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Seth saw her green light and decided it was time to proceed with caution.  "I assume you're not involved anyone?" he asked, wanted her to restate her status in a definite way while also not directly asking "Would you say you're having sex with anyone with any degree of frequency who hasn't explicitly stated they don't care who else you have sex with."  He was almost done with his coffee and swirled it about the melting ice cubes for good measure.

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She shook her head and gave a small shrug. "Not involved with anyone... Not for a while." She said with a sheepish grin. She wouldn't mind if Seth turned into a midnight call and 1am hook up. He looked like the type of guy who knows what he can do, and he seems like a decent enough person to get involved with it that way. "Why?" She asked with a quizical but cute head tilt accompanied by a tiny half grin.

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She seemed to be on the same page - Seth wouldn't mind being a "reliable fuckbuddy".  Taken aback, his expression flashed a hint of pleasant surprise, and he sipped his coffee to hide a smirk before replying, "Nothing, just asking."  He appeared to have run out of coffee and felt a wave of slight anxiety: now what the hell will he do with his hands? He appeared to look pensively at the art again, but he was actually furiously overthinking...

 

Right, so go back, clean apartment, shower, get ready...I think I have condoms, but I'm not sure if there's decent ones left over or it's just the rejects like banana-flavored.  Heh, banana.  I'll just buy more, it's better to have them and not need them than need them and not have them.  What if she invites me over to her place? Would bringing a toothbrush seem like overkill? Would it be creepy if I invited her to my place? Neither of us know each other that well - both of us could be axe-murderers.  What if she's bait for a sadistic n-path? I should bring a gun.  What if she sees it and thinks I'm a sadistic n-path...or if I have to use it and I'm in the news, and they search my house and find that one WWII knife I have and the news says I'm a Nazi and I lose my job and can never get another and I have to do an interview with 60 Minutes just so I don't starve and lose the car that I'm living in because my landlord thinks I'm a Nazi too and they evict me and no one will sell me a house because I was on the news? What if they find the weed and Xanax in my house and they paint me as a drug addict and I put marijuana legalization back 10 years? I'd be like another "Bath Salts Guy Who Was Actually High as Fucking Fuck". I should just not have a gun.  I should re-think my life...maybe become a vegan and go to church, but a church that doesn't judge people, and start thinking about the privileges I have as a white male, and stop ignoring the pan-handlers like they don't exist...but if stopped and talked to every single beggar every time I went out, it would take me an hour just to go get a beer.  Shut up, you paranoid bastard. Shut the fuck up, breeeeeeathe, and pay attention to this girl.

 

It was right as Seth started to glaze over that he snapped out of "it" and took a sip from the near-empty cup of iced coffee.  He remained in the same position, but he was more still, detectably a little agitated as though he just remembered he left the stove on.

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Maren was thinking of how this would go over. Would he be the one to ask or eould she have to take the first step abd recommend it to him. She knew he had to have been out of coffee because she heard ice moving without The cushion of liquids around it. Her drink had become too watered down for her to enjoy anymore. She also watched as his body launguage changed again and became more annoyed and she kind of crinkled her nose a bit. What if he wasn't interested in her personally and he was just offering an idea? Well, Maren had an idea of her own.

"How about we continue this convrrsation later tonight? Maybe we could go to that drive in a couple minutes outside of town? I could borrow my dad's truck and ee could set up ab awesome movie bed in the back." Maren offered, hoping too because that drive in was her favorite place for both normal and sexual dates, and she wouldn't mind seeing a good movie.

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Seth's mind came back to the topic on-hand and the apparently emotional fog disappeared.  "That sounds really cool, actually." he said, sincerely impressed by the idea.  It was a simple and nonthreatening idea, honestly better than what he was going to suggest, better than a prostitution-by-proxy dinner date or the weird in-home-fuck-on-first-date date where things can get awkward.  "Am I going to have to meet your dad?" he asked, half joking.  It was definitely way too early to get involved with familial introductions, but he felt fairly certain that a man with a typical dad-mind would probably not assume the best of a decently-built, tattooed, long-haired guy in a Satanic Warmaster shirt and say "Okaaay, you two have a good time, m'kay!".  That being said, Seth does enjoy looking at stars and is beyond the teenage years of having to consciously worry about "keeping it in his pants".

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Maren laughed a little and shook her head. "No meeting my Dad, he works nights so we would just trade cars." She explained. Her Dad would probably throw a hissy fit if he was introduced to Seth right now but might consider him due to the situation with Matt. "We can pick the movie when we get there because it is mostly empty on Sunday nights. I'm partial to horror movies myself." She explained. Even though she looked like an innocent girl who would enjoy a Nicholas Sparks movie and cry over chocolate, she actually is a girl who prefers blood and gore and movies with zombies, psychos, or paranormal features. Her favorite horror movies are directed and written by Rob Zombie and not many people would think that of a girl like Maren,

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Seth nodded with approval, "Righteous...I like some horror".  He really had no expectations when it came to the movie.  Like coffee and beer, he wasn't very discriminating in terms of quality.  He was just starting to tease out why things like lighting or camera angles made him feel "this way" or "that way", and what actually constituted "good acting".  It was part of his process of figuring out why he liked indie movies better than blockbusters.  He had a slight preference for things which were substantially obtuse and highly symbolic, yet still was sufficiently amused by dick-and-fart jokes and jump-scares.  He had issues with gore-porn and body horror...perhaps because he did spend some time in pre-med, enough to know what the human body should do and things that make him think Nope, I'm done. I'm so fucking done...but thankfully, he liked everything else, particularly supernatural movies about things like ghosts, poltergeists, and exorcisms.

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She smiled and in a couple wiggles she had her feet out from underneath her and she was standing and fixing her dress. "It's a date than." She said enthusiastically. She looked at Seth and smiled again, offering her hand to make it 'official' and maybe just to see what his hands feel like.

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"So kyoot," Seth thought to himself as Maren got up, seemingly excited that they had a date. He also stood and offered his hand in a sort of handshake; not a "m'lady" type of handshake but not quite the same as he would greet a male acquaintance with. He didn't try to crush her hand, or reach up her forearm, just a reasonable handshake. Seth had rather average hands, appropriate for his stature and proportionate to themselves; they were somewhere between narrow, thin, smooth "surgeon hands" and heavily-calloused "workin' man hands". The only way they were particularly any type of way was that he had fingernails, cut slightly shorter than his fingertips with slightly longer thumb nails. It was less of a stylistic choice and more the fact that his body was good at growing fingernails and he wasn't obsessive enough to bite them down to the quick as many men did, but rather clipped them when they started to become noticeable.

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She had a bright smile on her face and so many thoughts were running through her head. What was she going to wear? Did she want to wear skinny jeans and a tank to show off those curves of hers or did she want to just change dresses? She also thought about weather she should act more flirty or let him come to her. She was thinking about how many blankets she needed to bring and how many pillows. She thought of snacks and drinks and everything that she really shouldn't be thinking as she is still holding his hand. She was thinking of what he would think if during the second movie, because drive ins always have two together, she fell asleep. Would he try to get hot with her right away or watch the movie? Would she have to bring her stash of condoms just incase he tried to not use one? What if it did get heated? Wait to get to his place or try to hid it in the truck? Her face was slowly growing a dark shade of pink and she slowly let hus hand go, tucking her hair behind her ear. "A date.." She whispered a bit as she looked up at him.

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Seth was also hesitant to let her hand go, because she wasn't letting his go, but when he felt her grip relax he released her hand, feeling awkward.  "Yea.  Um...do you want to meet somewhere at a certain time or would you like my number?" he asked, though quietly in case Matt didn't have his headphones on.  While not giving too much thought to the issue, he also considered what he'd want to wear; he considered the black beater and cargo pants he was wearing to be trashy, though suitable for riding a bike across town to pick up a shitty car.  While his ultimate "DTF" clothing tended to be what could best be described as "dressy pajamas", he didn't want to give that impression.  He didn't want to look like he was trying to hard, either; perhaps just boots, jeans, and a t-shirt.

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She thought for a moment at what the best option would be. "How about you meet me at my house around 8? The movie should start around 8:30." She offered. It would give her enough time to get ready three or four different times like evrry girl needed, and to talk to her dad about taking the truck.

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"Ah, cool" Seth replied, "Where do you live?" he then asked.  He thought having a phone number would make things easier, but he wouldn't press the issue if she was uncomfortable.

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"Well, its the big blue and white house on Lancaster. You can't miss it, its the one with the gate." She said shyly. She never liked to tell people her last name, which happened to be the rich and powerful Parish family. Thats another reason she never drove anything her dad got her, or had many friends. She was always taken advantage of. But she always tends to try sometimes.

"Just buzz in and ask for me. I'll be down really fast after that." She said softly to him. Hoping that hearing the explaination of the house wouldnt scare him away.

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Seth contemplated the location, as there were a few "Lancasters" in town. Lancaster Avenue was in an industrial park, and there were two Lancaster Streets: one in a sketchy neighborhood, Dallas Park, and the other in a super-nice one, Ambridge.  Based on the fact she said it had a gate, he felt confident her house was in Ambridge.  "Ok, I know where that is.  I guess I'll see you there," he said.  He lived on the outskirts of Ambridge for a few months while in-between homes, renting a room in a large house with college students.  While he was initially glad to live in a clean, safe area with low crime, it came to feel too nice as he stood out among the residents.  It was subtle things like side-eye as he walked down the sidewalk, people locking their car doors; his car at the time, a murdered-out Marauder with rims and tinted windows, didn't help his social standing either.  He gave off a certain "Detroit-ness" which he eventually shed...mostly.

 

((would you like to just skip ahead to when Seth arrives at Maren's house?))

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"I will see you then..." Maren said with a smile and after walking out of the shop and parting ways she did a tiny happy dance and walked home as fast as she could.

"Daddy!! Your keys! I need them!" She yelled through the house. It was around 7:45 and her dad was just now leaving for work. He came around the corner holding his keys out to her, which made her smile. She slipped her keys into his free hand while taking his keys and kissing his cheek. "Thank you, love you, LEAVE..." She said to him sweetly but rather impatiently. All he did was shake his head and within 2 minutes he was out of the house. She sighed and set the keys by her purse, going back into the bathroom to look over her outfit, hair and makeup one more time. She had decided on jean short with a white floral design on the back pockets. Her top was a nice dark blue and fit her tight in all the right places. She also had on a long cardigan that reached to the middle of her thighs, it was a light tan color with long sleeves that she restlessly played with while walking about the house waiting. Her hair wasn't anything special except she had showered and blow dried it which made it that 'messy but sexy' texture and look.

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Seth tossed his empty coffee cup and inadvertently followed Maren out of the coffee shop, but got in his car to leave.  It took a few attempts to start, and the power steering continued squealing when he turned the wheel.  He made it home, where showered and changed clothes.  It was warm, but not that warm, so he couldn't decide for some time between wearing shorts or jeans.  Finally, he decided on faded black jeans then walked around the house shirtless, with dripping hair, looking at Facebook on an iPad while he procrastinated at choosing a shirt.  It was when he realized he had 5 minutes to make a decision, he decided to reach into his closet and wear whatever he put his hand on. I guess it's going to be a Satyricon night, he thought as he slipped the shirt on and put his past-waist length hair into a ponytail.  He grabbed keys, phone, wallet, and a few condoms and then realized he should probably have a glass of water.  He poured water into a glass and drank it faster than he would have otherwise preferred, then actually left.  He didn't bother to plug his phone in until he was halfway to Maren's house, somehow content to listen to XM Preview (he previewed it 3 months, and they weren't getting a red cent unless they can include the Playboy Channel).

 

Gate: check.  Blue and white house: check.  Lancaster Street: check.  He parked his Kia on the street and walked to the gate, quickly finding the intercom.  He'd never used one of these before, so he pressed the largest button - bzzzzzzzzzzz - and waited.

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Maren was sitting in the kitchen playing with a water bottle when she heard the soft ring run through the house and she instantly smiled but got quite nervous. She got up, making sure to grab her purse and her phone, and skipped through her house to the front door where Aaron was answering the intercom. "One moment and she will be down..." He answered softly, nodding to Maren as she kissed his cheek and opened the door to leave. She walked down a small driveway to the garage and got to her father's truck which was a black Dodge Ram 1500 and the pride of her father. She unlocked it and had to do a little jump to get into the truck. She checked the back seat to make sure all the blankets were there and the six pack of mike's hard lemonade she had gotten earlier. She started up the truck and turned on the head lights, putting it in gear and heading down the driveway.

The gates opened infront of her and she pulled the truck past it so the gate could close behind her. She rolled down the passanger window and smiled at Seth who was beside the intercom. "Come on." She said sweetly, unlocking the doors again for him to get in.

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Seth watched the truck drive down the driveway.  He'd considered buying one very similar - 2-door, short bed, and his practical side wanted a V-6 while his fanciful side wanted a V-8 - also in black, but practicality won out after realizing a small SUV would probably fit his needs much better, and silver could look decent without needing washed often.  Nevertheless, he still liked the look of newer Dodge Rams.  Her father must have good taste?

 

"Nice truck," Seth said with a very slight smile as he slid into the passenger seat, "I was looking at similar ones at one point in time, but the Kia seemed more practical for me personally".

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"I feel so small in this truck. I like my car better." She said softly. She had always been a fan of older cars and for Christmas last year her father had gotten her a black 1968 Camaro ss. She never drove it around town but took it for drives out in the country a few hours away. He had always been fond of spoilong her because she was the only child and that meant he finally had someone to spend money on.

She put the truck back in drive and pulled out into the road. The movie started soon and she wanted to make sure that they had a decent spot for it. She didnt take much time to stop at the signs and was rather impatient at tge lights, tapping her hands on the steering wheel whenever she though the light was lasting too long.

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"Oh, what kind is it?" he asked.  He assumed at this point that her family was fairly wealthy and wondered what she may have driven.  "Rich" people were both fascinating and intimidating to Seth.  His mother Monica would correct him, when talking about the "rich" kids at school: Seth, those people aren't rich, they're upper-middle class.  Donald Trump and Robert Kennedy are rich...and don't tell people we're poor! We pay all our bills on time.  She had a unique perspective, rising to the lower-middle class, working as a carer, from being a stripper and escort with substance abuse issues, fallen from working-class Catholic grace.  Her perspective was at least realistic, though her attempts to associate with the upper-middle class parents resulted in rejection and angst.  Likewise, his father fled poverty in Soviet Yugoslavia to become a life insurance salesman.  His parents were both the least successful from their respective families, but they did alright.

 

Seth's limited childhood and teen experience cast "rich" people in a negative light; those cool-clothes-affording, more-than-$5-for-gift-shop-spending, class-trip-affording, more-than-one-sax-reed-a-year-playing, cable-TV-show-watching, bastards whose parents lease new cars like convertible Mustangs...As maturity and experience would have it, Seth became less resentful and more fascinated by "rich" people.  After visiting his "rich" aunt and his Ivy League-bound cousins, he decided he didn't want to be rich anyway because it was a lot of work and he would be happy with less.  He felt bad that his cousins would never have the teenage experiences of trespassing, smoking cigarettes, drinking underage, and tagging with markers at the mall, all while dressed in Tripp pants and wearing eyeliner.  At the same time, the thought of going to an Ivy League university, rubbing elbows with offspring of CEOs and brain surgeons, getting a BWM for sweet-sixteen, jumping poles on a pet horse, and not looking at the tags in Sak's seemed very surreal; more so, the fact it was a life he would never have.

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"It happens to be a classic. A 1968 Camaro ss." She said with a smile. She didnt know much about cars but when she mentioned having a classic, only because she liked the look of them, guys seemed to go gaga over it and over her. They would swoon over her because of it. The only thing that kept them away was the fact that she could only name the car and tell them it was a manual and she knew how to drive it, past that she was clueless.

Maren turned down a couple more streets and the drive-in because clear down the road. She pulled into the drive and rolled down her window as she approched the kiosk to pay.

"Two people? 8.50$ my dear." The woman at the kiosk said and Maren happily handed over a ten dollar bill and let her keep the change, pulling off and heading to the screen that would play their two movies. She found a nice parking space in the back rom right in the middle. The place was nearly empty but a couple people had shower up for the movie as well. The cars were fairly spread apart and it gave them enough privacy to talk and whatnot during the movie without being rude.

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Seth was surprised.  He was tempted to ask her if she had a daily driver, but didn't want to seem judgmental or talk too far down the path of finances.  Maybe her family wasn't as wealthy as he had assumed, or maybe she bought her own car? "Nice spot," he said, glad to not be too far in the back nor so close they would have to look straight up.  They hopefully wouldn't have to worry about SUV-loads of screaming kids, either, being that they were seeing a horror movie...maybe some teenagers, or offspring of the types of parents who say "Whut, yer goin'a see 'Taxas Chensah Masseker'? Take yer fer year ol' brother wit'cha! Put 'im in tha trunk 'foreya go in."

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She parked the truck so that the bed was facing the screen and she hopped out of her seat. She opened the pack door and grabbed the blankets and pillows, tossing them in the back and opening the tailgate. "Could you grab my drinks?" She asked sweetly as she climbed into the bed and began setting up the blankets nice and comfortably for them to lay and watch the movie.

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"Sure," Seth agreed and held the 6-pack of boozeonaide.  He wasn't sure what to do, so he looked at the sky: a bright full moon with some clouds, but the clouds were nice and compact instead of floating as a haze.  With yellow street lights off in the distance, he had a flashback to visiting Serbia.  Somewhere over the continent - he thought perhaps France or Germany - he had looked out of the window on a very similar night, in a clear sky, through compact clouds made silver by the bright moon, down to an irregular city grid demarcated by yellow, green, and white lights and a faintly glimmering river.  He didn't mean to be unhelpful, if she expected him to help make the truck bed, but he was distracted by the sky and lost in thought.

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