Pinch Me {Cheyenne}
Dec 15, 2013 2:20:08 GMT -5
Post by Kyle Quinn on Dec 15, 2013 2:20:08 GMT -5
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There was no doubt, even in Kyle's mind, that he was fully and completely wrapped around Cheyenne's little finger. Which probably explained why he was willing to just up and leave to go pick her up when she was out with friends because she had promised to make it worth his while. Granted, he hadn't had to go pick her up for that to happen - she would have been on her way to his place soon enough regardless - but he knew whatever was bound to happen tonight would happen a lot sooner if he went to get her himself rather than waiting for her to get a cab. Besides, he didn't really want her to wait alone outside the club while waiting for a cab to come by. Sure, clubs were well frequented, but that didn't mean shit couldn't happen. He preferred for her to stay inside while he was making his way there, and then have her come out to meet him once he reached the place she'd picked to go out and party. Honestly, he hadn't even realized today was St. Patrick's Day until she'd mentioned it, so he wouldn't have had a reason to go out unless someone had told him about it - and even then, he didn't really celebrate it so it'd be more of an excuse - but he was a lot more interested in the plans he now had with his girlfriend for the rest of the evening.
It didn't take him very long, once she let him know where she was, for him to get everything he'd been working on closed up, grabbing his leather jacket and car keys before making his way out of his apartment. He figured that by the time he got there, she would have given her friends the promised extra fifteen minutes, so he wouldn't be rushing her, but at the same time he was pretty impatient to see her. Not that he didn't see her on a practically daily basis - she pretty much lived at his place - and their sex life definitely wasn't lacking, but that didn't matter right now. It never mattered when Cheyenne came forward and said stuff that hinted at the two of them spending a very good time together. He had to keep himself in check though as he drove through the city, mindful of the time of night and the fact that there were a few drunk people here and there walking in a not so straight fashion, but he made it to the club in a reasonable time, parking across the street and getting out of his car. He pulled his phone out, leaning back against the vehicle as he texted his girlfriend to let her know he'd arrived, shoving his hands in his pockets to keep them warm once the text was sent.
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