Carter Roth
Carter had been absent, absent from the city, absent for the circles of the nation that he had tended to travel in, and had lost contact with those who had come to mean something to him, even if it had been only in little ways. But he was back now, back in the city by the bay and he had to reconnect, make amends to those he had left behind in a that brief moment. Izzy was one of them.
He approached the doorway to her apartment with apprehension bubbling in his mind, the last time he had seen the detective she had been distraught, downright near to the breaking point, and he had promised her aid, promised her he would spread the word of her situation to those who might be able to help….he was uncertain as to what had happened in the aftermath.
He strode up to the door then and took a breath before cutting the internal tension by knocking, no retreat now, hopefully she was home…hopefully she was sane…hopefully…hopefully she was alright.
Izzy Montoya
She hadn’t been alright when he last saw her, not by a long shot. And it had gotten worse, and worse, until everyone was waiting to see if she would put a bullet in her brain. No one knows just how close she came though – no one at all. She had, as with most things, had to fight through it on her own. WHen Kelly did whatever he did, and finally managed to quiet her mind, she was finally able to start her recovery. She hasn’t made it back to work yet, though. That’s next week. For now, she’s still trying to put the pieces together, and survive.
The nightmares are the worst. She hasn’t had them this bad for years.
When she opens the door, it’s clear she’s been through the wringer – she’s not been sleeping still, until she’s exhausted, and the bags under her eyes have luggage of their own. She lost weight too, and has yet to put it back on – and she was never very big to begin with. Her tank top and jeans hang on her loosely, and her feet are bare.
All told, she looks better, but no where near recovered or alright.
“Mr. Roth.”
Carter Roth
“Thats Officer Roth, Detective Montoya.” He says with the slightest of smirks, trying to lighten the situation immediately, knowing now that while she was not horrible…Izzy was still not at her best. He takes a moment to appraise her, to take in the look of her.
“I see you’ve changed your look.” He said calmly as he held up a bottle of fine whiskey cupping the bottom with his other hand.
“Sorry I ain’t been about…..things got…complicated.”
Izzy Montoya
She drops her gaze to the bottle, and then back up to meet his gaze briefly, lips curling into the smallest of smirks. “An apology bottle.” A beat, and then she turns to push the door open farther and makes her way back to the couch where she’d been curled up in the corner. She settles down, and grabs her pack and lighter before gesturing him in.
“It’s a start.” She snorts though, as he says things got complicated. “Do tell.”
Carter Roth
Carter almost thought she might take the bottle close the door and leave his ass on the porch step, not because he was some asshole lover or just a dumb ass…but because he had promised help, had promised hed be there to help the woman through….and he hadn’t been.
But she opens the door and steps back, letting him, letting him have a chance and he followed her through into the room closing the door behind him. He kicked off his boots and after a few moments moved to the couch setting the bottle down on the coffee table before them, dead center between them, like some kind of center line at a sports event.
“To keep it straight and simple? I got my assed mated, ended up outta the city for a while…then the woman went and died.” He said with a slow nod. “Not to mention all that Fae shit.” He said abruptly, upfront…he never took Izzy as the sort that would want to dance around the issues.
His glance was kept sidelong as he watched the woman, took in how she sat, how she looked at him, wondering how much damage hed done to a decent friendship. “I promised you help…I fucked up on that when I didn’t deliver….I’m sorry for that.” He said slowly, ensuring that the apology was heard, was delivered as he had intended…it had been his fault afterall.
Izzy Montoya
He sits down, and places the bottle between them, a center line that he’s afraid to cross, a center mark that she may never reach for. He tells his story abruptly, quickly, all but the last, all but the real reason he’s here. And she watches him, with cigarette and lighter dangling from her fingers, her elbows braced on he knees.
Bent as she is, it’s easy to see the line of her spine through the thin material of her tank top, and imagine that counting her ribs – something that had never been difficult before – would be just as easy. She is almost gaunt, though there is at least evidence around that she’s been trying to eat at last. Finally.
She makes a non-commital sound at the story of his mating, and all the fae shit. She is still somewhat outside of the loop, having avoided the meetings now that whatever switch Kelly had turned off had worked. She wants nothing to do with any of them. They almost let her die rather than help.
He almost let her die.
She came so very close to pulling that trigger… they’ll never know exactly HOW close…
She finally lights her cigarette, takes a drag and drops the lighter on the table, before she settles back into the couch, and pulls her feet up to rest on the edge. If she realized how protective a move it could be interpreted to be, she never would do it, but she is still not quite what she was. Not yet – and possibly not ever.
“Alright” Is what she says, at last. “Adara was around. Then some big wig was able to switch it off a couple weeks ago.” All that time – and she’s only been ok for a couple weeks. No wonder she looks like shit.
Carter Roth
Adara had made it, at the very least he had done some good, he had gotten the alpha of the pack to come and see her…though it was unlikely that it had done any real good, the blame still lay with him though, he had seen her, knew how bad off she was….and he had left her to deal with it on her own….
“I’m glad Adara made it…she had promised me she would look in on you, try to help….and its good that you got the problem dealt with.” He said almost awkwardly….Carter was not the sort of man who was used to failing, to letting someone down, not a buddy, an aquaintence, and certainly not someone like Izzy…but here he was.
“I ain’t gonna ask for you forgiveness, way you were.” He shook his head. “It was shit of me to disappear, and if I were you, I wouldn’t give it either, hell I don’t know if I’d have even let me walk through that door.” He said briefly gesturing to the doorway as he smelt her cigarettes for the first time.
He inhaled that smell, drew it deep and let it out slowly, almost with a sigh. “Fuck me its been a while since I’ve smelled a decent cigarette.”
Izzy Montoya
Its been a while since he’s smelled a decent cigarette. She smirks, and reaches out with a foot to nudge the pack his direction, before pulling back to the couch again. She takes another drag, and exhales slowly, as she watches him. Her eyes are dark as ever – and haunted now, more than before. IT clearly got worse before it got better, and she still pays the price. Every day.
It was shit of him to disappear. She is quiet a moment longer, and then… “No one knows as good as me that we don’t always got a choice.”
She misses Chicago. MIsses Kora even, and the way she let Izzy just… be. This move… she regrets it, every time she sees Derek, and he ignores her very existence. She shakes her head slightly, again.
“Shit happens. I survived.”
Carter Roth
It was not forgiveness, and it never would be, but there is acceptance, hell the woman even pushes her cigarette pack over towards him, and after a moments thought Carter picked up the pack and pulled one free, taking a moment to look at it like he didn’t know what to do with it, before he jammed it in his mouth and pulled out a lighter, setting the end ablaze and drawing deep of the tabacco and chemicals.
A moment later he sighs, smoke escaping his lips as he nodded to Izzy in thanks. “Can’t believe I ever tried to quit these things. What an idiot plan.” He said with a grating chuckle as he turned slightly towards her.
“You have gotta be the toughest, stonecold bitch I have ever met Izzy Montoya.” He said with a shake of his head. “Your would give every single one of the army women I know a run for their money and in the end, probably leave them in your wake.”
He stretches out then, a direct opposite to Izzy as she sat curled on the couch itself. A fact that does not go unnoticed. “I do realize you now own my ass for this fuck up….so if theres anything you need…you just dial…you know that right?”
Izzy Montoya
She smirks, briefly, as he says it was an idiot plan to quit. “S’why i never fuckin try.” And then he’s giving her a compliment that to anyone else wouldn’t be taken with such aplomb, or even a hint of pride in the darkest depths of her haunted gaze. Her smirk curves into an almost smile, though it fades away again fast enough he has to wonder if he saw it at all.
“If I had a nickle for every fuckin’ time I’ve heard that… It’s part of my fuckin’ charm.” She turns her gaze away from him though, and toward the window, staring out into the night for a moment, before she nods. She knows. It’s not in he to ask for help though – he knows that all too well. Even at her worst, she didn’t want to accept help. Even at the lowest, before Kelly stepped in, she wanted to handle it on her own.
Fenrir stubbornness, epitomized.
“Crack the bottle then.” She turns back to him, and gestures toward the bottle, with that little smirk.
Carter Roth
‘Crack the bottle’ she tells him, and without a moments notice a knife is produced, flicked open and Carter goes about tearing apart the wax seal on the bottle, pulling the remnants free before he manages to unstopper the thing and take a whiff.
“Whoo…this stuff should have us feeling no pain in no time.” He says as he smirks full on, offering the bottle to her. “Stonecold bitches first of course.” He says as he waits for her to take it, waits for her to accept…the line was moving now, the question of course…was where would it stop.
Izzy Montoya
He says it’ll have them feeling no pain, and that gets a brief huff of amusement from the Fenrir. At least he didn’t buy the cheap shit to woo himself back into her good graces. She waits a moment, and then reaches to take the bottle. If her hands tremble a little still, she doesn’t mention it – and he would do well not to, too. She lifts the bottle to her mouth, and takes a swallow or three, before making a face, and handing it back to him…
“Now we’re fuckin talkin. You’re buyin dinner too.” She nods toward the pile of take out menues on the counter – because she still doesn’t cook – and runs her free hand through her hair briefly. Then, curiosity gets the better of her… “Who they fuckin’ mate you too?”
Carter Roth
Carter chuckled as Izzy approved, the chuckle held even as she spoke about him buying dinner, far as he knew, everytime they got together it would be this way from her on out. He wouldn’t be able to save her life anytime soon…so he’d be buying her food, booze…hell probably even her smokes if he was around to do so. She takes several swallows, and then hands it back to him, its only a moment before the ex beret took his own share of the bottle into his system, letting the poison get to work on him, not like he cared…he had no place to go tonight.
But then Izzy’s own curiosity hit her, and she asked him about the one thing he had tried to gloss over quickly and a gentle snort escaped his lips as he set the bottle down between them and started to sort through the takeout menus.
“A Shadow Lord named Myoko.” He said as he looked up at Izzy momentarily. “She was a decent one, in truth…it wasn’t a horrible partnership.” He says with a dash of surprise…as if he was surprised to hear himself say it as well.
“But obviously it wasn’t meant to last….otherwise I’d still be outta the city, doing my ‘part’ for the nation or whatever.” He picks up a chinese menu then and leans back, going to pull out his phone.
“Chinese work?”
Izzy Montoya
She nods slightly, as he tells her about the Shadow Lord. She gleans all she needs to know from the way he speaks of her, and the words he chooses – and his reluctance to answer, despite the fact that for her, he does.
So she turns it to other issues, as she nods again. “Chinese works. Extra egg rolls.” And she reaches for the bottle and takes another swig, and waits for him to place the call and order. Then..
“What do you know about the fae shit? I’ve haven’t been told anything…” And well, she spent most of the time losing her fucking mind.
Carter Roth
The call is placed, and Carter has to argue with the person on the other end of the line, obviously that individual did not speak english very well, and in the end Carter hung up with a shake of his head. “Seriously…how the hell do you work in the service industry without learning how to speak the damn language of the people you are servicing?”
He gave otu an exasperated sigh as he tossed the menu down and looked over at Izzy as she asked about the fae situation. He shook his head then and picked up the bottle to take his own swig.
“Its a charle foxtrot, the whole damn thing is fucked from what I can tell. The fae seem to be sitting on a Caern…or something like it. And the leader, some king…is fucked in the head. From what it seems like we’ve been trying to take it from him, and in doing so a bunch of garou and a couple others got captured…bring pennies as we are around here, wether they got out yet is another question…hell wether anyone is even gonna try to get them out is another question.”
He shook his head. “Basically…my suggestion? Don’t get involved.”
Izzy Montoya
She smirks again. “Didn’t plan on gettin involved. until the motherfucker took over my head and near drove me fuckin’ crazy, that is. Don’t figure there’s much I can do though. Hell..”
and here’s the thing that bothers her most… “I”m scared fuckin’ shitless to even try and use the damn gift again. Like it’s gonna start all fuckin over if I do.”
And admitting it is the hardest thing she can do. There’s must be a trust there for her to say so, out loud, to him. She drags her hand through her hair before reaching forward to flick the ashes of her cigarette into the tray on the table, only to take another drag. She exhales slowly, an then shakes her head. “You didn’t see th’worst of it. I’m supposed t’go back to work on Monday, and I…”
She stops, there. For the first time ever, she doubts she’ll be able to fully function at her job. She’s not accustomed to this – at all.
Carter Roth
She pauses, doubt enters her words, Detective Montoya was worried, hell..she was downright scared that she wouldn’t be able to function as the lead investigator for San Fran homicide….Carter was having none of it, as she dropped that ball he picked it right back up and kept it rolling.
“And you are gonna get back on that horse and ride it like you were mean’t to.” He says with a nod as he picked up the bottle and took another swig. “I might not have seen the worst the gift tossed at you, but I do know that you are fucking tougher then that, and you will go back to work, and kick some ass and take names like always.”
He says as he hands over the bottle to her and takes a drag off his own cigarette letting the fire filled smoke fill his lungs appreciatively. “The gift can stay buried for now…give yourself some time…when your ready, you’ll take a look at it again.”
So certain…so very sure of her…but then…he didn’t know just how close she had come to ending it all.
Izzy Montoya
She’s gonna ride it like she was meant too… she snorts, briefly. “fancy yourself a stallion now, do ya?” It’s a hint of who she was, there – not much, but the first sign that there really is the tough assed bitch in there somewhere. Sarcasm always has been her go-to retort.
He says it can stay buried for now, and she takes a slow breath, and turns toward the window again, before she nods, slightly. Maybe it can – but then again, she thought she’d buried the memories of Miami far enough down that she would never have to see them again – until everything went to hell.
He sounds certain, sure of her… and she admits, softly, just how bad she got… “I almost put a bullet in my head to stop it all.”
Carter Roth
Perhaps she expected him to gasp, to look shocked, to see the woman he knew shatter in his mind. What Carter did instead was simply nod. “I’m not surprised.” He said looking up at her. “You were bad when I saw you…if it got worse?” He let it hang there for a moment like the weight it was. “But the simple fact that you didn’t, that you stayed the fucking course and didn’t give in…just proves how much of a bad ass bitch you are.” He smirks as he says it and finishes of his cigarette as he looks at her meaningfully.
“As to being a stallion…I had mean’t your job Detective…but if you need a stallion, well…I’m certainly not going to argue with the woman who pretty much owns my ass.”
He leans over then and gives her a shot to the arm, pushing past the thought of suicide and focusing on the fact that she was still alive, think positive was the name fo the game….so far it seemed like it might be working.
Izzy Montoya
If it got worse… and she simply confirms. “It got worse.”
Then, he returns to her stallion comment, and leans over to tap her in the arm, and she smirks slightly, shaking her head. He says again that she owns his ass, and she knows it, and that it means he wouldn’t argue.
But she shakes her head, again. “I don’t need..” anything, she might say. Or even that, she might continue. But she doesn’t say anything, because what she wants and needs is something so foreign to her. Instead, she shrugs it off, and reaches for the bottle again.
A swallow, then a slow breath, and a knock at the door – relief that she doesn’t have to finish the thought, or that she simply can be distracted away from it crosses her gaze briefly. “Food.”
A lie – but one she can live with.
Carter Roth
[Per+Emp]
Dice: 3 d10 TN6 (2, 6, 7) ( success x 2 )
Carter Roth
“Well even if you don’t need the food…your getting anyways.” He says with a smirk as he rose to get the door. Its a few moments of hurried discussion, and the exchange of food and money before the door closes once more and Carter comes back, taking a seat as he put a bag full of food boxes down on the table before them and started to unpack.
“Listen, I know after the shit you been through, one of the last things you might want is gonna be sex…but, that said. I’m still gonna be here. I mighta fucked up on helping you get better during the rough patch…very least I can do is be here for ya during the recovery right?” He says looking at her briefly as he held out a box.
“This is the one with extra egg rolls….just like the lady ordered.”
Izzy Montoya
He always has seen more than she would like seen, and now is no different. Easier, maybe, as her defenses are shot to hell, but still. He gleens more from her comments than she intended to let anyone see. For a moment, she is uneasy. For a moment, she almost refuses the food…
Then, she just snorts, and reaches for the carton and opens it to check that there is indeed extra egg rolls, and grabs a pair of chopsticks.
“Lady? Who the fuck you think I am?” After all, she’s no lady… but it’s a glimpse of who she used to be… just another peek, but proof she is still in there. somewhere.
Carter Roth
Carter laughs, a snort finishing it off as she comments on her not being a lady. “Oh I don’t know, I’d say your the only one of us in the room with a vagina…least the last time I checked that was true. I mean unless you decided to change something Detective.” He says with a grin as he went to crack open his own order, the smell of general tao’s chicken rising to meet him.
Carter had gleened more then Izzy wanted him to, knew what was going on in her mind more then most….but in this case, perhaps it was exactly what she needed, even if she would never admit to it.
“So you planning on sticking it out in this place?” Carter asks, looking around the one room apartment. “I mean…I know its so you….but it was a temp place when things went south before….why not get the hell out and find a new place?”
Izzy Montoya
She arches a brow slightly, and smirks. “You keep sayin I got bigger balls than most…” But they both know she’s female – delightfully so in most circumstances. She takes a bite of her food though, and doesn’t argue it farther, as she suddenly digs in like she’s starving. If pressed, she probably can’t remember when he last meal was – which would be why she’s having problems putting the weight back on…
But once she has the first taste, she digs in with relish, enjoying every bite mere seconds before taking another. She’s starved – for much more than food.
He asks about the place, and she looks around, and shrugs slightly. “It’s what I can afford right now. Not sure where I stand at wok yet, and well.. What would I do with a big ass place anyway?”
Carter Roth
“Oh you got bigger balls then most men, no doubt about it. they just ain’t hanging between your legs like mine.” He says with a smirk before digging into his own meal, watching Izzy as she does much the same, and with far greater gusto. The booze is ignored for now, set aside for other pleasures, Carter was fine with that, he could already feel the warm buzz in the back of his mind….that meant he was good…for now at least.
“Don’t tell me a lead investigator can’t afford a place better then this Izzy.” He says with a chuckle. “I just bought my own damn house outside of the city, if I can afford that…so can you. As to what you’d do with it? Well..walk around in it for starts, as thrilling as the path to and from the door is…it gets old quick.” He says with a chuckle.
“You know what…..tomorrow you and I…were going out to my house…get you the hell outta the city for a day or two.”
Izzy Montoya
She arches a brow, slightly, as he tells her what they’re going to do tomorrow… and she pauses with a bite halfway to her lips as she looks at him. Here’s where she would normally put up a fight, or scoff that such things are necessary – who needs to walk around, anyway, right?
But she doesn’t. Instead, she takes another bite of her meal and nods, slightly. “Alright.”
They really did a number on her, for sure.
Carter Roth
Carter raises his own brow when Izzy gives in without a fight, and he pauses in his own eating as if waiting, expecting something to come belatedly, that she would still fight him here and now….but when it doesn’t come he shrugged.
“Yep…getting you the hell outta here is gonna do you more good then you realize.” He said as he set his box of food down and sat back for a moment, watching Izzy.
“Besides…you gotta have a bit of fun before you have to drag your skinny ass back into the office.” He teases her, calls her a skinny ass, at the moment it might be true….but regardless he teases her anyways.
Izzy Montoya
He expects more, and there isn’t any. It’s as if she doesn’t have any real fight left in her. She was so strong for so long, she simply has nothing left. He watches her, and she ignores it, and continues to eat. She’s slowed down a bit, but she’s still packing it away.
He teases her, and she smirks. “You never complained about my ass before…” She says nothing of fun – it’s quite likely she isnt sure she remembers how to have any….
Carter Roth
“mmm this is a good point, your ass was always a thing of fine art. Could watch it all day.” He says as he continues to tease, continues to have fun with it. She might not remember how to have fun…but he was gonna see what he could do about that, sex or no sex. He owed the woman that…and much more..now that he knew the truth.
He picks up his own food once more and begins eating away once more, the chicken wasn’t nearly as hot as he’d prefer…but it was to late to argue now.
“You like the ocean much Izzy?” He asks as he watches her intently, curious as to her responses.
Izzy Montoya
She smirks, slightly, as he claims her ass is fine art, and she just shoots him a little glance, before scraping up the last bits of her meal. She saved an eggroll for last, and puts the carton down, eating it with her fingers.
He asks about the ocean though, and she falls still… for just a moment, and then shrugs a shoulder. “Haven’t been. Not since Miami.”
Carter Roth
She shoots him a glance, and the man smirks back at her with a subtle wink. He was having fun one way or another, and as his general Tao’s chicken disappeared he set the box down and kicked his feet up, running a hand over his stomach. “Man, even when I paid for the whole thing…it was still worth it.” He chuckles, mostly to himself, but its still a chuckle of satisfaction, of having enjoyed himself…hell enjoying himself in general.
Izzy mentions that she hasn’t been to the sea since Miami, and it seems like it could be a sore spot, Carter nods slowly, thinking on it for a minute before he spoke once more.
“Well it isn’t the same ocean, but the house I picked up is right on the water, I think you’ll like it so long as you aren’t terrified of water itself.”
Izzy Montoya
“I’m not terrified of shit.” It’s an automatic response, and they both know it isn’t true, but at least it shows she still functions on the same level as before, somewhere inside.
Deep, deep inside.
She licks her fingers after finishing the eggroll, and reaches for an after dinner cigarette, before she leans back. She’s not quite uncurled all the way, but she has at least relaxed a little.
Carter Roth
“Good to know.” Carter says it with his own smirk as he takes the opportunity to slide closer to her leaving less then a foot between them, bringing the bottle with him, it was likely at this point that more drink would be consumed, that they would continue their way into merry oblivion, Carter for his part…would welcome it tonight.
He takes another swallow of the liquid before offering it to Izzy once more. “So anything good on TV?” He asks casually, he didn’t expect the whole night to be full of conversation, hell he expected a good portion of it to just be hanging out….relaxing if at all possible.
“Or is it just like it used to be, tons of channels but nothing on?”
Izzy Montoya
She takes the bottle, and a swig, before handing it back and reaching forward to put he cigarette into the ash tray, and reach for the remote next to it. Then, she does the unthinkable, and hands it to him, using it as an excuse to close the last of the distance.
She slides over, and curls into his side, laying her head on his shoulder. “Exactly like it used to be.”
The tv, of course, because nothing else in her life has remained even close to constant. Except for the way he smells, the way he feels when she curls up agaisnt him. That she remembers, and soaks herself in, in the simple act of curling against his side.
Carter Roth
“Well shit.” He says as he takes the remote and feels her curl in against his side, The arm on her side slides up from between them, letting in against his side rather then the bony contours of his shoulder and the arm rests over the top of the couch.
“I guess we can see if we managed to catch the one decent day for TV.” He says with a casual chuckle as he turns on the TV and starts flicking through channels.
“Ten bucks says the best we can do is a cheap ass foreign TV sitcom.”
Izzy Montoya
“sucker bet.” She smirks, and relaxes against him, bit by slow bit, her breathing slowly, deepening until it’s clear that she’s finally comfortable, finally letting her guard down.
Her dark eyes remain on the tv – except when she’s taking another swig from the bottle, of course – and she doesn’t look up to see his reaction to the way she leans against him, the obvious need to borrow his strength for a while, as her’s is so far depleated.
Carter Roth
“Heh and now that you say that watch there be some really compelling piece of shit reality TV.” He says with a gentle chuckle, the sound quite possibly amplified for Izzy as she leaned in against his chest, the sound of his heart beat, the stead rise and fall of his lungs obviously contributing to the dropping of her guard, to the relaxation of her body.
In this comfort Carter does not question, he isn’t stupid enough to question what simply was happening, what simply WAS, and so the arm that had risen up onto the top of the couch back came down then, resting gently over the shoulders of Izzy…providing that little extra comfort..if she could stand to bare it.
“We keep this up this fine bottle fo whiskey ain’t gonna last the night.” He says as he takes the bottle from her and takes his own swig as he pauses on some kind of reality TV.
Izzy Montoya
“LIke that’d be a first.” She chuckles, though she doesn’t stop taking her tun at the bottle either. HIs arm slides aound her and she doesn’t argue, or pull away. If anything, she lets him pull her closer, her arm sliding around his belly. If anyone were to see them – they’d look almost like a normal couple.
But they’re not. Looks can be oh so deceiving…
She arches a brow slightly, and protests. “I will not watch SuperNanny with you…”
Carter Roth
Carter chuckles and looks at her, looking down at her in this case. “What you don’t like the british child dominator?” He asks with a grin as he starts flipping again, coming to settle on an old western film instead.
They might look like a normal couple…but Izzy…she probably had about as much interest in being in a couple right now as having a nail in her foot, Carter for his part, felt much the same….but here they were regardless, wrapped around each other for comfort, for warmth, for whatever the hell you felt like calling it.
Carter takes his turn at the bottle as well, and slowly but surely everything starts to take on the blur, that heavy haze of the drunken, from the way things were going…they would be asleep like this long before they got to a bed.
“You know…you aint half bad when it comes to getting comfy on a damn couch.”
Izzy Montoya
She has been watching the movie, but if he asked her what it was they were watching, she probably couldn’t tell him. She’s found a comfortable, safe place, and is taking the moment of relaxation and ease for what it is.
She chuckles though, at his comment, and she murmurs sleepily against his chest. “Works in bed too.”
Carter Roth
“Well….” He says as he adjusts his position. “Unless we wanna fall the hell asleep here, I think its time we both made use of that bed over there..”
At that he moves to rise, but…possibly against her desires, he just scoops her up at the same time, he only staggers once in transit, only once comes close to losing Izzy to the ground beneath him, but a few moments later they have reached the bed, and Carter turns off the TV behind them.
“Come on…lets try this horizontally.” He says as he goes to take off his shirt.
Izzy Montoya
She mutters a short protest, but her actions deny he words as she slides her arms around his neck and holds on. He stumbles, and she tightens her hold, murmuring something about shooting him if he drops her.
He puts he down on the bed, and she chuckles as he takes off his shit and tuns off the tv. “I seem to recall we do pretty well horizontally. And against walls. And on counters…”
But even as she says it, it’s clear she’s more intent on curling up against him, and hopefully sleeping sound for the night, instead. She does, however, strip from her jeans and toss them aside, before scooting under the blankets and holding them open for him.
Carter Roth
“Don’t forget showers.” Carter says, adding to her list of just where they did well together.
His shirt tossed to the side, and his own pants left at the wayside as well, Carter climbs in with naught but boxers and an undershirt. Not long afterwards, there pressed against each other the two drunkards fall asleep, resting in ways that Izzy would never…ever fess up to. But right now….here and now, she would have nothing less.