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Post by Ezekiel Fabrizio on May 11, 2009 19:29:05 GMT -5
Zeke might have been in another part of the country, again, but that wouldn't keep him from his true love. Caffeine. Well, one of his true loves. He ordered a tall caramel latte - well yes it was a small, but he knew this probably wouldn't be the last cup of the day. Ezekiel then wished he had ordered a larger size, then atleast it would have lasted him longer. He also remembered that meant it would lose its heat, and that was half the fun of coffee. He enjoyed an iced caffeinated drink every now and again, but alas today was not one of those days.
He took the latte from the server, and seated himself at a table by the window, setting down an assortment of things he needed to get done. Starbucks was usually quiet, and the place where he did most of his work when he needed to get the hell away from the whole tour shenanigans, where he rarely found peace. Ever.
Though, he completely lost his train of thought, and began sketching on the back of a list - it wasn't anything important. Just a band roster, stating the orders of the bands. It was about two weeks old, thus expired, so he continued his frivolous sketching, carefully making each mark with the pen. Ink wasn't his favorite medium, but it wasn't his grandest enemy.
Most, he assumed, were preparing for the awards show. He wasn't too enthused about such things. He never had been, but he wasn't the extrovert that most people were. Infact, he was rather reclusive and kept to himself. Socializing was not his forte. Zeke held the ability to strike up casual conversation, but he never went out of his way to do as such, particularly to women. He kind of despised that about himself. Why was he so fucking shy of the female race? He'd never had legible reasoning, nor had he ever been hurt - rather, he hadn't given himself the oppurtunity for such treatment.
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Post by `Holland Petrov on May 11, 2009 19:48:08 GMT -5
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Post by Ezekiel Fabrizio on May 11, 2009 20:24:52 GMT -5
Upon hearing his name, he looked up and with a casual greeting and a small smile he nodded, "Sure." He couldn't remember the last time he'd been called Ezekiel by someone outside of his family. Mindlessly going back to his sketch, he sighed - not happy with how it was shaping up. Setting the pen down, he decided what needed to be done just simply wasn't worth doing... right now.
"So what's up? Excited for the whole red carpet ... stuff?" He scoffed. Actually, what was he supposed to call it? The alley of flashing lights and obnoxious reporters who asked the same questions, over and over. Especially the 'who are you wearing?' It annoyed him greatly. Who really cared about such useless information? Certainly not himself.
Holland seemed like a nice enough person, not that he knew her enough to know for certain. She was attractive, to him atleast - but he didn't much let himself think beyond that. No, deffinately not. Otherwise he would just go into his regular nervous babbel, and make himself look like an idiot, or anymore of an idiot. There was just something that made him tongue tie everytime he even considered liking a girl, or asking her out. Which was the reason he was single... And the reason, for well, being left sexless.
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Post by `Holland Petrov on May 11, 2009 20:43:34 GMT -5
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Post by Ezekiel Fabrizio on May 11, 2009 21:23:35 GMT -5
A lopsided smile came to his face. He could relate. There was so much hype over who and what at the shows, it just kind of confused him. It reminded him of a dog and pony show. Who was the best dressed? The best hair, jewelry, arm candy, and all of this bull shit that was flowing through these propoganda hell holes.
Zeke shrugged, shaking his head lazily, "I don't know. It's alright I guess. I'm more or less frightened when the rappers show up - there could be a gang war out of like, no where." It was something that always worried him. Hell, 50 cent had been shot one thousand and one times, but Zeke wasn't that buff to ward off a bullet. "I'm flying solo so.. ya know.. I'll be looking all lame." That's how he usually ended up - alone. It was alright with him.
He knew it wasn't actually alright with him. Most people his age had steady relationships, but he'd never subjected himself to such a possibility. Perhaps now was the moment to break down the barrier to his insecurity, and take flight. No, no - not now. Hell, he didn't even know if she had a date yet, or if she was even interested. Thats how Zeke coped with his issues. He just assumed the other party wasn't interested. This also made him wonder how many people assumed he was gay. Wow, when you put it in that perspective - maybe I should get out more.
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Post by `Holland Petrov on May 11, 2009 21:39:36 GMT -5
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Post by Ezekiel Fabrizio on May 11, 2009 22:03:47 GMT -5
"Poor Taylor," he commented slyly before taking a sip of the still steaming caramel latte. She mentioned not knowing what her drink was, "It's coffee." He smiled dorkishly, with a smart ass flair. So Mr. Fabrizio was full of jokes today. Holl stated that she would encounter rumors of being a lesbian. "Well, Angelina has what, seven thousand children? No one convinces her of being a whore." Of course he was speaking of Angelina Jolie, but wouldn't one assume that?
"I don't know. I just think it's a little overdone. The glamming up, the fabulous poster children... and... Freddie." Freddie was a species onto himself, Zeke was pretty sure of that. Gossipus Maximus. Well, the guy certainly was not tiny, but he wasn't obese either atleast. Oh well, the man did arrange for some good entertainment.
Upon hearing that she too was going the single route, perhaps he should chance fate this time. Maybe, just once. "Um.." Well, one cue the nerves began gripping hold of him, "You know... If you're worried about that... and since we're sharing similar circumstances..." Blab, blab, babbel, blab. He sighed, looking away, before looking back at her again, "Would you like to go with me to the Grammy Awards?"
Put the gun to my head and shoot me, someone, please. He felt like he wanted to throw up. Well, he'd finally done it - and whether or not he'd slit his own throat by doing it, well - that was entirely up to her.
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Post by `Holland Petrov on May 11, 2009 22:18:35 GMT -5
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Post by Ezekiel Fabrizio on May 11, 2009 22:41:02 GMT -5
Shocked. No. Baffled. No. Both. Sincerely, Zeke was rather in a state of shock at what he'd just did - and that he didn't crash like the plane and end up like one of the unfortunate souls on Lost. She didn't punch him or anything. The feeling of a mild rise in confidence was flowing through him now, and perhaps going to an awards show wouldn't be so terrible anymore. "Well... uh, good." Yes, he was still nervous, unfortunately, and he feared he would be until about a week later. He never felt better, and more of a loser, all at the same time.
"I guess we're both covered as far as gay rumors go," thank god. The only thing worse than a woman hitting on him, was a man. He knew he needed to let loose, but for whatever reason, he couldn't. He was the anti Lars Trell. He didn't do drugs, he rarely drank and everyone knew Zeke didn't sleep around.
Zeke blinked, thinking momentarily, "Unless you were a man and you had an amazing surgeon." Oh yes, Zeke had encounters with transexuals as well - making him about thirty times more uncomfortable than normal. Mainly because he couldn't decide whether or not it was a man or a woman looking his way. Nothing be a nauseous, nervous and frightened AND a loser all in one. It dawned on him that Hol was the first girl he'd ever asked out. He'd been on dates before, but the women had been the chasers, where he would answer 'uh, sure...' or one of his friends would speak for him. He had some really shitty friends sometimes.
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Post by `Holland Petrov on May 11, 2009 22:59:03 GMT -5
Holly smiled at that and nodded slightly. "Yeah.. Good.." she said softly and sipped her drink again, holding on to her cup with both hands, though watching Zeke from under her lashes. So, that wasn't expected either. He'd asked her to the awards. She was going with Zeke. Hol was actually still struggling to form a sentence. Though she was so unbelievably happy, like a child who'd gotten a pony for it's birthday. That is a weird analogy but it's true. That's how pleased she was. Though for now she remained quiet until he spoke again. Slowly being able to respond once more.
"Huh, oh. Yeah. Def. They won't suspect a thing." she teased. "And I'm kidding, I'm straight." she said and grinned then she thought about it. And she realised he was asking her out for the simple reason they were both single and this was convenient for them both. Which was, well yeah, slightly crushing. Though she didn't let that show, nor did she dwell on it. She just smiled still and leaned back in her seat, twisting her straw around and mixing up her drink. Though Hol was slightly more out there than Zeke, she did drink and she had once upon a time tried pot but she didn't do that so much anymore.
Hol had been smiling up until he spoke this time. Then it became slightly fixed and she watched him, eyebrows raised slightly. She swallowed then spoke a few seconds later. "Did.. did you just-" she paused and cleared her throat. "Did you just say I look like a man..?" she asked him and cleared her throat again, eyebrows still raised and looking slightly confused as to what had happened there. He surely had not said that.
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Post by Ezekiel Fabrizio on May 11, 2009 23:24:32 GMT -5
He lifted a brow, "No... I don't think so. I hadn't meant to if that's how it came out." Oh good job Zeke. Smooth buddy. "... I don't do guys..." His skull wanted to slam against a brick wall as soon as the last sentence escaped his lips. His hand came to his face, shielding his embarassment partly. Great. Now he sounded like some kinky pervert. His face was turning a shade of red that looked like he just might explode, or melt down. He really was making an ass out of himself.
"No - you don't look like man - and no, I didn't mean that to be as sexual as that seemed," he was gritting his teeth. Oh how much of an ass he must have looked. "Nevermind. Just don't listen to me right now." His hand left his face, checking the time on his watch. He needed to head to the venue. Apparently the grammy staff insisted on collaboration with the pyro staff. It was merely an inconvenience for him, mostly because he had to put up with bitching Bryan. He wasn't a bad guy to work with, unless you pissed him off - which they had managed to do in less than three hours.
He smirked helplessly, "I apologize for my idiocy."
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Post by `Holland Petrov on May 11, 2009 23:34:58 GMT -5
Hollys eyebrows slowly returned to where they should be as she nodded to what he said. "Oh. Thank god, I mean, I know I'm not exactly hot but I didn't-" then she realised what he had actually said. Did.. he actually say that? She stared at him, though she looked far from offended, she was grinning actually since she didn't find that as perverted and offensive as he thought, she found that pretty funny actually. Though she didn't mention that, just nodded again. "Right." she murmured, though frowning when he hid his face with his hand. She had heard guys say a lot worse to her, and she too had said a lot worse in return so this wasn't as bad as it seemed.
Hol shook her head when he cleared up his statements and rolled her eyes at his apology. "You didn't mean for it to be as sexual as it seemed? Well that's a shame, cause I was hoping you'd say you'd do me." she said and smirked then she actually laughed. "Okay. Now, that was teasing. And now you have nothing to be apologise for since you said something that made me blush and I said something and made you blush, so we're even and it's cool." she nodded. Yes, she had just done that. No, she wasn't teasing. And finally yes, she thought that would have helped. She noticed him check his watch and raised her eyebrows, deciding now would be a good time to get away from the subject of doing each other. "Do you have somewhere to be?" she asked and sipped her drink. Going to pretend that hadn't happened, actually.
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