Thread: English 2352 {DearestDarling & Dane Stalling}

House music surged as the band took their break, some crappy mix of electronica and pop. Rosalie leaned forward slightly in her seat as he spoke, eager to catch every word, to learn why he had decided to see her here, this girl he hardly knew, that by all counts he should've loathed. He stammered his way through a half-assed answer-- so he did stalk her. Sort of. Had he gone through her pictures? Her statuses? She wondered what it could've revealed to him about her-- not much, if he still felt the draw to see her here. His thoughts seemed to jump all over the place, and even as she listened intently, she found him difficult to follow. Was it that he was drunk, that his words came out in a jumbled mess? Or was that just.... His life? Her gaze had softened a little . She should've felt a least a bit violated that he had checked up on her, and only her, but... Her eyes glittered with interest. Maybe he wasn't the rigid, stuffy professor she had taken him for... Or maybe he didn't want to be. Interesting. As he ruffled his hand through his thick, sandy-brown hair, for a moment she thought she saw him as Jessica did-- the most bangable professor on campus. Who doesn't know what capers are for? She wanted to laugh, but what if that sent him into some kind of mental breakdown? Treading carefully would probably be best... She touched the back of her hand to her lips to hide the smile. I'm glad you like the show. We play here pretty often... There, you have an excuse to come back now. She took another sip of her water, her pink tongue darting out to catch a stray drop on her lip. Maybe some time here will be good for you... You already look to be losing some of your... Inhibitions. She glanced pointedly at his lost tie, then smiled at him, her eyes too bright. Let me see what I can do with The Police. And here... Take this. She slid the rest of her water in front of him, the glass marked at the top where the heat of her lips had melted the condensation away. No more beers. I don't think your wife would appreciate you coming home sloppy drunk... With no capers. Rose, you finished yet? Alex called to her from across a sea of multi-colored heads, slamming a whiskey and Coke and gesturing to her. Come on. Break's over. I gotta go, Rosalie said, a bit needlessly, to her tipsy teacher. But I'll see you around? She stood, squeezing his shoulder gently as she passed him by, and shoved her way back to the stage. After a quick consultation with her fellow bandmates, they started up again, Alex's guitar ripping through the air and waking the crowd up from the dull daze that the bar Musak had put them in. It was a dark twist on a familiar melody, almost unrecognizable until Rosalie began to croon into her mic, almost pleading with the audience. She didn't know what Luke had been expecting-- 'Don't Stand So Close to Me', maybe?-- but as she had in class, she took his assignment and turned it on him. You consider me the young apprentice Caught between the Scylla and Charybdis. Hypnotized by you if I should linger Staring at the ring around your finger. I have only come here seeking knowledge, Things they would not teach me of in college. I can see the destiny you sold turned into a shining band of gold.... She didn't seek him out in the audience until she sang the last two lines, but then she turned her high-beams on him, as if he were the only one in this dirty, crowded bar. The twenty-somethings around him looked visibly unsettled, glancing back and forth between Rosalie and Luke, wondering what the fuck was going on.