Archie had curled himself up into an armchair much like a cat would. On his lap lay a poetry book, mostly forgotten, but he had to at least look like he was preparing for the lessons next week. his attention however was fully turned to the Bike magazine in his hands. He flicked through the pages, staring longingly at each new bike. He had 2 already, well 3, but seeing as the KTM lived at his parents' house in Scotland, he didn't really see it much.
He paused at the page displaying BMW's latest and couldn't help but mutter a barely audible but obviously 'lust' filled.
'Oh my fucking God...'
Totally un-aware that he was no longer alone.
Full Version: A little poetry reading...
Tom was starting to tire of his own company. Having been here for three days already and being the only one of his department to have arrived, he hadn't really had anyone to talk to. On top of that, he was new, so it was harder to get in with the other teachers because they all knew each other already. He'd been sitting in his room when finally he'd given up trying to write a lesson plan and had decided to go and practise pool or something in the lounge.
As he entered the room, he became aware of someone sitting reading. He approached, prepared to introduce himself, when he was interrupted by an exclamation from the man. Leaning over to see the cause, he realised the outburst was fully justified. "Wow... That is just..." He couldn't even find the words to describe it, but he was sure he would be understood. Stepping round in front of the chair to introduce himself properly, he offered a hand to shake and said, "I'm Tom, drama & writing."
As he entered the room, he became aware of someone sitting reading. He approached, prepared to introduce himself, when he was interrupted by an exclamation from the man. Leaning over to see the cause, he realised the outburst was fully justified. "Wow... That is just..." He couldn't even find the words to describe it, but he was sure he would be understood. Stepping round in front of the chair to introduce himself properly, he offered a hand to shake and said, "I'm Tom, drama & writing."
Archie looked up and took the offered hand. 'Archie Newton at your service.' He grinned, taking in the wild hair and cheeky glint in the other man's eyes. 'Resident bike nut. Oh and I'm also writing and drama, so I suppose I will be sharing the little devils with you.'
He tapped his finger against the price of the bike. 'Shame she's so expensive eh? A penniless writer like me could never afford that.' He looked mournful for a second, then laughed. 'Though I wouldn't have anywhere to put her anyway.'
He closed the magazine and unfolded himself from the chair, crossing to the counter to get himself a drink. 'Coffee? I hope I'm not being too assuming, but judging by your reaction to the Beemer I'm guessing you have a bike. I have 3 myself, but my KTM lives back home with mum and dad.'
He tapped his finger against the price of the bike. 'Shame she's so expensive eh? A penniless writer like me could never afford that.' He looked mournful for a second, then laughed. 'Though I wouldn't have anywhere to put her anyway.'
He closed the magazine and unfolded himself from the chair, crossing to the counter to get himself a drink. 'Coffee? I hope I'm not being too assuming, but judging by your reaction to the Beemer I'm guessing you have a bike. I have 3 myself, but my KTM lives back home with mum and dad.'