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You can never have too many classic rock one shots, can y...
Muse: Italian Actress Ines Pellegrini Musician: English Singer/ Songwriter, Actor and Drummer of The Beatles, Ringo Starr Time: Late Sixties
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Anyone looking at a snapshot of this moment would think it was nearing night. The thought made her giggle, sweating Heineken in hand. It was early in the morning, the sun was rising and painting the sky with purples, pinks and oranges. She sat atop a rocky hill drinking a beer that, to her distaste, was starting to warm. At her feet sat a mostly untouched box of vegetarian pizza; Anais' ultimate drinking food of choice.
She bathed in the budding warmth of the rising sun, eyes closed as she took another generous swig from the green glass bottle. The semi-cool liquid wasn't as delicious or refreshing as it had been when she first took her seat on the flattened rock, but she'd make do.
The subtle bing of glass being set against stone rung through the silence of the early day, echoing among the trees scattered behind her. The girl's hands clasped into each other, huffing as her back curved in perturbed leisure. "God, work is such a fucking pain." Her hand reached out for the beer again, but before she could grab it, her head snapped in the direction of the sound of footsteps.
The satin material of her lime and gold kaftan twisted with the movement, distorting the bronze abstract images embroidered onto the fabric.
As dead leaves crunched under the stranger's clothed feet, Anais wondered who else was crazy enough to be up here this early. The trail was brutal, so joggers avoided it, and all non-joggers would be asleep or stuck in traffic on their way to a long day of work.
"Don't be alarmed, I only want to watch the sunrise." A man trudged from the shrubs with his hands in the air, lazy smile tucked underneath his mustache. Anais visibly relaxed, turning back away from him and towards the city. She grabbed the glass that was placed to her right, assuming he'd want to sit there.
As she'd predicted, the suit-clad figure silently took the spot beside the girl, who was hiding her amusement at his apparel behind a sip of Heineken.
The earthly view before them looked as though it had it's saturation turned up to 100 — at least, that's what Anais thought. They enjoyed it's beauty for however long, not acknowledging the other's presence until the brown-haired man's comment. "Quite early to be drinking."
A playful expression painted Anais' face as she shifted to view the man who was already turned to her. "Quite overdressed to watch a sunrise." He looked down and tugged at the tweed material of his grayish-green tux, laughter on his tongue.
"I've somewhere to be in a matter of hours." It wasn't possible to neglect noticing the vibrant blue of his downturned eyes. Anais thought that they reminded her of a puppy. She replied with an unenthused 'As do I', mood dampened by the reminder of her obligations.
She'd noticed his accent but said nothing. She was used to tourists and expats. After all, it's Los Angeles — most people are from somewhere else... with the exception of Anais, of course. She was born in the City of Angels and raised in Anaheim.
