08-08-2010, 03:49 AM
Ezra had been happy to leave his troubles behind for the evening, even knowing his friend Thomas as he did. Thomas thought himself the eternal play-boy, and would often drag Ezra along. Ezra was far more easy going and kind. He didn't believe that Thomas got away with some of the lines he pulled on girls. And, when he'd realized which way Thomas' mind was heading after dragging him into what had at first appeared to be the beginning of a nasty fight, Ezra had given an inward prayer that Thomas would quickly lose interest. As it turned out though, Ezra had instead gained interest.
He could scarcely believe his luck when the "fight" had involved one of the customers from his job at the local butcher shop. A slender red-head he'd never had occasion to speak more than five words to. Every time she entered the shop, she seemed to look right through him, seeking the face of the shops owner instead. He'd always wondered why, but had never had the the courage to bring it up. Especially since he didn't know her name.
He'd felt a slight lurch in his stomach when a large man with partially shaved hair had stepped up to protect the girl from a raving drunk, shouting truly gruesome things. Gruesome and rude, in Ezra's mind. A heat colored his cheeks and he suddenly felt embarrassed when he realized that he was feeling both jealousy, and embarrassment that it hadn't been him to step out and protect this girl, who despite her strong words didn't look to him to be strong enough to do any damage to the drunken beach bum, so obvously taller and bigger than she.
Ezra could have kissed Thomas for his nerve as the red-head's friend turned and smoothly requesting drinks from the crowd around them, and Thomas quickly stepped up. After a moments hesitation, Ezra followed Thomas' example. He kept shyly stealing glances at the red-head. And then looking to his friend Thomas. He was feeling heady, and wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the excitement. He was trying to hide the grin fighting to spread across his face. He cold feel the sting in his cheeks, and he licked his lips trying to get up the courage to speak to the girl when he caught the sound of a question that froze his line of thought completely.
" ... wha- ... am I a cupie doll?" Ezra didn't know what to say, and he now looked at his friend, standing a few inches taller than he, with a quizzical look. Thomas of course was all grins. Confident and cocky, as usual.
"Well, I dunno, doll. What would that make you two, angels?" Thomas said, with a smooth smile, and a flash of straight white teeth. And narrowing his gaze flirtatiously as the question rolled off his lips.
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