made her feel mildly calmer.

"It would explain a whole lot about Jack though." Things finally started to slot harmoniously together in the young woman's mind. His attitude, his general out of this world confidence in himself. It all made sense now. Jack really was a bigger jerk than she'd realised. Sitting down next to Caleb, she blinked.

"Wow, I sure can pick em'. I thought him being in my house was bad before, now it's even worse. He probably knows my entire schedule."

There was a humorous lilt that crept into her voice, and her pretty green eyes focused back on to the television screen.

"Ha, I bet you're so glad that you winked at me now."

Narrowing her eyes in an amused expression, she settled back against the couch with a yawn, moving Caleb's legs out of the way.

"Well, this all sucks. I finally get my freedom, and now I have a big fat target on my head. In the words of Alanis Morisette, isn't it ironic." It was also ironic, that with all of the drama, they may as well have just slept together. Things really couldn't get worse. Settling her chin against the palm of her hand, Lola poked Caleb in the ribs absent mindedly as she lifted her feet onto the couch. "Amuse me. It's the least you can do."

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

"Affiliations?"

Lola repeated the question slowly, staring at Caleb like he was very possibly a mad man. Perhaps that concussion did need checking out after all. Watching him pace up and down, the blonde blinked, trying to figure all of this out.

"Yes, his uncle Ed owns the Ice Cream shop on 9th. They run some kinda' haulage company out of it. The other office is in Mexico, I think. I vaguely remember Jack saying something about helping out with the accounts."

Standing up, Lola headed into the kitchen to get a drink, leaning against the counter. "Just before School finished, Jack was hugely pissed about his cousin being shot. What was his name?" Wrinkling her nose as she tried to remember, she cocked her head to the side. "Marco. He died." Taking a sip from her water, she shrugged.

"He went off to College in Idaho. He really wanted to be a sports coach. Had a football scholarship and everything. I really have no idea what would have torn him away from that. It would need to have been something really important."

With a perked eyebrow, the blonde regarded the man in front of her with curiosity, and a mild hint of suspicion.

"What's the big deal? Jacks a lone wolf. He doesn't get along with people. He only ever gets involved when something benefits himself. His mom was fuming that he didn't go in to the family business." Draining the water from her glass, she sat up on the worktop, remembering something quite random. Holding out her hand, she pointed to the space between her thumb and her index finger. "He has a little 9 there, if that helps. Oh, and when he stayed with his uncle, he talked about some old firehouse. Like a storeroom or something." Chuckling before slipping her hands into her pockets, she sighed "I don't think I was supposed to tell anybody that."

Was Jack really tied up in all of this gang activity? It was possible, she doubted quite strongly that he had the loyalty though. Although, she did have one idea as she ran her fingers through her hair.

"He may have told Jess why he's here? He does love to brag. Well, if there is anything to brag about."

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

"Don't you glare at me." Chucking a well aimed cushion in the young man's direction, the blonde sat up a little. "A movie?" With a perked eyebrow, Lola scratched her head. "Well, I'm a comedy chic flick kinda' gal. I'm doubtful that you are too. Although the girl part is debatable." Shooting a wink to Caleb, she started channel surfing.

It was during her channel surfing expedition, that the young woman suddenly sat bolt upright like a meerkat on century duty, clapping her hands together at an advertisement.

"Ice cream!!"

With a shake of her pretty blonde head, there was no doubt that she looked triumphant. "That's why Jack is here. Why didn't I think of it sooner. It's been bugging me ever since we saw him in the diner!" Feeling a wave of relaxation spread through her, Lola let out a content sigh.

"His uncle owns that ice cream parlour over on 9th. We went there a few times during high school. He must be staying there." Not knowing the magnitude of her words,she flicked her attention back to the movie selections.

"Action? No, you see enough of that in real life. Romance? Meh. Comedy? Who doesn't love the Hangover?" Setting the remote back on the coffee table, she reclined. Everything made sense now, and that provided her with a little comfort. It clearly didn't solve the Jack problem, but it did complete a few extra pieces of the puzzle.

"Oh, and as for being a nursemaid to you guys, you'll have to hope I'm available when you go around getting your heads smashed in." After a momentary pause, she added, "I will charge though."

Lets try this one more time with feeling..

One last time

A Medieval Interest Check!

Bump

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

"Now, that's a low blow." The blonde retorted as she rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Showed some interest? Next time, I'll remember to get a t-shirt printed. You know, just to make sure you get the message." Chuckling, Lola headed to the kitchen, yawning a little as she put some of the empty containers into the trash. For a student, she was fairly well housetrained.

What would have happened, had Caleb not beaten the living daylights out of somebody? Now, that was an entertaining thought. A thought that she momentarily dabbled in, before nodding,"Vodka is the answer to everything. Apart from alcoholism. It's pretty bad for that." Scanning the room, Lola drummed her fingers against the worktop, wondering what to do. For a girl that was primarily used to being outside, being cooped up was quite a new experience.

Turning her focus back to Caleb, she frowned when he mentioned speaking to his boss again. "Yeah, yeah. He's your boss. I don't suppose that there is much you can do about it." Her words were blunt, and maybe an accurate account of what was currently buzzing through her mind. Sitting back down, she sunk into the cushions and even though she was staring at the television, her thoughts were diverted back to the bar on that fateful Friday.

What would have happened?

It was quite frustrating really, to have that thought constantly bouncing around in her mind. Biting her lip, she couldn't stop herself from letting out a mildly mischievous chuckle. Now, that would be a way to wear off some energy.

Oh well.

Lets try this one more time with feeling..

Queen x courtier

Noble x Maid

Teacher x Student

German soldier x Member of resistance

A Medieval Interest Check!

bump

Lets try this one more time with feeling..

Bump

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

"If I wanted to kill you, I'd just smack you around the head. A substantial second blow on that, and you'd be pushing up daisies. Simple really." The blonde replied nonchalantly as she reclined into the couch, groaning at the mention of the funeral. "Really?" Side glancing at Caleb, Lola grumbled. "I really hate funerals." Wrinkling her nose, she then proceeded to run her finger down it. "I mean, I know you aren't supposed to like funerals, but I really don't like them. Plus, why is fun in the word funeral? It's a little sadistic if you ask me."

Leaning forward, she surveyed the options in front of her, before picking up a vegetable spring roll. "Why aren't they called a deatheral? Or a depressaral, or even a cryaral? Those names are far more accurate." Rolling her dark green eyes, she leaned back again. The movement caused her black vest top to ride further up her stomach, displaying her rather defined abs gained through a lifetime of riding.

With a lazy yawn, her attention was peaked by Caleb's apology. Waving a hand dismissively, she smiled. "Don't worry about it. It's not like you groped me. Although, groping is also fine with permission." The young woman laughed at her own joke, finding it really funny. Giving just a glimpse of the dork she really was.

"I try not to let Jack get to me in that way. Otherwise he's still winning, and well, I like guys." It was true, she was no Jessica, but she was certainly capable of being a little minx. Waggling her eyebrows suggestively, she let her feet rest up on the table, "Thanks for the apology though. I appreciate it."

It was starting to look like Caleb did have a softer side. That was certainly problematic when trying not to be attracted to him. Rubbing her chin, Lola switched her focus to the television. "Admit it, you're warming to me." Nudging the man next to her with her elbow, she smirked. "You'll miss me when I'm gone. Plus, don't forget that you were all winky winky with me in that bar before the rest of the shit kicked off. Mr Serious." Pleased with herself, Lola shot Caleb an amused sideways glance before continuing to eat.