|.Acheron.|.
You could tell on the drive over that he could barely contain his excitement. He sped the entire way there in his large ford pick up his eyes bright with excitement. Acheron finally turned off the main road and onto Townsend, then turned off once again. The driveway was long and took a bit to get up. Suddenly they rounded a corner to come to a set of gates. Acheron typed in a code, and slowly the gates came open. This is it. He murmured softly. He drove up the rest the lane, and Isabella would see the house flooded with lights. Stables were around the back, enough to make any horse person drool. The house itself was glowing. The moon cast a silvery shadow upon the place as Acheron stopped the big truck. He got out, then went to open Isabella's door. Come on. Let's go get the keys. He was smiling, nearly bouncing with excitement. He set off, heading to the front door. Crouching down he moved a rock to reveal a key. Unlocking the door, he swung it open and turned on the lights. Ladies first. He said with a smile.
Isabella Wayson
Isabella had decided to leave her own truck at the night club and to just ride with Acheron. This could cause him some more work, having to bring her back to the night club and all, but he had offered. She had pulled her jacket back on her slender frame and stood as Acheron offered his hand to her she grabbed it and followed him. Once they made it to his truck she climbed in the passenger side and pulled her door closed as he got into the driver's seat and turned the truck on.
She sat there and kept looking over to Acheron as he drove, she could tell that he was excited about the house and she smiled as he said that this was it. She waited as he punched in the code and then the gate opened and they pulled up to the house which was flooded with light now. She looked at the house and was amazed. wow... She spoke softly. This was a lot nicer than her own house, hers was just a small four room house with a stable.
As she took in the sight of the house, Acheron got out of the truck and hurried around to open her door. He then spoke about going to get the keys and she got out of the truck, following behind him to the front door. He picked up a rock and took a key from under it, opening the door with the key. He turned on the lights and invited her to go inside first. She walked inside and looked around the entry way, waiting for Acheron before she went in any further. Wow, this is a really nice house, Acheron. She wore a bright smile and spoke truthfully.
.|.Acheron.|.
For a large man, Acheron moved with the fluidity of a dancer. He stepped lightly over the threshhold and walked in. The house was furnished, at least some what. No television, but a couch and chairs were in the living room. Empty book cases were against the wall, and pieces of art work hung up on the walls. High ceilings, wood floors.... the place would have cost a fortune. Big enough for my sister and I. Enough room so that we don't have to run into each other if we really don't want to. He smiled sheepishly. That sounds mean. But Lili can get a bit.... Out of control. He started to walk towards the kitchen, and opened up a cabinet. Pulling down two glasses, he asked Would you like something to drink? I have water and.... He opened the fridge to find it empty. Water. Oi. I forgot I would need to go grocery shopping. I haven't done that in... Lord. Six months. Sad, huh? He smiled. He was easy going. No stress.
Isabella Wayson
Isabella was amazed at how nice the house was. Not that she had expected it to be a dump or anything, she just had not expected it to be this large. It was obvious looking at this place how much money Acheron must have. Her place on the other hand did not look any where near this elegant. Then again, she was the only one living there with just the dogs, cats, and horses to keep her company. As she followed him inside he spoke of how this place was big enough for his sister and himself and how they would not have to run in to each other. She was not sure if this was meant to say that he did not want to run in to her, but her wondering was answered when he spoke once more, saying that he had not meant to sound mean but that his sister could be out of control and she just nodded, still following him in to the kitchen.
As he pulled down the two glasses and spoke, she had to laugh a bit as he looked in to the fridge to see it empty. Hmmmm, I think I will have water. Her tones were used in a joking manner. Not that she was trying to be mean but just trying to joke around a little. He continued to speak about how he had forgotten to go grocery shopping and she grinned. I know the feeling. She had barely any groceries herself, mainly just things that were quick and easy, oh and cheap...
.|.Acheron.|.
A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he got a glass of water for them both. Acheron handed her the glass then leaned back against the counter as he watched her. In the lights of his kitchen, she was a pretty little thing. He especially loved the way that the lights caught her hair. Like silken fire. He gave a smile and fought hard not to blush. He'd just met her and had just moved to town. No sense in scaring away a new friend that he'd JUST made. Small talk. That's it. He'd made small talk and get to know her better. Now... What to talk about? Acheron was never good at small talk. Oh sure, he had class and was good with women and men alike making them comfortable with him. But those were surface friendships. Aquaintences that only spoke when one another needed something. He'd give it a go anyways. "So. Ah... What brings you to Atroe City? If you don't mind me asking that is..." He asked in that slightly accented voice of his. He was trying at least. Uncomfortable silence was never an option to him. He needed something... Something to distract him.
Isabella Wayson
Isabella slipped off her jacket once more as she waited for Acheron to fill up the glasses with water. She draped it over her left arm then she took the glass from Acheron with her right as it was offered to her. She raised the glass to her lips and took a sip of it, she had to admit that it was much smoother going down than what she had been drinking all night. She had only had three drinks, but being a small build and the potency of the liquor, she had been beginning to feel it a bit. She was far from drunk, though.
At the little stretch of silence she bit her bottom lip gently as she tried to think of something to say to start a conversation. Though, nothing came to her. She shifted her weight to one leg slightly as she attempted to relieve her feet from the strain of the heels she was wearing. Oh, how she hated heels... She did not wear them often but she had decided that her tennis shoes did not look too good with her jean skirt and clingy black t-shirt. She looked back up to Acheron as he spoke again.
Oh, no I don't mind... The property is really cheap, at least the place that I found. And I needed a place of my own after college. So, I did a lot of looking for places and the one I found was here and in my price range.
She knew that the place she had bought was not really the greatest in all honesty. But it was her own and it had land and a stable so she was happy. She shifted her weight again before she spoke to Acheron again.
Do you mind if I take these awful shoes off?
She asked because she was not sure how long she was welcome to visit or if he was in a hurry to take her back to the bar and to her own vehicle. She was really in no hurry but she did not want to over stay her welcome.
.|.Acheron.|.
Take them off, silly girl. I wouldn't expect you to keep those things on. Women. I don't understand how You guys can wear those. Death traps. All of them. Acheron said when Isabella mentioned her shoes. He was in no hurry to take her back to her truck. He was lonely, and having someone besides his sister to talk to. Lili was great and all, but she was enough to drive a person crazy. Acheron was easy going to her fast paced out of control wild child habits. Back to the conversation at hand. What did you go to college for? He took another sip of water leaning back against the kitchen counter. He didn't know what to really talk about, but he was enjoying her. She was just so... Real. For far to long he had been in social circles with all the fake smiles, the careful hand shakes. He was used to tip toeing around officials, careful not to step on anyones toes. For a man at his height, that was pretty damned hard.
Isabella Wayson
Isabella laughed at his reply to her question about her shoes. Oh, why had she even punished herself by wearing the things? That was one mystery that she would never know the answer to. She then knelt down to unhook the strap that was hooked around her ankles and then slipped the shoes off. She was a good bit shorter now without the heels, standing at a very short height of 5'3. So, now she really had to look up to Acheron to speak to him. At this time she hated how short she was and hoped that he would not make fun of her for it like many did. Though, if he did she would just shrug it off like the normally did, it was not really a big deal.
The said the last part about the apartment with a laugh.