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 Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 1:01 am
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 1:03 am
*Swoops in for a landing and helps Helena to her feet.* That was some ride, Ms. Bertinelli! I didn't even hit a pidgeon tonight!
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 1:08 am
That's a shame. One of them got my car this morning. What say we sit down?
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 1:10 am
That's an excellent idea. All that flying makes my arms stiff. sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 1:15 am
*Seated bt the Maitre'd, Helena scans a menu. She closes it quickly and smiles.*
I know what I want. Crab Rangoon on top of Fettucini noodles, smothered in Alfredo sauce. And a bottle of wine.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 1:17 am
I'll have the seafood spaghetti and a cesar salad.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 1:19 am
*The waiter pours their drinks, but accidentally spills some into Helena's lap. She reponds quickly with a right cross to the jaw which sends the penguin floor bound*
Heh, sorry! Kind of an occupational reflex. redface
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 1:24 am
That looked painful. *Watches as a bus boy warily drags the waiter away.* Let me get that for you Helena. *Daubs at the stain, then realizes where his hand is* Oh my. I must apologize Ms. Bertinelli. redface *Sits down hastily.*
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 1:27 am
Thank you, that's very considerate.
*Raises a glass.*
Cheers.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 1:28 am
To health and happiness! *Raises his.*
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 1:39 am
*A delightful meal is capped off with a Chocolate mousse souffle. Small talk is spilt while drinks are filled. Plenty of eye contact is made and reciprocated with a smile. The bruised penguin returns and humbly places the check on the table. Jack reaches for it, but his hand is blocked by Helena, who takes the check instead. She smiles.*
I believe in the woman being allowed to treat from time to time. Call it returning the favor for that nice ride we enjoyed, but... whatever shall we do for a night cap?
*She flirtatiously licks her lips.*
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 1:41 am
I know of an excellent gelato stand run by a surly haitian.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 1:43 am
*Takes his arm*
Lead the way.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 1:49 am
*Takes her for a walk through Hell's Kitchen with only the soft purple glow of the energy radiating off Jack to light their way.*
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 1:58 am
*Darkness abound, she can see nothing.*
I like this place.
*Pulls Jack closer.*
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