[mini plot] crash collide into space [#tor]

"WHERE," punch, "HAVE," shove, "YOU," cheek pinch, "BEEN!" rib poke!

Sorcha mosied her way into Tor's place and welcomed herself into his pantry for two glasses, into his freezer for his half-arsed ice cubes in ice trays. She held the plastic thing up and stared at Tor with the tray flopping pathetically around in her grip. "These aren't that hard to make, you lazy arse." She rolled her eyes and couldn't help but smirk and shake her head at his complete boy-dom. Clinking some cubes into the glasses, she unscrewed the bottle's top and filled the glasses halfway.

"Cheers, stranger! How's your lady lovely? And the other?" Sorcha smiled mischievously and let out a quick laugh before taking a healthy gulp of the rum. She winced and stuck her tongue out. "Ughhhh, that's rough. Why's it so rough?" Squinty eyes stared at the label, but Sorcha didn't really care. What she really thought was 'where was this brew last weekend'.

"I went on a date, too, you know!" She waggled her brows and leaned against the counter. "He was tall, dark, and handsome. And we went to the beach. And I had one of those super floppy hats on, you know, those really obnoxious ones!" Her hands were flapping around her head to help make sense of what she was describing.

It was helping! Duh!

"And he bought me flowers, and we swam in the ocean, and some dolphins swam up to shore to us!" Sorcha interlaced her fingers and pressed the back of her hand against her cheek as she swung her torso lightly from side to side, all ultra-dreamy-like and such. Super girly. Totally Sorcha.

"And then!... I woke up." Her hands flew up and out to her sides and then landed on top of her haphazard-haired head. They slid slowly down her cheeks, pulling her underlids just enough for a split second creepy face, and then fell to her sides in defeat. "We didn't even get to any really good parts! Damn birds wake up too early. Always chirping and chirping and chirping and just shut up already! WE GET IT! YOU CHIRP! MERLIN!"

"Working!!!!" Torsten Trickett's best friend rammed her way into his house... she always managed to find out when he was there. It was like she was spying on him. "Sorry- just been very busy." She walked into his kitchen like she lived there and started to make them drinks...already making comments on her lack of making ice cubs. He really sucked at making those things. He needed that muggle fridge that did it by itself. They think that's magic. As she made the drink and started to ask about Maddie, he smiled before taking a swig from the drink. It tasted a little off. What the hell did she bring? They usually drank fire-whiskey. She looked at the label and he attempted to look himself. Oh well- its alcohol and he didn't mind as long as it took the edge off. "She's good. I've been working so have not been hanging around her much.--- by the way what the hell did you buy to drink?"

He managed to take the bottle from her studying it and then placing it back down. She mentioned a date and his eyebrows perked up. "Sorcha on a date... Did I hear wrong? What was the world coming too?" He chuckled out, taking a drink as she described her actually pleasant date... but then she said she woke up. He managed to crack up. "Maybe your a seer and it'll happen, without the lack of birds." He chuckled out... he was being nice. Normally he would just say you scare even the dream men away but he was preoccupied today.

Torsten went to the couch and sat down looking at the girl in front of him. "Should totally bring that bottle over here." He chuckled out, jokingly. "So what else have you been up to?" The stuff she brought was gross but it made him want more. It was actually starting to feel it which was weird. Normally it did not hit him this hard.  She must of got the good stuff or just his tolerance is going on. Maybe he should drink more often. He has been very good with controlling his liquor.

"I completely agree!" Sorcha didn't date. She didn't really see the need. And she was already so distracted with life and everything else going on that she didn't need some clinging beard, or lack of!, always at her side. She liked space, and a loooooot of it! The girl liked knowing hands down that she could do what she wanted, when she wanted, where she wanted, how she wanted to do it. Those humanoids with tally wackers always got in the way. Always caused trouble.

Now that didn't mean she hated being around them! In fact, some of her best and easiest relationships were with those tally wacker slingers! Case in point!

Sorcha rolled her eyes and couldn't help but smile. "I should go put a bird feeder by my neighbor four doors down so they bug that old hag." The brunette commented lightly before wrapping her fingers around the neck of the bottle and bouncing on over towards the couch. "Ask and you shall receive, kind sir!" She fake-bowed, clanked the bottle to the table, flopped back into the couch and let out a hefty sigh. "A lot of this…" she stole an equally hefty sip of the alcohol from her glass, that didn't spill as she flopped! It was a skill!

"Keeping myself out of trouble otherwise. Trying to stay occupied. But, people suck." She shrugged and almost scooted closer to Torsten before her mind caught up to her body. What the hell was that… Sorcha's eyes widened for a moment before her brow arching took over instead. She blinked and held her glass a little tighter, this time with both hands. She pulled her legs up and into an indian-styled seating position. "I think this was supposed to be a whiskey of some sort. It tastes like shite, BUT! I already feel fuzzy, you know?" She shrugged again and bounced a few times lightly on the cushion.

"And you? Working? That's it? There are no matches going on at the moment that are worthwhile. Trades are happening. Haters still hate. Takers always take." Owners were tossing players around like hot potatoes as of late. Sorcha was safe, or so she was told. "Super annoying." Sorcha added, noticeably irritated by their antics. "Other, normal people want to take things too! Haven't you ever wanted to take something you at one point couldn't have but it was within reach? Just -" Sorcha made a quick grabbing motion and came up with the bottle from the table. "Gotcha!" She let out a series of light laughs, "Like that! It's yours! People with power get to have all the fun." Womp womp.

"A bird-feeder might help! Those birds will still be at the neighbors though. Watch them attack your date when you leave like that muggle movie- uh... what is it again... yes- BIRDS!" He chuckled gently at his goof-ball friend. He really should help her out in the dating field. His brothers both were stuck on their women. He really did not have many guy friends. Actually, he did not have many friends. He really needed to get out more. Torsten's mind and everything has been revolving around Maddie. She was everything to him now. He really was never that stuck on a girl before. It was nice finding someone... it was Sorcha's turn. "Want me to find you a date? I can ask around?" He smirked at her.

Sorcha brought the bottle and sat next to him. He chuckled when she mentioned that she has been drinking, but then continued. He did not notice her scooting over to him. As he mentioned it was whiskey, he raised an eyebrow. "I have to say- you picked a weird tasting one... but it does get us drunk." He chuckled. He was glad that she was his best friend. They could confine in each other and he was glad he could always be so brutally honest with her. She got it. She did not judge. "Wait you are already feeling it? Aren't you immune to this stuff?" He looked at it raising his eyebrow and turning his head slightly. He was only joking. He finished his new glass, refilling it. It was already hitting him, also. He was feeling fuzzy and warm. He loved the feeling.

"Well, I have been hanging around Maddie as much as I can. Yet- no trades, nothing really exciting. Working on a diet and training. I think I need to bulk up more." He patted his stomach slightly. "To many cupcakes you think?" He raised an eyebrow. As she spoke about wanting something just out of reach... he understood completely. He adored Maddie with all his heart. Sometimes he just did not want to say how he felt cause she did not want to mess it up... Maddie was always in his mind... Something felt weird though. He never knew how much Sorcha could be philosophical. She was actually really pretty with her glass grasped. He thought for a second- what was that? Sorcha was his best friend.... and gorgeous. He took a sip out of his drink and set it down. "So what do you want that's out of reach?" He raised an eyebrow. "Other than more whiskey." He stood up and took the bottle, drinking straight out of it. "Nothing you can do about that- my germs are on it now."

He smirked gently at her and moved around to the other side of the table. "I do feel sorry for them, but I am happy with what I have. Good friends. Good spirits. Good life." He smiled at her, shaking the bottle slightly teasing her.