pork soda.

sleeper. mostly dead.

[autumnclarke]

matthew-sleeper: 

The first and second bed only having stiff socks and shoe boxes with weed in them, Sleeper sighed, rolling over to the third one. He felt around under the bed, expecting to find the same things under there too, but the feeling of a cool, glass bottle made the boy faintly smile. He grabbed it and pulled it out to view; a half empty Jack Daniels. Not his preferred alcohol, but it was unlikely he’d find a flavored vodka under a fraternity brother’s bed. He scrambled back up and teleported back into the hallway, resting against the railing as he waited for Autumn.

Opening up the closet, Autumn spotted two bottles of alcohol up on the shelf. One was a strawberry flavoured vodka and the other one was peach schnapps. Neither were her drinks of choice, but she knew they would be Sleeper’s. Quickly, she grabbed both the bottles and vanished from the room, reappearing back in the hallway. “Good?” She asked, holding up the bottles to show her boyfriend. 

[matthew-sleeper]

Sleeper smiled faintly as Autumn appeared, the grin widening as he spotted the bottles in her hand. "Those are great," he said with a nod of his head, holding up the whiskey he found. "This is as good as I could find, but it'll be good for you, yeah?"

[autumnclarke]

matthew-sleeper:

Sleeper unclasped their hands, nodding his head. “Sounds good to me,” he said, leaning over and kissing her cheek softly. “See you soon.” With that, he quickly teleported into one of the fraternity rooms, breathing out a sigh of relief as he saw no one. He started looking underneath one of the beds, hoping to find something that wasn’t beer.

Autumn smiled at the kiss, vanishing when he did and into the room of a couple sorority girls she was sure would have what she was looking for. “Please have something good,” she muttered, beginning to search the room carefully, not wanting it to seem obvious that someone was in there. 

[matthew-sleeper]

The first and second bed only having stiff socks and shoe boxes with weed in them, Sleeper sighed, rolling over to the third one. He felt around under the bed, expecting to find the same things under there too, but the feeling of a cool, glass bottle made the boy faintly smile. He grabbed it and pulled it out to view; a half empty Jack Daniels. Not his preferred alcohol, but it was unlikely he'd find a flavored vodka under a fraternity brother's bed. He scrambled back up and teleported back into the hallway, resting against the railing as he waited for Autumn.

[autumnclarke]

matthew-sleeper:

“It wasn’t really that it was scary,” Sleeper added, running a hand through his hair. “I hardly even noticed it.” He smiled faintly to Autumn as she handed him the bottle, quickly polishing off the last of the beer. The spirit set the bottle down, taking his girlfriend’s hand and standing up. He intertwined his fingers with hers, shutting his eyes for a moment and transporting them to the second floor. “So,” Matthew started, opening his eyes, “should we divide and conquer to look for something better?”

Autumn looked around after Sleeper teleported them, trying to figure out where exactly they were. At Matt’s suggestion, she nodded her head, already having an idea of where to look. “In this house, I don’t think that’ll be hard,” she said with a chuckle. “Meet back here when we find something?”

[matthew-sleeper]

Sleeper unclasped their hands, nodding his head. "Sounds good to me," he said, leaning over and kissing her cheek softly. "See you soon." With that, he quickly teleported into one of the fraternity rooms, breathing out a sigh of relief as he saw no one. He started looking underneath one of the beds, hoping to find something that wasn't beer.

[autumnclarke]

matthew-sleeper:

Sleeper let out a sad chuckle at Autumn’s words, nodding his head one time. At least she tried to make him feel better. “No, not really the same,” he said, finally looking over to the brunette. “I used to run past here all the time, back when I was alive. Never used to look at the house, though…” He trailed off, his gaze drifting down to the bottle in her hands. “We should find some real alcohol. No more of this shitty beer.”

“I don’t blame you,” Autumn replied, downing more of the beer mostly just in a desperate attempt to finish it. “It’s a scary house.” There was only a little bit of alcohol left now, and she handed it back to Sleeper so he could finish it off. At his words, the ghost nodded her head in agreement, standing up and offering a hand to help the boy.

[matthew-sleeper]

"It wasn't really that it was scary," Sleeper added, running a hand through his hair. "I hardly even noticed it." He smiled faintly to Autumn as she handed him the bottle, quickly polishing off the last of the beer. The spirit set the bottle down, taking his girlfriend's hand and standing up. He intertwined his fingers with hers, shutting his eyes for a moment and transporting them to the second floor. "So," Matthew started, opening his eyes, "should we divide and conquer to look for something better?"

[autumnclarke]

matthew-sleeper: 

Matthew pressed his lips together, glancing down to the beer he spat out beside his bare feet. “I don’t know,” he answered after a beat, letting out a sigh. “Something just feels… weird inside me right now. Happens from time to time.” He chewed on his lower lip, not wanting to look over to Autumn; he never liked talking about serious emotions he felt. It was usually easier just to act like nothing bothered him. “… Is it stupid to say I miss running?”

Autumn nodded her head in understanding. Being trapped within the property was always hard, especially when one started thinking too much about it. “It’s not stupid,” she replied, trying to make him feel at least a little bit better. “It’s not stupid to miss something you loved to do.” She furrowed her brow, realizing that might not have been the best follow-up. “At least you still can run… But I guess running around the yard isn’t the same…” The spirit trailed off, trying not to dig herself a deeper hole. 

[matthew-sleeper]

Sleeper let out a sad chuckle at Autumn's words, nodding his head one time. At least she tried to make him feel better. "No, not really the same," he said, finally looking over to the brunette. "I used to run past here all the time, back when I was alive. Never used to look at the house, though..." He trailed off, his gaze drifting down to the bottle in her hands. "We should find some real alcohol. No more of this shitty beer."

[autumnclarke]

matthew-sleeper:

Sleeper glanced over to Autumn, opening his mouth to warn her about the temperature of the beer. “Yeah, I found it in one of the frat bro’s rooms. So, it’s both cheap and warm.” His gaze drifted back beyond the gate, brow furrowing for a mere moment when he noticed the runners were gone. “Mhm,” he hummed out, plucking the bottle from her hands and taking a quick drink. “It pairs well with day drinking and moping.”

Autumn frowned, looking over at Sleeper. “Anything you wanna talk about?” She asked, taking the bottle back from him and drinking from it. 

[matthew-sleeper]

Matthew pressed his lips together, glancing down to the beer he spat out beside his bare feet. "I don't know," he answered after a beat, letting out a sigh. "Something just feels... weird inside me right now. Happens from time to time." He chewed on his lower lip, not wanting to look over to Autumn; he never liked talking about serious emotions he felt. It was usually easier just to act like nothing bothered him. "... Is it stupid to say I miss running?"

[matthew-sleeper]

Why was there only shitty beer in the house? Matthew crinkled his nose at the taste as he took a swig from the warm bottle. The ghost set the bottle down on the porch step, bare feet tapping slightly out of beat to the music playing from the headphones hanging off his neck. His gaze was fixed outside the gate to a group of people running in a group together. Teenagers for their cross country than, he was sure of it. He had been one of them at one point of his life. A knot in his stomach formed in his stomach. What would it be like to do that again? Run freely, as far away as he could from the house. He sighed to himself, picking up the bottle. He took another drink, this time spitting the alcohol out in front of him. “I need something stronger,” Sleeper said aloud, glancing down to the bottle with a frown.

[autumnclarke]

“I’d be happy to take it off your hands, then,” Autumn chimed in with a smile as she sat down beside him, picking up the bottle. “Ew, it’s warm,” she muttered, taking a swig from the bottle, anyway. “People watching?” She asked, watching as the tail end of the running group went past. 

[matthew-sleeper]

Sleeper glanced over to Autumn, opening his mouth to warn her about the temperature of the beer. "Yeah, I found it in one of the frat bro's rooms. So, it's both cheap and warm." His gaze drifted back beyond the gate, brow furrowing for a mere moment when he noticed the runners were gone. "Mhm," he hummed out, plucking the bottle from her hands and taking a quick drink. "It pairs well with day drinking and moping."

[matthew-sleeper]

Why was there only shitty beer in the house? Matthew crinkled his nose at the taste as he took a swig from the warm bottle. The ghost set the bottle down on the porch step, bare feet tapping slightly out of beat to the music playing from the headphones hanging off his neck. His gaze was fixed outside the gate to a group of people running in a group together. Teenagers for their cross country than, he was sure of it. He had been one of them at one point of his life. A knot in his stomach formed in his stomach. What would it be like to do that again? Run freely, as far away as he could from the house. He sighed to himself, picking up the bottle. He took another drink, this time spitting the alcohol out in front of him. “I need something stronger,” Sleeper said aloud, glancing down to the bottle with a frown.

[stydiaislove]

[autumnclarke]

matthew-sleeper:

Sleeper pretended to be in feign thought at her question, a finger tapping against his chin. “I’m about eighty-five percent sure I haven’t done anything bad. So yeah, just because,” he said with a smile, blowing a kiss to her before stabbing his fork back into the salad.

Autumn blew a kiss back at him and then picked up her taco, finishing off the last couple bites of it. “…But all joking aside, this is really nice.” She gave him a small smile. It wasn’t very often that the two of them spent time together, without being interrupted by someone in the house, so she was grateful. 

[matthew-sleeper]

Sleeper smiled before taking the final bite of his salad. "Yeah? I'm glad you like it," he said after he swallowed the bite down. "What do you wanna do after this lovely picnic? Whatever you wanna do, we'll do it."

[autumnclarke]

matthew-sleeper:

Sleeper glanced up in thought, trying to see if he remembered anything about that book - or rather, movie, since he hadn’t read the series. “Yeah, I think I know which one that is,” he said with a wide smile. He took another bite of the salad, chewing thoughtfully; pretty good, he’d change up the recipe a little next time. “You’re welcome. I thought you deserved something nice, just because.”

“You’re sure it’s just because?” Autumn questioned, chuckling lightly. “You didn’t like… do something, did you? I’m not gonna be mad at you later?” She teased, smirking at him before taking another bite of of the salad. 

[matthew-sleeper]

Sleeper pretended to be in feign thought at her question, a finger tapping against his chin. “I’m about eighty-five percent sure I haven’t done anything bad. So yeah, just because,” he said with a smile, blowing a kiss to her before stabbing his fork back into the salad.

[autumnclarke]

matthew-sleeper:

“I never read them either,” Sleeper admitted with a light smile, grabbing a couple of tacos and spooning the sides onto his plate. “And yeah, now is a good as time as any to read them. Which book are you on? I know there’s a shit ton of them,” he rambled, taking a bite of a taco after he finished talking. He scrunched up his nose a little at her teasing, though grinned afterwards. “You like it? I’m glad,” Matt said happily, taking a bite of the salad.

“Ummm…” Autumn muttered, quickly taking a bite out of her taco before continuing on. “The fourth one. You know, the one with the tournament and stuff.” She took another bite out of the taco, taking care not to spill any of the filling. “Yeah, it’s really good.” She smiled at him. “Thank you.”

[matthew-sleeper]

Sleeper glanced up in thought, trying to see if he remembered anything about that book - or rather, movie, since he hadn't read the series. "Yeah, I think I know which one that is," he said with a wide smile. He took another bite of the salad, chewing thoughtfully; pretty good, he'd change up the recipe a little next time. "You're welcome. I thought you deserved something nice, just because."

[autumnclarke]

matthew-sleeper:

“Cheers,” Sleeper repeated as he clicked glasses with Autumn. Taking a quick sip, he set the flute down on the blanket before opened up the basket. “So, what book were you reading? One of Liv’s or something?” He asked, pulling out a few plastic containers. The ghost peeled off the lids, a wide grin in his lips at the scent of the food. Quickly, he pulled out the plates and forks, handing one of each to Autumn.

Autumn took a sip of her drink and set the glass down on the blanket. “Yeah, I was uhh… I was reading Harry Potter,” she admitted with an embarrassed chuckle. “I never read them when I was alive, and since I’ve got literally nothing but time on my hands, I figured now was as good a time as any to read them.” She watched as her boyfriend pulled the food out of the basket, taking the plate and the fork when it was handed to her. She wasted no time in putting a little bit of everything onto her plate. “I hope this tastes as good as it smells,” she teased, tasting both of the salads before nodding her head in approval. “It does,” she muttered, her mouth half full of macaroni salad. 

[matthew-sleeper]

"I never read them either," Sleeper admitted with a light smile, grabbing a couple of tacos and spooning the sides onto his plate. "And yeah, now is a good as time as any to read them. Which book are you on? I know there's a shit ton of them," he rambled, taking a bite of a taco after he finished talking. He scrunched up his nose a little at her teasing, though grinned afterwards. "You like it? I'm glad," Matt said happily, taking a bite of the salad.

[autumnclarke]

matthew-sleeper:

“I try,” Sleeper chuckled out the words at the feel of her lips, making his way to the gazebo. He sat down, popping open the cider with ease and pouring a decent amount into two champagne flutes. He set down the bottle and held out one of the glasses to Autumn. “So, on the menu for our picnic, there’s sweet pork tacos, black bean and corn salad, Mexican macaroni salad, and a surprise desert. And, it isn’t flan,” he rambled with a smile, glancing over to his girlfriend.

Autumn watched Sleeper pour the cider into the flutes, taking the one that was handed to her. She listened as he told her what he had made, smiling faintly at him once he finished. “Sounds fantastic,” she chuckled, holding up her glass. “Cheers.”

[matthew-sleeper]

"Cheers," Sleeper repeated as he clicked glasses with Autumn. Taking a quick sip, he set the flute down on the blanket before opened up the basket. "So, what book were you reading? One of Liv's or something?" He asked, pulling out a few plastic containers. The ghost peeled off the lids, a wide grin in his lips at the scent of the food. Quickly, he pulled out the plates and forks, handing one of each to Autumn.

[autumnclarke]

matthew-sleeper:

Sleeper’s grin widened as Autumn came into view, hopping up the last step and shuffling over to her. “Telling you would kind of defeat the purpose of the surprise,” he replied, leaning over pressing his lips lightly against her cheek. Swiftly, he slipped his free hand into hers, locking fingers as he started to walk down the hallway and to the stairs. “Besides, you’re gonna find out in, like, a minute.” He led the way out of the house and to the backyard, pointing to the gazebo. From the door, he could make out the large basket and the bright blue of the blanket sprawled on the concrete. “There’s your surprise,” Matt said, pointing to the makeshift picnic. “I wanted to do something nice for you.”

Autumn smiled at him as he made his way towards her, her smile remaining when he kissed her. “Okay,” she replied with a chuckle, walking with him down the stairs and out into the backyard. She looked over to where Sleeper pointed, a small grin forming on her face. “You’re too sweet,” she said, leaning up and giving him a quick peck on the cheek before walking over to the gazebo and sitting down on the blanket.

[matthew-sleeper]

"I try," Sleeper chuckled out the words at the feel of her lips, making his way to the gazebo. He sat down, popping open the cider with ease and pouring a decent amount into two champagne flutes. He set down the bottle and held out one of the glasses to Autumn. "So, on the menu for our picnic, there's sweet pork tacos, black bean and corn salad, Mexican macaroni salad, and a surprise desert. And, it isn't flan," he rambled with a smile, glancing over to his girlfriend.

[matthew-sleeper]

( @autumnclarke )

Finally done with his ‘masterpiece’ out in the gazebo, Sleeper hopped up from his spot and ghosted into the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of sparkling cider from the fridge, the ghost made his way out of the area and to the living room, on the hunt for his girlfriend. He spent most of the morning - and part of the night before - working on something special just for her… Well, partly for her - the Sleeper had new recipes to try out. “Autumn!” he called out, figuring where ever she was, she could probably hear him. He trudged up the stairs, unable to stop the smile on his face “I have a surprise for youuu!” Matt added, the last word sung out poorly and a light laugh following it. “It’s important!”

[autumnclarke]

Autumn had spent the better part of the afternoon in her room –her old room– laying on Olivia’s bed, reading. She was just getting to the good part of her book when she heard Sleeper call out for her. “It better be important!” She called back, marking the page in her book and setting it down on her friend’s bed. She got up and left the room, looking down the hall and to the boy as he climbed the stairs. “I was just getting to the good part… What’s the surprise?” 

[matthew-sleeper]

Sleeper's grin widened as Autumn came into view, hopping up the last step and shuffling over to her. "Telling you would kind of defeat the purpose of the surprise," he replied, leaning over pressing his lips lightly against her cheek. Swiftly, he slipped his free hand into hers, locking fingers as he started to walk down the hallway and to the stairs. "Besides, you're gonna find out in, like, a minute." He led the way out of the house and to the backyard, pointing to the gazebo. From the door, he could make out the large basket and the bright blue of the blanket sprawled on the concrete. "There's your surprise," Matt said, pointing to the makeshift picnic. "I wanted to do something nice for you."

[matthew-sleeper]

( @autumnclarke )

Finally done with his ‘masterpiece’ out in the gazebo, Sleeper hopped up from his spot and ghosted into the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of sparkling cider from the fridge, the ghost made his way out of the area and to the living room, on the hunt for his girlfriend. He spent most of the morning - and part of the night before - working on something special just for her… Well, partly for her - the Sleeper had new recipes to try out. “Autumn!” he called out, figuring where ever she was, she could probably hear him. He trudged up the stairs, unable to stop the smile on his face “I have a surprise for youuu!” Matt added, the last word sung out poorly and a light laugh following it. “It's important!”