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Post by Aimee Reynolds on Jul 3, 2006 13:17:48 GMT -5
Aimee entered the club Shaded Night, looking back to see if Alex had followed. She headed over to the tables, listening to her stomach for once. She'd decided that they should eat, then they could dance. It would be fun!
She sat down at one of the tables, looking up to make sure he had followed. She grinned at him and picked up the menu, reading through it. Hmm. Appetizers, or skip straight to the main course?
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Post by Alexander Aindrea on Jul 3, 2006 13:32:36 GMT -5
Alex had been following, but had got a bit distracted on the way in. He had stopped, glancing around the place and smiling happily. When he glanced back down, he noticed that his girlfriend, Aimee Reynolds, had disappeared. She must have gone ahead as he stared around the room.
Pushing through the crowds, he suddenly saw her at a table. He smiled and waved, making his way over. He sat down in front of her, and breathed, "Wow, thought I'd lost you there for a second! What's on the menu?"
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Post by Aimee Reynolds on Jul 3, 2006 13:46:46 GMT -5
She grinned at him and said,"There you are! Get lost at the door?" She laughed and said,"Don't worry, you wouldn't be the first, I'm sure." She was just glad they were here, having their first official date. As boyfriend and girlfriend. Wow, that felt great to say. She had a boyfriend!
"Hmm. Well, we can have appetizers, or we can skip those and go to the main course, then have dessert later." She grinned and said,"What'll it be?" She had already decided on her main course. She was going to have the cajun chicken pasta, which was similar to fettucine alfredo, but there were a few diferences.
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Post by Alexander Aindrea on Jul 3, 2006 14:14:41 GMT -5
Alexander laughed. "Funny as it sounds, yeah, I did. I was just looking about... and then you left me!"
She was right, though; it did sound pretty awesome calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend. It made it all so real. You know what the greatest thing was, though? He wasn't scared. He trusted this girl, and hoped desperately that she wouldn't take advantage and hurt him badly.
But that was a weakness he didn't like, and pushed the thought away roughly.
"Hmmm... I'm pretty full. I think I'll have... one of those little individual pizzas... Mm, meat feat, with garlic and cheese-filled crust... deep pan..." The boy's face had become distant and hungry. He shook his head, back to earth. "Yeah, that's what I'll have. What is there to drink?"
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Post by Aimee Reynolds on Jul 3, 2006 15:46:33 GMT -5
She grinned and said,"I had to save us a table before they were all gone!" She laughed and smiled at him.
She had no plans on hurting Alex. None at all. She hoped he wasn't going to hurt her either, but something told her he wouldn't, so she was relaxed and comfortable with the way things were now.
"Hmm. Well, there's alcoholic and non-alcoholic." She grinned and said,"It would depend on which one you wanted." She winked at him, reading through it herself. There was a lemonade that had a hint of strawberry flavor added to it and just a touch of vodka. It was just relaxer, and she considered it. Afterall, IDs weren't needed. A student that was 17 owned the place!
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Post by Headmistress Adeline Darcy on Jul 3, 2006 15:55:14 GMT -5
"Sure," he replied, grinning.
There wasn't a large chance that Alex was going to hurt Aimee; he wouldn't rant at her about how bad cheating was if he was going to do it himself! He was some things, but he wasn't an out right liar. He'd sneak around (how else was he going to leave after a one night stand easily?) and lie occasionally, but most of the time he just was what he was.
"I think I'll order a butterbeer to drink while our meals are being done... and a bottle of their most expensive wine, whatever color you wish, for us to wash everything down with." He scanned the menu again. "Whatever you want."
Hey, of course IDs weren't needed. In the wizard world you turned into an adult at seventeen anyway, and he was a seventh year...
{Damn, wrong character... oh well. I can't be bothered to fix it xD}
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Post by Aimee Reynolds on Jul 3, 2006 16:20:10 GMT -5
She grinned at him, sticking out her tongue teasingly before she started laughing.
"A butterbeer, hmm? Well, I think I'll order this strawberry lemonade... And some cajun chicken pasta... Minus the cajun." She grinned at him.
"And for the wine..." She thought and said,"Hmm. Let's have white wine tonight." She grinned and said,"It should wash everything down perfectly!"
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Post by Alexander Aindrea on Jul 3, 2006 16:36:45 GMT -5
Aimee's tongue appeared, and Alex had a sudden, fleeting moment of longing to lick it. Ah, the self-control he possessed...
"Okay, cool. Where's a waiter? I have to order all this... I hope I bought enough money..." He laughed, before joking, "Or else we might have to do a runner!"
{Sorry, short, crap, and I gotta go soon!}
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Post by Aimee Reynolds on Jul 3, 2006 16:42:58 GMT -5
Oh, if she could only read his mind. There would be a few interesting things she would know by now, and his longing to lick her tongue being just one of them...
She laughed as he joked, looking around. She hoped the waiter would get there soon! "I'm sure one will be here soon." She grinned at him.
((Eep! *huggles tightly* Matt's on his way!))
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Post by Matthew Jerrolds on Jul 3, 2006 16:46:15 GMT -5
Matt looked around, having been mixing and serving drinks at the bar for the past hour or two. Of course, he also rushed around to the couples tables to take their orders and bring them their food and refills. His eyes fell on a new couple, and he hurriedly finished up the drink and dropped it off to the guy who had ordered it. He waved at Adam to tell him he had a table to wait on, and he left the bar, heading towards them.
He stopped in front of their table and asked,"What may I get you two tonight?" He was keeping his breath under control, and he was desperately wishing he didn't smell like smoke, but he couldn't help it. Of course, he also wanted to be able to sit down and relax for five minutes, but that had yet to happen, and he highly doubted it ever would. Oh well, he liked his job well enough...
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Post by Aimee Reynolds on Jul 4, 2006 0:52:10 GMT -5
Aimee looked up as a waiter approached and said to Alex,"See! I told you!" She grinned at him as she closed the menu, setting it on the edge of the table. Matt picked it up as he got to the table and looked at her.
"I'll take a strawberry lemonade to drink... And a Cajun chicken Pasta. I don't want the cajun, but I'd like extra alfredo sauce, please." He nodded and wrote it down, turning to Alex and waiting patiently for his order. Aimee looked at him, too, smiling.
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Post by Alexander Aindrea on Jul 4, 2006 1:13:42 GMT -5
Hey, if she could read his mind she'd be running by now, that's all Alex could say.
"What may I get you two tonight?" The waiter had arrived, and Alex replied, after Aimee, "A butterbeer to drink... and I'll have the meat feast, individual pizza please, with the cheese stuffed crust, and if you could bring a bottle of white wine with you to the table when that's done... Which? Just pick one. Your finest. Your opinion, Mister..."
He trailed away at mention of the waiter's name. He couldn't see a name-tag, and didn't particularly like calling somebody 'the waiter', but oh well.
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Post by Matthew Jerrolds on Jul 4, 2006 1:22:17 GMT -5
((I'll reply for Aimee after Alex replies to Matt once. xD))
Matt had already written down what Aimee had said, taking her menu. He had turned to Alex, who had begun to speak, and swiftly scrawled out his order. His handwriting, though quick, was surprisingly small, neat, and loopy. It was rather magnificent penmanship for one such as he.
"Our finest? I'll be sure to get it for you." He noticed he trailed off and knew he didn't have a nametag on. What was the point? Most people just treated him like he didn't even exist, just telling them their order and shooing him away. He hated those people. "Call me Matt. If you come here, you'll be seeing a lot of me. If you go to the school, you'll se a lot of me there, too." He offered a smile and asked,"Will that be all?"
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