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 Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 8:23 pm
Giani spotted the signs of early drunkeness quickly. He had forgotten that he had grown up having small glasses of wine at dinner and could handle his alcohol well.
"Of course." He said to her question. "I can show you after dinner if you want." He shrugged and drank some more wine, watching with amusement as she got up to open the window and nearly fell.
"You don't drink often do you dolce?" He said pouring himself a little more but leaving her glass unattended.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 8:36 pm
Israel looked up from her last bite at his question. She chewed and swallowed, then sat back in her chair.
"Well I... No. Never," she admitted softly, trying to think of what she had done to bring him to that conclusion. Unfortunately thinking was beginning to become a real chore at the moment. Shrugging a bit she smiled at him. "What can I say? Americans and their silly values," she offered and contemplated standing up again to begin to clear the table. Slowly she rose to her feet and again had to hold onto her chair. Staring dubiously down at the dishes she wondered if she'd be able to get them to the sink without breaking any of them. She was clumsy to begin with. Being tipsy was definitely not going to help.
"Do you mind helping me clear the table?" she asked a bit sheepishly.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 8:43 pm
He smiled and raised a hand to tell her to stay where she was.
"You take a seat on the sofa dolce. I'll take all this to the kitchen."
Giving her no option in the matter he went about stacking plates and carrying them to the kitchen.
Luckily for Is Chianti wasn7t the only thing he had in his bag of tricks. Putting the kettle on he took down two mugs and took out a packet of good strong Italian brand coffee.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 8:58 pm
Frowning a bit as she watched him stack the plates, Is couldn't help but feel bad. He was her guest after all. But when she started to move to help him she realized he was right. She needed to sit down. She made her way to the sofa without much trouble and sat down with her legs curled underneath her and leaned over the back of the couch to watch Giani, a tipsy smile on her face.
"I have dessert too. But I didn't make it. I bought it at the cafe just off campus. Two slices of cake. They're in the fridge if you'd like to get them," she said, still feeling bad about not being a good hostess.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 9:15 pm
Giani made the coffee and took the cake out of the fridge. Grabbing the mugs and a couple of forks he joined Is on the sofa placing the desert and coffee down on the coffee table.
"Sorry dolce." He said squeezing her shoulder. "I assumed you were used to alcohol." He said taking a plate with cake on and a fork.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 9:27 pm
Israel watched Giani walk into the living room and slid back to rest against the armrest of the sofa, tucking her knees up to her chest.
"No apologies," she smiled warmly at him. "I suppose I ought to have told you. But it was very nice." She leaned over slowly and picked up the other plate of cake.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 10:23 pm
Giani ate the cake smiling at her slightly slow speech.
"It is very good, and I think being tipsy is a good sign of appreciation." He nodded, trying to think of fun conversation. Remembering his earlier request he put his plate down and grinned.
"You said you would like to see my tattoo." He said pulling his shirt up a bit. "It's on my shoulder blade. you can take a look." He turned his back to her so that she could see properly.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 10:34 pm
Carefully putting the cake back down on the table, Israel pulled herself up to kneel behind him and pushed his shirt up until she saw the tattoo. Glancing up at him first, Israel began to chew on her lip then looked back down at his smooth back. Slowly she traced the lines of his tattoo.
"I like it," she said glancing up again. "It's very bold. Like you." She blushed a little and pulled her fingertip away from the cross. Gently she pulled his shirt back down and smoothed it out a bit before sitting back on her heels.
"If I were to get one, where and what do you think would suit me?" she smiled, leaning her elbow on the back of the sofa.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 10:47 pm
As Israel traced the lines of his tattoo, Giani got that familiar warm feeling. Smiling as she smoothed his shirt back into place he sat back on the sofa and looked at her.
"An interesting question." He said picturing her smooth unblemished skin. "I would say your back, somewhere. But for you, I think that is too ordinary. I've seen some girls on the beach in the summer with pretty ones on their ankles. Very delicate like an anklet, but permenant." He looked up to meet her eyes. "I see you with something small and delicate. Not so bold, despite your nature."
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2006 12:38 am
"Small and delicate?" she repeated and glanced down at the ankle that was peeking out from under her. "So are you implying that I'm not small and delicate Signore Rossi?" she asked looking up at him with a teasing smile.
"So would you like to watch a movie now while we drink our delicious smelling coffee and finish our cake?" she asked brushing some hair off of her flushed face. It seemed that her tipsiness was beginning to get a little more pronounced. Even she was beginning to notice her silliness and slowed speech. She hoped that she wasn't making a complete fool of herself.
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2006 1:31 am
"Your appearence may be small and delicate dolce, but your personality is bold. Never a bad thing." He smirked picking up a coffee cup and handing it to her.
"I would love to watch a movie." He said getting comfortable with his own mug. "Something nice and light?"
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2006 1:38 am
Israel giggled lightly and took the mug from him. She sipped it gingerly and pulled a face at it's strong bitterness. Opening her eyes again she took another sip then set it down on the coffee table. She attempted to stand, but lost her balance and fell back onto to Giani.
"Sorry," she winced, looking up at him. "I got up a bit too fast." She continued to look up into his eyes, her face close to his, but then realized where she was and pushed herself back up to her feet.
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2006 1:49 am
Giani laughed as Israel fell onto him, it was funny watching her slightly drunken state yet her felt a twinge of guilt for allowing her to get in that state. Flushing slightly at her closeness he pushed her up and watched her fiddle with the DVD player.
"You should lean on me dolce." He said holding his arm out so she could curl up against him. "Can't have you falling off the chair now can we."
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2006 2:00 am
After she got the proper disk in the DVD player, Israel grabbed the remote and made her way back to the sofa.
"Sheesh, you fall down once," she grinned and winked as she curled up under his arm. He felt so nice and warm. She rested her head on his shoulder and pressed play on the remote.
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2006 2:15 am
Giani got comfortable, his arm snuggly arround Is and watched the titles start on the movie. He wondered idley if Israel was one of these people who liked silence during movies.
... Only one way to find out.
"Who would win in a fight to the death. Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler?" He asked casually picking up his coffee again and taking a sip.
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