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WHO: Einar & Briony
WHERE: Bri’s apartment
WHEN: last sunday, the 8th
WHAT: Einar is hungover, Bri is trying new things. #hotgirlsummer
WARNINGS: Explicit references to sex and recreational drug use
WHERE: Bri’s apartment
WHEN: last sunday, the 8th
WHAT: Einar is hungover, Bri is trying new things. #hotgirlsummer
WARNINGS: Explicit references to sex and recreational drug use
It was two pm, and Einar had only just woken up.
This was a fairly common occurrence for a weekend; the man was an unapologetic night owl and furthermore it was a Sunday, and so it was his designated ‘wake up hungover and start bothering his friends’ time. This time was sacred, and a sign of his love, not an inconvenience to everyone around him at all he was sure.
At the very least, he brought ice cream, so when he hammered on Bri’s apartment door he imagined she couldn’t be too mad at him.
The door swung open at a speed that hinted that Briony had seen a lumbering blond giant on his way down the path to the house she shared with Mal and Connie. In her hand, she held a steaming cup of coffee that may or may not have had a little tipple of something inside it. “You knock like the police,” she said as she first held her cheek out for a kiss, then offered him the cup before she stood back to motion him in, “We can all hear perfectly well, darling. It’s not necessary to hurt the door.”
It was a trade off of the purest form; Einar took the spiked coffee, and immediately handed over the pack full of various ice cream products with a melodramatic relieved sigh. “I don’t knock like the police.” She received a total of two (2) cheek kisses, one to each, before he slid his giant frame around her into the house. “I knock with purpose. That way you know it’s me and never do me the indignity of making me waste away waiting outside with this godawful headache.”
“When’s the last time you had any water?” The question was functionally rhetorical, asked over her shoulder as she carried the ice cream into the kitchen to set down. Once relieved of her burden, Briony turned to the cabinets to pull down bowls for them both. “Man cannot live on vodka redbulls alone, you know.”
“Man once survived undergraduate on vodka redbulls, double espresso and…” He paused. “I ordered takeout every night, I ate well.” Einar leaned on the counter and sighed again, dramatically. “We work very hard and I think I should be allowed my fun at the weekends.”
“It’s still the weekend,” Briony pointed out with an amused raise of her brows shot over her shoulder, “Are you having fun right now? Because it looks like you’re vertical through sheer force of will alone.”
Einar raised his mug. “Once I’m finished with this? I’ll be having so much fun. Don’t judge me for my indomitable human spirit.” He looked smug until it seemed to hurt his head all the more, and promptly downed most of his coffee.
“But enough about me.” This was never the case. “Enlighten me, what have you been up to?”
“Since we saw each other yesterday afternoon?”
“Was it yesterday afternoon?” He sighed. “God, other people are boring, it feels like longer.”
The ice cream was evenly doled out into bowls. She handed one off to Einar, then looped her arm through his to gently tug him along into the living room. The couch was one of his favorite places to recline like many ladies of her previous acquaintance, so she had little doubt he’d make himself comfortable with all possible speed.
“Not a terrible lot, though,” Briony paused as she sank down into the corner of the sofa, ensuring there was enough space for Einar to sprawl out, “I have come to the decision that it is time for me to truly start living in the present day.” She glanced up at him, feeling her cheeks warm even with the opaque nature of her declaration. It would seem there was still work to be done.
Einar promptly did stretch out like an oversized cat, resting the ice cream bowl in the crook of one elbow with his mug and spoon in the other hand. Surprisingly dexterous, he finished the coffee in one last glug and set down the cup. And then he paused. “…Does this mean you’re finally willing to try ketamine?”
“Is that an energy drink? I don’t know why you continue to think they’re too strong for me. We had cocaine and opium in nearly everything back in my day.” She gestured toward him with her spoon.”I went through withdrawals for the first few months as I detoxed after arriving here.”
“Babe, we don’t call it opium anymore.” He made a face. “Opium sounds exotic and fun and not like something that- you know what, we’ll talk about the ketamine later.” He tilted his head, shoving his own spoon into the bowl. “If not recreational drugs, what?”
“What do you call it, th- never mind. It might be best if I don’t know.” There was no need to resume a cycle that would surely wind her in trouble with her superiors. She couldn’t imagine it was sanctioned behavior to take a tincture of poppy to calm one’s nerves in this day and age.
“I have decided,” Briony lowered her voice as she spoke, leaning in as if someone else might overhear. Why, she couldn’t say. It wasn’t as if she wouldn’t be telling Mallory and Constance, and they were the only other individuals likely to be inside the house, “that it is time I start…” She waved her hand in a fluttering circle, clearing her throat before continuing, “engaging in intimate behavior with… people… in the…. world?”
Einar, with a spoon half way to his mouth, proceeded to swallow the rum and raisin that he had procured for himself, pondering. Eventually, the cogs clicked together. “So fucking?”
Briony was exceedly proud of herself for swallowing the squeak that wanted to escape her mouth. “Perhaps not as much as that immediately. I was thinking I might start slower.” Though there was some wisdom in jumping right in, wasn’t there? “It’s simply that I’ve…” She tapped her spoon against the china of her bowl. “Well, it must be miles more pleasant than my previous experiences with it, and I am a modern woman now.”
Einar scoffed out a laugh, taking another spoonful of ice cream. “You are. And the world is… better, than it used to be. In some capacity at least.”
“In some ways.” There was plenty still broken in the modern day, but that didn’t mean there had been leaps and bounds from her time. “For one, I wouldn’t be cast out of society if I were to be caught kissing someone, which is certainly much nicer.” And why shouldn’t she do just that? Wasn’t she allowing herself to be controlled in some aspects if she continued to live by a set of outdated rules? “So I’m telling you, so I can’t go back on it. This year- well, the remainder of this year, is going to be my year.”
Einar nodded solemnly, almost too solemnly for the topic of ‘kissing someone on the mouth.’ But Briony was from a different time, and it was one of the few things he drew a line on teasing people for. “I’ll hold you accountable.” He agreed. “Next time you want to stick your tongue in a stranger’s mouth I will obviously remind you of this if you chicken out.”
“We’ll need a signal.” Briony took another bite of her ice cream, humming in thought. “And I should get some mace.”
“I can make you a taser.” Einar offered, practically. “They are theoretically illegal in this country but if you need to use one and run they work well.”
“Better to break the law than be dead, I suppose.” There was little real risk of her using it accidentally after all the training she’d been through with TEA. If she was honest with herself the idea of being able to easily defend herself now was half of the draw of her newfound interest in Putting Herself Out There. It wasn’t simply the world that had changed; she had as well. “But that is all the news I have for you, my darling. You may resume the lead role.”
Einar laughed now, loudly, as he inhaled another spoonful of ice cream. “Oh, no. That’s on you. You’ve decided to take a hot girl summer and I have to be a supporting character as you do it.”
He set his empty bowl down on the small table next to him, and grinned. “But if this is how you’re going to do summer, we will need to talk the basics. And I’ll need some form of cocktail for it.”
“The….” Briony’s voice trailed off as she watched Einar beeline toward the bar cabinet. “Basics? For what?”
The sigh he let out echoed, ominously, as he began to rummage through her liquor. “This is how Shang felt in Mulan. I’m sure of it.” Einar poked his head out from the bottles and gave her a thumbs up. “Don’t you worry about that, we’ll start at making out with strangers, tactical ghosting, why tinder is fucking awful and move onto birth control later?”
“I’m already on it,” Briony said with some relief as she sank back down into the sofa. There had been a moment where she feared Einar might whip out a diagram to explain the act of sexual congress. “But, yes. That does seem like the best plan of action.” The clinking sounds coming from the cabinet grew increasingly in volume. “I thought ghosting was a bad thing to do.”
Einar finally emerged, victorious, with a bottle: “It’s what some of these men deserve, nonetheless.” He began to refill his coffee cup with neat liquor, gesturing to the television. “Put my mormon momtok show on. We’ve got a lot to cover before we send you out into the wild.”
This was a fairly common occurrence for a weekend; the man was an unapologetic night owl and furthermore it was a Sunday, and so it was his designated ‘wake up hungover and start bothering his friends’ time. This time was sacred, and a sign of his love, not an inconvenience to everyone around him at all he was sure.
At the very least, he brought ice cream, so when he hammered on Bri’s apartment door he imagined she couldn’t be too mad at him.
The door swung open at a speed that hinted that Briony had seen a lumbering blond giant on his way down the path to the house she shared with Mal and Connie. In her hand, she held a steaming cup of coffee that may or may not have had a little tipple of something inside it. “You knock like the police,” she said as she first held her cheek out for a kiss, then offered him the cup before she stood back to motion him in, “We can all hear perfectly well, darling. It’s not necessary to hurt the door.”
It was a trade off of the purest form; Einar took the spiked coffee, and immediately handed over the pack full of various ice cream products with a melodramatic relieved sigh. “I don’t knock like the police.” She received a total of two (2) cheek kisses, one to each, before he slid his giant frame around her into the house. “I knock with purpose. That way you know it’s me and never do me the indignity of making me waste away waiting outside with this godawful headache.”
“When’s the last time you had any water?” The question was functionally rhetorical, asked over her shoulder as she carried the ice cream into the kitchen to set down. Once relieved of her burden, Briony turned to the cabinets to pull down bowls for them both. “Man cannot live on vodka redbulls alone, you know.”
“Man once survived undergraduate on vodka redbulls, double espresso and…” He paused. “I ordered takeout every night, I ate well.” Einar leaned on the counter and sighed again, dramatically. “We work very hard and I think I should be allowed my fun at the weekends.”
“It’s still the weekend,” Briony pointed out with an amused raise of her brows shot over her shoulder, “Are you having fun right now? Because it looks like you’re vertical through sheer force of will alone.”
Einar raised his mug. “Once I’m finished with this? I’ll be having so much fun. Don’t judge me for my indomitable human spirit.” He looked smug until it seemed to hurt his head all the more, and promptly downed most of his coffee.
“But enough about me.” This was never the case. “Enlighten me, what have you been up to?”
“Since we saw each other yesterday afternoon?”
“Was it yesterday afternoon?” He sighed. “God, other people are boring, it feels like longer.”
The ice cream was evenly doled out into bowls. She handed one off to Einar, then looped her arm through his to gently tug him along into the living room. The couch was one of his favorite places to recline like many ladies of her previous acquaintance, so she had little doubt he’d make himself comfortable with all possible speed.
“Not a terrible lot, though,” Briony paused as she sank down into the corner of the sofa, ensuring there was enough space for Einar to sprawl out, “I have come to the decision that it is time for me to truly start living in the present day.” She glanced up at him, feeling her cheeks warm even with the opaque nature of her declaration. It would seem there was still work to be done.
Einar promptly did stretch out like an oversized cat, resting the ice cream bowl in the crook of one elbow with his mug and spoon in the other hand. Surprisingly dexterous, he finished the coffee in one last glug and set down the cup. And then he paused. “…Does this mean you’re finally willing to try ketamine?”
“Is that an energy drink? I don’t know why you continue to think they’re too strong for me. We had cocaine and opium in nearly everything back in my day.” She gestured toward him with her spoon.”I went through withdrawals for the first few months as I detoxed after arriving here.”
“Babe, we don’t call it opium anymore.” He made a face. “Opium sounds exotic and fun and not like something that- you know what, we’ll talk about the ketamine later.” He tilted his head, shoving his own spoon into the bowl. “If not recreational drugs, what?”
“What do you call it, th- never mind. It might be best if I don’t know.” There was no need to resume a cycle that would surely wind her in trouble with her superiors. She couldn’t imagine it was sanctioned behavior to take a tincture of poppy to calm one’s nerves in this day and age.
“I have decided,” Briony lowered her voice as she spoke, leaning in as if someone else might overhear. Why, she couldn’t say. It wasn’t as if she wouldn’t be telling Mallory and Constance, and they were the only other individuals likely to be inside the house, “that it is time I start…” She waved her hand in a fluttering circle, clearing her throat before continuing, “engaging in intimate behavior with… people… in the…. world?”
Einar, with a spoon half way to his mouth, proceeded to swallow the rum and raisin that he had procured for himself, pondering. Eventually, the cogs clicked together. “So fucking?”
Briony was exceedly proud of herself for swallowing the squeak that wanted to escape her mouth. “Perhaps not as much as that immediately. I was thinking I might start slower.” Though there was some wisdom in jumping right in, wasn’t there? “It’s simply that I’ve…” She tapped her spoon against the china of her bowl. “Well, it must be miles more pleasant than my previous experiences with it, and I am a modern woman now.”
Einar scoffed out a laugh, taking another spoonful of ice cream. “You are. And the world is… better, than it used to be. In some capacity at least.”
“In some ways.” There was plenty still broken in the modern day, but that didn’t mean there had been leaps and bounds from her time. “For one, I wouldn’t be cast out of society if I were to be caught kissing someone, which is certainly much nicer.” And why shouldn’t she do just that? Wasn’t she allowing herself to be controlled in some aspects if she continued to live by a set of outdated rules? “So I’m telling you, so I can’t go back on it. This year- well, the remainder of this year, is going to be my year.”
Einar nodded solemnly, almost too solemnly for the topic of ‘kissing someone on the mouth.’ But Briony was from a different time, and it was one of the few things he drew a line on teasing people for. “I’ll hold you accountable.” He agreed. “Next time you want to stick your tongue in a stranger’s mouth I will obviously remind you of this if you chicken out.”
“We’ll need a signal.” Briony took another bite of her ice cream, humming in thought. “And I should get some mace.”
“I can make you a taser.” Einar offered, practically. “They are theoretically illegal in this country but if you need to use one and run they work well.”
“Better to break the law than be dead, I suppose.” There was little real risk of her using it accidentally after all the training she’d been through with TEA. If she was honest with herself the idea of being able to easily defend herself now was half of the draw of her newfound interest in Putting Herself Out There. It wasn’t simply the world that had changed; she had as well. “But that is all the news I have for you, my darling. You may resume the lead role.”
Einar laughed now, loudly, as he inhaled another spoonful of ice cream. “Oh, no. That’s on you. You’ve decided to take a hot girl summer and I have to be a supporting character as you do it.”
He set his empty bowl down on the small table next to him, and grinned. “But if this is how you’re going to do summer, we will need to talk the basics. And I’ll need some form of cocktail for it.”
“The….” Briony’s voice trailed off as she watched Einar beeline toward the bar cabinet. “Basics? For what?”
The sigh he let out echoed, ominously, as he began to rummage through her liquor. “This is how Shang felt in Mulan. I’m sure of it.” Einar poked his head out from the bottles and gave her a thumbs up. “Don’t you worry about that, we’ll start at making out with strangers, tactical ghosting, why tinder is fucking awful and move onto birth control later?”
“I’m already on it,” Briony said with some relief as she sank back down into the sofa. There had been a moment where she feared Einar might whip out a diagram to explain the act of sexual congress. “But, yes. That does seem like the best plan of action.” The clinking sounds coming from the cabinet grew increasingly in volume. “I thought ghosting was a bad thing to do.”
Einar finally emerged, victorious, with a bottle: “It’s what some of these men deserve, nonetheless.” He began to refill his coffee cup with neat liquor, gesturing to the television. “Put my mormon momtok show on. We’ve got a lot to cover before we send you out into the wild.”