(Warning: Yes, there is masked language here. C'mon, it's Dakota and Jade. They cuss.)
Dakota had been given twenty four hours to pull himself out of the drunken abyss that he'd let himself sink into these last three weeks. Rhyannon had gone to the trouble of trudging to his apartment just to let him know what an idiot he was, and to let him know that Jade was just as miserable without him as he was without her. He knew this may be the only chance that he'd ever have to get this woman back.
That brings us to tonight.
He knew exactly what he wanted to do, exactly what he wanted to say, and by God, he was going to be man enough to pull it off. Dakota had taken the time to improve his appearance quite a bit. He'd slicked his hair back into a nice, tight ponytail. He'd even trimmed his ungodly homeless looking beard into a neatly cut goatee. He put on that Guns n' Roses t-shirt that she loved on him so much, his best pair of jeans, and had shined his black cowboy boots almost to an extreme. Around his neck rested a wide assortment of his Native American jewelry, and upon his head rested.....you guessed it....his infamous black Stetson, slung low enough to distort his facial features.
Stepping out of his apartment, he saw the rain slowly beginning to come down, and it couldn't have bothered him any less. It was a slow, steady rain...quite beautiful, to be honest. He carried one thing with him as he made the walk to the CZK house: his black guitar case which he held in his left hand.
Jade was curled up in her bed, going through her Nth box of chocolates today. Rhy wouldn't let her pick up the wine bottle and also made her look presentable for some ungodly reason. Instead of drowning her sorrows out like she wanted to, the two best friends were cuddled together in Jade's fluffy black covers on her vast bed. One could get lost for days, and that had been her plan. Rhy didn't let her keep her pajammas on, but she settled for her old Jade-zilla tank top and then most torn up pair of jeans she had. It'd do. As the two watched the most gory movie known to man, keeping J's mind off... things, it started to rain. The tiniest of smiles reached Jade's crimson lips.
It was a longer trek to the sorority house than he'd remembered! It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except his mission tonight. There wasn't a damn thing in Rhy'Din that could've prevented him with going through with this tonight.
Finally, the house was in sight, and he slowly approached the place, stopping once he was a few feet away from the second story window that he knew was Jade's....his beautiful Jade.
Still holding his guitar case, all he could do was stand there in the steady rain, and wait for his woman to open her window. He'd be an interesting sight, if nothing else. She might not even be able to see his face from beneath his hat, but there was no mistaking who this man was, standing outside her window.
Rhy was antsily chewing on her lower lip, looking out the window every now and then. Jade had made note of it in her now sobered mindset. She narrowed her black brows, only to go back to the movie... that was until Rhy gave a shift elbow to her mid-section as she sat up. Jade blinked, "What was that fer?"
Rhy peered out the window just to make sure she had seen right as she sat up. Yep, it was him. Thank the Lord. Too bad it was raining, the poor thing. Serves him right! She thought as she did smile lightly. She changed her expression to a more insightful one as she looked to Jade.
"It's raining, wanna look?"
"It's rain."
"Just get over there and look! Remember the thing you used to say? That it makes ya feel better?"
"Yea yea, iffin' it'll make ya shush about it..." Jade grumbled lightly as she got up unwillingly from her spot, moving towards the window.
Dakota had been given twenty four hours to pull himself out of the drunken abyss that he'd let himself sink into these last three weeks. Rhyannon had gone to the trouble of trudging to his apartment just to let him know what an idiot he was, and to let him know that Jade was just as miserable without him as he was without her. He knew this may be the only chance that he'd ever have to get this woman back.
That brings us to tonight.
He knew exactly what he wanted to do, exactly what he wanted to say, and by God, he was going to be man enough to pull it off. Dakota had taken the time to improve his appearance quite a bit. He'd slicked his hair back into a nice, tight ponytail. He'd even trimmed his ungodly homeless looking beard into a neatly cut goatee. He put on that Guns n' Roses t-shirt that she loved on him so much, his best pair of jeans, and had shined his black cowboy boots almost to an extreme. Around his neck rested a wide assortment of his Native American jewelry, and upon his head rested.....you guessed it....his infamous black Stetson, slung low enough to distort his facial features.
Stepping out of his apartment, he saw the rain slowly beginning to come down, and it couldn't have bothered him any less. It was a slow, steady rain...quite beautiful, to be honest. He carried one thing with him as he made the walk to the CZK house: his black guitar case which he held in his left hand.
Jade was curled up in her bed, going through her Nth box of chocolates today. Rhy wouldn't let her pick up the wine bottle and also made her look presentable for some ungodly reason. Instead of drowning her sorrows out like she wanted to, the two best friends were cuddled together in Jade's fluffy black covers on her vast bed. One could get lost for days, and that had been her plan. Rhy didn't let her keep her pajammas on, but she settled for her old Jade-zilla tank top and then most torn up pair of jeans she had. It'd do. As the two watched the most gory movie known to man, keeping J's mind off... things, it started to rain. The tiniest of smiles reached Jade's crimson lips.
It was a longer trek to the sorority house than he'd remembered! It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except his mission tonight. There wasn't a damn thing in Rhy'Din that could've prevented him with going through with this tonight.
Finally, the house was in sight, and he slowly approached the place, stopping once he was a few feet away from the second story window that he knew was Jade's....his beautiful Jade.
Still holding his guitar case, all he could do was stand there in the steady rain, and wait for his woman to open her window. He'd be an interesting sight, if nothing else. She might not even be able to see his face from beneath his hat, but there was no mistaking who this man was, standing outside her window.
Rhy was antsily chewing on her lower lip, looking out the window every now and then. Jade had made note of it in her now sobered mindset. She narrowed her black brows, only to go back to the movie... that was until Rhy gave a shift elbow to her mid-section as she sat up. Jade blinked, "What was that fer?"
Rhy peered out the window just to make sure she had seen right as she sat up. Yep, it was him. Thank the Lord. Too bad it was raining, the poor thing. Serves him right! She thought as she did smile lightly. She changed her expression to a more insightful one as she looked to Jade.
"It's raining, wanna look?"
"It's rain."
"Just get over there and look! Remember the thing you used to say? That it makes ya feel better?"
"Yea yea, iffin' it'll make ya shush about it..." Jade grumbled lightly as she got up unwillingly from her spot, moving towards the window.