Dom On The Run
[happens after this]
Dom: *Leaving my room quickly, I look around in panic for somewhere to escape to when my eye falls on Lij's door, and I bang on it impatiently* Yo! Elwood! Open up!
Elijah: It's open! *Lij is lying on his bed, arms crossed above him listening to rather heavy music... a closer listen to the lyrics shows them to be a little dark.* Hey Dom, what the rush?
Dom: *closes the door frantically* It's Astin. He wanted to spout a whole new bunch of poems at me. I ran faster than you could say 'W.B. Yeats'. *wipes sweat off forehead* Mind if I hide out here for a while?
Elijah: Sure. *I curl up, giving you room to sit down on the end of the bed.* What is with this guy? Poetry?
Dom: *sits down at the foot of the bed* He's a poetry student, he's taking a whole mish-mash of Arts stuff. I didn't hang around long enough to find out. *grabs a pillow and sighs* So, what are you up to today, mate?
Elijah: Weird! *I shrug* Nothin' much. I'm taking a mental vacation. I finished my Screen Writing project. *Points to the folder on the desk.*
Dom: *nodding* Ah, you're finally done with that beastly thing. And what's this stuff you're listening to? *pauses to listen* Smashing Pumpkins, eh?
Elijah: No, a new band, Evenscence. They were playing the first single non stop on the radio before I left, so I had to get the album. I really like it. *I reach behind me and turn up the music.*
Dom: That's great, I think I've heard of them but I can't be sure. *looks at you thoughtfully* You alright then, mate?
Elijah: *Shrug* I guess. It was a long weekend. I guess I'm just a little tired.
Dom: A little tired? *grins at you* That wouldn't have anything to do with the loud yowling I heard coming from your room last night, would it mate?
Elijah: *I blush, deeply* oh.... that. *I shake my head sadly*
Dom: *My grin disappears when I see the sad look on your face* Hey, what's up, man? You know you could tell me anything.
Elijah: I went to the Grind, and listened to this guy sing. Man, he was great. Just looking at him, listening to him gave me that feeling. *gives you a knowing look* We drank together. He got me very drunk and had to walk me home. I had to tell him that I had no idea what i was doing.
Dom: *Nods in understanding* So what happened? Here I'm assuming you spent the night, unless my ears were tricking me last night.
Elijah: So he ended up giving me a wonderful blowjob. And I gave him a hand job, and we fell asleep. He kinda gave me the brush off the next morning. the "I'll see you when I see you" thing.
Dom: *Raises eyebrows* Well Elwood, I'll have to say that you learn really, really fast. *scratches chin thoughtfully* And you seem to like this bloke a lot. But it could have meant something entirely different to him, mate. Just sayin'.
Elijah: Yeah, I had that feeling. *Sits up.* He did say that he doens't do the casual thing often, though.
Dom: *Nods encouragingly* Yeah, that sounds like it's not a one-night stand or anything. Maybe the best thing to do is to wait it out, you know?
Elijah: I plan to. I'm going to go see him next time he sings at The Grind, maybe buy him a drink. Nothing blue though. *shudders*
Dom: Blue? I'm not going to ask, mate. I'm just not going to ask. And hey, maybe Bills and I can happen to show up and see what he looks like. *grins* What's his name?
Elijah: Trust me, you don't want to know. *I smile.* His name is Brett. i think he lives down the hall, actually.
Dom: Brett? Brett....Brett...*frowns* Why is that name so familiar? *lights up* Oh wait! Do you mean Figwit?
Elijah: *I shake my head, puzzled.* What? Who?
Dom: *Laughs* You mean, he didn't tell you? Old Figwit! He starred as this character called Figwit The Elf in some commercial or other, and nobody on campus has let him live it down so far.
Elijah: Really? *laughs* That's too funny. Maybe I should mention it, if I ever speak to him again.
Dom: *waves nonchalantly* Oh you will, mate, don't worry about it. He's a very nice chap, not the sort to pick up chicks - or rather, chaps - at the rate as our Steve-O.
Elijah: *I smile.* That's good to hear. I just feel so stupid. Trying to pick him up like that!
Dom: *pats your leg* Hey, don't feel stupid. You never know, he might feel the same way. Some blokes are just a bit bad at showing their emotions, you know? I'm one of them. *sighs*
Elijah: *smirks* I can tell. *Stand up, turning off the music.* I'm suddenly very hungry. Want to get something to eat?
Dom: *Rubbing my stomach* Sure, I'm up for grabbing a bite and maybe hassling Karl for a free beer.
Elijah: Ok... let's get Billy. maybe I'll buy you a blue shot while we're out. *smirks*
Dom: Done deal. Let's roll, mate!
Dom: *Leaving my room quickly, I look around in panic for somewhere to escape to when my eye falls on Lij's door, and I bang on it impatiently* Yo! Elwood! Open up!
Elijah: It's open! *Lij is lying on his bed, arms crossed above him listening to rather heavy music... a closer listen to the lyrics shows them to be a little dark.* Hey Dom, what the rush?
Dom: *closes the door frantically* It's Astin. He wanted to spout a whole new bunch of poems at me. I ran faster than you could say 'W.B. Yeats'. *wipes sweat off forehead* Mind if I hide out here for a while?
Elijah: Sure. *I curl up, giving you room to sit down on the end of the bed.* What is with this guy? Poetry?
Dom: *sits down at the foot of the bed* He's a poetry student, he's taking a whole mish-mash of Arts stuff. I didn't hang around long enough to find out. *grabs a pillow and sighs* So, what are you up to today, mate?
Elijah: Weird! *I shrug* Nothin' much. I'm taking a mental vacation. I finished my Screen Writing project. *Points to the folder on the desk.*
Dom: *nodding* Ah, you're finally done with that beastly thing. And what's this stuff you're listening to? *pauses to listen* Smashing Pumpkins, eh?
Elijah: No, a new band, Evenscence. They were playing the first single non stop on the radio before I left, so I had to get the album. I really like it. *I reach behind me and turn up the music.*
Dom: That's great, I think I've heard of them but I can't be sure. *looks at you thoughtfully* You alright then, mate?
Elijah: *Shrug* I guess. It was a long weekend. I guess I'm just a little tired.
Dom: A little tired? *grins at you* That wouldn't have anything to do with the loud yowling I heard coming from your room last night, would it mate?
Elijah: *I blush, deeply* oh.... that. *I shake my head sadly*
Dom: *My grin disappears when I see the sad look on your face* Hey, what's up, man? You know you could tell me anything.
Elijah: I went to the Grind, and listened to this guy sing. Man, he was great. Just looking at him, listening to him gave me that feeling. *gives you a knowing look* We drank together. He got me very drunk and had to walk me home. I had to tell him that I had no idea what i was doing.
Dom: *Nods in understanding* So what happened? Here I'm assuming you spent the night, unless my ears were tricking me last night.
Elijah: So he ended up giving me a wonderful blowjob. And I gave him a hand job, and we fell asleep. He kinda gave me the brush off the next morning. the "I'll see you when I see you" thing.
Dom: *Raises eyebrows* Well Elwood, I'll have to say that you learn really, really fast. *scratches chin thoughtfully* And you seem to like this bloke a lot. But it could have meant something entirely different to him, mate. Just sayin'.
Elijah: Yeah, I had that feeling. *Sits up.* He did say that he doens't do the casual thing often, though.
Dom: *Nods encouragingly* Yeah, that sounds like it's not a one-night stand or anything. Maybe the best thing to do is to wait it out, you know?
Elijah: I plan to. I'm going to go see him next time he sings at The Grind, maybe buy him a drink. Nothing blue though. *shudders*
Dom: Blue? I'm not going to ask, mate. I'm just not going to ask. And hey, maybe Bills and I can happen to show up and see what he looks like. *grins* What's his name?
Elijah: Trust me, you don't want to know. *I smile.* His name is Brett. i think he lives down the hall, actually.
Dom: Brett? Brett....Brett...*frowns* Why is that name so familiar? *lights up* Oh wait! Do you mean Figwit?
Elijah: *I shake my head, puzzled.* What? Who?
Dom: *Laughs* You mean, he didn't tell you? Old Figwit! He starred as this character called Figwit The Elf in some commercial or other, and nobody on campus has let him live it down so far.
Elijah: Really? *laughs* That's too funny. Maybe I should mention it, if I ever speak to him again.
Dom: *waves nonchalantly* Oh you will, mate, don't worry about it. He's a very nice chap, not the sort to pick up chicks - or rather, chaps - at the rate as our Steve-O.
Elijah: *I smile.* That's good to hear. I just feel so stupid. Trying to pick him up like that!
Dom: *pats your leg* Hey, don't feel stupid. You never know, he might feel the same way. Some blokes are just a bit bad at showing their emotions, you know? I'm one of them. *sighs*
Elijah: *smirks* I can tell. *Stand up, turning off the music.* I'm suddenly very hungry. Want to get something to eat?
Dom: *Rubbing my stomach* Sure, I'm up for grabbing a bite and maybe hassling Karl for a free beer.
Elijah: Ok... let's get Billy. maybe I'll buy you a blue shot while we're out. *smirks*
Dom: Done deal. Let's roll, mate!