1800-LONELY-HEARTS | toudella
Toulouse: /He was fine. Really, he was. So what if he'd had his heart broken for the first time in his life and he wasn't speaking to most of his family? Toulouse was completely fine. Or he would be, anyways, after a few drinks. He needed to get out of his studio, out of his house, out of his own head for five minutes, and try to be a person again. And he figured the best place to do that would be at a bar, aka his natural hunting ground. He could have a beer, smoke a cigarette, hit on a pretty girl -- anything it took to feel normal again. He was currently waiting for the bartender to serve him his first drink of the night, but trying to find purchase against the already-crowded bar was hard, and he took a step back to give himself some room to breathe while he waited. He wasn't paying attention, though, as he felt himself bump into someone that was apparently standing behind him. He turned to apologize to the obviously-annoyed voice currently giving him attitude and was hit with a sense of familiarity. Perhaps the gods were listening tonight, after all. He put on what he knew was his most charming smile as he eyed the girl up and down./ So we meet again. Do you think you can remember my name this time?
Adella: /Her scowl dissolved immediately upon recognising who she had bumped into. She felt excitement at seeing the boy again, which was followed instantly with a hit of embarassment. Adella felt it flood her from head to toe as she stared at Toulouse, wishing she could take back her outburst. She could tell he was looking her up and down, and out of a combination of nervousness and being caught off guard, she stuttered./ Um. Uh. /She was really on a roll here, wasn't she? Memories of the last two times she had seen him came unbidden to the forefront of her mind; that's right, she had kissed him already, on /two/ occasions, what was she so nervous for? Forcing herself to relax (and breathe), Adella clutched her two drinks closer to her chest (and all thoughts of looking for her sister had flown out the window completely) and replied as smoothly as she could. /Toulouse, fancy seeing you here. Of course I remember your name! ...This time. /She cocked her head to the side. /Do you remember /mine/?











