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bakerstreet2012-12-31 01:27 am
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One Minute to Midnight

01➝ Comment with your character name/canon in the header.
02➝ Tag someone before the clock runs out on New Year's Eve: you have one minute to be braver than you have all year!
03➝ Get the kiss you've been looking forward toor crash and burn alone.
Posted early for your convenience! :)
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...Yeah. Wow.
[After a moment, she leans in closer, resting against him, letting him hold her.]
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She closes her eyes, quietly curling into him, sliding her arms around him and holding him close in return.]
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You wanna go?
[And then, because that sounds bad:]
I mean, not back to one of our places, necessarily. We could go eat, too.
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I could eat. But will anything still be open?
Though I've gotten pizzas delivered later than this. My place? I can get one delivered.
[Because, yeah, from a lot of other guys, suggesting they leave might've been presumptuous or sketchy, but she trusts him. She knows he's not asking because he expects anything.]
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[He turns to go, then pauses.]
You drive?
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No, I knew I'd have a few drinks, so I took a cab over. I was planning to take one back.
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Come on. Let's get outside and you can impress me by hailing us a cab.
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[They get outside and he hails a cab Like a Boss, even opens the door for Rachel and waits until she get in before he follows.]
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[Especially that last bit, with him holding the door and letting her get in first.
She gives the driver her address. She fishes around in her bag and comes out with her phone, tapping away on the screen.]
What do you like on your pizza?
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Sausage and green peppers. That okay?
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[There's a bit more tapping at this handy app her favored pizza place provided, and then she tucks the phone away, smiling.]
We ought to just beat the delivery guy there, provided traffic isn't too much of a mess.
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[He checks the time on the display of the taxi's dash, squinting a little.]
We should be okay. It's only ten after. People are still making out.
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[She says, oh so playfully, slipping her arm through his again and resting her cheek against his shoulder.]
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[She uses her hold on his arm to drag him down closer, so she can plant a kiss on his mouth.]
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Or something.
Kissing.
He's glad to be pulled down and kisses her in return, hands finding a place to rest on her hips.]
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