Heartbeat, Heartbreak (Mischa)

[Riley Dalton]

"I got some 7Up, how about that instead?" Riley called out, as he pulled out what used to be a six pack but now a two pack of 7Up and closed the fridge. Grabbing some ice from the ice maker, he cracked one open and poured it into the glass, and took it over to Mischa and placed it down in front of her on the table. Laughing at her toast back at him, since her mouth was crammed full of pizza goodness, he then poured himself a glass of pop, as he sat at the counter, another slice of pizza in one hand, his drink resting beside him on top of the counter. "Dom wory abot it." He replied reassuringly, or at least, tried to, since his mouth was full of pizza. "You're my friend, and I could never hang you out to dry like that, not when you don't know who to turn to after your face has been plastered all over the 6 o'clock news." He said solemnly, nodding his head like he was some wise sage of the West.

He knew the risks in helping her after she was branded a criminal, and even if he was caught, he wouldn't change a single thing he did. "In any case, resting in a real bed and eating real food definitely beats resting in a hospital bed and being fed crappy liquid shit through a tube, any day." He said optimistically, grinning happily at her. After chowing down on the slice in his hand, he washed it down with the 7Up, as he sighed contently and leaned back against the counter. "... I think I can't move... Mischa, carry me to the couch." He laughed, as he got off the stool and crashed on the couch beside her, throwing his arm over her shoulder teasingly once more, as he smiled slightly at her. "I don't regret helping you escape. I made this decision, and I wouldn't change a single thing. You're worth the risk of being thrown into jail if I end up getting caught."

[Mischa Badoer]

"I got some 7Up, how about that instead?"

Mischa's brow cocked as he changed her order of Kahlua and milk into 7 up. Pop was never her thing... but what ever she would usually drink it if it was offered to her.

"Oh... Kay."

She would then listen to him saying how it was no problem and such...then roll her eyes with a laugh when he wanted her to "carry" him to the couch. She just finished off her first slice shaking her head no instead.

He would then resume his position on the couch next to her and wrap his arm around her. She snuggled into the nook of his arm as she took a bite into both the pizzas as if it were a pizza sandwich.

"You won't go to jail...neither will I." she said matter of factly. 'Cause she knew a lot of the police... they will be TICKED at her for killing their men, but she knew how they worked. They were selfish bastards. "Just gotta pull a few strings, is all." Mischa would take a few swigs of the pop then grab the remote and turn the TV on. It was on a channel that played older movies. What was playing now was a silver screen Frankenstein movie.

She smiled rather excited about the whole thing and finished up her pizza....then chugged the rest of her pop so she could lay down on the couch...Riley's lap as a pillow once again. "Haven't watched this in forever."

[Riley Dalton]

Riley saw Mischa raise her brow and could tell she was less than thrilled about the spontaneity of the roulette of changing drinks, but he honestly didn't know what she liked to drink... that and alcohol probably wasn't the best thing to drink after just coming out of a coma. "Nuuu... don't be like that Mischa!" He laughed as she rolled her eyes and finished off her pizza while shaking her head, turning away from her and pretending to sulk. He then crashed onto the couch beside her again, his arm wrapped around her as she snuggled into the nook of his arm while chowing down on her pizza sandwich. "I hope so... Orange is sooo not my color." He joked, pretending to sound like a fruity fashion guy. "I don't know whether to feel impressed, relieved or frightened that you can pull some strings to keep the both of us from ending up in the slammer... Though I'm leaning towards the first one."

He then hunkered down even more on the couch, getting more comfortable as Mischa grabbed the remote and flipped on the TV. Stretching his arms above his head, he felt Mischa shift after finishing her pizza and chug her pop down as she laid down on the couch, using his lap as a pillow once more. "You ain't seen nothing 'till you see it in HD," He chuckled, as he shifted slightly, making his lap a bit more comfortable, "And check this out." He then clapped his hands, as the lights turned off, the only light visible from the TV now, as he reached over and grabbed the blanket on the couch and covered Mischa (and his lap) with it. His hands resting behind his head, Riley couldn't remember the last time he could just relax and crash on the couch and watch movies, as he ran his hand casually through his hair, let out a soft sigh of content.

[Mischa Badoer]

"I don't know whether to feel impressed, relieved or frightened that you can pull some strings to keep the both of us from ending up in the slammer... Though I'm leaning towards the first one."

She would smile giving a little shrug, "You should feel all three." she would joke.

"You ain't seen nothing 'till you see it in HD,"

"I believe that." shes watched it on an HD TV before... she was a nerd.... she had a shit load of HD TVs what do you expect from a video game and movie lover. Though she did agree with his statement.

"And check this out."

The lights turned out and Mischa laughed. "Oh cool... never seen that before." she would say in an amused tone. She was a rich Italian...course she seen it before... but she would still act excited for Riley's sake. He then pulled the covers down on her and she snuggled close to it. Her eyes started getting heavy. Who knew waking from like...a month long sleep could be so tiring. Once she gave up on trying to stay awake she would fall asleep.

[Riley Dalton]

"I ain't complaining, I'll take staying a free man over prison hands down." Riley replied, holding his hands up in the air like he was surrendering. "Oh right, I forgot, you lived in a big ass house whose living room is probably the size of my entire apartment." He laughed, he was still getting used to the fact that Mischa was probably a shit-load more richer than he ever could be. "Again... I keep forgetting you're richer than I ever was." He shrugged casually, he wasn't miffed about the fact Mischa was probably just acting excited for his sake, he didn't mind really. As the movie played on, Riley could feel Mischa's breathing get slower and more relaxed, and before he knew it, she was fast asleep.

Flicking the TV off, plunging the entire apartment into darkness, he would gently lift Mischa up in his arms, the blanket still wrapped around her, as he walked into the guest room, and pulled the comforter back and gently deposit Mischa onto the bed, and pull the blanket off her before covering her with the comforter. He then made his way out of the room, but stopped in the doorway and looked behind him slightly. "... Good night Mischa..." He said quietly, and closed the door quietly behind him, before going to his own room. There would be plenty of time to figure out what she would do later, but for now, she could stay in his apartment for however long she wished.

(End thread)