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 Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 7:43 pm
Whoever said pancakes weren't suitable as an afternoon snack obviously deserved to go to hell. The Negaverse lieutenant was thoroughly enjoying his weekend, legs stretched out under the table he was sitting at till his feet practically touched the booth across from him. Having a job meant he had money to spend, and though the rent payment was now horribly overdue, the young man was treating himself with some pancakes.
And they were delicious.
He honestly wasn't expecting anything interesting to happen today. Maybe he'd hit the gym, bench some weights... Sneak into his apartment, sleep some, get thrown out since he still couldn't pay for the rent... Typical weekend stuff, really. But for now, he was going to fully savor the sweet, syrupy goodness of these pancakes. And not spill the stuff all over his jeans. Seriously, syrup stuck on your skin was bad enough. Syrup on your clothes? Ridiculously irritating and impossible to get out.
Maybe he'd take them over to Ursula's place later. She was a woman, she knew how to wash!
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 12:16 pm
On the walk to the restaurant, Ursula didn't hesitate to remind her companion of what budget he had for breakfast, or the fact it was going to take her hours to get all of the cat hair and fuzz off of her new beautiful suit and blouse. Not to mention, of course, how she was going so out of her way to treat him to this, when it should be expected of Guardian cats to obey their master's desires.
She'd never admit it, but the idea of dining out for breakfast was rather appealing. All too often, she'd been forced to make a quick dash to Starbucks for morning coffee and a pastry, never having the time to actually sit down and enjoy a meal.
"Remember, seven dollars," She hissed under her breath towards her ever-so-heavy bag as she opened the doors to the diner. Glancing up, however, she saw a familiar red-head in a nearby booth. Perhaps the budget could be extended, a bit....
"Drewwwww!" She cheered happily, making a quick little dash to the booth as she invited herself next to the young gentleman, "Darling, I didn't know you'd be here!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 9:35 pm
"You're cheap." A particular cat drawled from the depths of enormous handbag, falling silent when he heard the creak of doors and smelled delightful whiff of pancakes. Trying not to stretch out too eagerly, Grendel flinched at the sudden shriek from his charge. Obsidian?
Excellent. There was no way she could cheap out on him now, not with her fool of a boyfriend around. Grendel was practically purring to himself at the thought, but listened carefully to the conversation at hand.
He unconsciously turned his head at his drawn out name, a grin snaking at his mouth as Nealite practically flounced over. "Well, if it isn't my favorite princess." The man drawled, tilting his head with clear amusement. "Well, babe, that's because you're normally too good to be seen in a place like this." And that meant she wasn't alone, innocent as she appeared.
"I'm not paying for anything ridiculous." He told her flatly from the beginning, fingers reaching out to jab at her handbag (and had to smirk as it hissed). "So...? What's the catch today?" Oh, he knew about Ursula's shopping routines, and it never failed to amuse him to hear the stories.
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 9:52 pm
She practically purred as she forced his arm around her, snuggling close to the handsome man as she ignored any stares that she'd evoked from her minor screeching.
"I found the cuuuutest outfit, baby!" she explained, not giving a damn if he really cared or not, as she had intended on showing off her goodies either way. Grabbing her handbag, she swiftly jerked it under the table and dumped the plump cat out, and pulled it back so she could lift her beautiful new suit and blouse out to show off. "Isn't it adorable? Do you think Charonite will like it? It's really a shame he won't let me wear something like that to the meetings..."
A pout spread across her face as she sat there sulking. It really was a shame, as she had so many outfits just waiting to be shown off. Siiigh.
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 4:24 pm
Grendel grunted as he was dumped on the floor without warning, shaking himself off and eying the woman's long, pale legs as though debating sinking his claws into them. Well, that wouldn't get him anywhere, and so he crossly allowed himself to sit on his haunches and glower up at the two. Idiots, the pair of them. Practically made for each other.
As though he could complain! Adjusting his arm a little more snugly around Ursula, he debated if it was worth trying to risk another bite of pancakes, or if that would be some mortal offense he failed to understand. Luckily, it seemed as though he was going to have to eye whatever it was she'd gotten. Ah, well, he'd brought it upon himself.
And then she dropped that little bomb about Charonite.
"I don't know about that." He drawled, his gaze almost dismissive as it flicked to-and-fro over both articles. "And on that note, I thought of you a few days ago... A woman showed up in my office, guess she was a mother of one of the kids, but she might as well have been his hot older sister." Drew yawned as though supremely unconcerned before he continued. "Had a pair of knockers like you wouldn't believe..."
Two could play that petty little game, and as far as he was concerned, he was better at it.
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 5:56 pm
Her body stilled as she listened to his story, a look of utter doom crossing her face as the pout turned into a grim expression and her eyes lifted up to shoot her fiercest glare at him.
"What did you say?"
It was one thing for her to talk about Charonite (I mean, come on, it was Charonite, the leader of the Negaverse) but for him to bring up some...some filthy tramp that flashed her titties at him, when Ursula had a perfectly fine set herself....
She resisted the urge to glance down and stare at her own. Sure, hers weren't the largest out there, but they certainly weren't bumps by any means either.
But whatever. If he wanted to be that way, fine.
Despite the waitress clearly on her way over to take the order of the booth's newest addition, Ursula picked up Drew's fork and waved it in the air. Letting out a small hmph, she stabbed a pre-sliced piece of pancake sitting on the side of his plate. Lifting it up, she shot him another scowl.
"You're disgusting." She finally muttered, then took a bite out of the piece, watching him as she ate, and then swallowed. "Just disgusting. Though I take it you struck out with her, judging by the fact you're not eating with her this morning? Or did Momma have to run off to take Junior to soccer practice? Figures you'd go for mothers, you sick b*****d."
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 4:40 pm
Grendel briefly entertained the thought that Obsidian had a death wish, rolling his eyes underneath the table. It would either be flipped over briefly while Ursula turned green and screamed like the Hulk, or the man might find himself bleeding soon. He couldn't decide which would amuse him more--and found himself bitterly disappointed when neither seemed to happen.
Subtly, he reached out and smacked at her leg with a paw, careful not to use his claws less he get kicked in the face for his trouble. He wasn't very well going to let her forget why they'd come here in the first place, after all! And if Drew cheated him out of the food he'd earned, he'd make sure the male lieutenant would never forget it...
Drew, in the meantime, was really fighting back the urge to sneer. Gotten her good, and he knew it, stretching out casually as though he was hardly even phased. "Remember that next time when you're rubbing yourself all over Charonite." He said almost cheerfully, and reached out to snatch a pancake with his fingers if only to spite her.
"Maybe you'll be a mother for me one day." Came the croon, his grin almost nasty. "Then what? And no, I told her I had a girlfriend--unfaithful little thing that you are." Yes, well, it was a small price to pay when he got to tote her around in public on occasion, and the man seemed quite amused by how quickly he'd killed off a potential spat.
Bless the power of pancakes for making this such a good morning.
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 5:06 pm
She about kicked the cat for pawing her when she was clearly distraught (didn't anyone understand how these things worked?), when she got a better idea.
Her scowl quickly vanished and while she was ignoring his comment about their glorious leader, she was turning towards the waitress and successfully placing an order for at least (what she assumed) amounted up to thirty to forty dollars. Like hell she was about to ruin her perfect figure on all that food, but it would serve the b*****d right.
Her ear did catch his next comment, however, which evoked a nice shove from one dainty elbow before she caved in and returned to her booth snuggling. It had been such a tiresome morning of shopping, so even fighting with Drew was growing dull, as fun as it sometimes was to make him jealous.
"You'll be looking elsewhere if you're wanting to make brats," she huffed, one hand lowering down to her flat tummy. With no interest in children herself, Ursula was simply repulsed by the idea of having a snot-nosed whiny brat of her own. Ugh. "I'm sure some of those soccer moms wouldn't mind a visit from a guy half their age, you baby."
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 6:23 pm
There would be a very loud hiss of displeasure from the cat in question, as though just waiting for that reflexively jerking of the ankle before the tip of her shoe buried itself in his ribs. Luckily, that never happened, and he watched moodily as the legs of the waitress grew closer.
Hearing what Ursula ordered, however, did help perk him up a little. There was no way she'd eat all that ...
A frown slowly, but steadily turned down the corners of his lips when he realized what exactly the woman had just done, and he kept up a steady glower for several seconds until she wormed his way back against his side. Fickle little... With a slow sigh through his nose, the man reluctantly accepted her weight again, shifting.
"It'll be a late birthday present." He muttered, knowing at least he'd managed to get the real one on time, so there was no way she could hold that against him. "And that's true. But why soil my reputation? They'll just think you aren't putting out enough or there's something drastically wrong about you that they'd rather not know." Drew reminded slyly, settling his chin on her shoulder for a moment.
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 7:16 pm
She snickered and leaned up to n** at his earlobe, ignoring the stares she received from the occupants in the booth in front of them. Letting out a happy sigh, she took pleasure in breathing in his cologne, thoroughly enjoying the smell. Or rather, she would have enjoyed it more had her nose not caught the delicious whiff of breakfast in the air.
Her stomach, as if on cue, let out a low rumble, and Ursula happily shoved herself around so that she could remain comfortable against him and yet once again dig the fork she still held into the remaining stack of pancakes.
"I've learned not to care what those fat cows think," She said pleasantly, her mouth now half full of stolen pancakes, "They can stretch their stomachs out as many times as they'd like to, but your reputation can just suffer, as far as I'm concerned."
Shifting her eyes, she gave him a playful look. "But I mean, you're only, what... 16? 17? Thinking about children this early on is rather silly, Drew darling."
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 11:11 pm
As far as Drew was concerned, the other customers could go ******** themselves; an amused rumble stirred in his throat at her, and he watched idly as she made to finish off his pancakes. Well, good thing she'd ordered forty dollars worth of other food to pick over. He was half tempted to comment on her weight, but that would lead nowhere good, and he was quite fond of his extremities at the moment. Maybe later.
"I'm proud of you." He drawled, resisting the urge to add anything else that would put him in hot water. "I'll be sure to remind you that when you're out buying pregnancy tests later today. I ripped the last condom." Suck on that thought.
"Ahh, I knew there was a reason you worked at Hillworth! Plenty of young, flexible boys for you to practice your wily charms on, I'm sure. But we're in public, darling, don't go spouting your fetishes for everyone to hear."
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 11:27 pm
She had just bitten the very last piece of pancake off of the fork when he made his comment, and as she involuntarily gasped in horror at his crude (and LOUD) remark, the pancake piece quickly found itself lodged in her throat.
Attempting to inhale, she quickly discovered the problem and decided the solution was to begin flailing wildly all over the place, including grabbing on to the neck of Drew's shirt and dragging it down, her poor windpipes continually trying to hack out the lodged piece.
She was going to kill him if she lived through this.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 12:44 am
Nealite was in danger! The fur quivered all the way down from Grendel's neck to the tip of his tail, and he'd instantly leapt into the opposite both to put his little paws on the table and get a better look at at the situation. "Help her cough it out, you idiot!" He hissed under his breath--then stared at those pancakes. Lightning fast, he managed to hook a pancake with his claws and dove back under the table with it, nomming furiously even as he listened to make sure the girl wasn't going to die on him. Really, her fault for not feeding him in the first place!
Of all the reactions Drew expected from her, that was not it. "********." He muttered before he balled up his fist and tried to pound her on the back without getting choked himself, gritting his teeth a little. "Come on, come on, you aren't gonna like it if I have to make you throw up in front of everyone, spit it out!"
She really did have to make these things dramatic. Really.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 1:02 am
With the (painful) back assistance, she was able to cough out the lodged piece in seconds, then paused to catch her breath from the horrifying experience. How utterly... humiliating, and in front of all these people?
Her eyes glanced up, and over towards the booths and tables surrounding them. Sure enough, eyes were on her, young and old alike.
Blushing furiously by this point, she turned back towards the redhead and slapped him across the face before standing up and snatching up her purse. She was through with this nonsense, and if he was going to embarrass her like this in a public diner, of all places, then she wasn't going to bother keeping him company any longer.
"b*****d." She muttered before huffing and turning around, storming out towards the door and past the waitress carrying over the dishes upon dishes of food she had ordered.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 12:34 am
There we go; Drew leaned back a little smugly as Ursula finally seemed to remember how to breathe again, not even bothering to glance at whoever was staring. Seriously, who cared? They were paying customers, after all--well, that, and he was pretty sure someone would call the cops on his a** for 'spousal abuse' or something of that sort, so maybe if he just pretended not to notice...
The slap across the face, though maybe not entirely unnecessary, did make him jerk a little, lingering for a moment before a slow breath hissed between his teeth and he straightened again. Seemed like the unexpected date had come to an end, and he knew he'd pay for it later.
For now, though, more food.
Grendel watched his charge go with slightly narrowed eyes, shaking his head as though exasperated; why, why did he get stuck dealing with this? Oh well. Hopping onto the booth next to Obby, both cat and man eyed each other silently for a moment, then settled into mutual silence as the waitress set down the many plates Ursula had so thoughtfully ordered for them.
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