Silence Is Disturbing Me (Open)

[francis cohn]

Francis’ eyes were fixated on the flames protruding from Tammy’s finger tips. He was glad he didn’t have fire power; that could lead to all kinds of devastation – pyromania for one. He laughed when she mentioned wanting to go to San Francisco. “Oh my God, I LOVE it there. It just makes everything seem like home. It has loads of really tall streets, but I’m sure you knew that. After all, you want to go there. Unless it’s a notion rather than a fixation but whatever the weather you probably know about the streets. That’s what it’s famous for after all.” he took a breath, “OH MY GOD WE SHOULD GO TO SAN FRAN TOGETHER SOME DAY.” he shouted.

Then she mentioned the magic word: Russia. Francis practically hit the roof he was so excited by the mention of the country. “Russia? Russia?” he was on his feet now. “Oh my God, I LOVE Russia. I want to go there some day. And drink real vodka. Not that the stuff here isn’t real, it just isn’t as good. Or so I’ve heard. Awk who knows. But I want to be in Russia and wear one of those cool hats and like be all cold.” he was ringing his hands with excitement; he wasn’t sure how to express how excited he was. Without even thinking about it he gave her a swift kiss. It was more of a peck than a kiss. But it was lip on lip action.

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[Tamika Dombrovski]

Tamika couldn't help her self but having a bit of a laughing fit, "Sure you take me to San Fran, I'll take you to Russia, make a proper trip of it. And you've heard right about the vodka, it's immense. It makes it better if you're like, sitting around a wee campfire all huddle up with a half bottle. Ah, good times."
She smiled to herself, thinking about home. She'd really have to go back sometime soon. Turning her attention back to the conversation she got a quick peck on the lips from Francis.
"Well," she chuckled, "You don't waste any time, do you?"

[francis cohn]

Francis smiled as Tammy agreed to their travelling plans. Actually, smiled does not even begin to describe the expression that form on his face, he must have looked insane. But he was pleased, very pleased that she wanted to see San Francisco as much as he wanted to see Russia. “I don’t really like vodka,” he confided, “I had a bad experience once and never really got over it.” he laughed, “Now if only I could get over my bad experiences with cognac.” Experiencing cognac was a vicious cycle of Francis’ that always started with a sniff, the smell of cognac misled him, every time, to believe that perhaps it would taste as nice as it smelt if he took a drink. And every time he would take a drink and cough and splutter and hate the burning feeling as it slid down the back of his throat. He’d leave it for a couple of months and then the sniffing would start again.

Francis found it difficult to gauge whether the fact that Tammy laughed after he kissed her was a good or bad sign. He sat back down on the sofa. “I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable.” he told her sincerely, nodding his head once as if that made it clear that he honestly did not want her to be ill at ease. Then he smiled, “Apparently some people have something called ‘personal space’,” out came the air quotes, “But I was not blessed with any, so I find it difficult to understand why someone might need this boundary.”

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[Tamika Dombrovski]

After an initial little bout of happiness about the trip and Francis' mental patient like reaction, Tamika gave Francis an expression of mock shock, "Well, I'm just going to have to take you to Joshua's house for a couple of drinking sessions with good vodka, get you over your little issue. Eugh, cognac you're on your own with, can't stand the stuff myself. Well, not when it's mixed with beer anyways."
A little experiment session when she was 14. Josh made her drink a beer and cognac cocktail, she made him drink red wine, whiskey and alcopops mixed in a blender. Good times, kind of...
Tamika smirked at Francis' little speech-thing about personal space, "Don't worry, you didn't make me uncomfortable. Personally space is over-rated anyways, just another word for anti-social."

[francis cohn]

Francis’ ears pricked at the mention of a third party. Joshua? Who was that? Her boyfriend? Friend? Brother? Relation? Almost as soon as the wonder encased him, it was shaken off. He didn’t often care about how girls knew other boys, he was confident that if they liked him the other boy would not matter to them. Sometimes he thought that his moral obligation should have made him think ‘What if this girl and that boy have a great relationship and I’m about to ruin it?’ but instead he thought ‘KISS MEEEE.’

Hmm. He needs a refund on those faulty ethics. Or lack thereof. “I’d be glad to drink some real vodka. It’s the morning after that I do not agree with.” he laughed. “It’s the only drink I get a hang over with.” he knew that this was probably due to its percentage or something scientific like that. He breathed a sigh of relief: Tammy had the same view on personal space as he did. “YAY! You speak the truth. You’re a woman after my own heart.” he was very close to her on the sofa. He seemed to lean closer to her as he spoke. Yes, personal space was an alien concept to him.

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[Tamika Dombrovski]

"Ah, now there is a perfectly obvious way around the hangover stage of drinking, you just carry on drinking. Or the tried and proved method of getting drunk and then drinking something that doesn't make you hungover for a while before sleeping. I swear, it works a treat."
Tamika greatly appreciated that Francis drank, it seemed most other people at the school were either tea-total or straight edge, which wasn't fun at all. Now if it just turned out he smoked and could be her smoking buddy, she'd be happy as Larry. Or, Larry-mina maybe? Larr-etta? I'll stop now...
She laughed a little again, which seemed like all she had been doing since talking to Francis. "Somehow Francis, it seems like it doesn't take much to win your heart over."

[francis cohn]

Francis considered Tammy’s advice carefully. She was Russian so her advice had to be good, after all, she her genes required her to know the ins and outs of alcohol and its consumption. He smiled at her, “I’d sure like to test that hypothesis with you sometime.” he told her, he wanted her to realise that he wanted to hang out with her after this. This was not a one time event. She mentioned how easy it was to win his heart, he laughed. That was beyond true, she had no idea how true it was. Francis fell in love very easily and very fast. He made friends faster than most people blinked. “That is very true.” he told her, “is your heart easy to win?” he asked playfully.

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[Tamika Dombrovski]

"Unfortunately, I'll not be able to help you test for a while. I've been barred from drinking until the New Year. Apparently, I'm too hard to take care of when I'm drunk," Tamika told him, laughing a little to herself. This ban had come at Hallowe'en when she had went drinking with Josh and tried to go on her skateboard when Joshua had gone to answer his phone. She fell off, cracked her wrist and killed his nerves.
She cocked her head for a moment and thought, before smiling and answering Francis, "It's easy to win if whoever wants it is a musician or an artist. Then I'm theirs in a heartbeat."

[francis cohn]

Francis found it hard to believe that she had been banned from drinking. A Russian banned from drinking? Wasn’t that like taking a fish out of water? He wanted to scold himself for being so stereotypical. After all, Tammy’s decisions – or the decisions made for her – were hers to ignore or comply to as she pleased. “You’re actually not going to drink until New Years?” he asked indignantly. “That sounds a tad unreasonable.” He realised that he did not, in fact, have any information on the circumstances surrounding this ban but he’d never understood why people agreed to boundaries that others had decided for them. He tried his hardest to smile and laugh it off.

‘Musicians and artists?’ he thought to himself, wondering if he qualified as either of those. Apart from the occasional bout of graffiti with his old gang, Francis had nothing to do with art and music… let’s just say it isn’t his forte. [ooc] oohhh, bad one[/ooc] He grinned playfully. “What about those with a passion for life and all that is involved with having a good time?” he asked her, tilting his head to the side and trying to resist the impulse to kiss her again. That last kiss hadn’t COUNTED as a kiss. That was a peck. A peck that had lasted a nanosecond. He managed to control himself enough so that he wouldn’t jump right in. He leaned close to her and looked at her lips, “Do you mind if I kiss you?” he asked her, his eyes never leaving her lips.

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[Tamika Dombrovski]

((Can I just verify, Tamika isn't an alcoholic...))

Tamika sighed and shrugged about the ban. "It's probably for the best, I can't afford any new boards at the minute and then I get to on a big binge New Years, so it works out well. Kind of..."
She didn't say much as Francis leaned closer and asked would she fall for people with a lust of life. This was a closeness that she hadn't had for a while. Well, except for Jet last month, but she was still a little irritated at him for the whole 'Ohh throw fire!' thing, so she wasn't couting that for now.
"Well, I," she swallowed a little and glanced at Francis. She now noticed how lovely his eyes were, "I guess there's always an exception to the rule. And you do seem like the one that would always be that exception. So, um, in short. No, I don't mind at all..."