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Post by shinigami on Jul 7, 2008 14:29:22 GMT -8
Though the restaurant was a witch-owned affair, Beatrix didn't know it. Valentine might have. He'd probably been there before -- although if it was the kind of establishment that Damon frequented, maybe not. Beatrix didn't even know it was there until Damon gestured.
Once inside, she looked around. The waitress-of-the-night came up out of the gloom and offered Damon his choice of seats (and probably a side-helping of anything he wanted, hint, hint, wink wink, nudge nudge). This got a sidelong glance, but Beatrix didn't say a word.
When they're seated, this much becomes obvious: Beatrix is in the darkest corner of the table or booth by pure chance and natural gravitation. The menu almost hides her face. And the kitty ears poke over the menu with a distinctly mischievous/surreal air.
"What's full of yummy here? Are you going to eat?" She can never remember the vampiric rules. Can they eat, can they not eat, can they eat and taste nothing, what's the deal? Beat. "And you know, if a kiss just promises sex, nothing more, nothing less, why'd you bring up love and forever? Still lying."
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 21, 2008 13:43:06 GMT -8
Damon felt a grin tugging on the corners of his mouth, and he leaned forward and tapped a finger on the underside of her chin. A slightly mocking, but yet affectionate gesture. "Too observant for someone so young," he muttered with a shake of his head, before he leaned back in his chair.
He picked up a menu from the table and passed it over. "From what I hear, everything is good here," he said, "but my personal favorite is the Chicken Picatta."
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Post by shinigami on Jul 22, 2008 16:21:52 GMT -8
"Did you know," Beatrix says, dark eyes flicking from Damon, to the menu, "that in certain folk cultures it is believed that by eating chicken you ingest the essence of chicken? Bock, bock," she says, very soft and, yes, with a mocking lilt -- she says it the way kids and idiotic fratboys say it when they're calling someone a coward. But she says it with the hint of a smile, juuust there.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 22, 2008 18:13:32 GMT -8
Damon laughed, really laughed. Tossed his head back, and laughed without mockery, but just plain amusement. "It's a good thing vampires don't digest their food then, I suppose," he said, his laughter over in an instant. But when he turned his eyes back on her, there was still traces of humor in his eyes and at the corners of his mouth. "There's a reason we're at the top of the food chain. Perhaps, though, for you, a nice veal? And wine?"
Of course, it was perfect timing when the waiter set the wine at the table and poured two glasses. It wasn't the most expensive in the place, but the best blend. Damon new better than to go straight for the most expensive things. He went for those of quality, over price. Unlike some annoyances... *cough*Liam*cough*....
((K, and now for some Liam action!))
Liam was true to word and decided to surprise Laurel of where to take her for food. But it was for entirely selfish reasons. Yes. Not because he wanted to impress her at all. It was because the little out of the way restaurant on the strip served food a vampire could actually taste. With special herbs, and small enchantments specially prepared for those that could afford it, and Liam quite enjoyed being able to eat human food on occasion.
So, it was with an anticipation to eat, that he was out of the car before the tires had even finished screeching into the makeshift parking place. They knew better than to tow a Marquis company car.
He slid across the hood again, landing on the passenger side with the grace of a predator, and opened the door with a flourish. Although, he wasn't so much of a gentleman that he extended a hand to help her out. No. He was much too bold for that. Instead he chose to loop an arm around her waist and haul her out. But he didn't carry her off this time, just kept his arm in place and let her walk beside him. See how kind he was? He could be nice to his soulmate! Right???
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Post by shinigami on Jul 22, 2008 21:04:22 GMT -8
Beatrix narrows her eyes at Damon. And, of course, as usual, it makes her look dreamy, not dangerous. He wasn't suggesting she should ingest the qualities of a not-yet-born calf, she hoped. Then she smiles at Damon: dark, dark, dark. The darkest smile he's yet to see. "You're not at the top of the foodchain." There's more to say; she waits until the waiter has poured, and then left. Then she adds: "But that's just too bad for you vampires. So you could theoretically drink the blood of a god and get nothing from it. But, theoretically, I could eat you and become all badass."
(( YAY! Liam and Laurel!! ))
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 22, 2008 21:16:56 GMT -8
"You? So then I would be not be mistaken in believing you are more than a normal witch," Damon said with a slight smirk, tipping his glass to her in a mock toast. She wasn't the only one who was observant, who could play with things that were supposed to be secret. "So, if you're above me in the proverbial food chain, what pray tell, would that make you?"
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Post by shinigami on Jul 22, 2008 21:56:40 GMT -8
Beatrix stares at Damon. Wide-eyed, liquid-eyed; hare-still, shadow-still. And, worse (from her point of view), she flushes, because a jolt of nervous adrenaline flushes through her body, a butterfly the size of King Kong escaping from her stomach and fluttering in her throat.
Which is sort of why she doesn't say anything at first, whereas she'd normally have a smooth retort immediately at hand. But it's just -- he misunderstood. But by misunderstanding -- he got something right, sort of. And --
"I... what would give you that idea? It isn't what I meant at all."
She can feel herself beginning to blush, so the menu? The menu comes up again, because damn, she doesn't want him to see.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 22, 2008 21:59:26 GMT -8
"And the blushing would say I was right," Damon said with satisfaction. He leaned forward and pulled her menu down with but a finger. And his smirk, it was nothing short of smug. "If you didn't want to divulge, you merely had to say no. I'm not so pushy as some of the men we know." *cough*Liam!!*cough*
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Post by shinigami on Jul 22, 2008 22:54:59 GMT -8
"What blush?"
The look when Damon pulled down the menu that Beatrix gave him was -- well. In the Princess Bride there were in the history of man five kisses that were so passionate, so intense, so perfect and blahblahblah that they stood out. The look would maybe be seventh down from the top on a list of Dark Looks.
"And that wasn't an answer to my question."
Then she smiles, faintly, gravely, and the dark look dissipates; she reaches across the table to ruffle his hair. If her dignity is in shreds, well it's only fair that his is, too.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 22, 2008 23:07:33 GMT -8
Damon barely moved when she ruffled his hairs, aside from running a quick hand through it so that it fell back into perfection. With such ease, too! "Just a lucky guess?" he said, but he did not move away. "But really, it's not so hard to sense. The power. The darkness. To a more observant one, that is."
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Post by shinigami on Jul 22, 2008 23:31:52 GMT -8
Beatrix rests her chin (heavily) on the palm of her hand. Elbow on the table. Watches him fix his hair. Hmm. "How distressing. I..."
Trail away into nothing. Her fingers curve around the stem of the wine she is too young to be served legally, and she twists it around once, twice, thrice. Her mind jumps back to what he asked. So, if you're above me in the proverbial food chain, what pray tell, would that make you?
"Where would the fun be if I gave you all the answers?" It's an echo of something he said earlier in the evening, of course.
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Post by doreyg on Jul 23, 2008 3:22:21 GMT -8
Laurel has not been having a very good day, she's been electrocuted, dragged, thrown over shoulders, attacked and has had several very near brushes with death which were not all that fun... And now she has been driven through the streets of Las Vegas by her mad vampire of a soulmate.
She appreciates his choice in restaurant though, it reminds her of where she works... Worked probably, considering that the guy she's pretty much stuck with will either not let her out of his sight or will charge in periodically to throw her over his shoulder and drag her off places she thinks her career as a waitress has to be put on hold... A pity, she was growing to like serving people.
Right now though she is standing outside the restaurant, next to Liam and absentmindedly calculating how far she could run before being caught... Instead of saying any of that though she simply shrugs and asks "Are we going in then?" Beat "Please don't pick me up again, I can walk."
(Sorry, I kind of had to say that Liam was Somewhere)
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 27, 2008 15:25:38 GMT -8
"Aw, but it's so much fun to see you squirm!" Liam said with a mock pout. "Fine, fine, if you insist. Sheesh."
He took great restraint not to usher her inside, but at least opened the door for her. He could be gentlemanly, see? Even if it was causing him great pains to do so. This was definitely not his style.
He peered into the restaurant briefly, and saw a familiar head. "Oh, this is just my lucky day," he said with all sincerity. "Angelcakes is here!"
~
Though Beatrix tended to put Damon off his game at times, the reiteration of his own words definitely had him amused. Amused enough that he wasn't off-put by her lack of answering. And his response? Ah, now it was just normal for him, to do something that would enthrall and make a woman uncomfortable. Well, any woman that was attracted to him, that is.
Leaning forward even more, putting himself in her personal space, he traced the pad of his thumb across her cheek. Traced the outline of her mouth. And his eyes? Well, if you looked close enough, no doubt there would be odd lights in them, not as black as most tended to see. "If you don't want to tell me, you needn't. I didn't mean to bother you. I could leave if you want. Perhaps that would be for the best?"
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Post by shinigami on Jul 28, 2008 17:09:57 GMT -8
Damon is gorgeous. It's a fact -- like, hey, the sun is bright; the rain is wet. He affects her; of course he does. Beatrix is only a girl. But Beatrix is also Beatrix, which means that she slowly and quietly closes her dark[er than darkest] eyes for a second. Hardly more than a blink. And then? Beatrix nips (why, yes, with teeth) Damon's thumb. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to hurt. Then she slouches down in her seat, just a little, which gives her some space, but the reason she slouches is because she puts her feet up -- one on either side of Damon.
"Stay," she says. Then: shadow of a smile, raise of an eyebrow. "And if you reeeeeally want to know I'll make you a deal."
But she has also become aware of -- well. The door opening (whisper, whisper shadows - she really IS exhausted) and Liam entering with Laurel, so her attention halves, and she tips her head back, hands resting on the table, to see what there is to see.
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Post by doreyg on Aug 3, 2008 10:42:18 GMT -8
"Yes, but people are here and people might just protest... Rightly so too" Laurel gave Liam a cautious look and then edged through the door, taking a moment to look over the people in the restaurant... Especially Beatrix, she'd served Beatrix a few times and you didn't exactly forget somebody like that... very striking and quite scary.
She stared for a moment and then started and glanced back at Liam, remembering to smile for the door held open "Angelcakes? Ex girlfriend?" Laurel turned back and let her eyes glance over the restaurant again before coming to rest on Beatrix's eating partner... And then she found herself smirking "Or ex boyfriend?" |
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