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Apr 12 2017, 01:54 AM
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Zane hadn’t actively set out to make things difficult in getting him to the ball, but it stood to reason that he hadn’t wanted to go at all. He had gotten a very informative PowerPoint on why it was in his best interests to go, followed by what was best described as a strange meeting full of negotiations like, ‘I’m not ready to meet your parents,’ and, ‘if you wear your glasses before 10PM, we’ll have an issue.’ (Jokes on you, Maria, they were going on at 10:01PM. He’d set an alarm.) He had made about as much effort for the ball as he felt comfortable with, which included dressing specifically because he knew Maria would see him the most, knowing the easiest way out of the room, and looking vaguely disparaging when someone he didn’t know tried to speak to him. He felt like, really, he had put a lot of work into just getting into the room and anything else he managed was a bonus; he stopped in with Maria occasionally to look suitably charming specifically at her and spent the rest of his time outside, occasionally smoking and subsequently overdosing on mints.
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In fact, he hadn’t seen Maria for a while now, which he found incredibly rude of her, obviously; didn’t she know he was looking for her? He knew that being a host involved things like talking to people or pretending to be happy to see them, but he felt like she could also do these things to him and he would be much more receptive, not to mention better to look at. Finally, he was sure that he could spot her across the room- still rather rude of her, to be so far away, but at least she wasn’t talking to anyone so he felt better when he approached. Briefly, his hand brushed hers, having attempted to hold her hand before bottling out halfway through; it was a strange issue, he knew, but at least he had made more of an effort than he usually did, so he hoped that counted for something.
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“I’m not sorry at all if you have someone you need to thank for coming,” he explained, deciding that he would rather be honest about this, “because I hate to break it to you, but there’s a spot right behind you that I think you’d really like.”


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On one hand, Zane could have planned for the new year by, perhaps, venturing outside to see the fireworks, or going to a friend’s house for a party. This was what he assumed most people were doing but, frankly, he had considered it and decided he didn’t really want to; he couldn’t be bothered to socialise excessively, especially after spending his birthday looking very serious and frowny in a kitchen, and didn’t particularly want to leave his house. It did help that his home was quite comfortable now that he’d decorated it, and in the end, he had decided to be polite and agree that Maria should come over, although he’d warned her that he really wasn’t planning to do much at all- he supposed he could watch fireworks on TV, if he wanted to feel adventurous, and he was generally always stocked on food, so as it stood, it looked like they would be relaxing on the sofa (truly a chore, he knew she was horrified at this turn of events).
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He had given Maria a vague time to come over, not sure if she wanted to first make sure that her family were alright or if she had decided to go and single-handedly solve world hunger before visiting, you know, normal Maria stuff. After ensuring his home was spotless, he had watched TV somewhat lazily, unsure what film he was actually watching or why it appeared to have been made decades ago; after all, he wasn’t planning to do much and was mostly listening out for the door. Eventually, he heard a tell-tale knock on the door and figured that there would be something terrible about leaving his girlfriend outdoors in this area, where she might be kidnapped or decide to adopt the nearest unhappy child.
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Opening the door, the sight of Maria arriving clutching things was alarming in the sense he couldn’t remember whether he’d told her he needed anything; he certainly, he thought looking at the bottle in her hand, hadn’t said he needed alcohol. Nevertheless, because it was Maria, he brightened up, letting her in by patting her cheek. “You’re cold,” he noted, nodding towards his obviously warm living room. “What’s in the bag?”


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It took a few hours, really, for Zane to realise that he was going on a date. He was like he had skipped away from talking to Maria, had his meeting- half of it, admittedly-, gotten home and realised, you know, he had to be somewhat charming. He had to make reservations so they could have dinner together. He’d have to find an appropriate date outfit and he was too scared to ask his friends for advice because he was quite certain that they’d only give him bad advice. He could worry that Maria was going to laugh at him but he thought that was a given anyway. Even his cursory internet search hadn’t helped (‘Be yourself’? How ridiculous). In the end, he’d made alternate plans, deciding that Maria couldn’t complain because she had been the one who asked him to ask her on this date (this was logic that really only worked for them).
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Originally, of course, the plan had been to go to an Italian restaurant and he had decided it was just easier for Maria to meet him there anyway; she’d said she knew where it was and anyway, he figured the best time to find out if she liked surprises was on the first date. It was a fool proof plan. He ended up waiting around outside the restaurant a little, wondering if he’d spot her first or not, but feeling pleased only because it wasn’t raining or too cold- not that the alternate date idea involved being outside, but he didn’t want to ruin his hair.
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He was almost surprised when she did turn up, although he wasn’t sure why; did he think she was going to make him wait around or not turn up at all? “Oh, hello,” he greeted, suddenly and disastrously polite. It was rather alarming and he sought to fix it immediately. “You look nice.” No, wait. “I mean, I’ve thought about it and I’ve decided we’re not having our date here.” Ah yes, much better.


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<tl>it was love at second sight</tl>

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It hadn’t been a particularly good few weeks. Zane had been planning to go sober for some time now, but that didn’t really prepare him for all of the after-effects- the headaches, the tiredness that came at random moments, and especially the insomnia. He couldn’t really play the drums late at night, too aware of his neighbours, even if he wanted to; it left him with very little to do except read, eat, and toss and turn until he’d eventually decide that he ought to go to for a walk. He didn’t know if it helped; but he figured it was better than doing nothing. He managed- he was sure- to walk across half of London, take in the sights at night and not be bothered by anyone, but he didn’t really register the distance until he turned up at Kensington gardens, which probably should’ve been locked off- but the gate was open and, not tired out yet, he figured he should be allowed to walk around, if no one turned up to stop him.
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He hadn’t gone far before he heard singing. Aware that he was probably in the first five minutes of a horror movie, he did consider turning back, but he was curious- probably also an incorrect response- and so he went forward, trying to work out who else had come to the park at night and decided that singing was an appropriate thing to do. In fact, the closer he got, the more he realised the singing was slurred and that, if he really thought about it, he recognised the voice. That was fine then; Maria might kiss him but she wouldn’t kill him.
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He found her on the bench they had re-met at, and he frowned a little, feeling very possessive over the bench and thinking it was unfair that she had gotten there first. “Maria,” he started, taking in the sight of her, “what are you doing?”

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Zane hadn’t really had much choice in attending the work Christmas party- Liberty were the money makers, they had to be there- but he also didn’t mind very much. It was a given that there would be alcohol in the bar that they were going to and Zane wasn’t going to turn down the chance to get free drinks, hang out with his friends, maybe flirt a little (but yeah, not a lot, he didn’t want to take anyone home from work, that was asking for trouble). He was happily making his rounds of the room, mostly fuelled by the alcohol and the fact that if he did a good job and everyone thought he was as friendly as he could be, he could get out of a month or so of interviews. He knew, really, it was terrible, to measure talking to people this way, but he was hardly social in the first place. It wasn’t like he hung around wishing he could just sit at home reading a book; he just didn’t like people very much.
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Still, he had spoken to the people he did recognise- a few managers, members of a band he had once toured with (he hoped, anyway)- and he finally got a moment to breathe somewhere near the edge of the room, bottle of beer in hand, away from the majority of the crowd. No one noticed him there, so he was pretty pleased with himself. Indeed, making sure his glasses were still on his face and not, say, on the floor (he needed the glasses; he had to make sure he didn’t look like he was trying too hard), he half-turned to find a way around this table and realised that he recognised that blonde hair over there. After some confused squinting, he approached, just to make sure that it was definitely Maria and not her evil twin. “I think,” he proclaimed, when he was close enough that she could hear him over the music; admittedly, this involved being a little closer than strictly necessary, but he didn’t want to be misheard in here, “you might be stalking me.”

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