Last One Off (Open)

[Elle Rose]

Cant say that I'm thankful

It was as though the world was falling in around her. Home was no longer a home and her current predicament left her stranded in a large four wheeler shaped much like a Twinkie. Thats right she was stranded on a bus heading to God knows where the only thing allotted to her was a bag of clothes, her diary, and the bare necessities. As if they couldn't get rid of her fast enough.

A silent scoff as Elle pressed back the leafy edges of her diary shuffling it bag beneath a burlap sack she called her impromptu home for the time being. The racing coastline gripping her vision as she teetered outwards asphyxiating her forehead to the window that was held with a mixture of the cool texture and the immanent heat at the other side. She could have only dreamed she'd be stopping here, it was so beautiful after all. Her smile lighting up momentarily letting and airy hand travel up to touch the glass before the bus jerked sending her forehead into the seat in front of her.

"Mother Fu-"

She'd stop short grabbing the bridge of her nose and leaning back into her seat pained by the brittle contours. Her vision a bit mixed up as a burly black woman got up from her position in the driver's chair and hustling back at a lumbering pace to grab Elle's things. Confused and dazed Elle would raise a hand to protest only to be grabbed around the wrist, not in a threatening way but rather a leading way.

"Wait whats going on?"

"This is your stop Missy, San Diego California."

"No way."

Her fragile attention span shifted dramatically reverting towards the window rapidly grabbing the window frame from the top peering over energetically staring out at the fresh new wasteland from which to conquer.

"Do I look like I got a sense of humor? Now get out."

Elle's frantic thoughts would be cut short as she was jerked out from her arm and tossed through the doorway to the pavement only to find a squishy surface to land on. Quick to follow was her large burlap sack that probably weighed twice her weight adding to the concussion of said squishy object.

[Adam Silver]

Theme

Ouff...

Burlap sack he was taking the light weight to the shoulder, a flinchy sort as he turned on the swivel expecting it to be some tough gang member peddling him to the ground, forced on the defensive towards his flank powerless to combat with bats or knives. But with a fluttery sense of his eyes reattaining the figure things became clear. The girl who was something of a small puppy by comparison to him forcing him to his flank just as he'd imagined some heavy sweaty guy although... in a different sense.

*~*~* Moments Prior *~*~*

"Aight Tommy I got it handled."

His voice in a defiant stammer projecting his right hand forward to the door lingering on it at an indecisive juncture whether to slam it forcefully into the hinges or let it dangle. Adam Silver stood in the way his shoulder dipping into the trench he'd found himself for the past few months, working as a bartender barely labial to do anything better with his life at this point other than drink his way down the gutters. Then again that'd be wasting what the customers came here for, the booze.

A slight grimace on his face staring at his co-worker glancing back at him with that paternal inference of warning. It was as though Tommy always thought Adam was about to do something stupid. He didn't even give him the chance to try to be a fuck up.

"Just make sure it gets done,"

His overbearing stare averting down to the glass he'd been cleaning managing to suppress the obvious aura of empowerment into a little unnoticeable shelter.

"Sheesh."

The slam of the door behind him as Adam peeled up from the basement coming to street level matched with the burning heat of sun beams cast into his hues. God Damn it was bright. Why couldn't it always be an unreasonable hour, it give him every reason to stay sheathed in the depths of his work. His only real escape from reality.

*Bump*

Oh Shit

*~*~* NOW *~*~*

Hot Blondie. Adam surveyed with a cautious perspective, having bumped into her there was the automatic and unconscionable sense that he'd felt her up, found every curve and feature of her that could be found in a brief exchange of bodies. And he liked it. Her that was.

Don't say it....

His conscious implored, never had he been one to think twice on his otherwise trademarked line that he found soy smooth.

"Hey....You sexy like a chocolate strawberry."

'Smooth....'

He'd wink quickly before letting his arms drop back against the pavement pressing his torso upwards and assuming she was still atop him she'd rise too. Of course he'd only rise from the grounded position if she did so.

[Elle Rose]

Kaboom

Ouf....

Elle found herself falling to the side, her elbow accidentally dropping heavily into the boy's sternum at an uncomfortable angle as would her inclined knee grazing at his inner thigh. But she was at the very least thankful that he'd be taking the blunt of the blow rather than the other way around, she was in an otherwise comfortable position bounced atop him safe from the threatening floor plan.

"Hey....You sexy like a chocolate strawberry."

O.o

Elle would retract, her hand pressing her upwards from his chest, knees still buried in his groin where she rose. Body was still angled at the floor and not yet standing.

"Umm... Thanks?"

She didn't know quite well enough how to react to that, back home it would be a pervy sentiment but out here she didn't know what was socially acceptable. He was attractive, limited signs of any bruising whatsoever so maybe it was okay?

"Oh I'm sorry."

Elle would quickly jerk up in a stand having first pushed him down in her clumsy attempt to rise rolling off to the side of his thigh before pattering against the ground and rising up not offering to help at first before quickly lowering herself to offer a hand. However much help it would be, though she was quite scrawny.

[Adam Silver]

"Umm... Thanks?"

A stupid grin on his face showing through the obvious signs that he was keenly attracted to her, if only he was more elegant with words, not that it mattered now that she was warming up to him. The thought in his head that he was in the clear would force his own selfish pursuits.

"Oh I'm sorry."

"Ugh."

Adam would jerk downwards as she moved off of him, his hands forming a defensive barrier around his nuts as her knee had been driven into them in her attempts to get off. hehe...get off. Snickering would ensue if he wasn't in slight pain.

"One second...."

A deep breath noticeably pained by the tone of his voice before releasing and stretching in his floored state before reaching up slowly grabbing her hand all too generously denoted to him. While he knew well enough in his attempts if pulled full force he'd be dragging her down Adam selflessly attempted rolling up on his heels to rise over her, his groin still in moderate pain begging the question he wanted to ask.

"Could you take care of these?"

But this time he'd catch himself short not wanting to embarrass himself though he'd been known for saying worse notions in public.

"So you're a new face, dropping by for a one-nighter or bigger fish to fry?"

Adam would wink slightly pained though his word play signifying more illicit affairs than just pleasure and business.