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Post by dessi on Oct 20, 2010 16:15:43 GMT -8
you’ve shown me eventually what you’ll do. In the peak of her ‘dating’ era, Dessiree had considered herself the master in the science of the date, the connoisseur of courting. Many of her druggie friends came to her for her advice, often times with the price of one or two doses of heroin, but she gave help all the same. A silly little high school student, she’d set up therapy sessions for her friends if they had experienced a terrible date or gone out with someone who was wrong for them. She was a foolish young girl, jumping too far ahead of herself, getting in way too deep, too far over her head, but at the time, she thought she was doing the best job she could, that no one else could rival her knowledge.
Her last ‘relationship’ was in her senior year of high school years ago.
Now she wasn’t so sure if she even knew how to properly function on a date. At first, she was reluctant to go, but up front, she said yes and spent the rest of her week fretting over it. While she was comfortable around Dekker now, the awkwardness of a new friendship had worn off long ago, she wasn’t sure how well this dinner would go, but she was willing to give it a try (a rare feat for her). She spent most of her free time planning her outfit, going from a simple dress, to a complex blouse and jazzed up jeans with a snazzy belt and back several times, finally she settled on a simple violet dress, low cut and black shoes. She thought she was set; that is, until the day of the date was actually looming up over her head.
Sure, they’d had plenty planned dinners, but few had occurred outside of her house.
For whatever reason, this time was different, and she wanted it to be perfect, to go off without a hitch. She wanted to make up for the shit she’d been to him lately, for the grey hairs she was probably making grow on his head or the ulcers she was creating for him. Whatever it was, she wanted to fix it. Her preparation had started several hours before, a shower after riding, then styling her hair into loose curls as she brushed her teeth and put on makeup. Eventually she was ready for clothes, but as she stood there in her closet with just a bra and thong on, staring at her selection, she changed her mind.
Again.
She didn’t want to wear the dress anymore, she wanted to wear a mini skirt and blouse, but after putting it on she ripped them off and threw them in a pile in her closet, next trying on the jeans and a blouse, but not liking that combination either. The entire process took four hours, eventually she settled back on her original plan, but looking over at the clock she was horrified to see that she had 15 minutes left to get to Gianna & Giovanni’s. Terror shot an icy cold through her veins and she rushed to finish up her preparation. Running into one of her end tables, knocking the lamp off and her computer, she cursed loudly and shouted to the empty house, WHY IS BEING A WOMAN SO DAMN HARD?! Bending over, she picked up her computer, trying not to cry a she noticed there was a big crack running through it, knowing that hundreds of thousands of bytes of data were stored in there, hundreds of unfinished manuscripts, and her ever growing story based off of her and Dekker.
But she had bigger things to worry about.
Mournfully placing her computer on the soft plush of her bed she rushed out the door and raced to the restaurant, hoping he hadn’t given up on her. Frustrated to find that there were no convenient parking spaces, she parked near the back and hobbled to the restaurant’s front doors, mentally noting that she’d have a bruise on her thigh in the morning room where she had collided with the table. Eventually she got to the table, she smiled sheepishly at Dekker and sat down in a huff, kicking her legs out in front of her she picked up her menu and looked at him over it as she gazed at her choices, Have I told you it’s hard being an indecisive woman? She finished with a bright smile and ordered a glass of wine.
743 notes: HEY. DESSI LOOK OUT FOR THOSE TABLES.
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Post by rivalo on Oct 21, 2010 16:49:44 GMT -8
i just shut down there's still too much to learn, just so much to learnDEKKER [/SIZE][/size][/center] Dekker didn’t know if she would say yes or no at the time, or if she would even take him seriously. They had been friends for several months now and he felt like they had become much closer since he hadn’t run off on her, but he was constantly wondering if she wanted more than what he’d given so far. He was willing to give her anything at this point, one of those love at first sight things evidently, but he had to be careful not to show it too much around her. He didn’t want her thinking he was a pansy man, or that she wouldn’t have to try for his affection if she wanted it. Even though she wouldn’t have to try, but that wasn’t the point. Most of all, he didn’t want to push or scare her away with his actions. He could be blunt and truthful with her whatever she might be doing or ask him about, but when it came to his feelings he knew there was nothing more terrifying than to reveal them. So, when she’d agreed to have dinner with him he thought she seemed sincere about wanting it; he only hoped she was fully aware that it was, in fact, a date he had asked her on.
He’d gotten dressed for the occasion and taken careful time considering what to put on. It might have taken him an hour - the longest he’d ever prepared to go out the door - and he’d settled on a clean pair of jeans with a long sleeved black jacket. A simple white shirt was underneath, but he didn’t intend to take the jacket off. Clean, un-harassed black shoes covered his feet and he hoped he didn’t look too plain. He did little to his hair as it always seemed to take care of itself, but he did make sure it was brushed and freshly washed before walking out the door. He arrived to the restaurant about twenty minutes early for some unknown reason, so he took that time to meander into a nearby florist instead of wait anxiously at the table looking like an idiot. He wandered quietly through the small shop, the smell of flowers and pollen completely overpowering but wonderful considering what he was here for. He scanned through the various types debating on what she would like, or if she would like flowers at all, and soon realized he hadn’t known there were so many freakin types of flowers on the planet. There were freshly cut roses and unique Irises, giant sunflowers and even a random assortment of pansies to choose from, but after a load of debating he settled for something much simpler. Flowers that were often overlook because of their somewhat plain appearance, but when singled out and recognized they were absolutely stunning. Flourishing in the roughest of terrain and coming back time after time even stronger, white daisies were the flowers he chose for Dessi.
It was a simple assortment, the white petals accentuated with small bits of greenery, a few colored ferns added for extra attractions, but none so much so as to overpower the daisies. He smiled widely at them as he paid the florist, pacing quickly back towards the restaurant as he was now a few minutes late for his own reservation. Snatching the menus and sighing with relief as he sat at the table, he wasn’t completely surprised to see that she hadn’t arrived yet. He placed the flowers beneath his chair, figuring he’d either ruin them, squish them or step on them if they were anywhere else. As first five, then ten, then fifteen minutes crept by he found himself fidgeting, worrying, wondering if she’d bailed on him. Surely she wouldn’t have left him sitting here.
After twenty minutes he looked defeatedly down at his empty dinner plate and gathered himself to leave, but just as he looked up he could see her coming through the door looking quite flustered. Her eyes were bright, though, so that was a good sign. She was in a positive mood, so hopefully wasn’t freaking out about the whole date idea. He grinned with relief and soon found himself unable to stop as she came closer into his view. She looked absolutely stunning in a low cut violet dress and shiny black shoes to accent alongside, and it was almost more than his eyes could take at one time. Her dark hair fell in loose curls all down her slender back and her make up had been flawlessly applied for the occasion. She had obviously spent much more than an hour on her appearance, and he felt struck by that reality. She’d prettied up for him. As she neared he stood up respectfully out of habit and a mix of awe at the sight of her, but she soon sat and he followed suit becoming quite amused by her at this point.
She propped the menu up, glancing at him from across the top and making a joke before ordering a glass of wine. He grinned, nodding to the waiter agreeing that the entire bottle ought to be brought to the table. Dessi was smiling at him just as big as he was smiling at her and, for a moment, he felt rather self conscious and so decided to distract them both with the flowers he’d brought. ”You haven’t told me that, no, but I can imagine it must be extremely difficult.” he said with a chuckle, his eyes bright with mirth at having her here in front of him. He reached under his seat, sitting up and present her quite extravagantly with the daisies he’d bought for her. He dipped his head and waved a hand as if bowing across the table before looking playfully back up at her. ”For you, madam.” he said flirtatiously, extending forward the foliage for her approval. He’d never brought her flowers before in a gesture such as this one. ”I’m glad you made it.” he added on a more serious note, but he was still unable to wipe the silly grin off his face. [/SIZE][/blockquote]
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Post by dessi on Oct 21, 2010 21:58:48 GMT -8
you’ve shown me eventually what you’ll do. Flowers. There was something about them that always seemed to put a brighter light into any day. There were times when she was in rehab that she wished she had someone from the outside world caring enough to send her flowers; but after a few months the desire wore off as reality crashed down around her ears. However, she did go buy herself a half dozen roses when she got out just to brighten up the dingy apartment she had momentarily rented to give the place a little more cheer, since her entire reinvented mindset was all about positivity and moving on (something she failed to uphold in the advancing years). She had no particular taste in flowers; any flowers could put a smile on her otherwise mostly downcast face.
Though, with Dekker in the scene, she smiled much more often than she would normally on her own.
Perhaps it was because she knew she was with someone almost every day of the week who secretly adored her and would probably wait on her hand and foot if she just so needed that to happen. Of course, it was a plus that she found him attractive as well, but she was also trying to learn to look on the inside of a book and read what information’s there instead of judging it by its cover. It was incredibly strange to be around someone who looked past her exterior as well, to have someone who was genuinely concerned with how she came out physically and mentally in certain situations. While she felt like she was dealing with an entire new race, she also felt more comforted, safer, as if she’d ever tell him.
At least, she wouldn’t tell him such a thing sober.
If she’d been thinking of it, she’d remember how much of a light weight she was with alcohol, and how loose her lips (and hips) became just slightly under the influence, but her jubilant mood and his presence was giving her temporary amnesia. As he greeted her then pulled the flowers out from under his chair, she studied him closely, but kept the radiant smile on her face, taking the gift from him she playfully said, You’re spending too much money on me, I hope I can hold up to your expectations. She took note of his clean appearance, how cute. They had both gussied up for each other. Toying with her menu, she began to wonder why she was bothering with it in the first place since she always got the same dish –lasagna with garlic bread and a house salad.
She was habitual in that sense.
Putting her menu down she put an elbow on the table and placed her chin in her upraised palm, coyly smiling at him, It’s nice to see you in something that isn’t sweat or blood covered. And while you’re rather attractive with your whole ‘grunge’ look going on, you clean up nicely. She looked at the people around them, trying to catch snippets of other people’s conversations then looked back at him and sighed, leaning heavier into her hand, pushing up her cheek, I’m glad I made it too, I’m glad you asked me here. I know, I was super late, which was a really rude move of mine. Yeah, I was a little apprehensive about this whole ‘date’ thing, the waitress brought the bottle of wine and glasses, accepting a pre-poured glass she sipped it then casually went on, but I’m over that now. I was late because I took a long fucking time to get ready then decided to break my computer and lamp after running into one of my side tables and give myself quite the unsightly bruise on my thigh…which I can totally show you later. She finished with a wink.
It had been a while since she’d thrown out hints at her sexual desires.
No one could say she didn’t try to be clean…er. Crossing her legs, she took another sip and looked at him. A normal date, who would have thought she could have ever gone on one after being so secluded from the dating/friendship world. Just one more thing he’s done for her, and for that she was beyond grateful. Feeling the need to strike up small talk she furrowed her eyebrows then said, What’s your favorite flower? Sure, he was a man and probably didn’t have a ‘favorite’ flower (as that’d be an automatic revocation of his man card), but it’d at least start up something to talk about, she was desperate to learn more of the smaller things about him, wanting to fill all the gaps she had in between.
Here, there’d be no room for mistake or estimation.
o788 notes: yay late night posts O:
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Post by rivalo on Oct 22, 2010 16:22:33 GMT -8
i just shut down there's still too much to learn, just so much to learnDEKKER [/SIZE][/size][/center] She reached across the table and took the flowers with a positively gleeful expression, so his radiating smile continued to plaster his face as he became quite pleased with himself. She liked the flowers, and evidently was more than tickled to have received them from him. That was a good sign, right? He laughed at her words about money spending; ”They’re just flowers, Dess.” he said happily. It was true, he couldn’t think of anything else he’d really bought her besides loads of vet advice and secrets and a pair of crutches. You exceed my expectations. he thought to himself, watching her every movement with almost unnerving closeness. Maybe he should be playing harder to get, maybe that would make things more interesting for her. He was afraid of that, the possibility that his utter devotion might be boring to her and that might keep her away as much as her own issues could. Stupid things those relationship dynamics; to think that something as stupid as a lack of games might keep a person away. People could be like horses sometimes, needing a change or a lot of stimulation to keep them happy or interested. It was too soon for a change, he’d decided. Especially since nothing had technically started yet.
She placed an elbow on top of the table and he only smiled back, looking away bashfully when she boldly told him he cleaned up nicely. She followed suit by looking around before sighing and he couldn’t help but respond. ”I learn from the best, I guess.” he said with a wry smile of his own before she continued. He hadn’t seen this side of her before, this girlish, giddy, talkative Dessiree. She continued talking and he took it all in with interest, nodding to the waitress and sipping along with Dessi. ”Glad to hear you’re over it.” he offered between sips, unwilling to let on how nervous he himself remained. He didn’t want to screw this up, especially now that they were sitting and staring right at each other. Now that she was willing to accept a date. She talked on, and he realized that maybe she was nervous, too, and that was why she’d been chatting since the moment she’d hit the seat. He showed concern he was unable to express clearly in between smiling. ”Well that sucks by the way.” he said with a much more serious expression before she’d had a chance to finish up. Struck by her last comment he almost let his jaw drop. He never knew what to say when she said things like that. He would never tell her in a million years he literally had zero experience past copping a feel or making out pretty heavily, plus he was pretty modest in general making it difficult for him to make or respond to sexual jokes. Plus, with Dessi, it made him more nervous to think that she might not be joking.
She winked, though, and picked right up where he couldn’t leave off. Flowers? She wanted to talk about flowers now? ”Uh,” he stated surprisingly, throwing his hands up before scooping his own glass up again. He put on a thoughtful expression, swirling the alcohol idly before leaning forward to lay one arm across the table while the other remained loosely latched to the wine glass. ”Daisies.” he said simply, shrugging before smiling again at her. ”White ones. The kind that grow wild in the woods. Those.” he said, pointing to the small bouquet beside her. Granted those hadn’t come from the woods, but they could always be found there if one looked. ”And it isn’t because my mother likes them, and it doesn’t make me a pansy.” he said jokingly, pointing playfully at her as if to cut her off from making jokes of the sort. Then again, maybe he was stupid to bring up his mother. ”No pun intended of course.” he added in regards to pansies, leaning back into his chair and taking another swig of wine. When was the last time he’d had a drink? Oh that’s funny, besides the beer he had every now and then throughout the week he hadn’t been drunk since graduating from vet school. Much less buzzed. He’d have to slow down and order food soon.
The waitress returned out of the blue and he ordered up, a giant bowl of shrimp alfredo with breadsticks. He’d never been here before, but it sure sounded good. He gestured to Dessi, giving her a moment to set her order in before they started chatting again. ”Any particular flower preference aside from the ones I just gave you?” he asked curiously, obviously unable to come up with anything more unique than a reciprocating question. Come on, Dekker, pick up your game! For the life of him it was like he was struck dumb every time her attention was on him. Maybe if they both just got drunk they’d be able to talk more freely. Then again, Dekker became a stupid laughing idiot when intoxicated, unattractive to everyone but a mothering woman. Not that he would admit that out loud; his friends had done it enough for him. [/SIZE] comments: so i just want to throw out there that this reply drove me nuts. and i kind of hate it and want to re-do it. but if you like it, i'll keep it. so if you can't work with it, tell me and i'll do it over. lol[/blockquote]
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Post by dessi on Oct 26, 2010 21:12:46 GMT -8
you’ve shown me eventually what you’ll do. There were times when Dessi wondered if Dekker was worried whether or not he was being too ‘easy’ with this entire situation. If he were any other person, she’d probably love the exhilaration of the chase, the joy of catching the uncatchable fish, but the mellow vibes that floated between them was something she was eating up in an almost starving manner. If anything, it was keeping her closer, if he had come in any other time in her life, she would have packed her bags and sailed away to someone who could have provided her with a little more entertainment. But she was 23 (almost 24) years old now, and she was starting to get tired with the chase, it had proved its worth and usefulness in high school and a year after rehab, after that she lost interest in dating all together simply because men seemed to be making it harder and harder just to get them to do one simple thing, believing that aloofness was the key to a woman’s heart (or pants). Dessi was that way once.
However, times change, don’t they?
Gazing at him from across the table with a soft, pleased smile on her face, she wished she could read minds, still wondering if he was thinking of her; by now though she was sure that she was on his mind at least half of the time he was using his brain power to think. He seemed to talk only a little, but that was ok, she was rather chatty to begin with and it wasn’t like she was giving him much room to pipe up. She was so used to public appearances and making speeches about her work in front of movie casts and crazed fans that once she got in the mode of speaking, it was hard to get her to stop; while she did not view the date as ‘work’, her over-worked mind was unable to find a place to store it as, so it simply overreacted and went into overdrive. She tried not to think of all the valuable files she’d lost on her computer, tried not to think of everything she’d been through, she tried to put all of her turbulent thoughts to rest and focus on the task at hand.
Impressing and showing the man a good time.
He answered her question, which was not something she had expected, as she had totally assumed he’d blow it off and demand a manlier question; it shocked her to see how easily he gave up the answer to a rather sensitive question. She beamed at him, My mother used to keep a patch of daises in one of her front flower beds, and having a favorite flower does not make you a pansy by any right, it just means you have this strange thing that normal people have called…emotions. Fucking crazy, right? She grinned, was it possible that one measly glass of wine was already getting to her head? Probably not, she was just a talking fool around him when she was happily in her element (though deep down she was still feeling like a fish out of water). She studied him and how he acted, the minor stiffness in his elbows and shoulders; was he nervous as well? What was it about being on a ‘date’ that made them suddenly act like total strangers?
The waitress came and Dessi ordered as Dekker motioned for her to order.
When her question was mirrored back at her she looked down at the simple bouquet of flowers in her hand, at him, back at the flowers, then back at him and smiled softly, Any flowers you buy for me are my favorite. Today, it’s daisies, next time you feel the urge to buy me something pretty like flowers, it might be begonias or lilies. She sat back in her chair and began to sip her second glass, not paying much attention to how much alcohol she was actually consuming, not wanting to think about it tonight. Tilting her head she furrowed her brow and seriously asked, We have known each other for months now, you know I was a crazy heroin addict who was deserted by her entire family when she was eighteen, I know you graduated school early and became a vet, then there’s those few little details in between, albeit incomplete but growing. So, why is it that I ran around my house like a naked chicken and made myself late because I was so worried about impressing you when I’m obviously already center stage of your interests, and you’re still visibly nervous about this whole date idea when I’m here and happier than ever? Pursing her lips she inquired, When did dates and dating get so fucking hard?
o799 notes: told you I can work with anything O:
DASKDASFSADFDSKAHFDSAJFDS. I was trying to edit something and deleted the post, thank god i save this shit on word -dies a little inside-
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Post by rivalo on Oct 27, 2010 15:41:31 GMT -8
so take the photographs && still frames in your mind hang it on a shelf in good health and good timeDEKKER [/SIZE][/size][/center] Dekker had to say very little and it seemed like Dessi was on a roll immediately. Thus far all he had to do was sit back and listen. He was learning new things about her, and he wasn’t having to try very hard to get her talking. He figured this was a bit of an odd change for Dessi, so he pondered on the possibility of intoxication coming from his lovely date. No, surely she wasn’t already feeling it after only one glass of wine. If she was, eating would likely sober her up some so she could stay under control. He wouldn’t want her to end up drunk and embarrass herself, no that wouldn’t do. Neither of them needed any regrets on their plates at this point. Then again, he was actually somewhat curious as to what kind of drunk Dessi would be. Dekker turned into a laid back fool, easy to play around with and easy to get along with. He had never been angry that he could remember, preferring to play more card games and mediate when it came to the other drunks. He felt he was pretty good about it.
Dessi grinned at him in regards to the flowers; he’d not been completely sure how bringing up a mother would go over, but she seemed to be handling it just fine. He laughed when she said having emotions was fucking crazy, nodding in agreement while continuing to watch her every move. As they ordered all seemed to go pretty smoothly, and Dessi only continued to smile at him. Perhaps she was much more pleased by the fact that he’d asked her on a date than he had hoped; maybe she’d been waiting for him to ask for awhile now. It might explain (other than intoxication) why she was so smiley and talky with him tonight. ”I’ll keep that in mind.” he said, flattered by her words. Any flowers he bought were her favorite? Well, that might have been a pretty nice compliment right there; he was feeling more confident that she might like him in return. She leaned back and he watched her take another drink of wine, following suit and doing so himself. Maybe he would loosen up if he had a little more, too.
Suddenly she erupted with curious frustration, pretty much dishing out what both of them had been thinking the whole time. His brows raised in surprise and he gave a smirk of shock before leaning forward to cross his arms on the still empty place setting in front of himself. So, she knew he was completely enamored of her. Way to be subtle, Dekker. He wasn’t sure if he should be wounded or embarrassed, having had not only someone tell him he was whipped in the middle of a restaurant, but the girl who had him whipped said it to him. What a great way to boost his masculine pride card. ”I think dating got hard when they quit arranging marriages in mainstream life.” he said matter-of-factly, nodding his head as if he were making fun of her. Grinning to let her know he was kidding, he leaned back against his chair again before continuing. ”As far as everything in between goes, ask away and I might tell you,” he said with a sly face; he didn’t have to give answers so freely, even if he was more than willing. Maybe it would make it more fun for her and himself if he played hard to get just a little. Then again, was she saying that she ran around naked and nervous so she deserved to know the things in between? He could never read women. ”As far as my attention goes, I’m afraid you’ve hit the nail on the head. It’s quite possible that you fill almost every waking thought that goes through my head.” he said, crossing his arms and keeping his tone light to suggest that this was a passing remark that intended to make him sound like a smart-ass.
Was he setting himself up for failure? Probably. Would the end result be her running out of here without looking back? Quite possibly. But he hoped that continuing his thoughts would keep her occupied and hopefully not give much regard to his frank words. ”And” he continued, holding a finger up to keep her from interrupting, ”I am still nervous despite your excitement because I haven’t been on a real date in years, much less ever asked a girl myself. I usually get asked to go on dates.” he said with a shrug. There we go, there’s a good way to boost that masculine pride. ”So, you can imagine my anxiousness at having to ask you, risk being put down by my best friend and thus far only friend in this town, and then still have to look you in the face tomorrow if you laughed at me.” he said with a smug smile. That ought to tell her! Then, realizing he hadn’t said anything about it, he leaned forward with a bigger smile on his face, eyes bright with glee. ”So, you were nervous, eh?” he asked somewhat rhetorically, more out to tease her than anything. [/SIZE] tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial for what it’s worth, it was worth all the while
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Post by dessi on Oct 27, 2010 18:43:59 GMT -8
you’ve shown me eventually what you’ll do. What most people did not realize was that when she was happy and comfortable with where she was, Dessiree was a chatterbox. Most of her friends in high school had a hard time finding a time when she was quiet for more than two seconds. Granted, she was high most of the time, but she was at least ‘happy’ and comfortable with where she was in her life, comfortable and happy enough to talk freely about anything that crossed her mind. The people that had gotten to know Dessi post-abandonment and post-rehab got to know a Dessiree Pearson who had withdrawn into her shell and was only talkative when she was in an exceptionally good mood (the first time she met Dekker was a strange one, since if it had been any other time she would have blown his help off and ran away the second he wanted to make sure she was ok).
So really, she was not already drunk, just happy.
Though, she was a small person and it never really took more than three or four drinks to get her legally intoxicated. Not that such a thing ever really mattered to her, but she figured she should probably watch what she did on this date; she was a slutty drunk. Slutty drunks always had lots of regret on their plate (like she needed any more), and the last thing she wanted to do was ruin the one good thing in her life and scare away her only true friend in the town. Sure, she had the odd fan turned friend, and her manager was always a good source of conversation, but none of them really knew her; that’s what made the man before her so special.
So far, he had been smart with the information and was using her trust to ‘fix’ her.
For that, Dessi was grateful, she couldn’t have asked for a better person to come in at such a low time in her life. Previously, she’d been more holed up and reclusive than usual, aside from the occasional bar visit when her ‘friends’ insisted she needed to see the light of day. At the bars, she’d simply drink (not fuck or drug) her night away. She was cautious…in her own special way. And clearly the last thing she wanted was to act a fool around him. He spoke in a rather tongue-in-cheek manner at her comment of their feelings for each other and couldn’t help but smile. The man was giving her a run for her money, but she was still flattered that he suggested that every waking moment, she filled his mind.
Wasn’t that something every woman liked to hear?
Dessi was no exception to the rule, she liked to be the center stage of someone’s attention, she liked compliments too. As he spoke on, he raised a finger to keep her from interrupting, she raised her hands as if to say she wasn’t going to say anything until he was done. As he finished, their food came, she picked up a fork and put a small bite in her mouth, deliberating her answers she had for him for a moment before quietly placing the fork back down and saying with a smile, You know, maybe I’m not interested in learning absolutely everything about you right now, there’s plenty of other times I can play 20 questions. Besides, from what I remember, dates are for small talk, and the questions I was going to ask are way more thoughtful than ‘what’s your favorite color?’ and ‘are you a boob or ass man?’ You know. Simple shit’s what works the best. And honestly, I can see why people asked you out first, I would have too, but I’m lazy, scratch that, I’m terrified of commitment she thought to herself. Taking a sip of her wine again she went on, Well, this is quite an authentically legit date, so get used to it, because I like being spoiled.
She laughed and winked at him.
The last thing she expected him to do was take her out on dates every other night simply because it pleased her (though she was sure he would if she said she wanted to), after all. He was doing enough with her to begin with. Still, it all goes back to her being ‘greedy’ and wanting every waking moment she had to be with him. She was content with her sin. His comment about her being his best friend warmed her heart, she took another bite of her food and leaned forward, Well, I’ve yet to laugh at you, just with you; and there’s little you can do to ruin it now at this point, so loosen up and let go, smile more and loosen your tie; nothing bad is going to happen…yet. She smiled at him then considered his rhetorical question, Of course I was nervous. First date I’ve allowed myself to go out on that didn’t involve a bar being the setting since I denounced myself of heroin addict status. The last real date I went on, or…what I considered a real date, was at my expense with a syringe of heroin sitting between us. I had shitty dating habits, worse than no dating habits at all. Pardon me if I act like a caveman in a sophisticated restaurant. Culture shock sucks. She fell silent then put her serious mask back on, Why ask me out now? When you could have done it any other time?
It wasn’t a necessarily important question, but it’d be nice to know, right?
930 notes: OHNOEZ DEKKER, HARD QUESTIONZZZZZ.
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Post by rivalo on Oct 28, 2010 10:49:33 GMT -8
so take the photographs && still frames in your mind hang it on a shelf in good health and good timeDEKKER [/SIZE][/size][/center] As he finished speaking their waitress appeared at his elbow, prompting him to look up and smile, leaning back to give her clear reach onto their table. He looked appreciatively at the food as it was placed in front of him and then looked over at Dessi who had already lifted her fork to dig in. He didn’t blame her, it was way past time to eat and he was sure her stomach was growling about as much as his own. Her expression was thoughtful and this only mildly concerned him, so as she took a slow bite he followed suit and dug in of his own accord. He looked up to listen as she spoke, taking care to chew his food completely in the time she was responding in efforts of avoiding anything green or gross looking winding up between his teeth. He offered a toothless smile as he chewed, laying his fork down as she grew a little more serious. Picking up the large napkin from his lap he dabbed around his mouth and lifted the fork again.
He didn’t really know what to say in regards to previous date settings she’d had, or the circumstances she’d found herself in, especially given that he’d never been in that situation, much less had to offer an opinion to people who had been there and done that. He supposed, though, that it did in fact make sense that she would be so open and rambunctious in an at least somewhat refined restaurant if she had never actually eaten in one before. Well, not in years anyway. Taking another bite of his pasta, he spoke between chomps, ”I won’t hold it against you.” he said with a touch of humor, aiming to make light of the scenario. Her next question, though, caught him completely off guard. He almost choked on his mouthful of pasta and ended up covering up his face with the napkin as he swallowed and thought about what he would say to her.
”Well uh,” he started with a shrug, looking off as he thought about his reasoning. He hadn’t wanted to scare her, and he wanted to get to know her first. He wanted to keep her, but you can’t just tell that to someone you’ve only just met. You’ve got to build up to that kind of thing. ”I was... waiting for the right time I guess.” he said, his eyes looking thoughtfully back at her. ”Think about it, would you have said yes if I’d asked you out the week we met, or even a few months ago? You didn’t know me, and I didn’t know you. I could tell there was more to you than just a pretty face and great legs.” he said with another shrug, taking a bite of pasta and swallowing, obviously being completely honest. ”I wanted to get to know you first, see if you were even interested in me at all.” he finished, hoping she’d find it complimentary that he thought she was quite attractive, and understand where he was coming from. [/SIZE] tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial for what it’s worth, it was worth all the while
comments: ahhhh, not my best. x.x[/blockquote][/center]
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Post by dessi on Oct 28, 2010 17:52:45 GMT -8
you’ve shown me eventually what you’ll do. As the night wore on, Dessi could feel herself loosening up and becoming more comfortable, she found herself not switching her position in her seat as much, and only switched the way her legs were crossed once or twice; this was progress, she was acting less and less nervous by the minute. It was a strange concept to her that she had even acted so neurotic about going out for a quiet night with someone that she had known for a few months now in the first place. If she had been the person she was before, it would have been no big deal, and she probably wouldn’t have even considered dressing up for him.
No one could say she wasn’t trying.
In comment to her barbarian in a fancy restaurant, he said he wouldn’t hold it against her, she smiled. It was nice that they could openly joke with each other. Sitting back in her chair she laughed at him and said, Oh, that makes me feel so much better, knowing that any actions I may make here tonight will not go down on my permanent record, makes my life so much easier, had me real worried. Falling silent as he fell silent, she focused herself on her food, but still waited for an answer to her question.
Whether he wanted to or not, she would make him answer.
Curiosity often drove her to demanding answers. Luckily, she did not have to wait long for solace. She put a small smile on her face as he replied, putting her fork down and chewing then taking another sip of her wine. Leaning forward she put her elbow on the table and her chin in her up turned palm as he spoke. She found that she was mildly satisfied with his answer and wasn’t really willing to dig for more, she understood exactly where he was coming from, Hah. God knows I would have run away and never looked back. She thought about his answer more before grinning at him, What? It was just my face and legs that attracted you in the first place? I’ve been told I’ve got great boobs as well, and honestly; I love my boobs. But hey, I do have great legs…and I suppose my face is great…minus my neck and when it doesn’t have makeup on it. And yes, you’re an interesting person, curiosity is a weakness…or a strength depending on how you look at it.
No matter what, she’d still be conscious about how much older she looked without makeup.
Sitting back she picked up her fork again and started to toy with the half bit of food that was left on her plate, blankly staring at it as she pursed her lips in deep thought. Sighing she looked around the restaurant, trying to deny internally that she didn’t like him as much as she was feeling he did, but every time she looked at him it was like her heart skipped a beat. Toying with the napkin she looked back at him and narrowed her eyes before tilting her head slightly, I read that a college somewhere had an ongoing study as to whether or not ‘love at first sight’ was a real thing, like how the brain’s chemicals changed when it noticed it was looking at ‘the one’ or whatever. Generally love at first sight is only like a glance, and it’s probably not true. But they said that it only takes the brain a 5th of a second to decide that it’s found the right person.
595 notes: I totally heard about that study this morning on the radio xDDD
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Post by rivalo on Nov 8, 2010 11:13:04 GMT -8
so take the photographs && still frames in your mind hang it on a shelf in good health and good timeDEKKER [/SIZE][/size][/center] Her sarcastic tone was ever-endearing, and the way she began to slow down and relax only seemed to rub off on him. He settled, his shoulders losing tension and expression becoming more readable than before. He had only eyes for this woman tonight, regardless of what may or may not be going on around them. Which, given their location, wasn’t much aside from other people eating and talking as well. He only smiled at her as she spewed off smart remarks and enjoyed it legitimately, wanting nothing more than to enjoy himself. He felt satisfied with his questioning and even more satisfied in her answer; he had guessed right, and was correct in waiting this long to ask her out on a date. She didn’t seem to visually put too much contemplation on this fact, and he was glad for it, not wanting her to think too hard on the subject. The point was, this is where they were now and the future was all that mattered. He laughed and couldn’t help but blush a little at her blatant talk of her breasts and everything else, leaning back and fiddling with his fork a little while she rambled on. ”Well I couldn’t really just come out and say that I think you’re perfect, could I? Where would be the fun in that? Besides, I was trying to be the tasteful gentleman and all, talking about legs and eyes and things.” he finished with a wry grin and another chuckle.
What kind of man would he be if he never checked out her ass or boobs, or never had sexual thoughts about her? Why, he’d be gay! No offense to the gays and all, but quite frankly that was not something he wanted to be identified as. Anyway, still not willing to say out loud that he found her quite nearly irresistible, he simply laughed off her words. She always was the wild one, so open about herself to him. He wondered if she talked like that with anyone else sometimes, or if she only talked to him so candidly. He would have liked to think the latter, but he hadn’t really seen her with other people. Noting her neck comment, ”I think your neck is lovely.” he said softly as if a side-note, but his eyes showed the truthfulness in it. He didn’t really see the scars as marks of negativity; rather, as a reminder that she had seen worse times and had grown as a person, and was in a place that didn’t require the help of drugs. She had been to hell and back; couldn’t it serve as a sign that she could conquer anything if she put her mind to it? ”Glad you find me interesting and all, though.” he said, not giving her too much time to react to his comment. It had been a loaded one, that was for sure, but he hoped to keep it at least somewhat light on their first technical date.
Then, though, she started in on a whole new subject and he didn’t have a damn thing to say to it. Was that random? What did she want from him on that front? Was he painfully obvious? She seemed to be watching him rather closely, her eyes narrowed every so slightly and head tilted cleverly to the side as if she’d caught him with his hand in the cookie jar. Keeping his cool, ”Well that’s pretty interesting.” he said, taking a casual sip of his wine before leaning his own elbow upon the table to set his jaw thoughtfully upon it. ”Chemically speaking I can see how love could affect the body as well as the prospect of it, but I think it would be quite difficult for a college to prove such a thing. They would have to follow people around for an unlimited amount of time and be monitoring them and just hope to be around when their subject chances upon his or her potential mate.” he said scientifically, his eyes bright with amusement even though it really was quite a fascinating topic to think about. Sure, he could believe in love at first sight (what was he doing right now anyway?) but the possibility of it being able to be proven seem far-fetched to him.
Countless people could live their lives waiting on that chemical reaction to happen, looking into the face of random strangers and hoping against hope they hadn’t fallen for the wrong person. But then, how could you fall in love with someone if there wasn’t something there the moment you’d set eyes upon them? Seemed like too many people could end up alone if they depended upon that possibility. ”Fascinating as it is, I seriously doubt it could be proven scientifically that love at first sight exists. It will be a well-versed urban legend forever if you ask me. Plenty of guys are starstruck when they see a sexy woman in a club and think she’s the one - until they get in her pants. It’s the same with teenagers who fall in love with rock stars. They think it’s meant to be from the moment they see a picture of their favorite singer, but obviously it’s about as far fetched as a Tom cat thinking his Queen is just around the corner.” realizing he could be ruining a potentially very romantic moment with his med school nerdy brain, he hastily covered it up. ”But that isn’t to say it isn’t possible. That it doesn’t happen. I think it happens. It depends on the person.” he said with a soft smile, taking the moment to take another bite of his slowly disappearing plate of food. He needed to slap himself internally now for making her think he might not love her. Not that he would say that now anyway; that would be a recipe for disaster. [/SIZE] tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial for what it’s worth, it was worth all the while
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Post by dessi on Nov 8, 2010 11:54:10 GMT -8
you’ve shown me eventually what you’ll do. After posing an interesting subject matter, it would only be fair to ask Dessi if she believed in this thing called love at first sight, if she was a strong follower of the idea that at any second, of any day, at any moment she could be in the room with ‘the one’ and all she’d have to do was look at them and she’d know that she had to be with them no matter the costs, that if she didn’t get them she’d be destitute to a life of solitude and forever stuck in her own tar pit of sorrow with no potential for escape, she’d be living a life as a slave to galleon buckets of ice cream, Kleenex brand tissues, depression pills and sad movies. Was there a part of Dessi that wanted to believe in love at first sight?
Of course there was.
But what logical human being didn’t want to think that they’d never be alone once they found the one. Fuck courtship and foreplay when all that had to be done was a simple glance and they’d know, but if that were the case, it would be as if most people were living their life in a permanent criminal (or love) line up, just looking around at an endless sea of faces hoping that their superior brain would be able to identify the one that would forever be bound to them by heart and soul, body and mind. Who would have time to work when the rest of one’s life was suddenly devoted to proving to themselves (and perhaps the world) that love was spontaneous, and that spontaneous love was everlasting simply because science said it was.
Still, there was a minor flaw in the plan.
Could it be that one side was feeling the chemical connection while the other was not? Of course it could. There was always that factor that one side was completely enamored while the other was not. Why was it that men and women cried like new born babies the day their sour spouse handed them the divorce papers, the proof that they were the only ones ‘feeling it’ the entire time? Because the actual rate of success for relationships and marriages had gone down so low, what with marriages being on a whim, a promise, or a wish. Some people thought if they got married they’d be making things better, when really marriage was sometimes the straw that broke the camel’s back. However, Dessi had not posed her statement in a way to see what Dekker would say or to suggest that she was a firm believer in love at first sight, no.
She had posed it as bait on the hook of her fishing pole.
Dekker was her fish, and he was playing right into her hands, he had answered in a way she had hoped, she wanted to blind side him with her next question. Toying with him now? Of course she was. The subtle hints that love might be a factor between them was strong. She leaned forward and placed her elbows on the table with her chin in her hands and a dreamy smile playing across her glossy lips as he spoke then hastily attempted to prove that he was not ruling it out and did not love her (even though that was not why she had put the plate out on the table to begin with). As he finished speaking, her dreamy smile quickly switched to that of a predator’s grin, her eyes lighting up brightly as she smirked and said, Well, with that said, I believe I only have one question left for you then, Mr. Morrison…
She shifted closer, her stomach pressed up against the edge of the table.
Her dark eyes studied his for a second, taking in his features, he was her toy and she was the cat, whether or not he realized she had done that purposely was up to him (or perhaps he’d deny it with scientific facts), My question to you, my dear, are you one of them? And if so, what type are you? Are you the drunken man at the strip club with his eyes on that hottie sliding down the pole with a string of drool creeping out the side of your mouth just knowing I’m the one, or are you the lonely tom cat who’s finally found his Queen? It was as if the chatter around them had stopped, her focus was on him and only him, he was her center, and she knew she was his.
o765 notes: OHHKAAY. HELLO THERE MUSE.
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Post by rivalo on Nov 8, 2010 18:26:03 GMT -8
so take the photographs && still frames in your mind hang it on a shelf in good health and good timeDEKKER [/SIZE][/size][/center] He wasn’t entirely sure where Dessi had intended to go with this, but the way her expression switched from one of a flirtatious girl to a sly woman was enough to make his heart skip a beat or two. He hadn’t meant to open a can of worms with his reasoning of whether or not love at first sight could actually be determined, but it seemed he’d walked right into something. Still, though, he wasn’t quite sure what it was she was setting him up for. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly as her grin became a bit more wry and eyes shone with glee at his falling into her mysterious trap. He wasn’t sure whether or not he should feel insecure about all this or if he should just keep on enjoying himself. What the hell. Why make the conversation more serious than it had to be? Well, the fact that he still hadn’t ironed out what could or could not work against him in Dessi’s case could be what kept him insecure about expressing his feelings.
Her question rather confused him at first, and he had to think about what she meant. It sounded like she was asking if he believed firmly what the college study had shown, that there was only one person for everyone in the world and that he was looking at her. Either that, or she was asking if he didn’t believe so firmly and wanted to know if he hadn’t given quite that much thought to their relationship. It was a subtly loaded question, but the way he’d worded his own analogy he hadn’t meant for it to backfire quite so much on himself. ”Well Miss Pearson,” he said slowly, fiddling with his fork to distract himself, ”I think someone can know pretty quickly if they love someone, but I don’t think something like that can be closely studied.” he said, choosing his words carefully. ”So, considering I’ve never seen you on a pole I can’t say much in that regard....” he trailed off comically, offering a grin that suggested he was engaging in a little sexual banter of his own.
In all honesty he didn’t much like thinking of himself as a tomcat, way to pick the analogy Dekker, but at the same time he wanted to hurry up and tell her how he felt and that he never wanted to meet another woman in his lifetime. He’d already had time to imagine how her hands would feel in his, how she would feel against him in the middle of the night. He knew he wanted to see her without makeup every morning, hair messy and her sleeping face the first thing his own eyes fell upon at the beginning and end of every day. Alas, he couldn’t be quite so forward, with Dessi or with any woman on the planet for that matter. This was only their first date; sure, they’d had months of getting to know one another, but telling a woman you barely knew that you adored her was a ticket to the looney house and a way to send her running for the hills.
”So, I would hope to be a cat finding his queen.” he said simply, resigning himself to that answer. He shrugged with a good natured smile as if he had been backed into a corner he was more than happy to sit comfortably in. ”Enough about me, though. Why do I always have to be the one on the spot? What about you? Do you believe in love at first sight and all that?” he asked, leaning back into his seat and folding his arms as if he’d managed to pull one over on her in return. Obviously this was unlikely; she’d probably bounce right back to him. At this thought, he promptly downed the remainder of his half empty wine glass and helped himself to more. He topped off hers as well, figuring it was rude to fill his own glass and ignore hers. [/SIZE] tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial for what it’s worth, it was worth all the while
comments: meh, didn’t like this one too much....[/blockquote][/center]
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Post by dessi on Nov 10, 2010 7:05:31 GMT -8
you’ve shown me eventually what you’ll do. Was Dessiree a believer in love at first sight, was she swayed as the college’s report put forth an excellent and funded answer to the age old question? Of course she wasn’t, but Dessi was obstinately oblivious to feelings and love around her, it was not one of her goals to really ‘fall in love’, she had figured that if it ever happened, it would happen, if not it wouldn’t. She wasn’t going to spend her entire life revolving around one little notion that happiness was available for everyone, they just had to look for it. Though, Dessi was a very practical person and it was rare that she engaged in fanatical whims or jumped on the bandwagon of foolish games.
That doesn’t mean she didn’t used to do it.
A foolish young girl who sets her eyes on any man (or boy) that could possibly be ‘the one’ and pining over him for the next few weeks. That’s what Dessi had been growing into, but was the crazy attractions and nights spent crying herself to sleep simply because she knew that a famous rock star didn’t even know she existed just a part of growing up? Of course it is. For any normal hormonal pre-teen girl it is. Unfortunately, Dessi’s crazy appeals lasted well into her high school years, playing the part of a hopeless romantic, never getting reality until it hit her square in the face.
She had made a promise that she wouldn’t dare jump into anything until she was sure about it.
With Dekker, she had been testing the waters for a while, and only recently she found it safe to wade in. She sat back in her chair as he fiddled with his fork and picked out the words to answer her question, when he joked about never seeing her on a pole and wouldn’t know what it was like he offered her a joking smile, she let out a genuine laugh and said, Well, remind me to put on a show for you some time. She accompanied her equally provocative statement with a wink. In truth, Dessi had never been into the stripping or prostitute thing. The only people she’d ever exploit her body to were people she knew could help her with something or just people she knew, it was not in her twisted morals to consider prostitution (or escorting as some girls called it).
While he may have distracted her for one short moment with a joke, she was still waiting for his answer.
And after a few short moments of waiting, he gave her the answer, she only smiled. She had been expecting that answer, and was rather pleased with it, but she was not expecting him to rebound the question to her, for a moment, she put on a fake look of surprise, as if hurt that he had to ask her if she, a woman, believed in such foolish things, she laughed and said, Well I’m a woman, don’t I have a right to believe in whatever my heart tells me is true? He poured himself another glass of wine and refilled her own, she smiled and took her drink, sipping on it (perhaps a bit too fast to not be eating anymore). Sighing she sat back in her chair once more and ran a hand through her hair and looked at him before saying, Ok, right. I agree with you, it’d be hard to monitor such a thing, probably impossible. But you know, it was probably an all women’s school and I’m sure the government gave them a grant, I just thought it was very interesting, right? But who said science can’t be romantic, yes? And you’re always on the spot because I find it cute to watch you think. And, if I didn’t believe in love at first sight, I’m pretty sure I just wouldn’t be here right now, right? Oh what was she even getting herself into? The second after she spoke, she realized what she had hinted at, tried to stifle the blush (but only made it worse), and instead took a really big sip of her wine, before coughing as it went down.
Dessi embarrassed of a subject, who knew?
o7O6 notes: I thought it was lufferly C:
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Post by rivalo on Nov 11, 2010 12:49:42 GMT -8
so take the photographs && still frames in your mind hang it on a shelf in good health and good timeDEKKER [/SIZE][/size][/center] Her sense of humor never seemed to get old for him, and when she winked suggestively he couldn’t help but grin back at her and try hiding his blush in another bite of food. Her response to his question, though, made him laugh. ”I suppose you women are a bit easier at listening to your heart and all that stuff.” he said, going along with it. As she sipped and he did the same, he was surprised to find he wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable with this conversation as he had expected he’d be, and he was still waiting for what she thought about all the love at first sight stuff. The last of his meal was scooped into his mouth and after another moment of silence, she filled his head with more of her beautiful voice but was promptly snapped out of his laid back enjoyment with her finishing words.
He swallowed quickly, looking sharply up at her as a faint blush spread across her face; so, she hadn’t meant to say that she believed in love at first sight, and that she wouldn’t be on a date with him if she didn’t. So she really was as wrapped up in him as he was in her? His jaw almost dropped as he let this process, awkwardly staring at her as if in shock as he mulled it over. Her blush deepened and she continued to chug her wine to avoid his gaze, but soon ended up sputtering and coughing over it. Her shade deepened and he promptly reached around to pat her on the back, encouraging her airway to clear. He’d done that a million times; it was always embarrassing, so the most she could do was take another drink. ”Here, have a sip.” he said quietly, holding up a sweating full glass of water the waiter had brought over with the wine, but neither of them had bothered to touch as of yet. Now would be a good time to use it. He sighed while she was distracted; what was he supposed to say to that? Should he play it off? Surely that would be easier for both of them at this point in time, it was way to early to say they loved each other. Things could change, either one of them could get freaked out if it was said out loud just yet. Why was he such a huge sap?! Get it together, man!
”Got it under control?” he asked her with a slight chuckle, his eyes trailed on hers to see if she’d recovered. ”Anyway, I guess it works out then. Us two scientifically inclined people believing in love at first sight and acting under it. What a coincidence.” he said with a merry smile before sidling back over into his position across the table. With a grunting sigh he felt his head swim just slightly from the movement, and realized they’d gone through half the bottle since it’d been brought to the table. ”Why don’t we take this bottle and go to a park.” he offered, brandishing lightly towards the door. He raised his hand towards the waiter who was eying them from across the room, indicating that they were ready for the check. They didn’t have to leave just yet if they didn’t want, but it would be nice to get the hovering waiter out of the way and enjoy themselves if they so chose. ”Unless you’d like dessert of course, that’s fine with me, too.” he said with a bright smile to her, unable to hide his mirth from her at any time. He was enjoying himself, a bit too much perhaps. [/SIZE] tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial for what it’s worth, it was worth all the while
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Post by dessi on Nov 14, 2010 20:56:33 GMT -8
you’ve shown me eventually what you’ll do. It seemed that though her response was followed by a steady silence between the two, Dekker appeared to be more than pleased with her answer. As she sat and uncharacteristically choked on her drink, swallowed in haste to cover the embarrassment and unintended reply to his counter-question, he politely reached around and patted her on the back. Either in a comforting gesture that it was ok to feel that way or a half-assed attempt to keep her from choking to death right before his eyes (at least he was trying). She lifted her eyes to find that he was shoving a glass of water in her face, for a second she wondered where the water had come from, but then remembered that as a courtesy to the diners, the restaurant provided complimentary water with every meal or alcoholic or non-alcoholic beverage. Gratefully taking it from his hand she took a breath in between coughs and sipped.
The more she began to calm down, the quicker the red blush on her cheeks faded.
The last time she had been so deeply embarrassed was back in her freshman year talking to her ‘girl friends’ about the womanly needs and periods and such; back then she was just getting started on her ‘vulgar’ trend. Though hard to believe, there was once upon a time where she was rather innocent, her view on the world untainted by a myriad of corrupted subjects and ideas. She was the epitome of the good child, so obedient and an easy keeper for her parents; until high school they never had to worry about whether or not she was going to come home stoned or miss out on an early curfew. She was the perfect little girl, someone who faded into the corner and waited to be spoken to.
As the hacking calmed down, he asked if she got it under control.
Offering him a reassuring smile she nodded and took another small sip of her water, listening intently as he spoke of how convenient it was that they both had a tendency to lean towards the scientific fact of love at first sight existing. She simply nodded, still trying to collect her thoughts and words. It was a strange thing for her to be so bashful in his presence all the sudden, in fact, she had just recently been openly talking about how wonderful her boobs were, and yet a simple down to earth conversation about ‘feelings’ had stopped her train right on the tracks. As he sat back in his chair, she looked over at the bottle of wine and was impressed that they had managed to go through a little over half of it.
How was she not falling out of her seat through lack of coordination?
Perhaps this was because she had not consumed her alcohol alone (that was probably the biggest contributing factor to the minor fuzz in her head and lack of a full on buzz. She raised an eyebrow when he asked if she’d rather they pay the bill and go to a park, she laughed at him and said, A park, really? You are aware that it’s really kind of almost winter out there, right? Meaning it’s cold and I’m not a fan of the cold. Unless you hold me really close and we keep our clothes on…or in the event that the clothes do somehow come off, I’m really close. She offered him a playful grin and stood up and put down a few bucks for a tip, figuring he’d complain if she tried to pay, so she may as well just put down some tip money.
Grabbing the bottle, as he finished with the bill, she went over to his side and looked over his shoulder.
That was one thing she truly loved about the restaurant, it was so inexpensive to enjoy good food; something she loved. She held out her arm as he stood up and began to direct them towards the door, leaning into him, walking sloppily, tugging his arm down, then playfully popping back up again and laughing. You, my dear, picked a really good place for dinner, and I really can’t thank you enough for taking me out, I had a really good time…what park are we going to? Or are you having second thoughts about a park? You know, I’ve never seen where you live, and I find that strange because you know where I live and basically everything about my house, but I don’t even know where you live, I find that so sad, you should take me to your house. She beamed up at him.
o774 notes: nah, you do a good job Dekker’s so coot <3
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