I've chosen to forever claim this blog as my eternal creative outlet. I mean, isn't that what it's supposed to be?
Okay, well, remember the blog post I wrote yesterday or the other day, I get my days all confused? Well, I've chosen to write off of that post. So viola! I've got Charlie and Kath for you!
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Charlie tried to focus on his project, but it was difficult with Kath pacing the floor in front of the empty canvas.
"Could you sit down?" he asked impatiently.
"No," Kath said, exasperated. "I need inspiration. I need something."
"Well your need for inspiration is interfering with my work. Just put a color on the canvas and it'll come to you. It always does."
"I'm just not feeling it right now." She put her palette down and took off her smock. "You know what might help." She sat down next to him on the couch and leaned in like a little kid might when they want something.
He threw his notepad on the coffee table, he wouldn't be able to work as long as Katherine was being herself. "What?" he looked over to see his beautiful girlfriend smiling at him. Deep auburn hair a mess and pulled back into a lopsided ponytail, she had a crazy look in her eyes that warned him it was going to either cost him a lot of money or possibly be so over the top that it would beat all of her other crazy ideas.
"What if we got all dressed up in really fancy clothes and then went to a really fancy restaurant and ordered expensive food that we can't afford and then maybe that'll give me some inspiration." She smiled and nodded trying to persuade him to go along. Even though he knew she wanted to go to the new fancy Italian restaurant that he definitely couldn't afford on his salary, he couldn't resist her nose wrinkle that she did when she giggled at her own idea and the way her lips pursed when she tried not to smile because she knew he would cave eventually.
"Alright," Charlie said after a few seconds. Better to cave now than later. Katherine smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.
"Thank you! Thank you!" she cried, jumping off the couch and running to the bedroom. "I'll lay out your clothes!"
After a few minutes the door opened and out popped Kath wearing a red forties flapper dress, red lipstick and a red feather in her hair to match. Her black heels made her two inches taller and she stopped in the door frame and tilted her head to the side. "What do you think?"
Charlie smiled. He was rarely speechless, but this was one of those moments. He stood up and walked over, grabbing Kath's waist and pulling her toward him. He kissed her neck and then worked his way up to her mouth.
"Guess you like it," Kath said. She pushed him away and ran back in the room. "Now come see what I put out for you!" Charlie followed her into the bedroom and to his dismay, on the bed lay a black zoot suit with matching fedora hat, a red feather, and a red shirt that matched Kath's dress.
"You're kidding right?" he asked.
Kath crossed her arms and frowned. "Come on," she said not amused. "You agreed, you have to wear it, or we play the game."
Charlie contemplated... wear the outfit and be mortally embarrassed in front of everyone at the restaurant or play the game, at which Kath would most certainly win.
The GAME was a way to settle arguments or broken promises. They picked a subject like diseases, animals, cars, etc and then start from A and go through the alphabet and name as many as they can. The first person to hesitate or who is unable to come up with something loses - and has to be at the other's beck and call for a day. And after two years with Kath, after two years of playing the game, Charlie had only ever won, once - and that was because Kath was sick. It wasn't really even fair he'd won.
"Okay." Charlie said. "Let's go out."
Kath smiled, clearly knowing she would have won anyway.
Ten minutes later, reluctantly, Charlie stood in front of the mirror in full outfit staring glumly at his reflection as Katherine applied her eye make up in the mirror. It was a rare occasion that she ever even wore make up. He thought it made her look like a clown, but it went with the costumes.
And then ten minutes after that they headed out the door with Kath skipping to the car and Charlie dismally lacking behind.
"Could you sit down?" he asked impatiently.
"No," Kath said, exasperated. "I need inspiration. I need something."
"Well your need for inspiration is interfering with my work. Just put a color on the canvas and it'll come to you. It always does."
"I'm just not feeling it right now." She put her palette down and took off her smock. "You know what might help." She sat down next to him on the couch and leaned in like a little kid might when they want something.
He threw his notepad on the coffee table, he wouldn't be able to work as long as Katherine was being herself. "What?" he looked over to see his beautiful girlfriend smiling at him. Deep auburn hair a mess and pulled back into a lopsided ponytail, she had a crazy look in her eyes that warned him it was going to either cost him a lot of money or possibly be so over the top that it would beat all of her other crazy ideas.
"What if we got all dressed up in really fancy clothes and then went to a really fancy restaurant and ordered expensive food that we can't afford and then maybe that'll give me some inspiration." She smiled and nodded trying to persuade him to go along. Even though he knew she wanted to go to the new fancy Italian restaurant that he definitely couldn't afford on his salary, he couldn't resist her nose wrinkle that she did when she giggled at her own idea and the way her lips pursed when she tried not to smile because she knew he would cave eventually.
"Alright," Charlie said after a few seconds. Better to cave now than later. Katherine smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.
"Thank you! Thank you!" she cried, jumping off the couch and running to the bedroom. "I'll lay out your clothes!"
After a few minutes the door opened and out popped Kath wearing a red forties flapper dress, red lipstick and a red feather in her hair to match. Her black heels made her two inches taller and she stopped in the door frame and tilted her head to the side. "What do you think?"
Charlie smiled. He was rarely speechless, but this was one of those moments. He stood up and walked over, grabbing Kath's waist and pulling her toward him. He kissed her neck and then worked his way up to her mouth.
"Guess you like it," Kath said. She pushed him away and ran back in the room. "Now come see what I put out for you!" Charlie followed her into the bedroom and to his dismay, on the bed lay a black zoot suit with matching fedora hat, a red feather, and a red shirt that matched Kath's dress.
"You're kidding right?" he asked.
Kath crossed her arms and frowned. "Come on," she said not amused. "You agreed, you have to wear it, or we play the game."
Charlie contemplated... wear the outfit and be mortally embarrassed in front of everyone at the restaurant or play the game, at which Kath would most certainly win.
The GAME was a way to settle arguments or broken promises. They picked a subject like diseases, animals, cars, etc and then start from A and go through the alphabet and name as many as they can. The first person to hesitate or who is unable to come up with something loses - and has to be at the other's beck and call for a day. And after two years with Kath, after two years of playing the game, Charlie had only ever won, once - and that was because Kath was sick. It wasn't really even fair he'd won.
"Okay." Charlie said. "Let's go out."
Kath smiled, clearly knowing she would have won anyway.
Ten minutes later, reluctantly, Charlie stood in front of the mirror in full outfit staring glumly at his reflection as Katherine applied her eye make up in the mirror. It was a rare occasion that she ever even wore make up. He thought it made her look like a clown, but it went with the costumes.
And then ten minutes after that they headed out the door with Kath skipping to the car and Charlie dismally lacking behind.
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Sorry for the awkward text difference and slight highlight. I posted this on Deviant Art earlier and had to copy and paste it from there.
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