[center][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/bpNhdkKq7dVwk/giphy.gif[/img][/center]Cecily Ashworth
Classic Building 3C
Interacting with [@Nallore]
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[color=cyan]"Save your money for something better like a new car instead of that rusted death trap you have." [/color]

Cecily snorted, raising an eyebrow at her roommate. She could just [i]imagine[/i] the look of horror on Dean Winchester's face at hearing baby be insulted like that. She had purchased that beat up impala on purpose -- she didn't care for cars, but if she could consider her method of transportation to be a [i]Supernatural[/i] reference, then it was worth it. Her roommate walked over to the table, and Cecily couldn't help but continuing to chuckle. Of course, she shut up rather quickly at Riley's next comment. 

[color=cyan]"Though you could maybe pay me back by going out to dinner sometime?" [/color]Riley asked, winking at her.

Cecily's face turned a dark shade of red, and trying to seem natural, she turned around to peer at one of the magnets on the fridge. She had never been the type to go on dates -- or more specifically, to date anyone. It didn't make sense to her. She didn't understand the appeal of slobbering over another person, no matter how many songs, sonnets, books, movies, and stories were written about it. The concept escaped her.

[i]What would Iron Man do?[/i] Cecily asked herself, summoning up her courage and her nerves. 

[color=#00ccff]"Sure. How does tomorrow sound?" [/color]Cecily asked nonchalantly, quickly gulping down half a glass of water. She tried to smile and appear cool, perhaps even sexy, but instead, a bit of the water went down into her lungs, and she pitched forward, coughing her head off. 

[color=#00ccff]"I mean... if you want to," [/color]Cecily added, trying to regain her "cool"-ness. 

After her roommate carefully put to bed Cecily's suggestion of her playing at the block party, Cecily glanced out the windows, feeling slightly like an impatient child. Time ticked by far too slowly, with the block party seemingly being hours away for an eternity. She was just waiting for her phone to ring--another murder, another robbery, another assault--and to whisk her away from her one night off. 

Cecily shook her head slightly, biting into her breakfast. It couldn't stop her from feeling antsy.