||[Oct. 6th, 2004|12:53 pm]
Teh_Story: Our Personal Writing Community
|||||Sick of Life-Godsmack||]|
Raquel looked around the lobby nervously before nudging the two ‘Stephs’ in the ribs. As they glared at her, she offered only a shrug as an apology before nodding her head over toward the front desk.
“What?” Stephanie asked.
“They’re staring at us,” Raquel whispered.
“Who’s stare—“ Stephanie grinned as she noticed the group of men from earlier still standing there. “Oh.” She stood up straighter and tossed her hair over her shoulder.
“Girl, you are too obvious,” Rayna laughed.
“Let’s go introduce ourselves,” Steph suggested as she smoothed her hair back.
“Here we go,” Raquel said as she watched Steph and Stephanie walk away.
“Not even an hour into vacation and they’ve already found guys,” Rayna added, smiling.
“Hey,” Stephanie glanced at the guys as she waltzed up to the front desk. She smiled at them then picked up a brochure sitting in front of her. She turned to her friend. “Hey, Stephy…wanna go skiing this afternoon?”
“Dude, you know that my clumsy ass isn’t getting near a ski slope,” Steph told her.
“It isn’t that hard,” a voice over Steph’s shoulder told them.
She turned around slowly. Standing behind her was the tall, dark guy from earlier. She raised an eyebrow at him as he smiled at her.
“It’s not that hard,” he repeated.
Steph glanced over him, her eyes pausing on his crotch for just a second before moving back up to look in his face. She couldn’t help the words that she said next.
“I’m sure it’s very hard,” she told him.
He caught the look and laughed.
“Only for certain people,” he told her, “Now that I think about it…” He looked her over quickly—her long legs clad in black hip-hugger jeans, the boots with two inch heels, tight white sweater underneath a black leather jacket, and red hair (obviously dyed, he noticed as she took in the dark color of her eyebrows) falling just below her shoulders. “It might just be hard for you. You have any experience…skiing that is?”
“Skiing? No, none…” she answered, “I’ve done a few different things but never skied.”
“Oh ferchristssakes,” Stephanie muttered, rolling her eyes. She tossed the brochure back on the desk and looked at the man. “Hi, I’m Stephanie and that’s Steph—“ She pointed at her friend. “She’s one horny girl and needs to get laid. What’s your name?”
“I’m Dave,” he told her, eyes wide with surprise at how casually Stephanie had come out and said that last bit. He supposed that now that it was out in the open, the game of flirting with the other girl wouldn’t be as fun. “Umm…”
“Look, ignore her,” Steph suggested, placing her hand lightly on his arm, “Stephanie has a big mouth.”
“Must go with the name then,” the other girl said dryly.
Dave looked down at the hand still on his arm. So much for his theory about the flirting. She was still going strong.
“Sometimes big mouths can come in handy,” he told them, grinning again.
A guy, almost as big as Dave, joined the group just then and both girls looked at each other then back at him. They both bit their lips, trying not to drool, as they checked him out. Longish brown hair pulled away from his face in a tight ponytail, short goatee below full pink lips, high cheekbones, bright blue eyes, strong solid-looking body…
“Hey there,” Stephanie was the first to speak.
He looked at her.
“Hey, since Dave here is gonna be so rude as not to introduce the rest of us to his two new beautiful friends,” he said, “I thought I’d come over here and do it myself. I’m—“
Just then a loud crash made him stop and everyone turned around. Standing in front of the ski shop in the front of the lobby were Raquel, Rayna, and three guys the ‘Stephs’ had never seen before. They grinned sheepishly as a pile of skis fell down around them.
“Oops!” a short, blond guy wearing black pleather pants said, holding onto one ski pole.