♪ Let it all out ♪ (Closed)

[Skylar]

I down a few mouthfuls of my beer while Myk talks. I'm not being rude, it's just the best time to drink. Right? Keeps me quiet at least. Myk seems to be doing well keeping up though. Can't fault the guy on the conversational front.
I gotta say, what he says shocks me a bit. I mean I figured him for the free spirit type and all, but he's sounding down on relationships in general. I gotta wonder if he's been burned in the past. Me. Nope. Never been burned. Well, unless you count that week away from Ric immediately after we got married, cos man that sucked donkey balls. I was ******* catatonic is what I was. Thank **** he came and got me. I can't imagine where I'd be right now if he hadn't.
I shudder at that thought and hope Myk doesn't notice. I'm not sure I wanna explain about my marriage and go into detail about it with a guy I just met. I could. I so could, and it's not like me to keep my mouth shut but, yeah, no. Not gonna talk about that. Didn't happen. yep. Selective amnesia is what I'm imposing on that little event.
He changes tact and starts talking about friendships. Man I'd live and die the guys. Unless Ricky kills them, then all bets are off. I don't know what it is about that guy but I'm pretty damn sure he could guy me and I'd still wanna **** him the moment I healed. I should have left his *** when he killed Dillon. Didn't though, of course.
Still ******* hurts though. I grimace as I bring the bottle to my lips and chug down another couple of mouthfuls. ****, love is weird.
I kinda join the conversation again when I'm asked about Ric and I. How long have we been together. Hmm. What day is it? No, not what day, what's the date? I do a few quick calculations. Married just under a month. And together... well that's a tricky bunny that one. I'd say six months. Ric, Ric might say four. Wow. I guess that ain't long but then again, when you know, you know. Right? ****, I knew drunk.
"Well married, just under a month. So that ain't long. And there was a week in there where we kinda weren't together, even if we were married and ****. Don't ask."
I don't wanna go into the specifics. Wait. Did I already tell him? How many beers have I had? did I drink before I came out. ****. I should go home before I go all out blonde or something and forget where the **** I live.
"But we met not long after I got vampified. So... six months. Though Ric would tell ya it's probably closer to four cos I kinda didn't tell him we were dating at the start. He was kind of a flight risk, so it was best not to spook him."
I say that like it explains something. it really doesn't. You've kinda gotta know Ric and know that he's pretty much socially inept to understand how you can date someone for two months without them noticing. ****. I'd moved in with him before we had that conversation. Poor Ric. Ha! Poor Ric my arse. He should thank his lucky stars he met me.
My phone pings. There's no ringtone, no vibration, so I know it's a text. I root it out of my pocket and look up at Myk. guess I have to cut this little chat short.
"Sorry hun, gotta bail. The guys need me."
I don't explain what they need me for. It's not really any of his business and for once I don't feel like running my mouth. I do however hand Myk my phone.
"Put your digits in there beautiful and give yourself a missed call. We'll keep in touch."
I stand up and down my drink, readying myself to leave. I have to grab my guitar case and check the area around me a second time before I go, else I'll forget something. I never do, but it's habit. ****. Maybe this is an OCD thing I picked up from Ric. Is OCD catching? Maybe. I already knock in even numbers and ****.

[Myk]

Skylar didn’t interrupt his train of thought, which was pretty unusual and yet not so unusual at the same time. Myk might have been quiet in the beginning of their chance encounter, but he had his reasons. Now that he’d gotten to know her a little better and it seemed they actually had a lot to talk about, there was no stopping his motor mouth. There hadn’t been much to stop Skylar’s in the beginning, so it was interesting to Myk to see how they both seemed to swap roles as the night progressed. Not that he was insulted or thought anything deeper on the subject. For all he knew, Skylar was listening and considering her own perspective on what he’d said, or maybe it encouraged her to think of her past. There was nothing quite like nostalgia to draw a person out of the real world and into dream land. Skylar did have that dreamy look on her face like she was miles away – when she wasn’t drinking – and Myk found it rather endearing. He was happy so long as she was happy, really. Yes, he was one of those Vampires – still very much attached to his morals and upstanding citizenship. Just because you lost your Humanity in the turning did not mean that you had to lose your humanity. That was not something Myk could understand about their kind, why everyone was just so hostile and combative all the time. They needed one of three things to chill the hell out according to the Telepath: a holiday, a lay, or a stake to the heart.

When Skylar chimed back in again following his question, Myk must have been starting on a road to miles away himself because he was overly surprised when she said she’d only known her husband for around seven months. If he’d have taken a mouthful of beer in that time, it would now have been spurted across the table. Instead, pewter eyes widened and he blinked at her several times like she’d just re-assimilated his brain like a computer restart. He kept that blank, albeit surprised, expression on his face as Skylar continued about how she’d basically tricked him into a relationship too. This was probably why men had trust issues; this was probably why Myk had trust issues. He’d been in Ric’s predicament before and hadn’t been fond of the outcome. It hadn’t ended well for Myk, but it seemed as though Ric and Skylar must have had some deep and meaningful connection because they'd managed to weather a few storms. Myk was smiling again shortly after that realisation and so he didn’t mind at all when Skylar’s phone went off and the blonde had to make her excuses and leave. Some might have wondered about the validity of Skylar’s claim, but Myk wasn’t the type to care about such things. If people were too afraid to tell him the truth then that was their problem, not his. They’d be the one to suffer for it as he wouldn’t give two hoots!

When Skylar handed him her mobile phone with instructions about typing in his digits – his contact number – Myk stared at her dumbstruck again. He very rarely used a mobile phone these on account of having everything linked digitally and telepathically, but if she wanted a way to keep in touch, he could give her something. Myk took the offered device and created a new contact for himself, storing a mobile number, email address and messenger contact. She could reach him on in a number of ways now. Poor girl. Once he was done, the Telepath handed the device back with a smile.

“It was nice to meet you, Skylar,” he offered cheerily. “Good luck with the guys! And if you ever need anything, I’m pretty handy to call on.”

Myk let her go with a final wink between them and chose to stay a while at the bar and finish his drink, maybe do a little bit of people watching to pass some time too. He had no place to be specifically, he very rarely did. It would only be when he got bored or something sparked his curiosity would he leave this rabbit hole in search for another. Being crazy had its problems, but at least he could always have fun.

[Skylar]

I know I've done the right thing offering to keep in touch with Myk when he pretty much tells me I can call on him anytime. I'm not bad at making new friends but it's not something I generally go looking for, moments like these just kinda happen to me. I'd say I'm a good judge of character but I'm not so sure that's true. I just like everyone, till they prove I shouldn't. Myk's proved I should. For now at least.
I smile at him
"I'll be sure to do that. Thanks. You do the same. Don't be a stranger now."
I lean in and kiss him on the cheek.
"See ya around gorgeous."
That said, I walk out of the pub. I don't worry about Myk crushing on me. Yeah I'm unobtainable, but I don't run. I don't have to. I'm more a fire meets fire kinda girl. Besides. Push comes to shove, I'll just tell Ric and let him deal with it all. I'm not the kind to keep silent if **** goes south and Ric's been my go-to since the first time I blew myself up by accidentally stepping in traps in the family den. Stupid thing to do I know, but then I didn't do it on purpose. So yeah. I ain’t got nothing to fear from Myk. Not now. Not ever.