Lost and Found

7

Desmond ended up being the first to drink, seeming more than happy to do so.
Elyse stepped out to meet him in the front room, now wearing a basic red t shirt and some black sweat pants, which were ridiculously baggy on her, though at this point she didn't even mind.

Elyse had always loved the way she looked in red, the way it complimented her skin in any season, the pale of the winter or the sunkissed bronze that it was now. She couldn't help but wonder if Desmond had noticed.

She shook the intrusive thought from her mind and tried to focus back on the game of kings corners they were playing, which Desmond had just finished teaching to her, seeing that the only card games Elyse knew of were slap jack and go fish.
They played two rounds, Desmond won both of them, leading her to take a drink from the horrid brown liquor in the bottle that sat in the middle of the table.

"Alright this isn't fair! Can we play something else or are you just trying to get me wasted?"

She whined playfully, sticking out her bottom lip and looking up at him with her best puppy dog eyes.

"Don't give me that now I won fair and square! What do ya suggest we do then?"

He exclaimed before taking another large gulp from the bottle, of his own will.

Elyse thought for a moment and her mind went completely blank. She'd never been one to party or go out to bars. During her drinking days the goal was just to get drunk, there were no games involved..

"Maybe we should put on some music."

She suggested just as the idea popped into her head, remembering the record player in the front room. She figured no drunk person would ever turn down music, no matter the song.

"Aye, I like the way you think."

He patted the table like a drum before standing to his feet and heading to the record player.
He already seemed a bit more relaxed and excitable, Elyse supposed it was all the extra swigs of alcohol he'd taken. She wondered how some people could hold their alcohol so well, when she currently felt herself getting tipsy off the two gulps she's had.

"Do they have any good music down here?"

She called out from behind while she followed him to the front room, trying not to trip over her baggy sweat pants along the way.

"Well that would depend, do you like anythin from the 70s?"

He asked her with a chuckle before holding up a Rolling Stones record. She took notice of the way he looked at her now, with a grin so wide it was almost childlike. His warm, caramel eyes, were complimented, even more so than usual, by his tan skin in the dim lights of the room.

"I like all music really, but i'll admit I don't listen to a lot of 70s. Any music is better than no music at all I think."

She told him, trying to pull herself together while the alcohol in her system seemed to draw her to him like a magnet.

"What kind of music do you listen to?"

She added when he nodded in agreement and stuck the record in to play quietly before heading over to the brown leather couch, with Elyse following behind.

"Ah, same as you I suppose. Anythin. Though I think once I get out of here I might never listen to a band from the 70s again."

He explained, running a hand through his messy brown locks while he stared off in thought and took another swig from the bottle in his hand.

Elyse tried to force herself to think about other things, so that she could stop focusing on Desmond and how handsome he looked, and how much closer they were now on the couch than they were at the table earlier.
She began to wonder if there was a chance they'd be trapped down here forever. Her stomach dropped at the idea.