Post by gwen on Mar 12, 2012 0:46:55 GMT -5
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| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 195px; height: 295px; background-image: url(http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d25/kitty_lostinherownmind/elaw/gwen-1.png)] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 240px;] [scrolly:as(width: 240px; line-height: 100%; font-family: arial; text-size: 9pt; padding: 0px; 10px 0px 0px;)][scrolly:as(color:#555; font-size: 10pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color:#fff; opacity: .8; height: 295px; width: 240px; padding: 2px 2px 0px 0px; overflow: auto; line-height: 91% ]YOU, ME, IN THE SPOTLIGHT, RUNNING AROUND TIL THE END OF THE NIGHT Gwen's mind was running a million miles per hour with what they could possibly do. This was how the young woman worked, she would find someone to go on an adventure with her, but have no idea where that adventure would lead them. Usually a lot of where she went depended on the person that she was bringing with her. Some people liked certain things more than other things, and other people just couldn't stand some things. Gwen supposed that was the most refreshing thing about Luke. He was up for anything, which made things both easier and also more difficult. With so many different possibilities it was hard to get her mind to stick onto just one. As it was doing in that moment bouncing from one idea to the next, to the next, and never settling on one for two long. She was debating just letting him drive, but then that would take away half of the fun. The Irish woman took a moment to think that maybe they would just hit the open road and see where it took them. Hell, they could drive all night, or well, the last three or so hours of night that were left given the hour. And maybe if she were lucky Luke wouldn't have to go to work the next day. Which was something most people would take into account before showing up at his doorstep, but that wasn't the case with Gwen. She would much rather just jump in with both feet and hope that everything worked out in her favor. Thus far in the night it had, and she liked to say that she had the luck of the Irish which could only mean that he would be free for this adventure to lead well into the night past sunrise. A laugh came from the woman as she let go of his hand to move to the driver's side of the car unlocking the old volvo. "Well I didn't want to make an ass of m'self by assumin' that you knew howta swim jus because ya lived on an over-sized island," she teased with a wide grin on her features. But his ability to swim opened up another can of possibilities and one could tell just by looking at her that she was anxious to get going to where ever it was that they were going to go. Some undecided place that would be filled with wonder and excitement for the both of them. And if that ended up including doing some swimming, then so be it. "I went lookin' in these caves one with a guy who didn know howta swim. We ended up comin to a small underground lake, but a'course because this guy had no idea how he was supposta get across it, we had to turn back. I didn't want there to end up bein' a replay of somethin' like that tonight," she explained to him simply as if going into caves was a common occurrence for every day people. Sure, maybe every day people like Luke and herself, but not everyone was like them. Getting into the car she started it up quickly before looking over at him impatiently. "I think yer heart will handle jus fine what I got planned fer ya," she teased with a wink and then put her seat belt on. She might've been adventurous, but she wasn't a fool. HOT HOT KEEP IT COMING, WE CAN ROCK OUT TIL THE EARLY MORNING |
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px;][atrb=colspan,2][scrolly:as(width: 440px; line-height: 100%; font-family: arial; text-size: 9pt; padding: 0px; 10px 0px 0px;)][scrolly:as(color:#555; font-size: 10pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color:#fff; opacity: .8; height: 85px; width: 440px; padding: 2px 2px 0px 0px; overflow: auto; line-height: 91%] DID YOU HEAR ME SAY THAT?? SMACK CREDIT TO SHOOT THE MOON OF CAUTION. LYRICS TO MIRANDA COSGROVE. [/scrolly][/scrolly] |