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Post by samuel christophe cavanaugh on Jul 28, 2009 17:58:40 GMT -5
Bringing the cigarette up to his lips, Sam sighed to himself and exhaled into the cool night air. He'd been there for a half an hour with the girl, and so far she'd said nothing at all interesting.. he would normally be okay with that, but it was completely frustrating to be sitting there in silence, just staring at her. The moment after they'd ordered, he'd escaped outside to stand in front of the diner and smoke... first one, then two.. he was on his third at the moment, and he still wasn't feeling any better. If he didn't have a career that would be entirely jeopardized by anything heavier then alcohol, he'd have done some insane shit to make this go better.
He hated arranged dates.. they made him feel sort of like a loser that couldn't get any for himself. Unfortunately, he knew better then to bring this up, because he wasn't here for himself. Obviously. He was here because his friend had asked him to go.. he didn't even like dates. They were overrated, and the only time he ever thought of even going on one was when he clicked with someone and felt the urge to drink profusely with them.... but he wasn't in the mood to drink now. Stubbing out his cigarette, his blue eyes flickered up and down the street before he smoothed a hand over his shirt and returned to the inside of the building.
If nothing else, Cass seemed to be at least mysterious. On top of that, she could come up with a counter for everything he threw at her, and that was a good sign... at least she wasn't brain dead like some of the models he'd taken out. A smirk played across his features as he returned to his seat across from her, his fingers automatically wrapping around the base of his glass of whiskey. It was a comfort thing.. “Have you ever heard the story of the fox and the grape vine?”
[/color] he questioned.. a small smile playing at the edges of his plump lips. He brought the glass to his lips, taking a sip before he raised an eyebrow and continued “Well, everyone knows that one.. I'll make one up.” he wasn't generally creative, but if it was in a prying manner, he could figure something out now and again. It came with being a blue blood.. you automatically knew how to find out what you wanted. “Once upon a time.. there was a girl.. really beautiful, smart.. had a lot of friends and a loving family. But something wasn't right, so she decided to go off and search for what was missing.” he paused for a moment, catching her gaze to make sure she was listening before tilting his head and continuing. “She walked the forest day and night, ignoring the food around her until she was so thin, her bones were sticking out, and she felt even more beautiful. But it wasn't what she was looking for, so she kept walking until she found someone who was just as broken as she was.. just as skinny, actually.” he didn't even know where he was going with this.. their conversation had led no where, so he was just going on and on like a blabbering little retard. “But she had to go back to her family, so she couldn't stay with him.. she had to leave.” sitting back, he patted his pants pocket and chuckled, pulling out a cigarette from the box and lighting it with the set of matches that had been conveniently on the edge of the table. “And that's why you should finish that..” he said bluntly, motioning to the plate of untouched food in front of her, his eyebrow raised as he exhaled a stream of smoke through his nose. COUNT; 668 [/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by cassandra evalyn von erich on Jul 28, 2009 18:42:18 GMT -5
Cassandra's fingers traced the cold smooth, surface of her glass of water. The restaurant buzzed around her, she was sitting at a table with another man, but in her mind it was different. She was sitting in small Hungarian cafe stuffing her face with perogies dipped in sour cream and bacon across for her sat a tall, slim man with eyes as blue as the wallpaper around them and the most adorable smile on his face. He rambled on about how big this spider was that he was killed. Every time he told the story, the spider got bigger and the method of killing became more morbid to emphasize his valor. She laughed and a mischievous grin appeared on her face as she pushed the plate of deliciousness away from her. He would tilt his head a bit, give her that wounded puppy look and tell her if she ate another one he would give her a kiss. She grinned. That's exactly what she wanted to hear. She finished that perogie in one bite. He leaned in. She smelt his cologne, she loved that smell. Their lips met...
The man spoke. Oh for fucks sake she was getting sick of his voice. All he did was talk and it was nothing intriguing, which meant that she could only reply with non-intriguing answers which bothered her to no end.
Her blue eyes met his for a moment and then she glanced away. She should of known something was up, from the way Friday spoke over the phone. Every word sounded coherent like she had actually thought before she spoke...which was a first. It was from the way that Friday held her hand on the way over to the restaurant instead of the other way around as if she was some precious commodity that couldn't get scratched before it got to its owner. For once, Friday dragged her somewhere.
When she saw him, she wanted to run for the doors but Friday stopped her. She had to admit that Friday did job finding a guy. She was her type for sure but something about him ticked her...but maybe it was because she wasn't quite ready yet in her own mind.
He told her some story about eating. She rolled her eyes. Who the fuck did he think she was? She brought the glass of water to her lips and took a sip.
"That's quite a charming story. You'll definitely get my panties off with that...calling me broken makes me want to get on my knees and give you one right now." Cass muttered as she rolled her eyes at him. She had a feeling tonight was going to be a long night.
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Post by samuel christophe cavanaugh on Jul 29, 2009 0:18:10 GMT -5
She was right on one account.. it would be a long night. It would be long because he wasn't going to just fuck her.. she wasn't appealing to him and frankly, he wasn't in the mood for that right now. What was she, fifteen or fourteen? She didn't look very old.. she didn't act very old either.. yes or no seemed to be her conversational limit. It was kind of disturbing, and he had to keep reminding himself that he wasn't here for himself.. he was here because he had noticed something was up. It wasn't often he accepted pity dates, but he figured he might as well get out of the house for a little while.. and this is what he ended up with. Sitting in a restaurant with a girl who seemed scared out of her mind at something.. he just couldn't put his finger on what, and extremely uninteresting conversation.
But his story had obviously struck a chord.. and now things were getting better.
As much as he couldn't admit it, he was bemused with her quick defensiveness. Moving his fingers to absently stroke the knife on the table, he watched it glitter in the candle light and turned his head to refuse another drink without speaking... his glass now was not even halfway empty. Looking idly at it, he took another drag on the cigarette before placing it, still burning into the ash tray and looking at her. “Are you broken, Cass? Because I wasn't referring to you.” but he was.. sort of. It was interesting how she'd jumped to that without really even thinking about what she was saying..
At least she had a talent for keeping him guessing.
Stopping his scrutiny for a moment, he picked up a fork and absently stabbed at the meat on his plate.. it was chicken, but if he was being honest it wasn't very good. It kind of upset him that the food would be so mediocre when it was so expensive.. clearly the people who ran this establishment thought they had it all good, when truly, he'd had better food from street vendors. How did you fuck up chicken? That was probably the most simple meat to cook. He didn't know what the deal was.. perhaps Kostas was trying to force him into settling down by securing his 'match'.. but from what he could see the only girl who was sitting in front of him was alone.. and she looked tired.. he just wanted to let her go home and sleep, but before that happened he was getting some damned entertainment out of this. “And frankly, I wouldn't want you to get down on your knees and 'give me one' anyway. I prefer that happening in time.. and if that's not the case, then it would have happened already. “ he stated, stubbing out the cigarette and taking another sip off the top of the whiskey, embracing the burning sensation against the back of his throat. He wasn't in the mood to drink... not for much of anything, to be totally honest.
COUNT; 528
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