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[adrienmundi]

Some friends had asked me to the Vault one Saturday night. I like clubs, I like hanging out and drinking with friends, and more importantly, I had strong reason to suspect that she might be there. Just to confirm, I emailed to say that I would, indeed, be present (we'd been doing the email thing about once a day by this point).

About 45 minutes after I got there, who came rushing in but the reason for my being there? (I found out later that I was the only reason she was there) I quickly excused myself from my friends, and walked over to say hello: again, that smile. We sat on the sofa and chatted for hours, occasionally interrupted by someone's need to dance. It was during one of these that one of my friends let me know that they had been watching us, and commenting. In the oh-so-delicate phrasing of one of them, they couldn't figure out why the two of us were sitting there talking when it was perfectly clear that we both wanted to be in bed together. Despite that, when I left that evening, there was no kissing, just a quick hug. I can be a dumbass sometimes.

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[misterrain.livejournal.com]

In the oh-so-delicate phrasing of one of them, they couldn't figure out why the two of us were sitting there talking when it was perfectly clear that we both wanted to be in bed together.

Hey, I remember this -- that was me and Alice! I forget which one of us actually said it, but we can be frighteningly interchangeable at times....

[adrienmundi]

Yeah, I think one of you was shinier than the other that night; aside from that, well, I was a little distracted.