The Morning After

[Paris Black]

No, Paris couldn't really afford to care what people thought of her naked. She knew she looked good enough clothed just by hearing the thoughts around her, and she wagered that since half of them wanted to see her naked, when she actually WAS naked it must be just as nice. She was a confident sort of girl.

While he showered, she did exactly what she'd intended to do, and crammed everything that didn't have a rightful place that she could see under the bed. She would have felt bad for housekeeping, but she knew that the woman down the hall went through people's things while they were gone. Lucky for her Paris was feeling forgiving, or she'd have pissed in the closet.

When Darren was out of the shower, she was dressed and ready to go. "So," she said. "Can I call you sometime?" She cut right to the chase.

[Darren Liten]

When he got out of the shower, he dressed rather quickly in his clothes from the day before and wandered back out to Paris.  He didn't particularly like wearing clothes over, but it was a definite improvement just to have a shower, so he certainly wasn't about to complain.  Within a few minutes it wouldn't bother him in the least, anyway.

"Sure.  Do you need me to write it down, or have you already picked it from my brain and memorized it?" he asked, mostly teasing despite the fact that it was an honest question.  He'd give her the number if she needed it, but that was what he didn't know.

[Paris Black]

"No, I stole it from your head," she said glibly with a smile. She leaned in and gave him a brief kiss. "I'll cal you in a few days, make sure you still wanna see me again. Hell, make sure I still wanna see you again. No offense, catboy," she said with a smile. She really was being sincere, though, if not disgustingly blunt. After situations like this, people needed their space.

"Maybe we c'n go out next weekend. We'll skip all the magical brew, though," she called over her shoulder. Damn, Paris moved pretty quick when she had places to be - although this was more of packing her shit and moving around.

[Darren Liten]

"None taken," he said simply.  After the kiss and the smile, he wasn't going to just assume she was making fun of him.  At least, not anymore than she seemed to anyway with those names, which really wasn't something he minded.  This was a girl that he thought just might be able to grow on him a little. 

"Sounds alright.  I'll talk to you in a few days, then," he told her, glancing around the room quickly to make sure he wasn't forgetting anything (which included checking his person for his car keys), and he was out the door a moment after her.  He didn't think he needed to say anything too 'touching' regarding their time, considering they really didn't know each other well enough for anything deep, and as a mind reader she would know what his opinion of the evening had been.  He'd enjoyed himself, and her company.  He'd be interested in hearing from her in a few days, but for the moment, he had to get his shit together and find a place to live.

Fun.