Home Alone

Bea wandered around the house, listless, and bored now that Ronnie had gone to work. All of her homework was done, she'd watched all her movies dozens of times, and she wasn't particularly hungry. She couldn't even work out - her knee had protested just a little too much recently, and needed a few days down time. She was bored, bored, bored.

Flopping down on the couch, she hung her head over the side, and caught a glimpse of the fridge, with its alphabet magnets. The N had fallen under the table.

That was sign enough for her. She called Nils. It was time to not be bored.

Nils had in fact just started his traditional single night in tradition of drinking till he was too drunk to remember why. Bea managed to catch him after just a couple glasses, and so he was perfectly lucid when he received her call.
Bored, huh? He was too. He walked over to Bea's place fairly quickly, just taking the time to check on Watson's food and water before heading over.
Within ten minutes, Nils was knocking on Bea's door. "Hello, Bea. Did you have anything in particular in mind, or are we winging it tonight?"

"Let's wing it, I don't know. The only thing I can think of is to get all slutted up and go clubbing, but I'm not even in the mood for that tonight, and I think you're way more likely to go home with a cute guy than I am." She sniffed his breath. "I see you've already started pregaming?"

Nils rolled his eyes. "Not with my string of luck lately. I mean, crap, 17 was bad, even for me!"
Nils blushed a little. He'd forgotten to do something about his breath. "I had a glass after dinner. No big deal." He couldn't help but squirm a little. He tried NOT to let people know he was drinking, but he was well aware it was his worst kept secret.
"So, other options for the night include what? We could watch movies, we could play a game, we could go somewhere..." He smiled. "The night is young. We have plenty of choices."

Bea pondered this, pacing around the kitchen in her bare feet. "You know what? You're right. The night's young, and so are we. Wanna go hit Northgate, or Downtown Bryan? We could go grab you a date at Halo or Revolutions or something, and I'm sure I could find something to string along for the evening."

Nils laughed. "Sure, we can hit Revolutions and bother Chrys if she's not too busy. But first we need to get you all dolled up, Bea."
Tonight might yet prove to be interesting, and if he got a date out of it, all the better. He would just have to make sure that Bea was similarly taken care of.

Bea gave a lopsided grin, and gestured towards her room. "Come on, then, you can help me pick something to wear." She opened the sliding doors to her closet, and began rifling through her hanging clothes. Holding up a short, ruffly skirt against her hips for a moment, she shucked off her jeans and began to change. "What do you think about this?"

Nils grinned. "Bea, that's perfect." He said, stepping forward and looking through her shirts, "We just have to find a top to go with it."
He rifled through for a moment, passing up all the tank tops and baggy t-shirts before holding up an Asian style silk kimono top he'd never seen before. "This. This is beautiful, why haven't I seen you wear this before?"

Bea smiled wryly. "Oh, that. That was a gift from an old fling, he had a serious asian fetish and wanted me to wear it and say all kinda crazy things when we boned. I took the shirt, but ditched the guy. Pretty sure I got the better end of the deal there."

Nils laughed. "Judging by the shirt, I'd say so." He told her, handing her the shirt once the skirt was on. "Put it on, you're gonna look hot tonight, dear."
He turned his attention to her hair as she changed, eyeing it thoughtfully. "We should do something with your hair. What do you have for it?"

Bea wiggled into the top, reaching in to adjust her cleavage, and looked thoughtfully towards her bathroom. "Not much, honestly. Blow dryer, straightener, curling iron, that sort of thing. A couple different kinds of products. Nothing like what Ronnie's got."

Nils headed into her bathroom to take a look, motioning for Bea to follow. "Maybe a bun, with that outfit. Come here, and I'll take care of it."

Bea took a seat by the mirror and relaxed. "You know, I love it when people play with my hair. We should totally do this more often."

Nils laughed. "Sure, Bea. I don't mind helping people get all dressed up. It's fun." He picked up the brush and started working the knots out of her hair as he spoke. "Besides, I've got to get you all dolled up so we can find you someone tonight. When I'm done with you, they'll all be begging to come home with you."

She grinned, eyes still closed. "Let 'em beg. I just want to break a few hearts tonight, you know? Dance with a stranger, get bought a few drinks, maybe some hot makeouts in the parking lot. Nothing serious." She sighed, and her smile got a little sadder. "Sometimes I think it'd be nice to date again, but with school and work and the game, I'm just too busy. How do you do it, Nils? I mean, no offense intended, but you've got hordes of guys banging down your door, and you always have time for just random hanging out like this. Don't you ever sleep?"

Nils blushed. "I'd hardly call it hordes of guys, Bea." He protested, reaching over to plug in her straightener. "I spend plenty of time single. And time management isn't so much a problem, my work doesn't take up as much time as yours. Neither do my classes." He shrugged as he brushed her hair. "I sleep, just probably not as much as you.