Contagious Chemistry.
Pennod Tri.
After hauling her items into the bedroom for the evening and sitting for a moment or two, pondering her surroundings, Alfie began to smile. The room was modestly laid out with three separate beds all laid in a row next to one another with pristine white sheets almost glowing under the soothing illumination of a bedside lamp resting on one of the modern looking tables between the three beds. The carpet was clean looking beige that sunk between her bare toes slowly – almost luxuriously. A dark wooden desk sat across from the beds, the hotel’s personal stationary adorning the polished top, and a huge flat screen television was positioned above them, looking down on the three beds almost invitingly.
Lying back onto the bed with a soft sigh, she decided that she liked the roadie lifestyle already if it meant staying in places like these. Alfie’s soft blue eyes lolled shut for a moment or two as she breathed in the cooled air and just rested her aching figure.
“Whoa!”
Jolting up all-too suddenly, Alfie fell off the bed with a thump that landed her in a jumbled heap between the two beds, one leg strewn up onto the softness on which she lay moments earlier. Scrambling nervously up onto her knees, she peered curiously over the top of the bed to direction of where the voice had come.
“Who’re you?” the man in the doorway of the bathroom scowled.
He was a good looking lad, if she did say so herself. He was dark-skinned and rippled with almost visible muscles that were glistening with the remaining sheen of a shower. His cropped, dark brown hair was scrubbed at viciously by a white hotel towel that made a rustling sound whenever its starched fabric brushed together. Chocolate eyes glistened over as he glided them up and down Alfie’s figure curiously as she slowly stood to her feet.
Tucking a stray hair behind her ear, Alfie spoke quietly, shyly. “I – I’m Alfie,” she stammered.
The man pointed. “But you’re a chick?”
His American accent made her mouth water slightly as she licked her full, chapped lips suddenly devoid of moisture as the man shifted from one foot to the other as if to shift his weight around. He was leaning against the doorframe of the steaming bathroom, almost blocking her escape.
“Yes. I’m the new roadie. I, uh, I have ID?” She felt like she was going out on the town for the first time all over-again.
The man frowned for a moment. “Well that’s an unexpected surprise. I’m Lucas by the way.”
As Lucas held his hand out towards Alfie, scanning his eyes over the staff-pass she had since brandished to him, the towel wrapped loosely around his pelvic bones dropped to the floor with a wet thump – revealing everything to a shock Alfie who jumped and turned around with a girlish shriek. Luckily, living in a house full of men, she’d lost her shyness towards the situation, having been forced to lose her dignity on more than one occasion where someone has walked in on her and vice versa.
The man was laughing crudely, throwing the pass down on the nearest bed and picking up the towel with a lazy hand as he judged her behind carefully. Throwing the wet article over his broad, tattooed shoulder, Lucas sauntered across the room towards the bed furthest away from the door with a large duffel bag and a rucksack carelessly dumped upon it.
“You can look now,” he called towards the shy woman looking in every direction but the one that led to his half naked frame bent over the bed. “Are you coming down to the bar or you gonna rest it up?”
His whisky coloured eyes adored and were lined with thick black lashes. Thin pink lips tugged into a brotherly smirk that tinkered with her heartstrings as she looked in his direction for the first time since their brief greeting. Alfie’s mouth opened and closed as she thoughtfully pondered the situation carefully. She knew she should be sensible and get some sleep, but the temptation of those wiggling eyebrows on Lucas’s face were all too much for her self-control.
Sighing, Alfie smiled slowly. “I dunno,” was her shy reply.
“Come on. It’ll be fun, I promise!
Alfie looked at her newly acquired friend and smiled softly with the reluctance in her eyes receding back into the very depths of her mind. With an exasperated sight that heaved from her aching chest and a smile that brightened the mellow room, Alfie nodded her head.
“I’ll meet you down there,” she said and quickly scampered off into the bathroom.
Lucas smiled gently and stared at the door that had just shut with adoring eyes. Yes, he thought with his gentle lips still curled sensually into that soft smile, this tour definitely is going to be interesting.
When Alfie returned to the bar after a quick shower and change of clothing from her sweaty jumper into a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a baggy shirt with her hair covered by her favourite purple beanie hat she’d stolen from one of her brothers, she noticed that everything had seemingly cooled off a little and people were beginning to head out of the door into the briskly cooling dusk settling over the city of Los Angeles. Her blue orbs scanned the hotel bar for a familiar face as she fiddled nervously with the staff ID she’d brought along with her.
A firm hand grasped her shoulder suddenly. They put their weight down slowly upon her short height and almost crouched down to meet her eyes with their mirroringly blue orbs. A smile crept up onto the long, pale face covered by a pair of glasses that were thin-framed and ebony black.
“Well,” he spoke in a smooth American accent. “What do we have here?”
His tattooed hands wiggled with grubby, chipping black nails that glinted in the lighting of the bar that was oddly quiet now the majority of the hustle and bustle had been either shooed out into the night to enjoy their festivities or trudged their way up to their beds to relax into an uneventful slumber.
Alfie proffered her ID to the man above with a dry mouth opening and closing silently for a moment or two. She found her voice after what seemed like an eternity of him studying the picture on the identification and comparing it to the model before him.
“I’m Alfie. I’m new.”
The man chuckled lowly in his throat and stared down on her from his height. Dark hair seemed to almost surround his porcelain features, sticking out in odd directions. His adoring ocean orbs covered her body in a glaze that felt like glue on her flesh.
“I can see that,” he finally spoke with a tug at the corner of his pierced lips. “You’re John’s niece, right?”
Slowly, Alfie nodded. “Yeah.”
“You better come with me then.” The man above her wiggled his inked fingers in an inviting manner with a garish smile that oddly comforted the butterflies stirring in her unnerved stomach.
Alfie followed her newly acquired companion obediently towards a table where her uncle was leaning back in his chair with his head leaning against the wall behind the table and his eyes lolling closed in an intoxicated trance. An empty pint glass was stood in front of him.
“Hey Uncle John,” Alfie shyly prodded towards the man, causing him to lurch forward and pry open his bleary eyes.
He smiled. “Hey Alfie, come meet the lads.”
But the man behind her was already shoving her into a seat in the centre of the row between an empty chair and a man who was equally as tall but more built up and looked down on her with widened brown orbs that absorbed her dignity. His face was rounder and dimples shoved their way into his cheeks when he smiled down on her like a big brother would to their younger sibling on their first day of school.
“Hi Alfie,” the man beside her spoke and held a huge hand out towards her. “I’m Matt.”
Alfie murmured a shy greeting and looked at her uncle who’d fallen asleep once more. Nervously she looked down at her hands which had folded into her lap, eyeing them to the most miniscule detail of the lithe white scar that swirled in a zigzag over the fleshless joint of her centre finger, just below the nail.
“So you’re the new roadie, huh?”
The man she’d seen before was soon sat the other side of her, a pint of what looked like cider in his hand. He slid the pint glass across the table towards her with a cheeky wink and took a deep slug of his Guinness. Cautiously, Alfie took a sip of the drink.
“Yeah,” she answered. “I guess so. Are you two working with me?”
Matt and the man beside her shared a glance before chuckling at an inside joke. A blush began to creep up her neck towards her cheeks.
“Something like that,” Matt said, patting Alfie’s shoulder. “We’re the band, sweetie.”
It was now that Alfie turned a bright red and looked down into the golden bubbles of her pint childishly. Her cheeks were a similar shade to the lipstick of a burlesque dancer prancing around a stage and her hair fell down to cover the embarrassment.
“Sorry,” she almost whispered. “I’ve been living in a cave for a while.”
The man beside her who was still unknown laughed heartily and wrapped a long arm around her shoulders to drag her closer into his warm side. She felt oddly at home tucked under the bicep of the newfound friend who still hadn’t acquired a name.
“I like you. I’m Jimmy.” His grin was a confirmation of their newly forged friendship.
Alfie smiled brightly and took a sip of her poison. Her lips were glossy with alcohol now and her mind slightly clouded as the intoxication lined her empty stomach. She could normally handle her drinks pretty well, but tonight with little in her stomach and an empty mind, she was away with the fairies. As if to accentuate her empty stomach, it gave a growl.
“Sounds like someone’s hungy.” Matt jeeringly prodded her arm.
Alfie placed a hand on her stomach. “A little,” she admitted. “I can’t eat airplane food.”
“Well!” Jimmy exclaimed and stood from the table with such a force that it almost tipped forwards into her uncle’s stomach. “Let’s go get some food. I’mma show you how to eat American!”
Nervously, Alfie looked towards Matt who was chuckling softly and rubbing her shoulder in a soothing manner as whisky coloured eyes glazed down on her in a brotherly fashion. His dimples hollowed into his cheeks caused bulging apples to grow beneath his smile-squinted orbs. Matt settled his hat back on his head and called over to some guys stood at the bar.
That was when she saw them. Those huge, green eyes.
Lying back onto the bed with a soft sigh, she decided that she liked the roadie lifestyle already if it meant staying in places like these. Alfie’s soft blue eyes lolled shut for a moment or two as she breathed in the cooled air and just rested her aching figure.
“Whoa!”
Jolting up all-too suddenly, Alfie fell off the bed with a thump that landed her in a jumbled heap between the two beds, one leg strewn up onto the softness on which she lay moments earlier. Scrambling nervously up onto her knees, she peered curiously over the top of the bed to direction of where the voice had come.
“Who’re you?” the man in the doorway of the bathroom scowled.
He was a good looking lad, if she did say so herself. He was dark-skinned and rippled with almost visible muscles that were glistening with the remaining sheen of a shower. His cropped, dark brown hair was scrubbed at viciously by a white hotel towel that made a rustling sound whenever its starched fabric brushed together. Chocolate eyes glistened over as he glided them up and down Alfie’s figure curiously as she slowly stood to her feet.
Tucking a stray hair behind her ear, Alfie spoke quietly, shyly. “I – I’m Alfie,” she stammered.
The man pointed. “But you’re a chick?”
His American accent made her mouth water slightly as she licked her full, chapped lips suddenly devoid of moisture as the man shifted from one foot to the other as if to shift his weight around. He was leaning against the doorframe of the steaming bathroom, almost blocking her escape.
“Yes. I’m the new roadie. I, uh, I have ID?” She felt like she was going out on the town for the first time all over-again.
The man frowned for a moment. “Well that’s an unexpected surprise. I’m Lucas by the way.”
As Lucas held his hand out towards Alfie, scanning his eyes over the staff-pass she had since brandished to him, the towel wrapped loosely around his pelvic bones dropped to the floor with a wet thump – revealing everything to a shock Alfie who jumped and turned around with a girlish shriek. Luckily, living in a house full of men, she’d lost her shyness towards the situation, having been forced to lose her dignity on more than one occasion where someone has walked in on her and vice versa.
The man was laughing crudely, throwing the pass down on the nearest bed and picking up the towel with a lazy hand as he judged her behind carefully. Throwing the wet article over his broad, tattooed shoulder, Lucas sauntered across the room towards the bed furthest away from the door with a large duffel bag and a rucksack carelessly dumped upon it.
“You can look now,” he called towards the shy woman looking in every direction but the one that led to his half naked frame bent over the bed. “Are you coming down to the bar or you gonna rest it up?”
His whisky coloured eyes adored and were lined with thick black lashes. Thin pink lips tugged into a brotherly smirk that tinkered with her heartstrings as she looked in his direction for the first time since their brief greeting. Alfie’s mouth opened and closed as she thoughtfully pondered the situation carefully. She knew she should be sensible and get some sleep, but the temptation of those wiggling eyebrows on Lucas’s face were all too much for her self-control.
Sighing, Alfie smiled slowly. “I dunno,” was her shy reply.
“Come on. It’ll be fun, I promise!
Alfie looked at her newly acquired friend and smiled softly with the reluctance in her eyes receding back into the very depths of her mind. With an exasperated sight that heaved from her aching chest and a smile that brightened the mellow room, Alfie nodded her head.
“I’ll meet you down there,” she said and quickly scampered off into the bathroom.
Lucas smiled gently and stared at the door that had just shut with adoring eyes. Yes, he thought with his gentle lips still curled sensually into that soft smile, this tour definitely is going to be interesting.
When Alfie returned to the bar after a quick shower and change of clothing from her sweaty jumper into a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a baggy shirt with her hair covered by her favourite purple beanie hat she’d stolen from one of her brothers, she noticed that everything had seemingly cooled off a little and people were beginning to head out of the door into the briskly cooling dusk settling over the city of Los Angeles. Her blue orbs scanned the hotel bar for a familiar face as she fiddled nervously with the staff ID she’d brought along with her.
A firm hand grasped her shoulder suddenly. They put their weight down slowly upon her short height and almost crouched down to meet her eyes with their mirroringly blue orbs. A smile crept up onto the long, pale face covered by a pair of glasses that were thin-framed and ebony black.
“Well,” he spoke in a smooth American accent. “What do we have here?”
His tattooed hands wiggled with grubby, chipping black nails that glinted in the lighting of the bar that was oddly quiet now the majority of the hustle and bustle had been either shooed out into the night to enjoy their festivities or trudged their way up to their beds to relax into an uneventful slumber.
Alfie proffered her ID to the man above with a dry mouth opening and closing silently for a moment or two. She found her voice after what seemed like an eternity of him studying the picture on the identification and comparing it to the model before him.
“I’m Alfie. I’m new.”
The man chuckled lowly in his throat and stared down on her from his height. Dark hair seemed to almost surround his porcelain features, sticking out in odd directions. His adoring ocean orbs covered her body in a glaze that felt like glue on her flesh.
“I can see that,” he finally spoke with a tug at the corner of his pierced lips. “You’re John’s niece, right?”
Slowly, Alfie nodded. “Yeah.”
“You better come with me then.” The man above her wiggled his inked fingers in an inviting manner with a garish smile that oddly comforted the butterflies stirring in her unnerved stomach.
Alfie followed her newly acquired companion obediently towards a table where her uncle was leaning back in his chair with his head leaning against the wall behind the table and his eyes lolling closed in an intoxicated trance. An empty pint glass was stood in front of him.
“Hey Uncle John,” Alfie shyly prodded towards the man, causing him to lurch forward and pry open his bleary eyes.
He smiled. “Hey Alfie, come meet the lads.”
But the man behind her was already shoving her into a seat in the centre of the row between an empty chair and a man who was equally as tall but more built up and looked down on her with widened brown orbs that absorbed her dignity. His face was rounder and dimples shoved their way into his cheeks when he smiled down on her like a big brother would to their younger sibling on their first day of school.
“Hi Alfie,” the man beside her spoke and held a huge hand out towards her. “I’m Matt.”
Alfie murmured a shy greeting and looked at her uncle who’d fallen asleep once more. Nervously she looked down at her hands which had folded into her lap, eyeing them to the most miniscule detail of the lithe white scar that swirled in a zigzag over the fleshless joint of her centre finger, just below the nail.
“So you’re the new roadie, huh?”
The man she’d seen before was soon sat the other side of her, a pint of what looked like cider in his hand. He slid the pint glass across the table towards her with a cheeky wink and took a deep slug of his Guinness. Cautiously, Alfie took a sip of the drink.
“Yeah,” she answered. “I guess so. Are you two working with me?”
Matt and the man beside her shared a glance before chuckling at an inside joke. A blush began to creep up her neck towards her cheeks.
“Something like that,” Matt said, patting Alfie’s shoulder. “We’re the band, sweetie.”
It was now that Alfie turned a bright red and looked down into the golden bubbles of her pint childishly. Her cheeks were a similar shade to the lipstick of a burlesque dancer prancing around a stage and her hair fell down to cover the embarrassment.
“Sorry,” she almost whispered. “I’ve been living in a cave for a while.”
The man beside her who was still unknown laughed heartily and wrapped a long arm around her shoulders to drag her closer into his warm side. She felt oddly at home tucked under the bicep of the newfound friend who still hadn’t acquired a name.
“I like you. I’m Jimmy.” His grin was a confirmation of their newly forged friendship.
Alfie smiled brightly and took a sip of her poison. Her lips were glossy with alcohol now and her mind slightly clouded as the intoxication lined her empty stomach. She could normally handle her drinks pretty well, but tonight with little in her stomach and an empty mind, she was away with the fairies. As if to accentuate her empty stomach, it gave a growl.
“Sounds like someone’s hungy.” Matt jeeringly prodded her arm.
Alfie placed a hand on her stomach. “A little,” she admitted. “I can’t eat airplane food.”
“Well!” Jimmy exclaimed and stood from the table with such a force that it almost tipped forwards into her uncle’s stomach. “Let’s go get some food. I’mma show you how to eat American!”
Nervously, Alfie looked towards Matt who was chuckling softly and rubbing her shoulder in a soothing manner as whisky coloured eyes glazed down on her in a brotherly fashion. His dimples hollowed into his cheeks caused bulging apples to grow beneath his smile-squinted orbs. Matt settled his hat back on his head and called over to some guys stood at the bar.
That was when she saw them. Those huge, green eyes.
Love this.. more please
8/15/14