The smile burst on to my face as I turned to see the cute blond to my side. I turn a little red, hoping it is masked by how wind-bitten my face must be, before I reply. "Sure does seem dat way." I give her a big grin, taking a couple steps forward with my bike, contemplating my luck. A cute girl, a drink, and a fire? Well, three out of four ain't bad. "I wouldn't say no to a spell 'round the fire." I push my bike a little closer to the large building. The snow-topped tavern sign read "The Tavern of Hell" and I chuckled a bit to myself.
Propping the bike against a nearby table, I stand up straight. I rub my hands together to generate a little heat, but I am distracted by the crick in my back. I make a show of twisting, this way and that, hearing the audible pops of my spine. It feels good not to be hunkered down over handlebars. "Dat dere is mighty kind of ya. I think I will, if you ain't minding." I take another step closer to the door, nearing closer to the woman. I offer a numb hand to my gracious host. "Name's Joseph, Joseph Watson. You'cn call me Cookie, near bout everyone does. And, who might I have the very fine pleasure of meetin'?"
I hope that my manners are well enough for these folks. I lick my cracked lips a bit before I smile again. The cold is still bitter against my skin, but it is better now, at least by a little. Eight miles walking alone makes me a little chatty, and it doesn't hurt that her smile is infectious.
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Date: 2010-02-06 10:10 pm (UTC)Propping the bike against a nearby table, I stand up straight. I rub my hands together to generate a little heat, but I am distracted by the crick in my back. I make a show of twisting, this way and that, hearing the audible pops of my spine. It feels good not to be hunkered down over handlebars. "Dat dere is mighty kind of ya. I think I will, if you ain't minding." I take another step closer to the door, nearing closer to the woman. I offer a numb hand to my gracious host. "Name's Joseph, Joseph Watson. You'cn call me Cookie, near bout everyone does. And, who might I have the very fine pleasure of meetin'?"
I hope that my manners are well enough for these folks. I lick my cracked lips a bit before I smile again. The cold is still bitter against my skin, but it is better now, at least by a little. Eight miles walking alone makes me a little chatty, and it doesn't hurt that her smile is infectious.