The Vacation House {Main Thread}
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				Title: <strong>The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ladyelizabeth</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 02:54:08</strong>
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				<div align="center">This is where all the Action takes place.&nbsp; Enjoy!</div><div align="center">OOC Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56447.0)</div><div align="center">Character / Settings Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56449.0)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ladyelizabeth</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 06:08:39</strong>
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				The house was wonderfully decorated and set.&nbsp; Ashlyn had spent a lot of time working on the house and helping Emiko clean and organize things to the best of their ability.&nbsp; The house was actually Ashlyn's given to her by her parents but she was using it as a vacation house.&nbsp; She had invited friends and some other people to come to the house and have some fun.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>She expected several of the people to start arriving so she unlocked the door.&nbsp; Locks weren't necessary this far out but sometimes it was hard to ignore old habits that she had created for herself in the city. <br>&nbsp;<br>Ashlyn was wearing a camisole top and black slacks with flare at the bottom to greet everyone in.&nbsp; Her hair was piled on her head held up there by chopsticks and the camisole top was a deep violet color with flowers along the hem.&nbsp; She knew Emiko was getting ready and perhaps the whole gang would enjoy themselves for the week.&nbsp; The middle of the week would be when things got interesting.&nbsp; It was the meeting phase that would be the start of the fun. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 06:53:30</strong>
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				The entire day seemed to flow by at a snails pace.&nbsp; Wade was in much need of a vacation and to get away for a little bit.&nbsp; &nbsp;The drive to the vacation house was enough to dull the senses.&nbsp; Pulling up he was in much need of a drink and some excitement.&nbsp; The vacation house was much larger than he expected.&nbsp; Slow to get out of his car for staring, he looks around at all the trees, and the privacy of the place.&nbsp; He can’t recall how long it was since he had last drove past another house.&nbsp; Continuing to look around as he walks around the car to get his bag, he notices that there are not many cars yes.&nbsp; He assumes that he is one of the first to arrive.&nbsp; Checking his reflection in the window of the car, his blonde hair off slightly to the side brushing along the top of his eyes was just the way he liked it.&nbsp; He had decided for something simply for his arrival, he settled for a pressed black button up shirt left loose and designer jeans that are just tight enough to give a hint of what lay beneath.&nbsp; He smiles satisfied and heads up to the house.<br><br>Walking up the stairs of the porch his excitement turns to nervousness.&nbsp; He knew this week was going to be awesome but meeting new people always made him nervous at first.&nbsp; He knew once he was through introductions it would be more enjoyable.&nbsp; Pausing at the door he takes a deep breath before giving a solid knock.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ladyelizabeth</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 15:12:11</strong>
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				Ashlyn smiled as she saw Emiko come down the stairs.&nbsp; Her choice for clothing was a good one, but she only had a second before the knock came at the door.&nbsp; Her own insides jumped just a bit. <br>&nbsp;<br>After a moment, she cleared her throat and made her way to the door and opened it with a smile. "Hello!&nbsp; Welcome to the Vacation House"&nbsp; she grinned and stepped out of the way.&nbsp; 'Please come in"&nbsp; she didn't recognize him but she knew that he was probably the friend of a friend. <br>&nbsp;<br>She did take her time to look him over and almost sighed in appreciation of what she saw. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 15:37:30</strong>
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				Luke fidgeted the entire length of the cab ride.&nbsp; Partly because he was nervous about where he was going, and partly because he was watching the taxi meter click upwards.&nbsp; If he'd known how far it was from the airport to the middle of nowhere he might have tried to negotiate with the driver first.<br><br>When they finally pulled up at the house, he had a little trouble getting himself out of the taxi.&nbsp; THAT was completely due to nerves.&nbsp; His brother-in-law, Ryan, had originally been invited.&nbsp; Unable to go himself, he'd made a few calls and convinced Luke to go instead.&nbsp; The people there knew he was coming, but he didn't know any of them.&nbsp; "That's the idea," Ryan had told him, "new people, new situations, guys, gals, all the stuff that makes you uncomfortable - it's perfect.&nbsp; You spend a few weeks and come back without the shaft up your ass."<br><br>Luke frowned... He didn't have "a shaft up his ass".&nbsp; He just wasn't all that good dealing with people he didn't know well.&nbsp; But maybe Ryan was right - best way to deal with what bothers you is to face it head-on.<br><br>So he opened the cab door, paid the drive his insane fee, took his luggage from the trunk, and waked up to the patio.&nbsp; He paused there for a moment or two to steady himself, then stepped up and knocked on the door...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 15:55:30</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">It didn’t serve a point to junk up her mind with hope of what she defined as being a great vacation. The invite alone to come up to the vacation house, was enough to break away from the drum beat of the city life. She pushed her car over the speed limit when she got out past the city limits. In the back seat were three suit cases she crammed with just about everything from her wardrobe she owned. Not sure what to expect on this vacation, Irene just took a chance on being over prepared and brought at least five different outfits that were suitable for any occasion with shoes to match. Running a hand through her hair helped the wind toss it about. Her pale yellow sun dress with tiny light blue roses, was if anything comfortable reaching as low as her thighs; add a pair of dark brown slip on sandals and she was set. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Reaching over for the directions read where she was to turn off and just in time too, she was approaching pretty fast. Irene had just enough time to slow down and make the turn. The black Jaguar handled smoothly shifting down to ease into the turn. She grinned thanking her cousin inwardly for letting her borrow his car. But not without a warm sentiment of if she gets one scratch on it she will pay for it. The music in the car was deafening as she pulled up into the drive way of the vacation house. After shutting down, the red haired beauty stepped out the car and pushed up the driver’s seat to reach in and unload her suitcases.&nbsp; </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Once that simple task was over she adjusted the load and looked over the place as she walked toward the house. It was fantastic and a far cry from any city life. The fact she actually heard the birds singing was a plus in her book. It beat hearing the constant rumbling and rattling of a train going by every 20 minutes near her studio apartment. What can you do? It was close to the university and what she could afford on her budget. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Another guy (Luke) had arrived minutes ahead of her in a cab that drove off. She looked up hearing him just knocking on the door. Walking up to stand on the porch joined him in the wait. She learned to not be so open in first encounters. But this was new and all coming were also invited or close friends of the hosts. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Looking over at the guy decided to speak and be cordial up front since she’ll be spending time new friends. With a measure of confidence and poise she spoke, “Hello I’m Irene.” She said. Her deep green eyes carried a smile just before she gazed back at the door. In her hurry to drop her load in some room decided to try the door. “Hey it’s opened already.” She said with a measure of relief. Her bags weren’t exactly light so she stepped in quickly and set the heaviest of the three on the floor.&nbsp; Yes call her bold if you must, but there wasn’t any sign that said knock before entering. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 16:22:30</strong>
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				Luke shifted his feet and watched as the slick black Jag pulled into the drive.&nbsp; The crunch of pebbles under the tires seemed incredibly loud in the peaceful surroundings.&nbsp; He took a deep breath, and tried to hide his nervousness when she walked up the steps.&nbsp; She was beautiful - the long red hair and pale complexion, coupled with the lightness of her dress... she just oozed "cute".<br><br>"Hey..." he managed.&nbsp; "I'm Luke."<br><br>He held out his hand to her, but before it made it half way towards her, she was already pushing her way through the door.&nbsp; "um... shouldn't we..."<br><br>He was going to say, "wait for someone to open it for us," but she was inside faster than his "um" had come out.&nbsp; He shrugged to himself, and then stepped inside with her.&nbsp; His single duffel bag was in direct contrast to the fine set of matched luggage that Irene had just dropped, and next to her he felt a little "shlumpy" in jeans and t-shirt - the black fabric with the Pink Floyd prism another stark contrast to her bright colors.<br><br>He called into the house "Hello!...&nbsp; Anybody home?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 18:19:15</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Irene grinned at Luke as he called out for someone. She knew she came off a little too head strong just now. She just really needed to drop the case that was stretching her arm longer than the other. “Forgive me…um Luke was it? I didn’t mean to be a tad brazen. I really needed to drop this suitcase with my clothing. These two have shoulder straps, and I wished this one wheels.” She held out her free hand which of course welcomed the relief from the heavy bag. “Let me try this again. I’m Irene and I’m pleased to meet you.” </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Her Irish accent, though mild in speech shined through her words proudly. But she was not going to let that deter her. He was cute and had unusual colored eyes as she stared right into them. His dark brown hair only made them stand out more. He was cute that was obvious. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 18:42:38</strong>
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				"Oh... of course... I'm sorry..." Luke stammered as he help her with the bags.&nbsp; That was something he should have volunteered right at the start and he felt like kicking himself for not doing that.&nbsp; Her took her hand then, the skin was soft, and the contact distracted him again - as did her lovely voice.&nbsp; The way she smiled at him was friendly and inviting.<br><br>"I'm Luke," he repeated, not certain why as she'd use his name already, "Luke Ballard.&nbsp; I'm a friend of Ryan's.&nbsp; It's...", he smiled then, apparently hers was infectious and he felt himself beginning to relax just a bit.&nbsp; When he continued, it seemed a bit more natural - "It's nice to meet you too.&nbsp; I'm sorry for not offering to take your bags right out - that wasn't very polite of me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 20:07:06</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“My bags are my concern and I never mean for anyone to get mixed up in them.” She giggled lightly. “Don’t be so chivalrous I understand. I am use to handling a lot on my own, with or without thought to a man’s interest to help or not. It’s really ok. Besides we just met for all you know I might have bit your head off for trying to touch my belongings. But as long as you asked, Oh please do take hold of this monster case beside my foot.” She smiled stepping aside for him to grab hold when he liked. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“Oh, but not until we are directed to our rooms. I wouldn’t want you standing about holding it and your arm goes numb.” She smiled. “Ahh, are we now giving last name? Well then it’s Irene O’Ryan. You say you’re a friend of who…Ryan? Ok and where is he? You guys traveling separately?” </span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">She figured she could pass the second’s away by practicing her small talk until they were addressed by someone of the house. Luke looked a little more at ease talking and that was a good sign. She met someone new her first day and was enjoying her stay already. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“Oh wow excuse me, forgot to set the car alarm.” Irene whipped around to face the door and opened it again. Stepping only part of the way out the doorway punched the button of her car controller and heard it arm itself. Feeling relieved stepped back in and turned around feeling now a bit awkward. “I suppose way out here it wasn’t a necessity. To arm the car; It’s my cousin’s car and his warnings sank in pretty clear. I guess it’s better to be safe than sorry.” She shrugged not sure why she gave that whole spill. But she did, damage done.&nbsp; </span>
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				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 23:21:34</strong>
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				He took hold of the larger bag, and moved it to the side, away from the entryway.<br><br>"Ryan's my brother-in-law.&nbsp; He couldn't make it, but... well, I guess he thought this would be a good opportunity for me to ... um... ", he smiled then, "make a fool of myself in font of complete strangers."<br><br>After she locked her car, and followed it with a rambling explanation, Luke figured she might just be as nervous as himself, and it actually served to relax him just a bit.&nbsp; "Well," he told her, "I've heard that bears steal food... maybe raccoons steal cars?"&nbsp; It came out, really, before he could edit himself and he hoped he hadn't just said something that would forever label him a reject.<br><br>He hoped that someone would find their way to the door soon - he needed something to distract him from Irene because he was having a very hard time keeping his eyes where they belonged, and that was making him talk like an idiot...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 00:41:09</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Irene giggled over his last addition to their conversation and liked him already. “I suppose…”She responded shaking her head. “How about we leave the bags and go hunting for someone in the kitchen? This is a pretty big house and a knock may just go unnoticed. It’s only been a few minutes since we arrived and I’m kind of curious as to the layout of this great looking house. Besides I can do with a little snack. So what do you say? Are you brave enough to go exploring?” </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">She saw a few vehicles out front and figured someone had to be inside. Every now and then she heard the murmurings of voices toward the back or upstairs she wasn’t sure. The door was unlocked and that usually means come in and make known yourself to the household. So when Luke gave the customary shout out….it was fair to say they were caught up on country etiquette; so she hoped. She decided to make things less a mystery to just shout out where they were heading. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“Hello Emiko! Ashlyn! We’ve arrived, its Irene and Luke is here with me! We are going to head toward the kitchen if anyone hears me!” </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">She looked at Luke, “I hope you didn’t mind me broadcasting our names. It hasn’t been long in our wait and as you said unless a raccoon can pull our bags out the door their safe.” She grinned. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 02:48:15</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56450.msg2635235#msg2635235">Quote from: ladyelizabeth on 14-01-2010, 15:12:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">After a moment, she cleared her throat and made her way to the door and opened it with a smile. "Hello!&nbsp; Welcome to the Vacation House"&nbsp; she grinned and stepped out of the way.&nbsp; 'Please come in"&nbsp; she didn't recognize him but she knew that he was probably the friend of a friend. <br>&nbsp;<br>She did take her time to look him over and almost sighed in appreciation of what she saw. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Waiting for the door to be answered he turned to admire the view of the forest.&nbsp; He was still awed by the sheer number of trees.&nbsp; Hearing the door swing up he turns to just as she says hello. His eyes unconsciously travel up and down her body taking in ever curve.&nbsp; Catching himself quickly, "I am sorry, Hi! and thank you.&nbsp; I'm Wade. " with a sparkle in his eyes he continues,&nbsp; <em>Everything</em> here is absolutely beautiful."&nbsp; Walking further into the house he notices how open and warm the house is.&nbsp; Turning to her, "I am Rick's friend, unfortunately he was unable to make it so he offered me up as his replacement."&nbsp; finishing with a smile.&nbsp; Turning to set that bags further into the room he notices Emiko standing further in the room.&nbsp; He tries not to stare and create an awkward situation so he catches her attention, "Oh, sorry I didn't see you over there, I'm Wade."&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>He looks through the kitchen hearing Irene announce that she a Luke have arrived.&nbsp; &nbsp; Unsure where his room is, he tucks his luggage in a corner and heads to kitchen to meet the two that just arrived. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>ladyelizabeth</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 06:33:44</strong>
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				Ashlyn cleared her throat and then closed the door hearing Irene. <br>&nbsp;<br>She chuckled.&nbsp; Leave it to Irene to announce their arrival.&nbsp; She walked behind Wade and into the kitchen raising her voice back "Don't worry, I'm sure I know your not a stalker or someone breaking and entering.&nbsp; Emiko, Wade and I are on our way"&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>She wondered why Rick had sent Wade.&nbsp; She knew he was eye candy but Rick had a tendency to fix people.&nbsp; What about him needed fixing.&nbsp; She was curious. <br>&nbsp;<br>As she entered into the kitchen she smiled and waved. "Hey there, I'm Ashlyn"&nbsp; she knew Irene would have something snarky to say but she didn't care.&nbsp; She didn't recognize Luke.&nbsp; She thought he looked familiar though.&nbsp; She pursed her lips concentrating and trying to remember who said they were sending a Luke.&nbsp; She sighed.&nbsp; It was going to be a long day for her that was for sure. 
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				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 14:55:07</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Irene was heard chuckling as she moved off toward the kitchen. If Luke cared to follow he was welcomed too. Hearing Ashlyn’s voice announce back that she a Wade and Emiko were on their way was enough for her to start snooping. Irene shrugged not knowing a Wade, but she will in a tad. Come to think of it she realized Emiko was so shy she hardly knew what she was thinking most times. Footsteps were heading her way as she rummaged about the refrigerator. Irene was serious when she said she needed a snack.</span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> By the time anyone made it to the kitchen, she most assuredly had her head deep into the refrigerator looking for a snack. Popping her head back out with a frown knew her next comment will be typical of her to say. “Hey! Where’s the Irish beer? What’s with all this domestic stuff?” </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">She chuckled with her hand wrapped around a cold beer. She closed the refrigerator door and sat at the table and waved back at the group. It’s nice seeing you two and might I say a fabulous house. You were right about how far it was out here in no man’s land. Remind me to take a cab like this guy next time. But not until I hit the lottery that is.” She nodded toward Luke grinning.</span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Irene knew the four cups of coffee in the mega gulp, she had on the drive up was what had her jabbering on, and on. But 9 hours and three pit stops later here she was adding a beer to her already obvious caffeine buzz. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“I promise I won’t be so chatty later once I come off this caffeine buzz. So take advantage of it now.” She grinned adjusting her short sun dress. She was leaning on the back of a table chair looking at every one as she sipped her beer. Wade didn’t look bad at all and that meant things were looking up. But whatever Ashlyn had planned was anyone’s guess. But whatever it was, it was worth seeing her house she talked about. Well at least through emails back and forth, hence the invite. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 03:46:56</strong>
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				Wade could not help but smile as he makes his way into the kitchen stopping short.&nbsp; His eyes zero in on a short sundress poking out of the refrigerator.&nbsp; His eyes linger a little long as they absorb the view of some gorgeous legs that can only belong to Irene who had previously yelled her arrival with Luke.&nbsp; &nbsp;Remembering where he was his eyes catch Luke, "Hey, I am Wade, I assume you are Luke?" he flourishes a wide smile.&nbsp; "Great to meet you!"&nbsp; Shaking his hand, and patting him on the shoulder as if he has always known him.&nbsp; <br><br>He couldn't help but laugh at her comment of lack of Irish beer.&nbsp; He takes a step back to the table where she sat, "Irene, I am Wade.&nbsp; Pleasure to meet you."&nbsp; <br><br>With informal greetings for him done, he follows Irene's lead and pulls a beer out of the refrigerator holding it up and asking, "May I?.....Would anyone else like one?"&nbsp; Just one would be good to relax just a little.&nbsp; <br><br>He was looking forward to forgetting the world beyond the trees for just a little while.&nbsp; Reminded that he wants to turn the phone off for the week.&nbsp; Looking the phone over he realizes there is no signal this far up in the woods.&nbsp; The quiet of the forest and indulgence of life's little secrets is all the he desired for the week.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ladyelizabeth</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 06:27:39</strong>
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				Ashlyn smiled a bit and then nodded "Ah yes well, let's not always listen to irene though, because when she isn't talking, she's plotting"&nbsp; With a grin, she leaned over and hugged Irene before nodding to Wade.&nbsp; "A beer would be great thank you"<br>&nbsp;<br>She waited for the beer before moving back to Emiko and placing an arm around her waist.&nbsp; Emiko had to be feeling a little shy with everyone there.&nbsp; She hugged her close to her and then smiled. "So besides being so far out, how is everyone else finding their vacation starting off so far?"
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				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 16:54:49</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Irene giggled hearing Ashlyn’s come back. She slipped into the chair at the table near Wade.&nbsp; She loved the beer but had to offer a tease or two. Eventually once the buzz wares off, she will size up folks and ponder things she has not had time too in a while since the semester finally ended. This vacation was a sweet deal and so far she envied Ashlyn her home. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“I’m enjoying the sights, feeling the peace that the country life style can offer outside the city. Well at least I did so on the drive out here. I’m sure my loud music disturbed a few as I drove past, but they’ll get over it.” Irene had dressed down trying to borrow her cousin’s car when she showed up at his house for it. His wife was a religious sort and if she had dressed otherwise, would have dam well been walking the with bags in tow. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">The buzz of caffeine was slowly being replaced by the calm of the alcohol. A single brow was raised as she turned to the other two guys to hear their responses to the question. </span>
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				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 09:26:35</strong>
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				Tipping back his beer and taking a long drink before answering.&nbsp; Looking over at Luke before sliding his eyes over each of the ladies, "The area is very peaceful.&nbsp; I am finding myself not only relaxed here, but also with everyone here."&nbsp; &nbsp;Wade pauses for just a moment before adding with a smile, "Oh and I have a beer."&nbsp; He takes another drink with a flourish.&nbsp; <br><br>Nothing more than a casual drinker, Wade is already feeling the warmth of the alcohol flow through his blood.&nbsp; He will need to be careful to not over indulge.&nbsp; He can get quickly out of control and that is not the impression he wants to start out with on this awesome vacation.<br><br>Looking around the kitchen before asking, "Irene mentioned loud music.&nbsp; Do we have a radio that I could put some music on?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 13:07:24</strong>
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				Luke was generally quiet - he'd take a beer from the fridge with everyone else and was doing a lot of looking and listening.&nbsp; He'd just started feeling slightly comfortable talking with Irene when the one-on-one had turned into a crowd.&nbsp; Following his usual patterns, he'd not left, but found what he thought to be a spot where he was 'out of the way' and simply stood, sipped, and watched.<br><br>'At least,' he thought to himself, 'there's others here just as uncomfortable as me.'&nbsp; A glance at the outgoing Wade gave him the feeling that the only other guy there was at least equally nervous - though he clearly knew how not to show it as much.&nbsp; Emiko though, seemed to have it even worse - she looked as if she'd turn herself invisible if that was possible.<br><br>He took a few deep breaths.&nbsp; His brain had given him several things to say, but the conversation had become animated, and he was stuck not knowing if and when it would be OK to talk.&nbsp; Why didn't other people have that problem?&nbsp; Seemed the moment he was ready to open his mouth and chime in on something, there was someone else talking.&nbsp; That was the problem he had with groups - he wasn't assertive, and as such, just couldn't 'put himself out there'.&nbsp; So he sipped, smiled, and tried to keep his eyes from lingering on Irene for too long at a time while in the background, his brain was trying to extract clues to the shape of what was underneath that adorable dress she was wearing...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ladyelizabeth</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 16:11:04</strong>
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				Ashlyn smiled at Wade and then Irene.&nbsp; She tilted her head a bit "Hmm music... you need a distraction from our lovely company?"&nbsp; she grinned impishly.&nbsp; It was a tease and something to break the slight uncomfortable feeling for anyone involved.&nbsp; She kissed Emiko's cheek before moving into the living room and bringing in a portable stereo.&nbsp; The other stereo was way too large for her to move. <br>&nbsp;<br>"If you wish to stay in the kitchen, then this is going to have to do.&nbsp; If not, the living room has a wonderful entertainment system"<br>&nbsp;<br>She smiled and then retrieved a cup of juice for Emiko from the fridge and taking it over to her and offering it to her before she smiled.&nbsp; 'So... Luke was it?&nbsp; How about you?&nbsp; How was your trip here?&nbsp; How are you liking it so far?"&nbsp; she had the patience to know when someone felt a little left out.&nbsp; She had that practice with Emiko. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 22:04:34</strong>
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				Luke swallowed a little more beer, and waited until there was a brief silence.&nbsp; He spoke then, hoping his voice wouldn't sound too shaky when he did...<br><br>"Um... I was thinking... it's so nice out.&nbsp; This kitchen's really nice and all... but maybe it would be more relaxing out on the deck?&nbsp; I think maybe if we all sat down, you know, let the world calm us down a bit?"<br><br>He hoped it came out better than it sounded to him.&nbsp; Based on the conversation, there were a couple people here who didn't know each other, so he wasn't the only odd one out.&nbsp; That made him feel a bit better, though it was still hard dealing with so many unknowns.&nbsp; He glanced around, hoping to gage a few reactions to his idea.&nbsp; This was one of those times, he thought to himself, that he REALLY regretted not investing in mirrored sunglasses - he was having a lot of difficulty keeping his eyes to himself...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 01:30:34</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Irene nodded at both guys having each given a comment to Ashlyn’s question. So far they had a portable radio and a suggestion to retreat to the front porch. At least that’s what she gathered. </span><br>&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“Hey it all sounds great, really. I just think I should be getting my suit cases to the place I’m supposed to be laying my head tonight. I am all for some music out on the porch, drinking, shooting the fat. Or is it chewing the fat? But there is a matter of a room assignment. I’m sure my taste in luggage clashes with the down stairs furniture. It looks like you two put a lot of time and effort into this place before we all rolled in. It would just be a shame for me to come all this way to crash on the living room couch.” She giggled. “It did look so comfy when I was standing there at the door with Luke.”&nbsp; </span><br>&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Irene stood up and walked over to the waste bin to deposit her empty beer bottle into it. Standing by the archway had unconsciously run a hand through her long red tresses. The weather was great and the temperature was rising steadily as the day continued. All she knew now was that she was seriously aware of the heat. It was all good driving and having all the wind she wanted. Now she was in the country and needed to put her hair up. Irene grinned, seeing Ashlyn having the wisdom to wear hers up. Until she can settle in and get use to the heat, her usual hair style will have to take a back seat.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Irene didn't want the first meeting of the minds to be all eyes on her. But she was right to ask where to put her bags. She wanted to freshen up and surely that was easily understood. She just arrived and had been on the road since O' dark hundred this morning driving over 9 hours alone. Her caffeine buzz ended and the one beer was not doing much but relaxing her. She didn't care where she went next...porch, pool, a nature trail walk...as long as she can get either Emiko or Ashlyn to help her out on the porch to put her hair up. She just wanted to relax from the drive.&nbsp; </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ladyelizabeth</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 16:19:32</strong>
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				Ashlyn smiled at Luke and then inclined her head "That is a very good suggestion.&nbsp; The deck will allow for a lot of relaxation and perhaps even fresh air."<br>&nbsp;<br>She then turned towards Irene and chuckled "Leave it to you to remind me of how I am slacking on my hosting duties"&nbsp; she stuck her tongue out at her friend playfully before then chuckling "You won't be sleeping on the couch.&nbsp; Though if you choose to, that is completely up to you.&nbsp; The bedrooms are free for you to choose.&nbsp; I placed a sign on Emiko's and mine so any of the others are perfectly fine for you to have.&nbsp; Please feel free to look around and get the lay of the place.&nbsp; There are 5 bedrooms on the lower floor, and 5 on the top.&nbsp; Each floor has a kitchen area, living area, and entertainment section.&nbsp; The rooms all have their own private baths.&nbsp; I'd take you on a tour but I have a feeling you all would be bored with that.&nbsp; If I'm wrong, please let me know and I'll give you the tour"&nbsp; she smiled<br>&nbsp;<br>"let's meet out on the deck after you guys get set up and settled in" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 16:45:16</strong>
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				Ok... his suggestion about going outside seemed well received, maybe he could be calmer and more relaxed in a bigger and more open setting.&nbsp; Kitchens always seemed rather intimate to him - probably because their design and narrower areas forced people to be closer together.<br><br>He smiled, then stepped forward, hoping he wasn't going too quickly.&nbsp; He&nbsp; moved to pick up Irene's heavier suitcase, then paused before touching it, looking to her for confirmation that it was OK to help, and not exactly knowing whether asking again would be stupid.&nbsp; He hoped she'd think he was waiting politely for her to lead the way, rather than wondering if it was still all right for him to help.&nbsp; Ryan, he knew, probably would have picked up the case in one hand, thrown his arm around her with the other, and said something like "lead the way gorgeous", but he couldn't bring himself to do anything remotely that bold.&nbsp; Instead, he had to hope he didn't look like a moron standing bent over a suitcase for more than a moment...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 18:11:24</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Irene smiled as everyone was in agreement to adjourn out on to the porch. “Thanks Ashlyn I’ll go and pick a room out. Come on now, I would much rather snoop my way about.” She chuckled heading into the entrance hall to get her bags. Seeing Luke bent over looking at her was either stealing her bag or waiting to see if she needed help. Chuckling on her approach nodded her head yes. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“Oh thank you for the help again. I just hope you’re helping me, because the dresses in that bag might not look so well on you if you were trying to steal the bag. Or perhaps you were saving it from a dangerous raccoon? You know I’ll stop teasing you eventually honest I usually move on to other things in a short time.” She snickers while picking up the other two shoulder bags and headed up anxious to get outside for a bit. She walked up the steps knowing her hips spoke for her. But at the moment, her heavy bags were her main priority to unload into a room as quickly as possible.</span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">In the hall upstairs saw the other rooms as described by Ashlyn and pondered if she should look at the other level…looking back at the helpful Luke decided he suffered enough to make it this far with his duffle back and her heavy bag. She walked past a few rooms and the one marked with Emiko’s and Ashlyn’s name and moved further down to a door across the way. Into it she moved quickly and plopped the bags near the nice comfy looking bed. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“Thank you Luke for the help…I’ll see you on the porch I need to freshen up and try to get this long red mane up off my neck. I might need one of the girls to help with that.” She waited for him to plop the bag where ever he felt like it, before doing what she would never do and that was to give a light hug that said she was being friendly and thankful.&nbsp; This was unlike Irene, well she promised Ashlyn she will behave or something along those terms. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Stepping back from Luke smiled, “Don’t get use to me doing that, this was because you helped with the bag.” She grinned. She waited for him to depart before closing her door, leaving him to scout out a room for himself. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 18:22:29</strong>
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				Luke was beet red by the time he left the room Irene had chosen.&nbsp; He knew she was teasing, but it still made him awfully self conscious.&nbsp; He wasn't really sure why he'd fixated on her, but it was likely because she was simply the first person he'd met, and she was being nice to him.&nbsp; He'd put the suitcase on the bed, to make it easier for her to unpack.<br><br>He decided the best thing to do was go back downstairs, and choose one of the rooms there.&nbsp; They were all equally nice, and he selected the one in the corner of the house that was at the end of a hallway.&nbsp; As he unpacked his own things, he realized that - true to form - he'd chosen the room least "in the middle of things".<br><br>He finished quickly, and made his way to the porch.&nbsp; He sighed to himself.&nbsp; Maybe Ryan was right - maybe he did need to have a "shaft removed"...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 22:19:10</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Irene had changed into a long white strapless cotton dress that allowed her freedom of motion. It clung softly to her form reaching to her ankles. A silver butterfly outlined in diamond studs brought a pleated sweep bow knot to center between her breasts. Cleavage was hers to have with her size but she looked presentable as in good taste regardless at all times. This time she wore a simple pair of backless white sandals; to match her outfit. Now only if her hair would be tamed. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“Coming….” She opened the door with one hand in her hair desperately trying to fix it. Her eyes fell on Emiko and grinned. Hi Emiko, come in …oh and excuse me if I try to tame this mane of red. I do not know how you do it. I know I can tolerate heat as long as the AC is running. But this hair is thick and heavy; usually I do not mind it being down but until I get acclimatize it will have to come off the neck. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">I seemed to have brought the smaller white hair clamp of the two I owned.” She giggled. Irene kicked her empty shoulder bag out the chair to let Emiko sit. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“So what brings you up this way…have the plans changed?”</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 01:03:39</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Irene was surprised Emiko volunteered herself to help her with the task of hair styling. She smiled and settled down near her to allow her to help. She wasn’t exactly having an easy time of it herself. Emiko was very shy but attractive and should know this.&nbsp; Luke appeared to be a little shy as well. Wade seemed to mask his well…much like she did in group gatherings. Being shy was who she was a year ago, appealing trait to her but in her field of study she had to be a force to be heard and changed a year ago to be so nicknamed a demoness rather than be ignored in school by arrogant professors who felt she was not note worthy.&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“Come in and thank you Emiko you’re a life saver. I’ll be sure to pester you in the future if I need help again.” She smiled allowing her to do whatever she had to, to get her hair up off her neck as much as possible. Its great length was an issue for some but not so for her it seemed.</span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“You have gentle fingers Emiko that is a plus. I was expecting pulling and tugging as many do trying to help with my hair.” Irene was serious she was surprised at Emiko’s delicate touch. It was strange how it felt so alluring. That was a new feeling having someone play in her hair was appealing but she said nothing of it. In fact it was her first time enjoying anyone in her hair before. She had to distract herself from the pleasant feel and talk on other things. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Irene opened her eyes that slipped closed every now and then. “That shower must have relaxed me well.” She started hearing music outside her window. Judging by how much day light she was receiving, it looked to be the west side of the house. She was excited that she’ll be seeing the sunsets each night. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“Emiko you know, all the time I spent up here getting ready, I had yet to enjoy the view from the window. But there will be time enough for that.” She said. “Once you’re done I’ll follow down after you. I think I need to straighten up the room a bit before heading out. I have no intentions of coming back to a messy room. You and Ashlyn had spent a lot of time preparing these rooms and I am a bit of a slob if you let me be.” She gave a light chuckle.&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 02:47:31</strong>
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				Wade flashes Ashlyn a smile and replies, "Of course not, I guess the music would be the true distraction."&nbsp; &nbsp;Luke's suggestion did sound much better.&nbsp; <br><br>Watching most everyone leave for choosing their rooms.&nbsp; He finished his beer while he watched to see how the room selecting would turn out.&nbsp; Watching Luke grab Irene's bag and walk her upstairs, he really didn't think he had it in him but seeing him return only a short time later.&nbsp; Shaking his head, <em>Man that guy needs to relax and have some fun.</em>&nbsp; Quickly deciding on his room he heads over to where he placed his bags and follows Luke down the hall on the bottom floor.&nbsp; Taking a room across the hall, he doesn't have corner but honestly he has no intentions of hanging out in his room much.&nbsp; Throwing his suitcase onto the bed he quickly puts his clothes in the dresser and begins to check himself in the mirror.&nbsp; Satisfied that everything is in place, he adds a touch of cologne and heads out.&nbsp; Starting to head down the hall, he decides to first check on his neighbor.&nbsp; He gives a light knock on the open door.&nbsp; Hanging on the corner he calls out casually, "Yo! anyone home?"&nbsp; He peeks through the door looking for Luke to reply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 06:01:48</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Irene stood up and looked in the mirror as she smoothed her gown. “Wow that is a good style …one I’ll never be able to imitate. Good job Emiko.” Irene walked over and hugged Emiko for her help and headed toward the bathroom to check the color of her eyes. She hates saying green eyes to folks and they’ve turned blue all of a sudden. “Still Green, I’m good. Are you ready to go outside?” </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">She had no idea who was outside yet and was just glad to hear from Emiko she can be a slob this vacation. But she picked up still and set the room right before standing at the door waiting for her to follow out the room. “I’ll be a slob later, to night stay neat I say as you never know.”</span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">She wore dark under wear with lace without a slip, but the material was not that thin that light would silhouette her figure beneath it. No one was going to have a full on view so she was good to be in sun or shade. “Emiko, tell me is there a pool or hot tub here; perhaps both?” </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ladyelizabeth</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 12:33:48</strong>
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				Ashlyn nodded as Emiko volunteered to help Irene.&nbsp; She had always wanted the two of them to be closer.&nbsp; She shook her head slightly and then smiled at Wade as he offered her one and spoke.&nbsp; The distraction wasn't everything. <br>&nbsp;<br>She took the small stereo and her own drink and carried it out onto the back porch.&nbsp; She didn't need to freshen up and knew that being outside would help calm some of the nerves over the people that were indeed here.&nbsp; She was happy to see all of them, but had yet to figure out how to help them or even start to mention the topic that would be brought up later in the week. <br>&nbsp;<br>She started the music low and then sat on one of the rockers before looking out over the scenery.&nbsp; The guys were handsome, the girls wonderful.&nbsp; It was turning out to be quite the time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 21:31:16</strong>
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				Wade would find Luke's room empty... he'd put what he had in the duffel bag into a few drawers and had quietly made his way out to the patio, where he was standing by the railing looking out over the tops of the trees to the mountains in the distance.<br><br>The air was warm, but not oppressive.&nbsp; At this altitude, there was a nice breeze that played into the treetops.&nbsp; He took a long deep breath.&nbsp; The air was clean and sweet smelling - a far cry from the urban scents he was used to.&nbsp; He'd always found the woods to be calming - that was probably the reason he'd finally agreed to come here.&nbsp; At least, he could relieve some tension by letting nature work on his psyche.<br><br>The others had begun making their way from their rooms back to the kitchen, but he was the only one actually outside yet.&nbsp; There probably wouldn't be much "alone time" here, with all the others.&nbsp; He knew that's what it was about, but still - he'd relish what little time he had.&nbsp; Maybe he'd make a point of coming out early every morning before the others were awake...&nbsp; There was something very pleasant about the wilderness at predawn and dawn.<br><br>He thought about the others a bit... Emiko was like a frightened little mouse, and she made HIM look bold.&nbsp; There was something genuine about her, though he wasn't entirely certain she'd let much out from behind her wall of shyness.&nbsp; Ashlyn. seemed the most confident of the group - she seemed to know where she was headed, and had a sense of control about herself.&nbsp; Wade was harder to read - he seemed to be outgoing, but he thought he might be compensating for his own uncertainty amongst new company - he'd certainly moved quickly for the beer, that was for sure.<br><br>Maybe, he thought, what he really needed was something stronger than beer - it irritated him then, that he hadn't thought to bring anything with him as a thank-you gift, or some such thing.&nbsp; He'd have to apologize to Ashlyn when he had a moment alone with her.&nbsp; He wondered if there wasn't a bottle of vodka somewhere...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 02:58:38</strong>
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				"Helllooooo"&nbsp; again no reply.&nbsp; With a shrug of his shoulders he begins to head out to patio.&nbsp; Reaching the kitchen he takes a detour through the expansive living area.&nbsp; Running his hand over the couch as he walks by admiring each of the pictures that hang on the wall.&nbsp; Not much on one to appreciate art, he did enjoy these.&nbsp; Enjoying the quiet for the moment and a chance to shake his butterflies.&nbsp; The beer had helped but not enough.&nbsp; Looking over the pool table, he hopes to get some playing in.&nbsp; Pool is something he was always decent at and really enjoyed it.<br><br>Wasting enough time he grabs a beer before heading to the patio.&nbsp; Catching Luke staring out into the wilderness he takes a seat on a comfortable looking chair and opens his beer with a silent twist of the top.&nbsp; The music Ashlyn has started was just right for creating a so very relaxing moment.&nbsp; Propping his feat up he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.&nbsp; Cracking his eyes he breaks the quiet, "So Luke, I am not sure what to expect out of this week.&nbsp; What do you think?"&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 06:16:57</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Irene smiled as she moved to exit her room, allowing Emiko to step out into the hall first so she could close the door. “Let’s go past the kitchen to get a beer, or what beverage you will like to have. So, If you think there is both a pool and hot tub but are just not sure if they are joined then yeah, I’ll ask Ashlyn to confirm the configuration of them being&nbsp; &nbsp;separate components; or connected. Either way girl …I am all for water fun.” </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Reaching the kitchen opened the refrigerator for a beer. She saw a lot of fruit and wondered if Ashlyn will be making daiquiris. They can be made into virgins for the non drinkers as well. Her feet carried her out to the back porch where everyone had already gathered. Her beer was opened inside so she had to only walk over to a chair and plop down. Her long slender legs were then tucked up under her. If she had a lady’s cigarette holder with a lit cigarette in her free hand she would have looked more like she belonged to the classical movie “Gone With The Wind”. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Luckily she was no southern bell and would never fit into high society. “Oh wow this is the life. Ashlyn I have a question, Emiko was answering my question upstairs about a pool and hot tub…care to shed any light on the topic. She said yes to having them; but was not certain if they were joined or a part?”</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 16:24:44</strong>
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				Luke turned towards Wade.&nbsp; "Gotta be honest, I have absolutely no clue.&nbsp; I think my brother-in-law does, but he didn't share much with me, other than he was sure I'd enjoy myself...&nbsp; And I think he's right.&nbsp; Kinda hard at first because I don't know anyone.&nbsp; Hope you don't take offense with me being a little quiet - just don't know exactly what to say since I don't know anything about all you guys..."<br><br>He took another drought of his own beer, and found the bottom of the can.<br><br>"I'm looking forward to getting to know everyone though... and it's really <em>really</em> nice here.&nbsp; Feels so wide open compared to what I'm used to.&nbsp; I'm kind of a city guy - Seattle.&nbsp; How about yourself?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ladyelizabeth</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 17:06:27</strong>
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				Ashlyn leaned against the door frame watching the others settle in.&nbsp; She had heard the discussion between Luke and Wade and decided that she just would wait.&nbsp; She smiled as Irene and Emiko joined the group. <br>&nbsp;<br>As Irene spoke she then smiled taking another drink. "Well we do have both.&nbsp; The jacuzzi is downstairs and covered.&nbsp; You can feel free to use it, just remember to cover it back up.&nbsp; It stands alone.&nbsp; The pool is downstairs and to the left.&nbsp; Its ready to use and we have a pool cleaner that will be coming out mid-week to clean it again"<br>&nbsp;<br>She smiled a bit before tilting her head to the side "We are still expecting a few people.&nbsp; I know that you guys don't all know each other.&nbsp; It's very disconcerting sometimes to go into that situation.&nbsp; I hope that you will all come to know each other and perhaps make new friendships that will last a lifetime." <br>&nbsp;<br>She cleared her throat and then moved out sitting on the side of the table with her feet in the chair in front of her. She didn't want to bother the conversation with Luke and Wade knowing it was the most that had been spoken in a while.&nbsp; She enjoyed the view and wondered what other questions would be brought up. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 19:48:58</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“Sounds good Ashlyn I’ll take advantage of the facilities tomorrow if the weather holds.” </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Before she came out to join the group with Emiko she heard the voices of Wade and Luke chatting. That was a good thing since it was the first day. So far Emiko showed she was not without courage by coming to her aid with her hair. She figured she would have to go down to the porch to ask the girls for help with her hair. She wouldn’t have minded having her hair done around the guys. She wasn’t one to be modest over needing assistance. Hell she would have asked a guy if he could do hair. But somehow that was not a talent she surmised either Wade or Luke would possess.&nbsp; </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">A tiny smile curled the corners of her lips thinking of them playing in her hair. She wanted to giggle but didn’t want to share the joke. She tipped the last of her beer a few swallows and placed the empty bottle near her to take in once she was ready to depart the porch. The music was soothing and relaxing as she let go of the tensions in her body from the hustle and bustle of the city life. Plus she made the Dean’s list again securing her place to dress as she wanted to on campus. She just had to be rebellious hating the Dean of science any way making him grumble each time she made his precious list. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">The birds near in the trees singing broke her from the hold of her thoughts. Irene looked at the beauty that surrounded the house to remind her, she was not in school and was there to enjoy herself; not plot her next attack. She took in a deep breath to regain that feeling of tranquility again. Her eyes closed only to concentrate on relaxing. She was quite aware of her surroundings and could still respond to any thing when addressed or felt like adding her voice to a topic of conversation. </span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 03:23:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Wade smiles as Luke talks of not knowing anyone.&nbsp; It strikes him that he doesn’t either but he deals with the unknown differently.&nbsp; Projecting a façade to hide just how nervous he really is.&nbsp; “All cool man, no offense.&nbsp; I can completely understand.&nbsp; It will come….talking that is.”&nbsp; Taking a sip of beer he talks about his own invite, “That is a bit odd, my friend gave me an invite but really didn’t tell me much.”&nbsp; With a shrug Wade becomes quickly distracted and turns to watch the ladies arrive before coming back to the conversation, “I have been in a few places recently, Denver,&nbsp; Vegas and most recently Redmond. I could say following the jobs, but unless you count working a few dead end jobs. It was more just looking for the place that fit.”&nbsp; &nbsp;His eyes linger over the other guests, trying to figure them out.&nbsp; He was not as intuitive as others when it came to reading people.&nbsp; <br><br>Hearing Ashlyn’s announcement about the jacuzzi and other guests would yet be arriving his smile grows even larger and raises toasts to Luke, “Here is to the unknown and all the excitement it brings.”&nbsp; &nbsp;His gaze lingers back to Ashlyn before quickly standing.&nbsp; Giving Luke a playful slap on the arm, "Going to get another beer, want one?"&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 19:51:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luke raised his own and nodded in agreement with the toast, then answered "No.. no thanks.&nbsp; If I drink too much more right now, I'll start getting stupid."<br><br>As wade moved back inside towards the refrigerator, Luke's eyes drifted over to the women and he was quiet again.&nbsp; He thought about asking everyone where they were from, but that sounded entirely too cliche'.&nbsp; In stead, he just commented on how relaxing the woods were, and how he was looking forwarded to learning more about everyone.&nbsp; He hoped that Irene didn't notice his eyes lingering on her a bit longer than the others - her hair, now up, looked lovely, but he was remembering how amazingly attractive it was when it was down.&nbsp; He had a thing for long hair.<br><br>He was sure that the conversations would become a bit less stilted over time - everyone just needed a bit of time to let the stress of <em>getting</em> here overtake the stress of <em>being</em> here.&nbsp; Once that happened, things would fall into place...&nbsp; Maybe... once the sun went down too... things would begin feeling more relaxed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 22:12:17</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Irene heard Wade was returning to the kitchen for another beer but only offered Luke a fresh one. She chuckled bending down to pick up her empty bottle and stood up slipping her sandals back on. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“Girls would anyone like something more to drink or eat? I’m heading in, to toss this into the rubbish. I would offer you something Luke, but I heard you already turned down Wade’s offer for a drink.” She chuckled. “But I could offer you a little something to eat…a piece of fruit perhaps?” She giggled lightly, not really waiting for an answer she slowly walked past him heading back toward the door way. For some reason she felt at ease to tease Luke a little not meaning anything by it…her way of warming up to someone she guessed.&nbsp; </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“Um, will you and Emiko need help with dinner?” She almost couldn’t believe she was asking the question. She, who has lived on dehydrated noodles and pizza all semester, would never have been pegged as being a cook in this life time. But everything she’s ever learned about cooking was from her Mother in Ireland and her Aunt in Chicago. </span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 04:22:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Irene fell silent as Emiko made it clear she was the cook. Irene’s eyes cut to Ashlyn, “I should have known you weren’t going to be cooking.” She chuckled. “I better go in and make nice with the cook.” She poked Ashlyn and headed inside to get rid of her beer bottle. Tossing the bottle into the bin marked glass recycling noticed Wade getting his beer. Poking her head over his shoulder wanted to get a bottle of water and a few bananas. She raised a brow at him just before backing away from the refrigerator and smiled. They will have all of today and the week to talk, but she had to talk to Emiko before returning to the porch. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“Hey Emiko, I offered to cook, it doesn’t matter if I’m a guest or not, it’s out of respect to the fact today is more the relaxing day.&nbsp; Whatever happens in the coming days will be ok. I’m just passing today away in any activity available.&nbsp; In all fairness I haven’t exactly been able to cook in a year…eating Ramen noodles and pizza has become a cuisine I have grown accustomed to. I don’t mind helping or following instruction. Really, just call me when you’re ready to start. I never meant for my inquiring to trigger you prepping for it now.” Irene started peeling one of the two bananas she had. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">&nbsp; “ Hey it’s just something to do besides me pushing buttons on a microwave, or speed dialing for the pizza delivery guy. It’s even a good thing, considering you happened to volunteer to help me with my hair. Let’s call it my way of helping you ….at least for today.” Irene smiled really genuine in her interest to help. </span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 08:21:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Passing Irene on the way out with his beer he quickly realizes he failed to offer to get anyone else one.&nbsp; He apologizes to Irene as he passes her, "Oh I am sorry.&nbsp; What a jerk I was.&nbsp; If you ever need anything just yell at me, please."&nbsp; &nbsp;He flashes a smile as he heads back out to the patio.&nbsp; He would have offered to cook, but his skills in that area involve grilled cheese and soups from a can.&nbsp; Anything else he touches seems to burn.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking a seat he decides slowing down a bit and not trying to fit in with everyone so fast.&nbsp; With that in mind he slowly begins to relax looking out over the tree tops.&nbsp; Closing his eye briefly he can feel the stress from the last several months fade away.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ladyelizabeth</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 16:24:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashlyn stuck her tongue out at Irene as she made her parting remark "If you'd like to eat take out, then I'll cook"&nbsp; she wasn't known for her cooking abilities though she had been learning from Emiko. <br>&nbsp;<br>She smiled and shook her head a bit before she looked at the two guys.&nbsp; "Okay so I know why you are here, but I'm not quite sure what you are hoping to accomplish while your here.&nbsp; I know you are wanting a vacation but I'm sure there are things you want to do while you are here"<br>&nbsp;<br>She smiled and then inclined her head waiting for their answers. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta Echo</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 20:06:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Late in the evening, another pair of headlights came up the driveway torwards the house, the driver of the sleek black car (http://www.kammes.com/pictures/Pictures/Rons%201987%20El%20Camino%20SS.jpg) carefully parking before getting out, closing the door gently and setting the alarm before walking torwards the house.<br><br>Wearing a maroon T-shirt and jeans, with well-worn work shoes crunching on the gravel and leaves, Brian considered the vacation house curiously, rubbing his chin before walking up to the porch, and waving at the folks sitting there. "Sorry I'm late, got tied up in traffic on the interestate, there was a pretty bad wreck. I hope I'm not too late to join y'all?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 00:42:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking towards Ashlyn, a devilish smile crosses his face.&nbsp; If there was one question he would likely not want to answer, then that one was it.&nbsp; With his smile still on his face, "Just relax.&nbsp; Whatever happens, will happen. "&nbsp; Before he could continue he hears the car pull up into the driveway.&nbsp; With a wink, "I see you have another guest."&nbsp; Watching him get out of his car compared to himself the guy was tall.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Greeting the new arrival with&nbsp; a warm smile, "I doubt it is ever too late, I'm Wade. Nice to meet you. If you will excuse me"&nbsp; Heading back into the kitchen to throw his bottles away and get some much needed water.&nbsp; Beer is great, but the body cannot live on beer alone unfortunately.&nbsp; Seeing Irene and Emiko working on dinner he casually offers to help, "Is there anything I can help with? I can't cook all but I can do anything else you might need."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta Echo</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 00:54:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm Brian. Noce to meet you too, Wade." Brian nods and smiles, a little shyly but genuinely, as he climbs up onto the porch and considers the area. <em>This place looks nice. And it's really secluded, too, probably lots of critters in the woods at night.</em><br><br>Deciding to take a seat in one of the chairs on the porch, he does so, smiling at the others present. "I'm glad I took the invitation to come here now. This seems like a really nice place to spend a few days."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 01:59:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Irene was just glad to be helping where ever needed and took a deep drink of her water before getting started. Watching Emiko gather the things needed and the pan smiled as she went to wash her hands. The shy dark haired beauty had a tiny spark but nothing Irene couldn’t handle or understand that kind of tension. Once she dried her hands looked over at a door that led to god knows where, she was just grateful there were aprons at all to wear. Tugging down a full front covering apron tied it behind her happy to have it over her white dress. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“I hear and obey.” She teased Emiko to break any tension she had. “Don’t worry so much Emiko…I think you will do fine with the guests.” Irene looked over her shoulder after dumping the meat into the skillet and hearing the cold meat mildly sizzle. “Hey Wade glad to know you want to help, ask the captain of the kitchen.” She pointed toward Emiko before attending to the meat adding the few seasonings to it that she had out. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">The sound of another vehicle with much power pulled up she could hear and was glad that another has arrived. She chuckled knowing that the only two they will greet first will be Luke and Ashlyn since Wade ran in the kitchen offering to help.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ladyelizabeth</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 01:03:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashlyn smiled and then chuckled softly "Well when I am often wrong?&nbsp; Its good to see you.&nbsp; I'm very glad that you are joining us"&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>She crossed her legs as she settled herself a bit more.&nbsp; "Would you like something to drink? Emiko is inside fixing dinner with another of guests.&nbsp; I can get it for you if you'd like"&nbsp; She was careful to peer at him but not stare.&nbsp; He was always handsome and he had made a grand entrance. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 02:17:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Somehow, everyone had moved from the porch back to the kitchen.&nbsp; Too many cooks spoiled the pot though, so Luke hesitated to volunteer, but he did wander in to stand in the open doorway between the kitchen and the porch.<br><br>He smiled a bit, then offered his help, "Um... looks like you've got enough cooks stirring the pot.&nbsp; I promise not to ruin dinner with my 'help' if you promise to let me help clean up after?"<br><br>It was a that point, that he heard the noise in the driveway.&nbsp; He sighed to himself... just when he was starting to get used to the people around him, there was another random personality tossed into the mix.&nbsp; 'this is the point' he told himself.&nbsp; 'adjust, try not to clam-up, and get used to being in a crowd.'&nbsp; So when Brian came in and introduced himself, he smiled, nodded, and introduced himself. "Hey.... Luke."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 02:35:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Emeric pulled up in his latest baby (http://www.ic.sunysb.edu/Stu/mmagistr/me.jpg). Cutting the engine after putting the car in neutral and setting the parking brake, he stepped out of the car and stretched his muscular upper body as he looked around the place. The remote location was certain to make the idea Ashlyn had feasible without having the neighbors calling the cops on them at every turn. Pulling his jacket on, he closed the door and locked it before going around to the back of the car and opening the trunk to pull out two bags. One with clothing and the other with the equipment he believed he might need for play. A lot of it had been on a list Ashlyn had wanted him to bring and others had been ideas he'd figured they might need to fill out the list of things Ashlyn had sent him via e-mail.<br><br>Sighing, he pulled out the cover for his car and set it on the roof of his car before closing the trunk and grabbing the two huge barrack's bags and carried them up the steps to the front door. Setting them down, he rang the doorbell a couple times before opening the door and popping his head in to call out, “Ashlyn, babe, you here?”<br><br>He'd seen the activity in the house so he figured she would be here. He just wasn't sure what to do with the equipment and toys until the games started. She'd warned him that he might find himself outside of his comfort zone or in a position that he might ordinarily rebel against. But he'd always liked Ashlyn, truth be told he'd considered asking her out.<br><br>So he considered the opportunity to spend time with her in a more intimate way something that far outweighed the slights. Of course, being with Emiko was definitely a positive. Ashlyn had told him that she'd cooked up a large part of the list of toys.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ladyelizabeth</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 07:07:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashlyn smiled as she saw Emmeric drive up and then as he yelled her name she got up placing her beer on the table and then moved over to the end of the patio facing the drive way.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>"Up here!"&nbsp; she then giggled slightly before finishing her louder statement&nbsp; "Go on in through that door, we are all upstairs.&nbsp; Pick a room, you should feel right at home"&nbsp; she hoped he kept what he had brought a secret.&nbsp; it would be a shame if he didn't.&nbsp; She didn't want to scare to many of the others away with their "secret".<br>&nbsp;<br>She turned back to Brian and smiled.&nbsp; "Okay, now anything to drink?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 20:56:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Irene kept her mind busy singing a song inwardly to herself, over and over again as it was a short song. She would have usually sung it out loud when she was cooking anything. It was her mother’s pretty little melody but she dared to borrow it. No way was she going to hum it to draw attention to her. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Another voice brought her from her thoughts, hearing Luke’s voice asking to help. She realized she had been preoccupied waiting for the new guest to arrive at some point to introduce his or her self to the gang. But before that she distinctly heard another vehicle and grinned about just how many people had Ashlyn invited. Well until the other guest to make themselves known to the rest of them, she continued with the task at hand. Over the space of a few heart beats she had seasoned the meat a little more and pushed it around the pan preventing any of it from over cooking or burning; watching the pink of the meat slowly disappearing. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">She grinned, hearing him repeating a phrase of too many cooks in the pot can spoil the meal. Irene shook her head, but Luke only offered to clean up. That was good; as she was not into the aftermath of cooking. Emiko gave her a little praise over her doing a good job and accepted it for what it was. “Thank you Emiko, it’s nice to be appreciated for the hard work.” She was being dramatic when she held the back of her hand over her brow. She looked quite dramatic doing so achieving the effect she desired.&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">She was just trying to goof around it was only the first day and felt she pretty much eased into knowing everyone so far. It mattered little a few more showed up, as she will eventually get to know them as well. But for now she looked at Wade attending to the garlic bread. “Hey, no skimping on the butter you.” She teased him as he tried to work as professionally as he could on the task. </span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta Echo</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 23:03:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding in greeting to Luke, Brian was about to answer Ashlyn's question when the souped-up Cobra arrived, and for a moment he found himself distracted admiring the classic (if hot-rodded) muscle-car, his expression clearly indicating that he intended to challenge its driver to a friendly competition with his own stealth-rod at some point on the local roads.<br><br>Snapping out of it, he waved at the newcomer, then turned back to Ashlyn with a smile. "Well, if you don't mind, I wouldn't say no to a White Russian."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 03:06:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Emeric nodded to himself as he carried his bags upstairs and into the hall with the various bedrooms. He'd been here once before when Ashlyn had inherited the place but not really since. He knew the general layout but that was more than enough. Finding an empty room he deposited the bags on the bed before hurrying outside to take the cover cloth and draping it carefully over the car before snugging it with the bungee cords inside the cover.<br><br>Coming inside, he hurried upstairs to the patio, grabbing a beer from the cooler as he reached the top of the stairs. Spotting Ashlyn, he walked over and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. It was a chaste kiss and not even remotely promiscuous though he wished it were.<br><br>“I brought everything you asked me too and then a few more items. There's more in the trunk if we need it.” said Emeric trying to keep things as neutral as he could. He wasn't sure how well informed everyone else was and he didn't want to ruin his friend's party if she hadn't. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 06:30:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Wade quickly washed and stood over Emiko's diminutive shoulder to take a look at the meat his eyes follow her wave to the Italian bread.&nbsp; Taking the offered cookie sheet he sets about trying to not destroy the bread.&nbsp; With a rather large knife he cuts the bread in half length ways.&nbsp; Half-way through his delicate operation he sees the biggest guy he ever say, looking around to see if anyone else takes notice shrugging he sets back to finish the bread.&nbsp; He would introduce himself later.&nbsp; &nbsp;Setting the bread on the cookie sheet, he pulls the butter from the refrigerator and garlic from the pantry. <br><br>Taking Irene's suggestion he spreads the butter liberally across the bread.&nbsp; He looks at the bread like it was some work of art to be admired.&nbsp; Satisfied that he is not going to destroy the bread he grabs the garlic powder.&nbsp; Looking the bottle over with a with a lost look in his eyes he finally asks,&nbsp; "So how much of this stuff am I to use?"&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 04:49:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Irene giggled at Emiko’s carefree response. She finished up the meat to add into the sauce, setting the pan off to the side. The apron was still good as new having handled herself well around frying meat. She wanted to relax with another beer, so she casually roamed over toward the refrigerator; passing everyone smiling on her way over. Once she snagged one of six bottles left, she noticed that there were a few bottles of red wine in the door and grinned. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“I’m done with the stove so you can…when ready to insert the bread Wade.” She smiled keeping a pleasant atmosphere. “Well, I’m finished with helping.” Irene plopping into a seat at the table cracking open her beer, pondering how many actual new guest arrived. But for now she was rather enjoying the cozy atmosphere of the kitchen. Secretly it reminded her of the days she was being taught how to cook back home. But she was no homemaker by far and wouldn’t be feeling the adventure of being an Archeologist. She was due for field work as a student next year and couldn’t wait to go on some far off dig. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">But of course for now she reopened the possibilities of the reasons she was there. Ashlyn had something up her sleeves and that was for a lack of a better word frightening. “I’ll go set the table…I suppose eventually I’ll glimpse the new arrivals at some point to have a perfect head count.” She grinned. Getting up she also picked up her bottle of beer to take with her. Looking over the kitchen’s layout tried to guess in which cabinet the plates and glasses were. The house was grand and had a great kitchen to match with a lot of cupboard space.</span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“Hmm, ok Emiko which cabinet do I go into for plates and glasses?”</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 10:22:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finishing up with the prepping the garlic bread, he looks up to hear Irene mention she had finished with the oven.&nbsp; Sliding in next to Emiko at the oven, Wade sets the garlic bread in the oven and adjusting the temperature to what seems right he steps back to wait for the bread to brown.&nbsp; While waiting he looks over his shoulder to see Irene comfortably seated at the table for only a moment before getting up again.&nbsp; Turning back around with a silent smile on his lips he watches as the bread slowly begins to turn a light brown.&nbsp; <br><br>Noting the bread has finished he pulls the bread from the oven with a simple towel.&nbsp; Not thinking at how hot the cookie sheet really his his fingers quickly become burned through the thin towel.&nbsp; &nbsp;Moving quickly he places the cookie sheet on the counter.&nbsp; Silently cursing himself he moves to the sink to run some cold water over his heated fingers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ladyelizabeth</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 05:01:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashlyn smiled at Luke and then nodded.&nbsp; "Of course"&nbsp; She was just about to go get his drink and Emmeric showed up and kissed her on the cheek.&nbsp; "Wonderful."&nbsp; she tilted her head.&nbsp; "Emmeric this is Luke... Luke...this is Emmeric.&nbsp; I'll be right back..."<br>&nbsp;<br>She headed inside and then chuckled as she watched those inside putting together.&nbsp; The joke "how many chef's" came to mind but she only shook her head slightly and made the white russian at the bar in the corner before waving to them all.&nbsp; "So glad to know dinner is covered"&nbsp; She missed Wade burning his fingers as she had just stepped back out on the back porch and offered the drink to Luke before looking down at Emmeric. <br>&nbsp;<br>'I'd offer to get you something to drink but you already have one and know right where to get it if you don't"&nbsp; she stuck her tongue out at him playfully.&nbsp; "Still treating your car as your tiny baby I see?"&nbsp; she looked over the edge of the porch and tsked.&nbsp; She looked back at Luke.&nbsp; "I think it's called anal, isn't it?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 05:53:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Emeric chuckled and said, “Um, no, that's the new one. The stingray is my baby. I don't take it out unless I need too. And as for drinks are concerned... well the particular juice I'd like to sample isn't available right now. So I figured I'd settle for a beer instead. Though once I'm done, I think I'll enjoy the scene as you layout the particulars of this party. Because you told me a little, but havent' really told me enough to give a clear picture.”<br><br>Coming up behind her, he grinned as he palmed her backside, “Anal huh? Didn't think that was your kind of thing.”<br><br>He'd liked Ashlyn for a long time now, and had always been unsure about how to handle her. She'd always gotten his motor running in a way that he didn't think a woman could do for him. Maybe it was the fact that he didn't think he could have her, even though he really did want her. Badly even.<br><br>Stepping back, he decided he should play nice unless she wanted to pursue his advances any further. A nice roll in the sheets with her before the party got started would be fun, for sure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 11:54:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Irene had listened to Emiko tell where the dishes were and grinned. Looking back again saw Emiko heading toward the cabinet to help get the dishes down. The china was elegant yet bold. She couldn’t begin to guess if Ashlyn brought them or they were left to her. But, either way the pattern was very tasteful, kudos to the purchaser. Grinning at Emiko, Irene headed out with the plates, but got only as far as the door way seeing Ashlyn moving on from the bar area who waved and&nbsp; was off with a drink in her hand. Shaking her head, she could only imagine who showed up. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Still she set the table with the number she knew had arrived assuming only one guest per vehicle had showed up. She’ll do a head count seeking only those she had not accounted for. Returning to the kitchen heard water running and then Emiko’s voice saying something about mustard. With the bread out of the oven it was evident someone got burned. Looking at the pain Wade was in, she wasn’t going to make light of this mishap. “I hope you will ok Wade? I see you are in good hands.” </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">After observing Emiko attending Wade, Irene finished setting the table admiring the flatware, and glass. After she removed a four stick candle holder and placed as a center piece went out to the porch still hearing the music. There she found the two new guest and of course Ashlyn and Luke. “Well hello all glad to see new faces about. She moved in near Luke. “Luke since it took three of us to cook, I will help with the clean up too. I think I owe you as I did Emiko…you did carry my bags and for that I am grateful.” She smiled playfully as she said it. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“But I merely had to guess the number of new arrivals&nbsp; while I set the table. We heard two cars pulling up, so apparently I was right in assuming only two more.” She eyed each of them and realized she hadn’t even introduced herself. “I am one of three cooks for today’s meal; although I will not be making it a habit. I am Irene, and you all are?”</span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> Irene just wanted to get the initial ice breaker over with and was glad to do so before dinner. She loved spaghetti and wanted to enjoy the meal not feel insecure or bothered about when and if she meets up with the other two guys. Callous she wasn’t, but into certain foods she was. Her back side leaned against the railing not expecting either to just jump up or say who they were just because she asked. She wasn’t in any hurry and waited to see if either would open up and who would be first to say their name. She grinned at Luke who looked content and a little more at ease now.&nbsp; </span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 16:12:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luke smiled to Irene when she mentioned the bags.&nbsp; "No... it was my pleasure, really.&nbsp; I wanted to."<br><br>He moved then, from the rail where he was standing back into the house proper.&nbsp; The "dinner team" seemed to have things just about ready, and he began helping to move food from the kitchen to the table.&nbsp; He opened the refrigerator and found a pitcher of iced tea, which he put out.&nbsp; His brain was flipping in a few different directions, and was now additionally occupied with trying to figure out exactly what mustard had going for it in the burn department...<br><br>He turned then, towards Ashlyn and Emiko, "Do we have a bottle of wine for the table, I don't know about everyone else, but that might be... relaxing.&nbsp; I have to apologize, with the flights and all, they don't let you carry liquids - I meant to pick up a bottle or two before I left the airport but I was a little distracted and I forgot."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta Echo</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 17:00:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brian accepts the White Russian from Ashlyn with a smile and a nod of gratitude, taking a sip. "Hm, this is very good. Thank you..."<br>He trails off as he notes the exchange she and Emeric are having, eyebrow raising slightly, and a hint of color coming to his cheeks, before chuckling and looking away as Irene arrives on the porch.<br><br>"Well, it seems you guessed correct, so far, anyway. It's a pleaure to meet you, Irene," he says with a warm smile. "I'm Brian. What is for dinner tonight, if I may ask? It smells like Italian, and delicious."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 09:23:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Seeing Luke head back in assumed, he went to help with whatever was left. His modesty was who he was she gathered and left it as is. She will find a way to repay him she was sure of it. Irene smiled after him as he disappeared into the house. Her eyes moved Turning her attentions to the cute hazel eye guy seated before her; introducing himself as Brian. But before she could respond he had also inquired about dinner, guessing something Italian. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">She grinned, “We are having spaghetti and I do intend to eat my share…I’m not afraid to pig out in front of any of you.” She laughed.&nbsp; “Emiko your other Host has been excellent in delegating us volunteers. She will be the one to thank this evening. I’ll be the one with as much sauce on my face as I can get.” She chuckled.</span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">She took a mental note he was enjoying a white Russian, her third favorite drink. “Well I will go change into something darker since white would not be a good idea for tonight’s dinner. Well I’ll see you all at dinner.” She wasn’t one to dilly dally if she could help it. She had to wash up and change clothing since dinner was just about on the table as far as she knew last stepping from the kitchen. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Ashlyn had that just relaxed look upon her face and as she listened to the short salutations of her guest greeting one another. If Irene didn’t know any better that was the same look she has when she’s brewing up trouble. Nodding her head toward the other cute guest with brown eyes didn’t have time to wait for him to introduce himself seeing he appeared to be preoccupied. Shooting past Ashlyn she ran inside right upstairs to get ready for dinner. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 14:01:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cheeks flush with embarrassment and arousal, Wade murmurs, "Thank you".&nbsp; He returns her smile as he finishes cleaning the mustard from his hand.&nbsp; The pain from the burn definitely has subsided but the smell was atrocious.&nbsp; &nbsp;Turning as Emiko calls the others to dinner, Wade quickly finishes the cooling bread and steps to the side so others can begin getting their meal.&nbsp; Hoping that no other saw his little accident he grabs a drink and sinks into a corner to recoup.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta Echo</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 04:46:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Trust me, I can eat spaghetti with the best of them." Brian laughs cheerfully, taking a sip of his drink as Irene heads upstairs, and watching her go with a small smile on his face...<br><br>Hearing the call for dinner, he returns to the real world from a brief daydream, shaking his head and chuckling as he heads to the table.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 13:32:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Irene pulled her dress off half way up the stairs. Of course she assumed everyone was downstairs, or on the porch so it was ok to expose herself in her haste to be on time for dinner. It made her chuckle a little hearing the last words of Brian, saying he can eat with the best of them as well, when it came to spaghetti. Reaching her door, she placed the dress over a chair near her and rushed to get dressed after hearing Emiko calling everyone to the table. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Grabbing from the draw her half black t-shirt, tried pulling it over her swept up hair. Once it was on, she looked to see that she wore her diamond naval ring and grinned. The diamond hid her naval under its luster and glint very well. It looked as if she were born with it there. Shrugging that she exposed herself on the first night, felt spaghetti was worth it since she was going swimming tomorrow. "There was no point being modest now." She said to her self. At least her Celtic tattoo along her lower back at the bikini line, still remained hidden under the tight black jeans she scooted into in record time. Slipping on the white sandals hadn’t time to worry about matching foot wear, she was only getting ready to eat not go on a date.&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">But it was her choice to undo her hair and let it hang to the mid position of her back. Racing down the steps hurried into the dining room. Now, the decision of where to sit was easy enough, looking at the table quickly decided to take up a corner seat near one of the head chairs at the table. Who ever sat to the right of her or in the head seat would be unknown until everyone seated him or herself. Brian had been in the dining room but as far as she saw he was deciding on a spot for himself. It was odd that no matter where she sat there were four men and only three women. The boy, girl, boy, girl count was out the question. Three people will end up on one side unless Emiko or Ashlyn ops to sit along the side as well. Not her concern as much as her apatite was screaming to get started. A little jog in the early morning should help for the pending pasta over load she will surely enjoy tonight. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">The wine was close to her end, so Irene latched on to it quickly, pouring a fairly large goblet full. She was not going to allow a few months to slow her from drinking, since soon enough she will be 21. For now she wasn’t planning on driving or worse, was stranded at some off campus night club. Patiently she waited for the others to mull about until they seated themselves where ever they liked. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“Ok my patients grows thin folks, let’s start the meal all ready!” </span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">She giggled, hoping that will burn a fire under the slow pokes. She warned everyone she loved pasta and to that she holds true too. Her green eyes slowly drift to a darker blue as she tries to remain semi patient. </span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 19:49:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When Luke arrived at the table, he had to swallow hard.&nbsp; Irene had sat first, and though she was seated, the short t-shirt she'd changed into was drawing his eye.&nbsp; He hesitated...&nbsp; He wanted to sit near her, but didn't want to be to obvious about it.<br><br>Turning towards the kitchen, he picked up a couple of items and helped carry food to the table, the wine bottle catching his eye immediately.&nbsp; He'd relaxed quite a bit, but his social anxiety was coming back.&nbsp; The smell of the home-cooked meal was a good distraction though, and he breathed it in heavily.<br><br>He tried to figure out why it was he'd fixated on Irene the way he did - it was something about her hair, complexion, and body type that was drawing him in.&nbsp; She reminded him of someone he'd spent a lot of time with a few years ago, and he crossed his fingers and hoped the resemblance stopped at physical.&nbsp; It was that thought that helped him make his seating choice - he chose a seat near, but not directly next to her, leaving a chair in-between.&nbsp; He smiled, and reached out in her direction, "Would you mind passing me some of that therapy-in-a-bottle?", he grinned, gesturing towards the wine...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 03:25:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Irene grinned over at Luke who resolved his dilemma of where to sit for dinner. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Hearing that Luke called the wine, therapy in a bottle, only made her chuckle, “Sure I can pass it over to you.” Her fingers grasped the neck of the bottle to pass it over to him. “Here you are and I hope it will serve well the need you seek.” She grinned.&nbsp; </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Waiting was painful, but had to be achieved in polite acceptation to all guest. If it were steak or anything else she would have been fashionably late or just late in turn. But it was indeed the one meal that tonight she cherished more than steak it’s self. So pasta was her weakness, better it then jewelry. She tried not to stare at Luke but sitting in silence was not going to be a better solution.</span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">At some point she stood from her seat with plate in hand and decided she had been a good girl long enough according to her stomach. Sure only a few minutes passed since Emiko sounded the dinner call but she was a tad anxious. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Turning to Luke once again took the lead, “I’m going to get a mile high plate from the kitchen. Care to follow, or wait for me to return to the table in triumphant glow?” She giggled as she headed into the kitchen half forgetting her midriff being exposed. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">In the kitchen the spoons looked to have been deliberately placed in the pasta and sauce pots. “Well I see you plan on a self serve line and rightly so; less clean up Emiko great idea.” Before she continued to serve herself up, she turned to Wade. “I do hope you will be ok to enjoy the fruits of your labor in comfort?” She knew how nasty a burn can be as most humans at some point or other have experienced.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta Echo</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 05:17:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brian sets down his drink on the table, and turns to head in the direction of the kitchen with his plate, a smile on his face. Certainly, the company was <em>most</em> pleasurable, and the long drive here had left him hungry...<br><br>"Good thing there's plenty of it, then. I'm hungry enough to eat a raw bear with out salt," he says with a grin as he waits on Irene and Wade to get their spaghetti.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 13:20:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With plate in hand Wade quickly places a liberal amount of spaghetti on his plate.&nbsp; The wonderful smells of the kitchen from the last hour have his stomach rumbling with hunger.&nbsp; Eying the garlic bread he decides to pass and takes a seat at the opposite end of the table as Irene and Luke.&nbsp; <br><br>Seated he waits patiently for everyone else to get their food and take a seat.&nbsp; Minus his one incident the evening so far has been very pleasant and he looks forward to what the rest of the time here will hold for him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 15:11:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Grinning that Emiko looked happy her meal was taking off without a hitch was good to see. But what was even happier, was being able to pile the pasta up on her plate and ladle the sauce on thick. Wade looked ok and disappeared out to the table with her on his heels. What she noticed was that he passed up the garlic bread for now. She took a warm slice but said nothing after he went through the door. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">She was distracted seeing Brian behind her moving to get his fair share. Irene smiled at him and nudged his side as she went by him. She waited for him to look her way and showed her plate to him to see the amount she plans on devouring.&nbsp; “I hope I don’t intimidate you.” She teased with a playful smile. “It’s all in good fun right?” She giggled.&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Walking out with an air of confidence went to sit down at the table beside Luke. Better get your share Luke. I can’t be held responsible if I eat most of it and you didn’t get any.” She playfully teased him. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">But she looked over at Wade and smiled his way, she didn’t bother inquiring why he passed up his own contribution to dinner. She wasn’t an expert or anything about human nature; hell she hardly understood her quirky ways and the need to pay folks back for offering her help. Something to do with her mother she supposed. But an angel she wasn’t so she couldn’t figure out why she was so reckless in turn.</span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">The only reason Wade wouldn’t take a slice would be that it reminded him of the pain he experienced earlier, or he didn’t just like garlic bread. Either way it was his private decision. </span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta Echo</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 23:39:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brian look sover at Irene's nudge, returning the smile then chuckling at her showing off her plate. "Intimidate me? Why, hardly. Hopefully it won't be the opposite either, thogh." Grinning, he makes a point of heaping <em>just</em> a little more spaghetti onto his plate, but puts only a very small amount of sauce on it before grabbing two slices of garlic bread, and folllowing the others to the table.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 19:58:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Luke had finished pouring himself some wine, downed half the glass, and refilled it before standing again and getting himself something to eat.&nbsp; It smelled nice - home cooked - something he'd not had for quite a while.<br><br>When he returned to the table with his plate, he sat, then held up his wine glass... "To new friends.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 17:27:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Irene smiled at everyone just as she dug into the mound of pasta and twirled a healthy portion upon her fork. Holding up her glass in good cheer of new friends as Luke toasted the gathering nodded to all about the table. After her sip or two of wine, ate her readied bite. She was in heaven as she enjoyed the savory sauce and perfectly cooked pasta. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“Dinner is delicious Emiko.” Irene enjoyed the meal and yeah she helped…but pasta the key element can make or break a meal. </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“Well, anyone up for a mid morning swim? I had planned on doing so anyway. So if you see me in the pool it’s not a closed party; please feel free to join in. I don’t want anyone feeling they shall be intruding. My run earlier&nbsp; in the morning will be my alone time.” She laughed lightly between sips of wine.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta Echo</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 23:43:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"To new friends," Brian agrees, lifting his glass to join in the toast with a genuine smile. "New, old, and new friends who become old friends."<br><br>Digging into the pasta for awhile, he eats quietly, then looks up at Irene's comment about swimming. "Well, I never say no to a good swim," he says with a grin. "How big is the pool here, anyway? And is there a hot tub or anything like that?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ladyelizabeth</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 02:12:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched as Brian blushed as Emmeric walked up to her and she felt his hand on her ass.&nbsp; She did her best not to blush but the contented sigh and slight growl escaped anyway. <br>&nbsp;<br>She waved to Irene as she passed by and then as Emiko called out for dinner, she watched Brian disappear too.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>It was her time alone with Emmeric and it would be interesting indeed.&nbsp; She moved so that she patted his chest and looked up at him.&nbsp; "Hmm, never know, might get me interested"&nbsp; she winked before she leaned up and kissed his lips lightly and teasingly.&nbsp; 'Then again, you never quite know what else might get me interested either"&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>She pursed her lips as she lowered herself from her tip toes and then grinned impishly.&nbsp; "I do thank you for keeping the secret.&nbsp; I haven't quite told everyone here exactly what is going on.&nbsp; I wanted everyone to ...well... get to know each other first". <br>&nbsp;<br>She ran her hand down his chest to his stomach.&nbsp; "Though a midnight swim with you might be on the agenda if you play your cards right"&nbsp; she grinned "We might want to go eat before we look as though we are skipping out on the crowd"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 19:49:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emeric looked down at Ashlyn as she started to go down to her feet before reaching out and placing one hand firmly in her hair and the other to the small of her back, pressing her to him before leaning down and kissing her with a bit more passion than she had kissed him. He took his time with the kiss, before breaking it off and said quietly, “You're welcome. And I'm sorry, but I've wanted that for some time now. I've always had an interest in you, but before I went into the Army.... you were off limits because you were too young. Then I was just home to visit and it didn't feel right for me to try and pursue you when I was stationed half way across the world.”<br><br>Stepping back slowly he said, “I told you that I grew up in the Army, Ash. But it didn't change who I am. I'm an aggressive individual with a dominant personality. Now that I'm in the Reserves maybe... we could talk about pursuing something?”<br><br>“And given the circumstances of this particular party, I think that that was a wise idea. Though I can't say for sure that us guys are gonna be too keen on playing with one another if the dice fall that way. I also brought another 8 boxes of condoms, four of the Trojan Magnum XL's and four of the regular Trojans.”<br><br>“The Trojan Magnum XL's are the only thing that won't rip when I try to put it on. I figured I'd bring a couple extra boxes in case some of the other blokes are equally well hung. Something you forgot to mention. I figured creampies might fall on the list somewhere but I figured we should err on the side of caution.”<br><br>“And I'll be fine for a slice of you.... right here and right now. And if there's nothing left, I'll run into town and grab something for us.” said Emeric with a mischievous grin as he adjusted the growing bulge in his pants, it was a subconscious thing not meant to be lewd or even suggestive. His words should have been intent enough.<br><br>“But if we're going to play nice, we probably should get inside if for no other reason than to get to know the others better. I know you and Emiko, her more in passing, but if this party is to go as you want, then everyone should get a chance to know one another better.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhoswen</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 00:57:37</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Irene had been eating, but not talking. Happily she saw that Emiko finally settle down to enjoy her meal. When Brian asked a question she knew the answers too, nodded yes holding up a finger to wait for her to swallow before answering him. She reached for the wine taking a few sips; afterward dabbing the corners of her mouth. Clearing her throat she politely conveyed what she had been told. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“Ashlyn said yes to both a hot tub and pool; located of course out back from the porch.”&nbsp; She said this while spinning the fork around in her pasta. “Oh, there is a guy, or gal coming to attend to the facilities. I guessed swimming in the morning would allow me a few hours. It works well for me after a short five mile run. Before I hear comments…I run to think not for health reasons.” She chuckles. “Besides after this delicious pasta I better run. The added bonus will be after the run a swim will nicely help me beat this heat.” She smiled before continuing to eat. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Everyone was present except Ashlyn and the older gentleman. She noted he had not introduced himself to her on the porch; but let it be as she was not a pouty female over who likes her or not. But with them missing in action she assumed her usual conclusions. Hey, It was Ashlyn and anything was possible. Keeping a smile through dinner hid the fact she was secretly proud of herself. Her less then sociable self, had managed to speak to and break the ice with at least everyone else at the table. Ashlyn couldn’t this time say she was being anti social. With salutations done, she intended to pull back and relax enjoying what the house had to offer. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Whatever the reasons for being gathered will remain a mystery for tonight. Irene simply understood today was the meet and greet. She played along thus far, being slightly out of her own character to do so. She did whatever it took to get through this awkward period. The few beers earlier helped her achieve the effect desired. Looking about the table, pondered how the guys and Emiko were fairing. If looks could tell. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">The night was young and it seemed a bit hard pressed, to her to believe a conversation was going to just suddenly erupt out the blue. She had served as the chattering butterfly since arriving and was not going to continue down that path. Irene was a guest, and was on vacation but not as a cruise director. Her nick name on campus is demoness, or fallen angel of which she favored more. </span><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Ash just better be happy that she wasn’t acting like she would normally.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Vacation House {Main Thread}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delta Echo</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 08:31:50</strong>
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				"Aha. Well, that's good." Brian smiles at the information regarding the swimming facilities. "I've found a hot tub can be quite enjoyable...I suppose a Jaccuzi tub would be too much to hope for, though."<br><br>Swirling his garlic bread around for a moment in his pasta sauce and taking a bite, he chewed for a moment, looking thoughtful, but happy to be there and looking like he was pleased to have the opportunity to be making new friends. "I'd be happy to help...attend to the facilities myself, actually. For some reason I've always found pool cleaning to be enjoyable." He smirks, chuckling. "I suppose you could say I love the smell of chlorine in the morning. Smells like...cleanliness."<br><br>His odd sense of humour having manifested itself, he turns his attention back to the food, occasionally looking around the table and considering the others present with a feeling of wanting to strike up a discussion, but being better at carrying one, then starting it.
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