open / I WASN'T LOOKING FOR THIS

[KANE NOLAN O'RILEY .]

and now you're in my way

open to anyone! hope this is okay (:

OPEN . 1147 . OUTFIT

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 390px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] normally, whenever kane couldn't sleep, all he had to do was take a midnight stroll through the woods that surrounded his cabin, and he'd usually find some sort of peace of mind. but tonight, he couldn't do anything to turn his mind off. it was stuck in overdrive, and he couldn't find anything that would turn it off for the life of him. now, considering he was an author who usually had erratic sleeping patterns to begin with, he wasn't overly worried about his small bout of insomnia- more so annoyed, to be honest. especially since the only thing that seemed to work with his muse were his dreams. without his dreams, his new novel would have to wait until he got a decent nights sleep. that was something he really doubted his editor would be interested in hearing. luckily, there was always a place for kane to go when he couldn't sleep; his favourite coffee house. it didn't seem like the best idea, indulging in caffeine when you were trying to sleep, but kane knew that the crash he'd receive would be enough to knock him out, at least for a couple hours. so after he'd redressed himself in a fresh pair of clean clothes, kane slipped into the front seat of his chevy S10, and started in the direction of his destination. before he knew it, he was arriving outside the coffee house before elton john's i want love had finished playing over his speakers. cutting the engine after he'd found a close enough parking space, them being rather more open considering it was a little after midnight, kane grabbed his messenger bag and tossed it over his shoulder on his way out. once he got inside, he felt the familiar vibration of his crackberry. with a sigh, he slowly reached into his pocket to pull out the cell phone to view who was calling him. a picture of a beautiful redhead popped onto his screen with the name 'cassandra' scrolled beside it. he outwardly grumbled to himself as he stepped into the small line at the counter, slowly debating between letting it ring all the way through, or answering it. before he could hit the talk quick enough, the call had ended, and for a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief. about to put the phone back into his pocket, it started to vibrate again. arching a brow, he slowly raised it to peer at the screen again, rolling his eyes when cassandra's persistence started to show. "i told you that i'd send in the next three chapters via your email, and that you weren't to bother me until then. i think i specifically made myself clear that i'd get my work done much faster if you stopped.. hounding me." he answered his phone with, uncaring that his tone was probably considered rude. it wasn't like she wasn't used to his personality by now; after all, she'd only been working with him since he could remember. "you told me that a week ago, kane. if you want this to get published, you're going to have to get your ass into gear. and you still owe me another laptop, o'riley, so i can't check my email unless i'm at a library." the sound of a typical redhead's fiery voice barked back at him in response, causing kane to lift the phone from his ear to save himself from going as deaf. "as far as i'm concerned, cassandra, this book will get published whenever i finish it. if that means it's a month or two behind, so be it. i'm the writer, not them." he didn't even bother touching base on her laptop, considering it hadn't exactly been his fault. she had come over the wrong night, and had witnessed his transformation. in the midst of the commotion, her laptop had been thrown and split into several pieces. luckily, she was an angel, and was more than aware of his species, so he at least didn't have to trip over himself looking for explanations. it was his turn at the till, anyway. "yes, can i get a cappuccino? no, that's all." he spoke to the barista behind the counter, having shielded the mouth on his cell phone in an attempt to leave cassandra out of this part of his night. when he raised the phone back up to his ear while he dug into his pocket, wedging it between his ear and his shoulder, he fished out the money he needed to pay and slide it across the counter so the girl making his drink wouldn't have to worry about asking for it. "oh, so you have enough money to buy yourself expensive coffee, but when you break your editor's laptop, it's impossible to replace it?" groaning, kane nearly crushed his phone from frustration. out of all the people in the world, his editor was probably the most annoying person he'd ever had the displeasure of crossing paths with. and whether he liked it or not, she was the only thing keeping his pen name from being released as his actual name, and then he'd have a lot more explaining to do, considering he's been writing books for almost one hundred years, now. "i'll buy another one," he spoke through gritted teeth. unfortunately, the barista behind the counter had heard that, and assumed he was ordering two cappuccinos. kane had been about to correct the woman, but the second was already being poured, and it'd take a lot more effort to right the mistake, rather than just go along with it for his sanity's sake. "look, cassandra, i'm in the middle of something. i'll call you tomorrow." and with that, he abruptly hung up on her. turning his phone onto silent, he put it back into his pocket and fished his wallet back out to grab the change he'd need for the second coffee. sliding it into the pile with his first amount, he grabbed both the cups and nodded his head in thanks. turning away from the counter, he glanced around the establishment, hoping to find someone who was either empty on their coffee, or didn't have one. kane certainly wouldn't be able to drink it, so why would he take it home? walking down the row of tables, he spotted someone near the back without a drink. narrowing his eyes, he slowly pressed forward and set the extra cup down on their table. sliding it towards them, he glanced to their face. "would you mind taking this off my hands? my coffee date bailed on me, so now i've no need for a second cup." he lied smoothly, not wanting to explain the actual situation as to how he gained a second cappuccino, but he hoped it'd be enough of an excuse for them to take it.