Static Shock (Dalton Rapattoni)

Stick Around

Nyctophilia
(n.) the love of darkness or night. Finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness.

Chapter Four.

Dalton was sitting on his phone scrolling through twitter when a soft knock rang was heard. A small smile decorated his pale face and he got off his bar stool and answered the door.

"Hello Kiera!" Dalton chirped happily, his fingers instinctively running through his bleached blonde hair. "Come on in," he stood out of the door way and gestured for her to walk right in.

"Hello, Dalton." Kiera said, a shy smile pulled on the corners of her lips and she walked past him and came to stand in the middle of the living room.

Dalton shut the door behind him; his sea green eyes studied Kiera's form before coming to rest on his guitar that was lying on the couch to her right. He walked over to his counter and propped himself up on it. "Have I ever told you I like your hair, a lot?"

Kiera turned, carmel eyes meeting his gaze, automatically her thin fingers ran nervously over her long, purple hair. The corners of her lips twitched, almost, almost being pulled into another smile. "I don't believe you have."

"Hm, well. That's a problem." Dalton leaned back slightly, "Because it really suits you. You make that color work." He winked playfully and grinned as her cheeks turned a pale shade of pink.

"Uh, thanks."

Dalton waved his hand, "Ah, don't mention it." He pulled the sleeve of his flannel up and glanced at a nonexistent watch. He let out an amused snort before pulling out his phone. "Well, we have a little bit of time to kill before we have to get ready." He tapped his index finger to his chin, "I can order some pizza and we can watch a movie, then we'll get ready to go."

"Sounds like a plan." Kiera said as she set her backpack onto the ground beside the couch.

Dalton nodded; they quickly decided on cheese pizza and watching Avengers: Age of Ultron. Dalton quickly noted that his friend was very fond of Quicksilver. He chuckled as he listen to her go on about the comics and so on and so forth. "Let me make a call real fast, then we'll get started."

The phone rang three times before the person on the other end answer.

"Hello," Dalton muttered and shoved his free hand into his pocket.

"Oh, thank Geesus!"

Dalton rolled his eyes, "Gosh Samuel, who knew you were such trash?" The teasing was clear in his voice.

"Oh f-" Dalton pulled the phone away for a second, "you." Dalton grinned widely, glancing over at Kiera and earning an amused smile.

"Anyhow, I want you to wear your dark jeans, with a black band tee, and your floral flannel thing."

"Alright, boss. So, what do you want my female friend to wear?"

Dalton chuckled as Kiera started to cough. "What?!" She whispered. Dalton shook his head at her, placing a finger against his lips, "Shh."

"Dalton, what girl? You didn't ask about bringing a friend."