[Jaykobell]

Cristobal blinked at Kyrie slowly as the model went on to give the new destination to her driver. He didn't do anything as she let his hand go; it didn't really seem to matter to him, although it suddenly felt cold. Just in terms of pure temperature; obviously, holdings hands made them warmer, and then they got cold fast when you separated them. Once his hand got free, Cristobal just let it fall back to him, putting the two hands together on his stomach, chilling quietly on the floor of the car. Seemed like they would be at their destination in about twenty minutes or so. There was another yawn; yeah, well, now he was even more comfortable.

When Kyrie turned her attention back to him, Cristobal turned his head enough so they could look at each other. Her initial words didn't really shake him; especially considering his sluggish state and his seeming inability to really think things through and deeply while chilling in his alcohol-induced state. He hadn't thought about it really; it's not like he would forget, it was more like that he would probably not think about it. If he saw her in the streets or if in a newspaper, he would probably remember her and remember the night they'd spent together. He didn't remember everybody he delivered things to, but he could certainly remember the ones that had turned his evening upside-down. Although, truth be told, Kyrie was the only one who could think of that had done that, really.

When it came to the prospect of them being actual friends, it was only at that time that Cristobal tried to kick his brain into some sort of thinking process. Besides his colleagues back at work, he didn't have "friends". Even the workers there weren't exactly "friends"; they were just that, colleagues. He didn't go out with them, he didn't invite them over, and vice versa. They were just colleagues, and none of it extended beyond the work place at all. How was it to have an actual friend outside the work place? How was it to hang out with someone after work? He had no idea.

"Uh... Okay. If you want to remember and all, I guess," Cristobal eventually answered, after Kyrie was done speaking to him. "I dunno, you're kinda the same... People thinking I'm a freak and stuff, you know?" He looked away and turned his attention back to the window above the two, staring at the stars up above. "Never really had a friend before... I have coworkers, but they're not friends and stuff." He shrugged slightly, twiddling his fingers together as they sat on his stomach, hands intertwined. He looked like he waned to say more, but his head couldn't think of anything else to add. It was left at a sort of awkward comment, but he had nothing more to say, really.

[Kallile]

Kyrie smiled and gave a soft clap of her hands before reaching back down to brush her hand against his. “I was hoping you would say that…I don’t want to pretend this never happened.” She said finally as she looked back out the window as well. The idea of looking for particular stars was now long gone from her mind and instead she was looking at the just to be looking. In her mind she was playing a sort of ‘connect-the-dots’ game with them, but slowly she heaved a sigh and seemed to sink even more comfortably into the floor.

She didn't really like hearing that she was still the same as everyone else, bu her mind was too foggy to really register it as any sort of insult. Instead it was the fact that he didn't think he had true friends that bothered her. She had fake friends who only tried to hang out with her because she was young, rich, and pretty...but she would take a million friends like Cristobal over them anyday.

“Maybe one day I’ll come visit you again and…we can go and do something else. But planned this time.” She frowned a little, pretending that the look was made from concentration on the stars above them. “If you wanted to.” She yawned and scooted a little closer to him as the warmth and the hum of the engine and the road rushing by beneath them filled in the gaps of silence. Her eyes flickered a few times as sleep closed in on her, and finally Kyrie let it wash over her and carry her off into a drink-induced slumber. As she drifted off the hand that was close to his twitched and her fingers wrapped around his again. A smile crossed her sleeping face as the young model sighed—the night now lost to her.

[Jaykobell]

From those words, Cristobal himself had to wonder if he really didn't want to remember this particular night, too. Like he'd just said, he really didn't have any friends. He had coworkers, but none of them had ever gotten his trust to go beyond just that: coworkers. None had managed to make him feel overly comfortable or even appreciated, so he couldn't call any of them friends. Tonight, though, it was a complete stranger who'd offered her help and time to him, and who had offered her room and her food and drinks to him. It was someone who had, despite him not believing it, offered some sort of friendship and care to him, regardless of his position or his appearance. Even his drunk brain could muster the power to ask himself if he really did want to forget this particular night.

As for Kyrie visiting him and then proposing to do some sort of activity... Well, that was another thing he wasn't used to. "Uh... I dunno. If you wanted to, I guess," he answered, even though that wasn't much of an answer, or anything that helpful. Right now, he didn't really care if she wanted to or not, although his sober self would probably hit himself over the head for even taking her up on that offer. The teasing and mocking he would get from his coworkers would never end if they found out he had a human friend, especially considering Kyrie was a model.

Cristobal was a little put off by Kyrie wiggling closer to him, but at that point, he wasn't interested in struggling against her or pushing her away. He, too, was getting progressively sleepier, where lying down comfortably and being tired in general made it all the harder to stay awake. Eventually he, too, fell asleep on the floor of the limousine, sleep being the only thing that kept him from worrying about the fact he was currently so close to a woman who happened to be a stranger and a model.

[Kallile]

Kyrie continued to sleep soundly even as the car rolled to a stop nearly twenty minutes later. The window between the front and considerably larger back lowered silently before the blonde in a drivers cap poked her head back slightly.

“Kyrie, we’re…Kyrie?”

Seza glanced around at the empty seats, utterly confused, before leaning in just a bit further to see the two on the floor, currently innocently sleeping. The two empty bottles and faint smell of the rich malt caught her nose and she laughed a little. “About time you got to loosen up. Sleep tight.” Pulling around into a parking spot that seemed otherwise inconspicuous before putting the car into park. It was really only a handful of hours before dawn, but Seza turned the car off anyway. She doubted the vehicle would manage to get that chilled—especially with the two of them passed out on the floor closer to all the hot exhaust pipes.

Kicking off her shoes and putting her feet over into her co-pilot chair, Seza lowered her cap and resigned herself to sleep with a grin. Completely unaware of the open moonroof in the back and even less aware of the security camera above them…and the night guard watching every minute of it with glee and dollar signs in his eyes.  Oh when the press got a hold of this they would go nuts…and a bidding war might just spark over rights to the entire film if things got good. Everyone else would have to settle for the juiciest stills he happened to take. Regardless, the next morning was going to be buzzing with more than just news of the successful fashion show.

[Jaykobell]

It's usually once you start sleeping in the same bed as someone else that you start to notice just how much of a bad sleeper you are.

In this particular case, you could say that you couldn't know how much of a bad sleeper you are until you end sleeping on the same car floor as a model.

The stress of his job, the stress of his entire day, his primary getting plucked right off, the whole dispute with a complete stranger, and the overall stress and issues of the day before had driven Cristobal to be even more unpleasant and stressed out than usual. With all that tacked on with some alcohol, it hadn't been too surprising for the deliveryman to fall asleep, right next to a stranger, and in her fancy limousine car, even. He wasn't one for heavy drinking; he just wanted to drink enough to forget that he lived in a world where people thought he wasn't much more than a housepet — if that much.

By now, his flight googles and his bandana had both fallen off, slipping over around his neck for the entire night.  His hair had slowly started to fall off, which Cristobal liked to straighten every day with just enough gel so it wouldn't fall down and cover his eyes or be overall annoying while he was flying on the job. Down and natural, his hair was actually longer than you'd expect it to be for a guy.

He was sleeping on his side, curled up slightly, with one wing covering both him and Kyrie, while the other hung limply under Cristobal like a small bed sheet. With the sun slowly shining down from the open window over them, the deliveryman's face made a grimace as it felt the rays hit the both of them, and following that, it didn't take too long for him to wake up. Slowly opening his eyes, Cristobal initially didn't find the situation alarming or even strange. He thought this would be a normal morning, one where he woke up in his bed and in his apartment, and where he would get up and get ready for work.

He suddenly realized that wouldn't be the case when he noticed that sleeping model next to him, and that fact he was in his working clothes from the day before. Regardless of him sleeping next to someone, his initial reaction was to flail about and quickly get up from the car floor so that he could sit on the car seat behind him, as far away from Kyrie as possible.

"Gah! What the hell...?" He grabbed his head, feeling groggy and a bit of a headache coming up. Looking at the two empty bottles on the car floor, Cristobal's heart jumped a few heartbeats as he hoped to the heavens above that nothing had happened between the two of them. He was still wearing his clothes and he didn't feel any different, so his guess was that nothing regrettable had happened between the two of them.

It took some time, but eventually, his brain did remember bits and pieces of the night before, where Kyrie had invited to get him back to his apartment, where they'd spent the night together, where they'd drank more alcohol. Holding his head, the deliveryman shook it, exasperated. "What the hell did I end up doing..."

[Kallile]

The night went by without a second thought from the model as she progressively got cuddlier with the deliveryman on the floor as the warmth in the air disappeared and they two became each other’s source of warmth. Her hair regained its natural soft curls and the woman appeared less and less as a polished model and more like a regular woman one might meet on the streets. As the sun broke through the window above them Kyrie was not brought to wakefulness.

The makeshift ‘blanket’ and source of mutual warmth being ripped away in a flurry, however, did bring the model into the waking world and she let out a short and shrill yelp of surprise. “What!?” She yelped out again before reaching up to place her fingers gently to her temples as the booze from just hours ago swiftly reminded her it wasn’t done just yet. At just seeing the winged man and feeling the rough carpet of the car floor against her skin, she slowly remembered the night that had led here.

His question only made things foggier. What had happened? “I…don’t know. Nothing that I can think of. We were going to bring you home and you couldn’t remember…” She mused groggily as she pulled herself back up into her own seat without noticing the window still open behind her towards the front of the car where Seza was still sleeping.

Kyrie tucked her hair behind her ears nervously. This…had never happened before. What was she supposed to do? “I guess I broke my promise to you then…” She said quietly, sounding very broken about the idea in general. What kind of a person was she that she couldn’t even get a stranger home?

There was a stirring from the front area before the blonde-haired driver’s face appeared behind Kyrie. “Oh will you two give it a rest. You both snored all night and we’re at this guy’s office. You gave me the company name last night and I found it but you were both stone cold asleep by the time we got here.” She said—the heavy bags under her eyes looking perhaps a bit more exaggerated by the angle of the sunlight pouring in from the ceiling window.

[Jaykobell]

Clearly, regardless of whether or not his flailing would wake up the model was of very little concern to Cristobal. He was actually relieved when Kyrie woke up and she seemed to be feeling normal. For all he knew, regrettable things could've happened the night before from all the drinking. He had no idea just what he could do under too much alcohol, since he'd never drank to go that far. Not to mention, he didn't really want to find out.

"Ugh... what do you mean, I didn't remember?" He was never really sure where he lived, since he usually flew there instead of walking, but still, he couldn't have been so gone that he couldn't remember where he lived, could he? Just how much alcohol had he chugged down? Or was it the brands that had been too strong for him to handle? It's not like he bought the super classy or strong stuff, himself, so there was that possibility.

With Kyrie saying that he didn't remember, and with her driver saying that they were now at his work place, his first reaction was to check outside the window to see if they were really there. His heart jumped when he realize they were at his workplace, where everyone could potentially see him coming out of a limo, in which was a beautiful young model. If anyone saw him coming out of this car and caught a glimpse of Kyrie inside of it, Cristobal would never hear the end of this whole story.

The driver's words also didn't help make this whole thing any easier. "The problem is that we did give it a rest. If you knew we were asleep, why didn't you at least wake me up?" Looking at those bags under the driver's eyes was enough to tell the deliveryman that she couldn't have slept all that much all night. "It would've been much easier for me to explain why I crashed at work rather than explain why I'm coming out of a model's fancy limousine," he complained, his usual snarky temperament back, now that his brain wasn't drenched in alcoholic beverages of all kinds.

With that said, he pulled his sleeve to take a quick look at his watch. The day was still young and early; except maybe for his boss, no one should be already here. He sighed nervously, although he was glad it was still early in the day. "Thankfully no one should already be here to see me," he added, genuinely relieved that nobody would be around to start spreading a rumor or to ask him what in the world had happened. "So just let me out of the car now, and let's just agree that this whole thing never happened." The less he would remember, the smaller were the chances that he would talk about it and spill the beans about last night.

[Kallile]

Kyrie blinked at him before rubbing gingerly at her temples again. “You couldn’t remember…how to get there by the roads. I think. Something like that. You knew what it was near but not where it was and so we had to drive around to try and guess.” The foggy night was becoming slowly clearer, but the young model still couldn’t recall all the details she wanted with perfect clarity. But other than the start of a hangover she didn’t feel any differently than she had after the show, so those worries stayed pushed from her mind.

As the attention focused on Seza, the blonde driver held up her hands to try and calm the situation. “Hey man, I’m not waking up a drunk. Better to let you sleep; at least in here you’re not going to risk being mugged or murdered or whatever else might happen in this part of town.” She offered. Kyrie, however, took over from there.

“If that’s all that’s bothering you we could always drive a block or two away and you could just come in like you normally would. Then people wouldn’t have to see you.” The words ‘with me’ were in her mind but remained unspoken. She had truly never been with anyone like Cristobal and while it was refreshing at the same time…she couldn’t help but feel like she was a horrible person. Did he really not want to be seen out with her? Well, maybe he was just afraid of fame…

“But if no one is here the doors are open. You can leave whenever you want.” Seza looked over at Kyrie, noting the subtle change in her friends voice. “Just let me know where I need to go.” She said before turning around to face back out the windshield. Kyrie offered him a small smile and nodded.

“Fine…I won’t say anything to anyone if that’s what you want.” Kyrie agreed somewhat sadly.

[Jaykobell]

He wouldn't even dwell on the fact he couldn't remember where he lived. The urge to smack himself multiple times across the face came to him, but for now, he would have to keep the smacking to a mental one for now.

"I wasn't drunk!" Cristobal retaliated indignantly when Seza mentioned she wouldn't wake up a drunk. "And besides, what could have happened to me? I have the building keys, you could've just helped me get there." Of course, the detail that he did have the keys with him hadn't been mentioned to begin with. However, even with that said, the deliveryman sighed. "Whatever, it doesn't even matter anymore. And driving around at this hour will just attract more attention." Driving away a few streets wasn't an option. If his coworkers weren't around to see him coming out of the car, then other people would be if they heard the noise and came to check it out. It was frighteningly quiet at this time of the day, and any noise was bound to attract unwanted attention.

Being offered the open doors, he was left a little uncomfortable at Kyrie's tone of voice with respect to them just forgetting that this thing ever happened. It's not that he cared, not really; mostly, he felt like it was more uncalled for to guilt-trip him about it rather than just letting it go. "Listen," he started as he turned back to Kyrie this time, since his attention had mostly been on Seza, "I'm telling you to forget the whole thing for your sake a lot more than mine. I probably told you how I'm a freak and everyone thinks I'm just trash, and God only knows what other self-pitying things I told you. I'm telling you to forget because if you tell anyone that you were with me, people will judge you. They'll make you feel bad about it and they'll make a whole case out of it." He got up and headed for the doors, although he stopped right in front of them before opening them. "If you want to keep your peace of mind intact, then forget we ever talked to each other," he added, without looking back at Kyrie, as he made his way out of the limo without adding another word.

Making his way out the limo, Cristobal left the car and the two women inside behind him, not looking back; just as if he'd never met the two and didn't feel the need to remember. For his own sake, too, it was best to forget any of this had ever happened. The less he remembered, the less he would mention it.

Making his way quietly, but quickly, towards his office, he shuffled in his pockets for the master keys. While doing so, he noticed the newspaper stack sitting in front of the office. He admitted that he loved checking out the newspaper every morning, just to be spiteful and see what kind of drama was happening. He unlocked the front door and put the keys away before he picked up the stack, checking out the headlines before going inside, again doing everything as if there weren't a fancy limousine sitting right next to the building.

[Kallile]

Fighting back the sudden surge of emotion Kyrie turned her head away from him and only nodded. Yes, she could remember him telling her that. But it didn’t mean she really wanted to believe it or just pretend she had never met someone as openly honest as he was. She was surrounded by people trying to suck up to her to get their fifteen minutes of fame; but if she had her choice she would take another twenty Cristobal’s to even one more suck-up. But at the same time she wasn’t sure why she suddenly felt the urge to sob. Maybe it was the alcohol still talking or maybe just the fact that the entire night had been so unusual, but no matter the cause the result was still the same.

Somehow, Kyrie found herself feeling a little heartbroken.  Not in the romantically heartbroken sense, but just hearing him try over and over to make himself sound like some cursed being because he had wings was getting to her. She didn’t care, but it appeared he was going to keep caring. “The offer…to hang out again sometime is still open. If it’s ever a dark night and you feel like remembering a friend.” She said as he closed the door and walked away.

Tears instantly began running down her face as Seza began to pull the car away, the driver staying quiet while the model cried herself back to sleep.

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Cristobal would not particularly care for the headline that graced the paper that morning. The security camera had captured everything and on the front page for all to see were the two sleeping cuddlers. Kyrie’s face was fully visible, though his hair and the wing wrapped over the both of the partly obscured Cristobal’s face.

Touched By An Angel?
Just hours after the events of the highly successful Fall Fashion Festival in the fair city of Jawan a parking lot security camera, the location of which has yet to be released, has begun circulation through the media world. Well-known face Kyrie Starbane, fashion model and producer for the gaming industry giant “Throttle System”, was seen in the early hours of this morning wrapped in the arms of a mystery man. The young man appears to have wings, although no angle on the camera can prove if these are props from last night’s fashion show or the real deal. Ms. Starbane, typically credited with being one of the most out-of-media princesses of the runway, is certainly making a huge debut. Critics are scrambling to find any information they can on this young man and the role he might play in the young entrepreneur’s life. While the jury is still out speculations are still running wild about what this might mean for Ms. Starbane and her future.

[Jaykobell]

Oh, but he did care for the headline.

Even if it did leave him completely confused and unable to coherently figure out how to react.

The moment Cristobal saw the picture, he dropped the stack awkwardly, missing his feet by a hair. He scrambled down to rip one newspaper out of the rubber band-tied package, ripping some pieces of the paper and crippling others, but it's not like he particularly cared. Despite the picture covering him for the most part, his colleagues would most likely recognize him. That was easily something he could deny; he could just tell them to shut the hell up and that there was no way something like that would happen to him. Kyrie, however, was completely exposed, and the paper targeted her specifically. While the article was still mild, the idea was that they would continue to milk this story and it would definitely go down the wrong way. You couldn't trust the media to make any kind of story believable or bearable.

Cristobal looked around, and quickly he noticed the thing he'd been looking for: the security camera. Considering they were both asleep, that picture could've only been taken here, while the limousine was sitting in the parking lot. The deliveryman crumbled the paper in his hands in a rage, and the urge to break that godforsaken piece of scrap was beyond bearable. Despite that, breaking the thing would accomplish nothing. The camera took the film and the pictures, but everything was stored separately in its own tape and database.

The idea to get into the security room to break the tapes and delete the evidence did cross his mind, although the possible consequences did also come with it. If he did something like that and was found out, there was no telling what would happen to him.

The one thing he could do right now, however, was get rid of the newspaper. Hey, if the guy didn't drop them by the office for one day, it was possible, right? Of course it was.

Shuffling the one copy back under the rubber band awkwardly, Cristobal grabbed the package and entered the building. Once that was done, he made his way immediately to the photocopying room, where the photocopier, fax, and other such things were found — including a massive paper shredder. Dumping the stack in the paper bin would do nothing; people would be able to find it and prove that the papers were delivered. By shredding them to pieces, people wouldn't be able to tell what kind of paper it was.

He spent the majority of his early start to shred every single copy of the newspaper they'd been given. He passed a few copies at once through the shredder and shredded some by hand himself, up until no copies were left. Once every single copy had been destroyed, Cristobal took the garbage bag and went to throw that out. The entrance to the building was also checked by cameras, which was another reason why Cristobal couldn't just take it from outside and dump it away: the camera would've caught that on tape. It would've also caught the newspaper truck delivering the stack, but hopefully the newspapers missing wasn't enough of a suspicious act to check the camera footage.

With the paper destroyed, Cristobal sighed. God only knew how things would proceed from now on. Even though destroying these copies wouldn't keep the TV channels from spreading the word, at least it would keep some people in the dark still.

With that done, Cristobal went back inside the building. The day would be long and unbearable — and so would the following days. What was going to happen now?