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Post by sammikay on Oct 2, 2015 15:20:49 GMT -5
She thought about those food selections, and honestly, that made her want to drink more. So, she in fact, did. She tipped the bottle back and guzzled the rest, squeezing her eyes shut when the kick hit the back of her throat. She wiped her mouth again and let a small giggle escape her lips. "Sounds like the perfect feast," she said with a note of humor as she set the empty bottle next to her. She wasn't quite sure what the two of them were doing right now, but she was easily able to forget about the fact that this wasn't some vacation escape. She could day dream that this was just another trip of adventure that she was going on. And Zach? Well, he was just this night's catch in her fantasy. Who knew, out of all the defensive strategies, Lori would use fantasies as hers?
She grabbed one more cigarette from her stash and dipped the tip of it into the smoking grass. She blew down, feasting the little embers enough to get the tip of her cigarette red. She pulled back and sucked in a deep breath, relishing in the head rush of both a cigarette and a whole two shots of tequila from those little bottles. As if on queue her stomach grumbled and she placed a hand on it to rest.
She let the cigarette hang from her lips as she nodded her head to what he did. But, it wasn't long until Zach ruined this little peaceful moment they had going here. She rolled her eyes, flicked ash off her cigarette, and then threw him another bottle. "Well Zach, I was a bartender, and if there's one thing I learned by doing that, it's that drowning your problems in alcohol always helps," she advised with a wink. She took out her own bottle and cracked it open. She only had two left, but she was already feeling buzzed after just the one, so she didn't really see that as a problem.
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Post by Clannibal on Oct 2, 2015 17:21:44 GMT -5
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you [HASH]Zach |
Zach usually wasn't an angry drunk or a crybaby drunk. He'd had a few friends that were more the latter. It was always fun to get all of the cousins together and see who crashed first, and which ones cried the most. It was a random thought as he stared at the clouds and so wondered, for the first time, what they all thought of the plane crash back at home. Perhaps the most frustrating part of all of this was not being able to communicate that he was alive.
He saw from the corner of his eye, Lori grabbing another cigarette. He wanted the drinks more than anything. He was taking his time, but Lori was not. She had already thrown him a bottle and guzzled her second drink by the time he was considering it. He couldn't help but watch her as she rolled her eyes and blasted through more tequila. There was something raw about her that he had seen from the beginning and he was attracted to it. He enjoyed how she seemed vulnerable and peeled away like an onion with layers. Maybe he apparently liked the wounded ones.
He raised a brow at her. She was a bartender. Not expected, but he shouldn't be surprised. She knew her way around this kind of adult situation, and it was more likely to be an addict when you were around addiction all the time...right? He smiled genuinely before kicking back the bottle she had thrown. It was going to be fun to learn more about her other than she's like me.
"Thanks for taking care of me. I promise I'll call a cab," he joked as he let himself drown in the glee he had not yet experienced since hell broke loose. He closed his eyes again, feeling his head swirling with familiar lightness. He clung to the bottle that had just a sip left now.
"I drank on the job. Casually. It helped take the edge off stress. One beer would turn into four about halfway through the day. I never noticed it until the crash. Now I'm as dry as grandma, until I heard you crying."
He wondered how long this new symbiotic relationship would go on, or how the friendly session would end. Zach couldn't help but tear into your soul to reach the private stuff - what made you tick. Most people couldn't handle that. "Did you lose anybody?" he asked her. He felt he had to ask before they both lost a measure of clarity. He could feel himself loosening up from the glum he was a few moments before.
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Post by sammikay on Oct 2, 2015 18:21:01 GMT -5
She took a deep drag on her cigarette and held it delicately between her fingertips as she blew the smoke out. It almost seemed like an art with the way she concentrated on it. She knew that she would go through these cigarettes rather quickly, and she was going to need to scavenge the plane for more, but she wanted to savor each and every one that she had on her person now. She thrived off cigarettes, and she was surprised that she got off with it like she did. Back before they crashed, she loved running and strength training, and it was a miracle of god that she was able to do that without wheezing.
She had never taken her eyes off of Zach as he kicked the bottle back. She wondered how much it was that he really had drank before having to make the difficult decision to pour it over his wounds. With that thought she looked down at her own ripped up arms. She laughed at his joke, turning her eyes to the sky for a moment while she reminisced about the many times she had called cabs for people. Lori laughed to herself about the several different stories she had about the days in the bar.
There he was again, bringing back the crash. He just wouldn't let it go would he? She nodded, knowing what it was like to drink on the job. She had always been instructed to chase any drink with "beer" when a customer bought her a drink. Which, really meant that she was told to do the Coyote Ugly trick of spitting the drink into an empty beer bottle. She was very well known to never actually spit it into an empty bottle, but to actually chase with the beer. When she wasn't starving she had a high tolerance and could typically get through a work night without too many issues. And, she always had the bouncer walk her home that night. She was very popular among the bouncers. "My grandma is more of an alcoholic than me," she teased, sipping her drink.
She looked up at him when he cut to the chase of the plane. She looked away as she thought. Had she really lost anyone? She no longer would be seeing her dad, but he wasn't on the plane, so she didn't really lose him. She decided to go about this question with humor. "I hooked up with the co-captain a few times before," she said off-handedly, not looking back in his face as she sucked down the rest of that second bottle. Instead of chasing it with a beer, she chased it with another drag of her cigarette.
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Post by Clannibal on Oct 4, 2015 17:31:26 GMT -5
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you [HASH]Zach |
When he saw her glance for a moment at her arm injuries, he remembered a thought that he had a bit ago. He had almost crossed boundaries and stolen one of these bottles so he could toss some of the alcohol on her without her permission. Zach was like that; when the time called for it, he wasn't afraid to be a dick if it meant someone like Lori would live longer. He was like the Batman of the world, just in that he sometimes did the wrong things for the right reasons and everybody hated him for it.
Maybe he'd leave her alone. Let her decide if it was what she needed. He wanted to think he was strong enough to hold on to one in secret instead of drinking, in the intent of disinfecting her wounds later on if need be. He had done it for himself, after all. Why not her?
I'm not a damn babysitter. Seemed like everyday he had to remind himself that.
As she made some more jokes and lightened the mood, he was interested in seeing if she was going to hold her own out here. That breakdown she was having when he stumbled upon her may have been a one time thing. Once she started eating, and sobering up over time, maybe she'd be alright. For now, they were enjoying themselves. Zach was having fun for the first time on this island.
He finished every bit of his bottle, tongue swirling around inside to taste any flavor left. She made the joke about sleeping with the co-captain and his eyes stayed on her as she enjoyed her nicotine treat. As if a momentary insight, he realized she wasn't actually joking, and more thoughts came rushing back to him. He brought the empty bottle he was holding up to his chin, and tapped it against his short beard, while his eyes narrowed with thoughtfulness.
"Damn. I do know you. You're the super-fine chick my brother was staring at the whole time. You were one of the flight attendants."
He smiled and felt jolly about his new discovery. He hadn't realized before. It wasn't something extraordinary, but he felt proud. It was a guy thing. Not always observant. He said Joey was the one staring, but maybe it was a half truth. They stared together. Joey just started it.
He chuckled and leaned over onto his side in the sand, propping himself up with an elbow and a palm against his cheek. He still wore the same tattered olive shirt from the crash day. Blood stains covered a lot of it, but he'd rinsed it in the ocean, at least.
"The co-pilot, hm? Did you do it in the bathroom on the plane?" his eyes glittered with newfound curiosity, the likes of which was unmistakeable.
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Post by sammikay on Oct 4, 2015 17:52:39 GMT -5
She finished her second cigarette and tucked the package away. She couldn't risk smoking all of them tonight. She flicked her hair back and blew out the last bit of smoke before pushing the butt into the sand. She snuck a peak back at the ominous sky. She wondered how long it would be before the rains started coming down, full force. After a long while, she turned her head down back to look at Zach. She had a soft smile on her lips, actually enjoying the company. Why had she been so convinced to stay away from the group after the crash? She could have been surviving this entire time, yet here she was, stuck with nothing in her stomach except for butterflies and alcohol.
Lori noticed the way his tongue sought after every last drop, and she had another flashback to her meltdown and how she had been reaching out with her tongue for the very last drop as well. These two were a lot more common than she thought they would be. Who knew she'd find someone as addicted to this shit as she was. One last time, she ran her hands over her eyes, ensuring that every trace of her tears were gone. She didn't need any of that anymore. After drinking all this alcohol, she had to be strong. She had to have the will to survive on this place, because after a week, it was obvious that the rescue team was not coming as quickly as they had hoped.
After finding out that his brother had been staring at her, and that Zach called her "super-fine", her smile grew larger. Lori was not the type to blush and brush off a compliment. She took them like currency. And, when she had tended the bar, she always added a little extra in the cups of the people that paid her a few compliments. She laughed and shrugged her shoulders as if saying 'Yeah I can't help that I'm gorgeous'. She nodded when he added on that she was one of the flight attendants. "I was craving my next big adventure," she answered, as if that explained her desire to be an attendant.
Watching him lean over onto his side, she felt her head spin. Perfect. The alcohol was hitting her just as hard and fast as she had thought it would. Being careful not to brush her wounds into the sand, she too readjusted and laid on her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows. She let her legs bend, her feet in the air as she crossed her ankles. She laughed at his questions, and gave him a wink. "You'd like to know, wouldn't you?" she said with a smile, pulling her bag closer and offering him one of the last two bottles.
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Post by Clannibal on Oct 4, 2015 19:10:17 GMT -5
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you [HASH]Zach |
THere was a comfortable emptiness in his mind now, and his motor skills felt heavier than normal. The empty stomach was soaking up the drinks quite pleasurably, sending him to a far off place where he could not give a crap about anything but what was happening in front of him. His fingers played with the beach sand. He was back to filling the bottle that he had discarded earlier. His attention was on Lori, though.
"Yeah, I would. Boys will be boys," he said, smile still plastered on his narrow face. "So you're single, or is it complicated?"
It was also the first time he'd thought of Joey and not wanted to die. It was amazing what alcohol did for him. The troubles were there but he was numb now. Numb to all but the pleasures of company.
Were they flirting now? He wondered how far he'd get here. You never knew with women. But alchohol made things easier, usually. It broke the ice and made best friends out of strangers. The flirting was all in good fun.
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Post by sammikay on Oct 4, 2015 21:55:08 GMT -5
She relaxed further, running her finger through the sand absentmindedly. She for a moment was back in the comfort of home, laying on her couch and running her finger through her coffee, stirring in the whip cream that she indulged in. She was able to escape from the stress around her, and wasn't that really the reason she drank? To escape? She turned her face towards him and watched as he filled the bottle with sand as if it were a souvenir he would be taking back home.
She chuckled and just shook her head. "No, it wasn't in the plane. We were in the same hotel before the plane took off in the morning," she explained. She watched him for a moment before shrugging her shoulders. "I'm a complicated person, but I don't think my relationships are. I get what I want and that's about it," she confessed, looking away from him. She had never openly admitted to someone that she was incredibly selfish in relationships, but that was the truth. She didn't really worry about where relationships went. She wasn't one of those girls that had been planning her wedding since she was 5, and she definitely didn't want to be a mother. She had low expectations for romance, which led her to be very demanding of whatever relationship she was craving, whether that was physical or not.
She looked up at him, and began to wonder about what he had said about her. He had a brother? And one that was on the plane? She found it strange that this brother wasn't with him. For a moment, she wondered about asking about the boy, but she decided that given the circumstances she would save that for a time when they weren't having so much fun. The two of them were actually having fun. They were doing something human after this incredible situation, and she needed that. She'd save the heartbreak and hard conversations for later.
| | Highlights Angry, Addicted, In withdrawl. #LoriCurrently. Lori is facing major withdrawls. She only has three more bottles of alcohol that she had stuffed into her very small bag that had held nothing more than cigarettes and her passport. She's very quick to anger right now, and really isn't dealing with anyone's bullshit very well. | |
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Post by Clannibal on Oct 5, 2015 12:09:27 GMT -5
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you [HASH]Zach |
She was honest and open. Not once had he gotten the feeling that she was lying or even embarrassed by the way things had played out. It was curious of her. Did she have nothing to hide? She was openly talking of her relationships. Her hotel encounters. She didn't miss a beat.
His tongue swiped across his lips as he pondered over her remark about getting what she wanted. He felt that was probably BS. No girl wanted to be alone forever. Right?
"Don't take this the wrong way, but you're reminding me a bit of this Swedish girl in that movie I saw. Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. She's like, super tough and complicated. You sound super complicated from my perspective."
Everyone he knew had seen that movie. He'd actually read the book, too. He used to read when he was younger. Brian Jaques, mostly. Smirking in his usual fashion, he shifted his weight a bit on the arm he was leaning on. He was fascinated by Lori and wanted more of her time. How was her temper? Was she incredibly insecure with guys like him? Or was she stronger than he gave her credit for? Confidence was sexy.
"Unless you're in different hotel rooms because it pays for your addictions," he guessed rather boldly, the controversial implications pretty clear. Prostitution was always something that could be associated with addicted people. "I'm not judging, but it's not my style, is all."
Zach didn't normally have a lot of filters, but tipsy Zach was even worse. He loved pushing boundaries.
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Post by sammikay on Oct 5, 2015 18:47:58 GMT -5
She had been thinking about her habits while the conversation continued. She wondered briefly if it was bad of her to have this kind of mindset of getting what she wanted out of a relationship and being done with it. She had never really thought about the other's feelings, because honestly, she hadn't cared. She was getting what she wanted, and that was all she had ever been concerned with. Lori looked up with Zach mentioned the movie.
"I never saw it," she admitted with a shrug. She was never a movie person. She liked music much more than sitting for hours on end to watch movies. Maybe that was inhuman of her to dislike movies, but she didn't really care. She didn't have the attention span for long movies. "Super complicated, and tough? You flatter me," she said with a flash of a smile. The alcohol was definitely sinking in. She could feel her mind spinning, unable to really focus on everything going on. It was just one singular experience at this point. She moved a bit closer to Zach, adjusting so that she sat on her butt now, legs stretched out, and arms stretched behind her to hold her torso up.
Her comfort was quickly pulled away though when he brought up getting paid. "Excuse me?" she asked, narrowing her eyes and looking at him. "So, guys can like having as much sex as they want, but the minute a girl does it, she's a prostitute?" she exclaimed, obviously unhappy with what he thought of her. "I like sex. Consensual, free sex," she clarified. "If anything, I pay the men with my presence," she joked, shaking her head in disbelief at being considered a prostitute.
She couldn't quite blame him for thinking that about her though. She had done some rathe unsavory careers before and she had been known to continue that night outside of clubs. Others had tried to toss her money after using her for their own pleasure, and she had swiftly slapped them across the face and left the place. She wasn't sleeping with anyone because of what they offered her. She used men like men usually used women. She was not a prostitute, and she had never accepted any benefits other than sex to sleep with someone.
| | Highlights Angry, Addicted, In withdrawl. #LoriCurrently. Lori is facing major withdrawls. She only has three more bottles of alcohol that she had stuffed into her very small bag that had held nothing more than cigarettes and her passport. She's very quick to anger right now, and really isn't dealing with anyone's bullshit very well. | |
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Post by Clannibal on Oct 6, 2015 11:37:43 GMT -5
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you [HASH]Zach |
Zach didn't think much about the girlfriend he'd left behind. Now was one of those few times he did, as he watched Lori move herself closer to him. Mostly he didn't think of her because they'd drifted away so far already by the time he boarded the unlucky plane. She may have been cheating on him even before then. So, really, he had no attachments. When he thought of his ex, that's all he thought.
His thoughts were jumbled by now, jumping from one idea to the next, and soon he felt he'd lose all capacity to control his tongue. He enjoyed the reaction he got from her when he asked such a pointed question. She found it distasteful, which amused him for so many reasons. He just ran his hand through his hair, prying some strands away from his eyes, while she justified her lifestyle and made definitions between what could be and what she wasn't.
"The minute she gets paid by a sleaze, she's a prositute, yes," he agreed while slightly correcting the outburst she made. His eyes still glittered with interest. He poked the subject a little more. "But my dad did always say, 'Don't do anything you're good at for free.' If some guy is sexist enough to think you wanted his money, well...why not take it? The jokes on him, not you."
He shrugged dramatically and reached over to grab his last bottle of booze. Instead of feeling sad it was the last drink he'd get, he felt nothing but an emotional high. This drink would send him over the edge in a few minutes. There was no telling where the two would end up by nightfall. He felt good about it. He felt freer than he had back in civilization. Rules didn't apply here, did they? Reality was much more primitive now.
"You're an out-of-control girl, aren't you, Lori?"
Keeping his eyes trained on hers, he guzzled for probably the last time, his biggest weakness.
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Post by sammikay on Oct 6, 2015 14:16:06 GMT -5
She was still lost in herself. She was never one to really think much when she drank. She usually used drinking to escape her issues, to pull away from thoughts that she didn't want to have. It was strange, very strange, that she now used this time to roll over her previous actions. She was been probed by his questions, and instead of deflecting off her tough exterior like she had been used to, she found that his questions rolled in the mixture of alcohol and random thoughts through her head. She did not answer him right away when mentioning that you should get paid for things you do well.
It was true, she was good a sex. She had a sex appeal that had definitely been used before to earn money, such as tips as a bartender, or even the time that she had done a quick photo shoot for an advertisement for a gentleman's club. Her appeal was obvious, and it radiated off her, even in times like this when she was covered in sand with messy hair. She had accepted money before for appeal, but never for sex. And why not? She was good at it, people always wanted to continue their friendship with major benefits, and honestly, she desired it as much as they had. So why not accept the extra benefits? She swallowed for a moment and eventually just looked back up at Zach and shrugged. "I'm worth more than what they would give me," she said cockily, eyes glazed over from the booze that had now created a very warming sensation in her stomach.
"And, that's what my daddy said about me when I was growing up," she answered, watching him take the very last bottle and down it. There was something that clicked with her then that she only had the one bottle left. She looked at her bag, imagining the small bottle of gin that sat in the very bottom of it. The label had been washed off, but she had saved it for last, knowing it was her favorite. She swallowed and looked back up at Zach. She would need to save it for a time of desperate need. Without glancing at her arms, she shuddered thinking she would have to make the very same sacrifice that Zach had made with his very last indulgence too.
| | Highlights Angry, Addicted, In withdrawl. #LoriCurrently. Lori is facing major withdrawls. She only has three more bottles of alcohol that she had stuffed into her very small bag that had held nothing more than cigarettes and her passport. She's very quick to anger right now, and really isn't dealing with anyone's bullshit very well. | |
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Post by Clannibal on Oct 6, 2015 17:38:23 GMT -5
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you [HASH]Zach |
His arm was aching, so he lifted himself off of the sand and back upright. Sand fell all around him but he didn't seem to mind being covered in it. They had all gotten pretty used to sand everywhere. He was only able to focus on Lori now, anyway, for the most part. As if he could read her mind, he pictured her in the scenarios she had talked about, but with a twist of his own. Greedily he let his imagination play on the here and now.
I'm worth more than they could give, she said. She seemed to have struggled to come to that conclusion, but Zach was satisfied with the answer. She did not seem like the type to make a career of her lifestyle, but when you lived so loosely, there was only a tiny line dividing her from what she seemed offended by. To him, the only difference was she chose her partners instead letting herself be picked, like she was for sale. She seemed broken but overall, independent. It was tasteful.
"I kind of envy you. Must be nice t' be a girl that gets what she wants. We guys are easy. If you want em, you got em. But when we guys want you, it's a long and drawn out...process. I also used to believe in monogamy but maybe you're on to sum'thin."
His expression had changed a bit. Eyes were cloudy. He stared at her as if waiting for her to say or do something else, hanging on her every moment. The wind scattered some sand off of his clothes, and the waves of the gulf were much stronger than a usual day, creating a dramatic ambient background for them.
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Post by sammikay on Oct 6, 2015 19:38:34 GMT -5
She watched him move now. She seemed to notice every move that he made, the environment around them fading away. She could have very well been in her favorite bar down town, or even on her nice leather couch in her apartment. She was very lucky, daddy was pretty successful and kept her well equipped to live in New York. She was a trust fund baby, and honestly, didn't need to work a day in her life. Her father had been a very successful lawyer and had created a large sum of money to allow Lori whatever she really wanted in life. Growing up, She had lived in a beautiful apartment with her father, right in the heart of New York. The two of them were often invited to socialite's parties, because her dad was their representative in many cases...Cases he won for them.
She had chosen to do the work she did because she enjoyed it. She enjoyed being an item of desire, and they way that Zach was looking at her now only increased that pleasure. She shrugged her shoulders when he mentioned monogamy. She had never really been interested in staying with one person. Her friends back home had always had so many issues with boyfriends like that. They were cheated on, they were left, they argued. She had none of that with her lifestyle. A guy was an ass? She left him without any regrets.
She had never had a relationship go wrong. That was the first question she usually got from people who knew her habits of sleeping around with whomever she wished. Why did she do it? Daddy issues? Mommy issues? Bad ex? And honestly, she wasn't sure what it was. Maybe it was a subconscious desire, or maybe she did it just to please a void that she was unaware of. "Why settle?" she finally asked, turning her head to stare at him. Eyes glassed over, and resting bitch face relaxed into a serene expression, Lori actually looked happy in this moment.
| | Highlights Angry, Addicted, In withdrawl. #LoriCurrently. Lori is facing major withdrawls. She only has three more bottles of alcohol that she had stuffed into her very small bag that had held nothing more than cigarettes and her passport. She's very quick to anger right now, and really isn't dealing with anyone's bullshit very well. | |
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Post by Clannibal on Oct 7, 2015 13:16:20 GMT -5
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you [HASH]Zach |
Back home, in his element, Zachary didn't do things like this. He had made some mistakes in his past thanks to his binge drinking as a teen, but his addictions weren't even something he had noticed before. It didn't control his life. He was happy where he was at. He, unlike, Lori, wanted to settle down. He was getting older and a little wiser and the partying years were starting to pass by him, disappear behind. He'd get married and move into a nice four bedroom house, have a couple of kids and take them out to do fun stuff, and eventually retire so he could fish all day.
So, what changed? Everything.
He reached out a hand and grabbed at Lori's body, to draw her close to him, arm snaking around her waist. His other hand found their way to her thick hair. Her hair was a crown of beauty, even despite their living conditions. No words were needed as he sought her lips with his and planted them there. He may have been able to hold back this part of him this entire conversation, but the drinking was at its highest peak and his blood was thick with it. There was no going back unless she had the capacity to stop. If that happened, at least he'd be drunk enough to enjoy watching her walk away.
As though he expected to be pushed away, his one hand cradled the back of her head to get the most out of this moment of fire.
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Post by sammikay on Oct 7, 2015 13:34:38 GMT -5
As much as she wished she could have read his mind, she was left wondering what he was thinking when she offered him the option to never settle. And, if she could have read his mind, she would have seen this coming, but it was a total surprise. She found herself in his strong arms, being pulled close to him while his lips sought after her own. Now this, this was normal for Lori. She felt comfortable. This was familiar territory, and territory that she was very skilled about. Instead of eyes widening in disbelief like a blushing girl, they slid closed as she greatly welcomed the kiss.
There was something about being stuck on an island for a week that made you crave human contact. Zach was the first person she had talked to since waking up from the crash, and she found it rather funny that this was the predicament that the two of them had found themselves in. Starving, drunk, and addicted. She too pulled her hand to his face, running her long fingers along his stubbly jaw until she tangled them into the tresses of his hair. She pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, hungry for more.
Zach was a very interesting character. Not more than a few hours ago he had pulled her from the darkest moment she had experienced. He had offered her help when no one had even noticed that she was gone. And, instead of thinking about any of this, or even what the implication of being stuck on an island after this would be, all she could concentrate on was that he was a really great kisser.
| | Highlights Angry, Addicted, In withdrawl. #LoriCurrently. Lori is facing major withdrawls. She only has three more bottles of alcohol that she had stuffed into her very small bag that had held nothing more than cigarettes and her passport. She's very quick to anger right now, and really isn't dealing with anyone's bullshit very well. | |
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