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Worst Snow Day Ever... or is it?

Vince stands up and slides over the counter again, getting the mostly full bottle of rum and putting it at the counter with a couple of scotch glasses along with a juicer and some of the fruits they keep in the fridge. "Anything in your rum that you want young lady?" he asks her, the exact same way he asked her for how she wanted dinner on their first date.
 
Vince smiles as he makes her the orange juice with rum mixture, putting in enough to offset the burn from the 80 proof drink but to where you can still taste some of the burn.
 
She smiled and picked up the glass and drank it down. She looked over at him, letting the alcohol settle.
 
He himself made a strawberry orange and pineapple mixture with half of it rum, downing it after tasting and then looking to her, resting his head on his hand while waiting for the rum to kick in, though knowing it probably won't even with him having about twice as much rum than she did.
 
Leila smiled and watched him wait for the rum. She looked around and sighed and made her self a lemon, lime and orange combo.
 
Vince tilts his head and makes a lemon and strawberry combination, wincing badly from the overpowering sour burn that isn't helped by a sensetive causing strawberry juice. "gah... that was a bad idea."
 
"Should have thought so from the acids in the lemon..." he says and drinks some pure orange juice to wash it all down.
 
"So... what else have you done during your life?" he asks her, wondering if she spent it better than he did.
 
Leila looked at him and said "Well,I went to college...and I traveled...I went to Indonesia" she said.
 
Leila smiled and said "It was good...there's was some weird moments when I saw they sold a cake called spotted dick..." se said giggling.
 
"Alright, that was probably a strange subject to get into," he says and laughs a little nervously. "So how'd you get your job here?"
 
Leila looked at him and said "an older teacher retired, cam in for and interview, and I got the job" she said.
 
"Heh, guess you got Hansen's class then," he says and leans back in his chair, his hands holding onto the brace to keep himself from falling. Vince looks around to the clock and notices that only half an hour passed by. "Ever been in my class before?"
 
"Come on, i'll give you the grand tour," he says and slides his chair under the table while standing up, taking her hand while she stands up and leading her to the labs. "Over here we have the labs, right there's my desk, that's the projector, and right through this door..." he says while leading her around his classroom, the door coming to the lounge he made out of the old supply closet since the one they were in earlier is the only one with a fully working lock.
 
Leila smiled and she let him lead her through the school with a smile on her face. Her hand felt warm in his, all most she had missed holding his hand. She smiled as her lead her around his lab. She smiled when her opened the door. A grin came across her face. "Nice" she commented.
 
"Thanks, though I managed to get the fridge in a couple of days ago, and it's fully stocked with snacks and different assortments of beverages," he says and walks over to it once letting go of her hand, not knowing fully why he felt warmer when doing so yet. Vince opens up the door and shows it as if it's a brand new car, underlying hand and stepping aside like a butler. "Also with the space heater we can stay warm in here if the power goes out."
 
Leila smiled a little as she walked in. She walked in past him and said "Your the resourceful one" she said smiling. She looked around. "I'm surprised they let you do this..."
 
"Yeah, it's more of a 'they didn't choose the correct way to act' than a 'they allowed me to do this without any problems' sort of thing," he says, showing his devious side which apparently never grew up. "By the way, don't stay in the lounge afterdark, things happen."
 
Vince smiles and leans close to her, then leaning closer to where he could whisper into her ear. "Nasty things," he whispers, nibbling on her earlobe.
 
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