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ambrosia and zombies

Watching Wesley try to stuff his large self into my tiny car was rather hilarious. Once he had though I passed him the aux cord. If he wouldn't speak maybe I could learn more about him through his music taste. The thought had crossed my mind that maybe I shouldn't be inviting a strange man to my apartment late at night. Especially one that hadn't said a word to me but I felt like I could trust him, that or my sudden horniness is clouding my brain. If he turned out to be a bad guy I had pepper spray and a taser. Give me a break though he was wearing a vintage nirvana shirt. One from their last tour in 1994, one that even I didn't have in my extensive collection. I would bet money it was real vintage too.

Okay, dee calm down, stop letting your shopping addiction take over your brain. As I pulled myself out of my reverie I realized he had turned on cigarettes after sex, specifically the song 'nothings gonna hurt you baby', and holy shit I think I just heard my ovaries screaming. "I love this band. I listen to them constantly when it's starting to get cold like this. It does make me laugh when I think of the fact that this ethereal beautiful voice is an actual person and his name is Greg." I look over and see his lips slightly quirk up at that. Okay, another half smirk or whatever the hell you wanna call it, ill take what I can get.

"I only live a couple of blocks over. When we get there and we start playing Mario kart you better pick a good character because I will be judging you hard. If you pick a bad one I might kick you out and make you walk back to wherever you came from." I heard a puff of air coming from his nose like a semi-laugh. I wonder what his full belly laugh sounds like. Then I start wondering about his voice in general. Maybe it would be like that scene in grownups when there's that beefcake at the water park and he finally comes over and has that high-pitched chipmunk voice. I don't think I would be able to hold it together if that happened to be what his voice sounds like.

"I also should warn you my dog is vicious she might eat your face off if you get too close to her." He nodded along, switching the song to lovers rock by tv girl. "So you're really into dream pop? I honestly wouldn't have guessed." I said only to be met with silence again. Unless he's trying to say something with his choices like maybe he wants to kiss by the end of this song like the lyrics say. No dee he just is probably choosing dreamy, low-energy music to fit the mood. "We're here. Let's run, it's cold as shit outside." Grabbing his wrist I took off toward my apartment building.

Once up the stairs and in the safety and warmth of the pocket-sized apartment I called for Stevie. She came running toward me tail wagging in the little black sweater I had put on her this morning. I picked her up and we said our hellos as Wesley had a look around. "Make yourself comfortable, I'm gonna go get changed real quick. And seriously Stevie is a killer be careful around her."

I went to my bedroom and changed into light grey sweats and my previously mentioned acdc hoodie that I actually wanted to wear tonight. It was so comfortable plus it was loose enough I didn't have to wear a bra. Going back into the living room/ kitchen area I saw Wesley on my couch with Stevie flopped back in his arms like a newborn baby while he scratched her belly. Never thought I'd be jealous of my dog but I guess there's a first for everything.

"Oh my god, Stevie! You little traitor! You're supposed to be the protector of this home. I can't believe you just roll over for the first pretty blue eyes you see!" Oh, shit did I say that out loud... yikes okay. "Jesus it's so cold in here," I said kicking the radiator again. Oh well, I set up the Nintendo Switch and look back at Wesley. He was looking at me. Good sweet lord, it's like he's looking into my soul.

"Now seriously don't feel bad when I beat you. I know it might be a blow to your self-esteem but I'm basically ranked nationally at this point." He raised his eyebrow and held out his hand at that. Oh so he thinks he's better than me, well we'll just see about that. I handed him the controller and we went through the motions of picking our bikes and characters. I picked princess Rosalina of course and he picked Waluigi. I pursed my lips and said nothing as he looked over at me while he picked it. The three best characters are Rosalina, Waluigi, and King boo, but I would not give him the satisfaction. Now was the time to have my poker face on and be focused.