Post by Penny Jolene Dovecote on Dec 31, 2013 20:57:53 GMT -5
Every day seemed to be getting longer since this 'thing' with Ryder had been happening. It was hard working looking after people, especially when they were in their twenties with children of their own. It was generally a hazard of the job when you worked at a bar but this was more than that. Penelope was still trying to get used to the idea that she was a hazard of Ryder's job too, that the night they met it was because a talk dark and handsome type had tried to make her vampire chow. It wasn't generally the easiest thing to deal with. Most nights ended the same way, after spending her entire shift fulfilling his need for the devil's drink, she ended her shift hauling him into her car and driving him back to his place. It was, to be perfectly honest, a miracle that some where in amongst the mess that was their relationship, she'd some how become fond of him. You'd think she'd had one too many puke related incidents would have put her off but she was still there, every day like the last, holding the poor boy up when the weight of the world got too heavy for his shoulders.
Waking up with a groan, Penelope threw out her hand towards her bed site table, or at the very least where she'd expected it to be, but when her relentless search for her phone left her confused she had to roll over and expose her delicate eyes to the harsh light of day. It was only when she gazed upon her surroundings and realised she was in Ryder's bathtub that she remembered everything that had happened the night before. Somewhere in her sleepy haze she'd actually managed to convince herself that she'd made it to her own bed last night, instead she was twisting her body to take a peek at the ruggedly handsome, incredibly damaged young man who'd fallen asleep with a blanket around his shoulders and wrapped around the toilet. With a quiet sigh, she lifted her tiny frame up and climbed out of the bathtub, silently stepping over Ryder and tiptoeing into the next room. Just like it was second nature she began to pick up items that had been knocked down and collect pots to stack them up in the kitchen.
Truth was, she was sure Ryder's home may have never been tidier than when she started helping him home, it wasn't that she had a cleaning problem or anything, just that mess bothered her. It was also the reason that thankfully her purse (that was almost 3 times the size of her) happened to contain spare outfits, just incase she should get into any bother at the bar. She took her moment of peace and got changed, brushing her hair and making herself presentable for the day ahead. A person would think that the cleaning of a house and a young girl getting herself ready would be enough time for the sullied hunter to awaken from his drunken slumber, especially when the morning was preparing to bow out and let noon take it's throne. Shaking her head and throwing her bag on her shoulder, she headed for the door.
This whole thing had started to get a little - intense. She knew she was better off out of there just as well as she knew that when he did wake, Ryder might not even remember her helping him. She was going to get out of there before he woke up , before he could start talking to her in his sober form and remind her why her smile lit up the room every time he walked into it. She was resolved, she was going to leave and she was going to get a coffee and she was going to do something that any normal girl her age would do. Like... Shop or.... Stare at boys in the park. Did girls really stare at boys in the park? God she hoped not. That would be beyond bizarre.
She got as far as the coffee cart outside Ryder's apartment block, ordering herself a coffee and a muffin and took exactly four steps before she stopped juggling her goods to rummage through her pocket for her phone. Dialling the last number she dialled, she knew who it would connect her to. She just stood there with it too her ear waiting for the gruff voice on the other end. "It's me, I'm was just gettin' me a cup o' coffee. You want somethin'?"