<strong>Name:</strong>Terry Hunter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074475#msg13074475)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Evening - Ortiz Backyard and Kitchen<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Savannah Ortiz<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Kitchen Aid<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/black-metalhead-2.jpg?1490501433475&amp;1490501435218&amp;1490501437401)</div>"Good to meet you Miss Ortiz," Terry replied, internally wincing at himself. He'd used the title less out of politeness and more out of habit, now that he was reliving his old high school crush. Of course, with any of her teachers, no matter how calm and amused they got, there was always that sense of... condescension? That knowledge that they were older, you were just a putz, and it was all just some boyhood dream.<br/><br/>Now, however, Savannah herself was becoming more relaxed. The authority in her voice remained somewhat, but she was otherwise more calm and comfortable, which revealed a more casual side. As much as Terry wasn't a kid anymore, he didn't really feel like an adult, either, and every adult around him had always been an authority figure of some sort. Even if it were as a mentor rather than teacher, employer, or guardian. This interaction with Savannah... it reminded him as something so stupid and childish as falling off his bike in front of a neighbor's house as a kid, being treated to a chocolate popsicle after the band-aid had been applied.<br/><br/><strong>"I'd say it would depend on who the owner was whether he's in trouble. Some of the people around here can be a little, um..., what's the word...uppity! They can be a little uppity, but then others... well, he could honestly be quite happy by now. Certainly in less pain than you."</strong><br/><br/>Terry's eyes followed her as she made her way around her kitchen, fetching her supplies while he stood around feeling a bit awkward. There was really nothing for him to do, or rather, no way he knew how he could help. In the worst way he was feeling more and more like a child. Perhaps the real sting was that, as a child, he wouldn't have realized how beautiful a woman like Miss Ortiz was. Whenever she faced him he tried to keep his eyes on hers, but whenever she turned away that backside just beckoned him like a lighthouse leading ships in the fog.<br/><br/>"Quite happy?" he questioned softly, trying to decipher the code. She certainly seemed to know who his partner in crime was that evening, based on the tone of voice. Given that Aric was a Yoga teacher, it was more than possible that the different women of the neighborhood took part in his class. He shrugged, dismissing any further attempts to figure out what she could mean.<br/><br/><strong>"My son is the ultimate daredevil. Thought himself some sort of god, I'm sure. Unfortunately, he bleeds like a mere mortal. Frequently. So I learned to keep bandages on hand."</strong><br/><br/>Terry complied to her demand, setting his clothing down upon one of the stools while seating himself on the other. He wasn't sure how he felt about the comparison to her son. Everything was confusing tonight. He felt too old to be around the kids at the party but he felt like a child when he was around adults. Just what the Hell was he?<br/><br/>"I'm sorry about the blood," he sighed, looking at the spotted trail he made along her kitchen tile. "Once we're done here I'll clean it up for... you." The brief stutter was driven by his shift of focus to Savannah, watching her breasts push forward as she slipped her blazer off. Without the overcoat her corset was fully showcasing the goods, lifting and presenting her bust in a way he hadn't even noticed inside yet. Forget Mrs. Covachek. Miss Ortiz had it<em>all</em>, and the thought of her kneeling down before him to take care of his foot had him reconsidering precisely who would earn themselves a "chocolate popsicle" tonight.<br/><br/><em>No, idiot, stop,</em>Terry shook his head. Not exactly the situation to be filling one's head with fantasies.<br/><br/><strong><em>"If you get your dick sucked by some sloppy whore wearing a cross around her neck, then you totally owe me for dragging you along tonight."</em></strong><br/><br/>He didn't know why that popped up into his mind just this moment, but it did... though Savannah looked to be anything<em>but</em>sloppy, and she certainly had class. This was a woman, not a whore. No cross necklace, either... So, let's say she<em>did</em>decide to give his popsicle a taste... did he owe Tae? Or could he toss it back in her face?<br/><br/>Much like an idiot, Terry was unaware of the stupid smile on his face.