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 Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 3:26 am
Ivie halted, her mouth slightly open. Whoops, she hadn't meant to call him his first name but the situation was so casual, and in this setting, that it would have just felt strange to call him Mr Anything. She sighed shortly, shoving her her hands under her arms and pouting shortly at him.
"Look, I just wanted to make that clear, alright? Don't let it get to your ego or anything." She tucked her curls back behind her ears and turning away to look at the snow outside. "Males, they're all the same..."
"I didn't say I was going anywhere with you." She continued, glancing back at him, before rolling her eyes a little and walking towards the door. "I'm here now though, so we may as well go. London, did you say? Why are they over there?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 3:32 am
Nye had to admit to himself that he was slightly offended by the fact that Ivie was able to generalize men into one, big... lump. 9 out of 10 would agree that he was probably a different species in another life, what with his odd behaviors. "Well, I didn't get my spontaneity from thin air, you know. They got bored of living here when I was 19, and since I was old enough to live on my own, they gave me a choice. I didn't want to leave, so they flew off to Venice, lived there for a while, then moved to London. They're spending the holidays in Belgium right now, on a whim. You want anything to eat?"
He eyed the strings of white Christmas lights hanging from the snow-covered glass roof of the mall with a bit of a spite. A lack of sleep never did him any good, but still. Nye took a deep breath and checked the time on his wristwatch, happy to see that they still had ample time. "Where are your parents at this fine time of year?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 3:46 am
Generalise was what Ivie did when it came to men. She wasn't interested (or so she told herself), not in that way. No, she wasn't a lesbian. She was, ah, just not available. But that didn't matter, since this wasn't a date. Right.
"Oh, Venice?" She was unable to keep the dreamy tone from her voice. "That must have been gorgeous...well, except for summer. I've heard it smells there in summer. But how wonderful it must be to travel!"
She'd crossed a few state boundaries but that was it for her travel logs. Thrilling.
"Ah, I'm fine for now. There's a great waffle stall out in the square though so I'll pick up something there." She replied, not really noticing that he was shouting. He'd mentioned it, but it seemed to have slipped her mind. "My parents? Out in the suburbs where they always are. I'll be heading out there tomorrow night, they get awfully finicky about me being there for Christmas morning."
Ivie made a face. "I don't like getting up too early unless I have to, so it's just easier to spend the night. But you don't want to hear about that. Where abouts is this parade actually held? I've never been." It seemed Ivie had a habit of running her mouth a little. Ah well.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 11:33 am
"It's fun, especially if you don't know the language of the place you're going to. You kinda get used to using mainly body language and universal signs and all that." Nye had gone to lots of really random places in his still-short lifetime. He got so used to doing his schoolwork on a plane that he never had to do anything while actually on vacation, and he always brought back souvenirs.
The fact that Nye's parents were in London while Ivie's were comfortably settled in the 'burbs made Nye chuckle a little. He had Christmas dinner with his parents too, but it was more like him eating pasta in front of a webcam with his parents and some weird European dish on the other end. Made for interesting dinner conversation, really. "Ah, mine can't really do that to me. I'm not broke, but I can't fly myself to Europe and back every year. Mainly because I'd spend all my money there with Christmas sales and the like."
Nye picked a fine time to approach the exit to the mall. He pushed the door open and held it for Ivie and some other couple before submerging himself in the cold air, missing his warm coffee already. "I wouldn't mind picking up some hot tea from somewhere... ah, it's almost right around the corner. I just wanted to meet in there if one of us was late or a no-show. Don't wanna freeze, you know?" So Nye didn't like cold temperatures. No one really understood why he lived so far from the equator, but he always said that as long as his house is warm, all was well.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 2:02 am
"Well, you'd know better than me I guess. I've yet to leave the country." She'd get there one day when she saved up. Perhaps during the Summer University break, if she could get time off work. After all, she'd only taken a week of at Christmas this year. That was it. No sick breaks, no study breaks, nothing. Surely they could spare her for Summer? She'd ask when she went back, perhaps.
"Well yeah, I imagine it would be tough to travel every holidays to catch up. Apparently the airports are crazy at this time of year too. I guess it's a mixed blessing having them here or away; you wish it was the other way whatever it is." Eloquent.
"Freezing's not fun, no!" She laughed, shoving her hands into her pockets and blowing steam clouds into the air as they left the shopping center. It was still cold out, really cold, and those waffles were sounding good. "How about we eat in at the waffle place? Save our noses freezing off while we wait...unless the parade's soon? I didn't get a chance to look it up."
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 2:16 am
Nye looked at her in slight disbelief. It fascinated him when people didn't have the opportunity to leave the country. It was too much of a fascinating experience to pass up! The food poisoning, the people, the culture! It was better than sitting and dreaming, anyways. "I recommend starting with England and then taking a train to some neighboring country, if you get to go. It's cheaper that way and sort of eases you into the foreign world."
Regarding the time of the parade, Nye checked his watch again and did some quick math in his head. "We have about 40 minutes if we wanna beat the crowd, an hour if it doesn't matter. So, it's up to you. I don't remember if I ate breakfast or not, anyways." For a guy who was always so put-together, Nye couldn't be bothered by trivial things like eating.
Eating was for the weak.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 2:43 am
Oh Ivie planned to travel she'd just never found the time to do so. School, then University and her nursing course, then her job and studying to be a doctor. It didn't leave her much time to herself, and trips in the family caravan surely didn't really count. "England, mm? Sounds lovely...I wanna see those guys with the fuzzy hats!" And she did. She wanted to see if they blinked.
Anyway, they were here at the moment. "Forty minutes is plenty, unless you're one of those slow eaters" She wasn't. Not that slow, anyway. "Beating the crowd sounds like a good idea; I'm not as tall as you after all."
This time she led the way. She had no idea if Nye knew where this waffle store was or not so she gave him the benefit of the doubt and just went first. The tiny bells tinkled and the smell of cinnomen enveloped her. They had it hanging against the walls, in little watering-cans that decorated the tiny cafe, and Ivie felt at home. No, she didn't drop in here after a long shift, not at all. And her favourite table by the window, the one with the comfy chairs, was free. She sank down, out of the cold. Ah, that was lovely.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 2:52 am
Nye spent his -life- traveling. It just made for that much more of an adventure.
He unbuttoned his coat and unwrapped his scarf before joining Ivie at the table. He was quite fond of the smell of cinnamon himself, but it also reminded him of... a rather interesting event. "Mm, any time I get near cinnamon I think of that one time I almost burnt my entire apartment complex down. There are things I just shouldn't do, and spend time in a kitchen is definitely one of them."
Nye snapped out of his nostalgia as soon as a rather unamused looking waitress came to their table with her little notepad fresh out of her apron. "Hello, my name is Muriel and I'll be your hostess today. May I start you off with some drinks?" Nye gestured to Ivie so she could order first while he debated between tea and coffee in his mind.
There were things that a man had to do on his own, and choose between tow equally delicious beverages was one of them.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 3:18 am
Having slumped in her armchair already, Ivie was folding her scarf into a nice square on her lap. Her beani stayed on only because she always got terrible hat hair. Curls. Hats. You work it out. She was a red-head, she had to be careful she didn't draw any more attention to herself.
"Burnt the apartment complex down? How on earth did you manage that?" Ivie said with a grin. "I haven't managed that one yet, and I'm not the best chef ever or anything. I do cookies, that's about it."
Further conversation was halted as Murial appeared. Well, better her than Sue; reasons are obvious. Now she usually ordered what she wanted straight off, she'd memorised the menu in her first year, yet it didn't look as if Nye had, so she'd wait a bit. It wasn't too crowded yet anyway.
"Just the orange-hot-chocolate for me thanks." She said with a smile. As we said earlier, she tried to avoid coffee when she wasn't working.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 3:43 am
"Ah, just some hot tea for me."
Muriel nodded lamely and walked away. Someone was obviously a little cranky! Nye, on the other hand, relaxed farther into his chair and ran a hand through his head. "Almost burned it down. Almost. You see, I was trying to bake cinnamon rolls and I kinda... fell asleep. The only reason I woke up is 'cause there was a fire alarm right over my head and... it wasn't pretty."
He spoke as if dodging death by suffocation and/or burning was nothing to him. "It took me weeks to get my house to look ... and for that matter smell the way it used to. Hard to go from burning wood to constant vanilla, you know?"
Nye noted that she wasn't dodging conversation, and was satisfied for the moment. Women were rather tricky sometimes.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 4:27 am
No, Ivie wasn't avoiding conversation. If Nye said this wasn't a date she wasn't going to treat it as one and would proceed to talk to him how she would a new aquaintance. Friendly, light, nothing too personal. As soon as the words 'date', 'boyfriend', that sort of thing came into play, Ivie started to freeze up, yet in casual situations she managed just fine. It was just the way she worked.
"You're lucky you didn't lose anything." She empathised, nodding. "Vanilla isn't the easiest scent to get in your house either. Nor the most manly. Then again, you are a hairdresser, so I suppose that's not a problem~" She was unable to keep the teasing tone out of her voice. After all, hairdressing wasn't a very masucline occupation.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 4:30 am
Nye had a feeling the hairdresser jokes were a'comin'. "Mm, it's better than having my house smell like week-old sweat or blood, for that matter." Nye leaned his elbow on the table and grinned to himself.
"You do realize, also, that being a hairdresser gives me rights to having cutting shears on my person? Those are much sharper than regular scissors~" She wanted to play teasing games? He'd play along. There were more nurse jokes up his sleeve than he could count on both hands at feet.
Not that he could recall half of them, but oh well.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 4:55 am
Ivie's nose wrinkled delicately at the mention of week-old anything. "Why on earth would anyone leave anything bloody or sweaty around the house for a week, that's just gross."
Their drinks came quickly, and Ivie ran her hands through her hair to push her curls -newly lightened curls at that - back out of her face. Murial was graced with a smile and a thank you, and Ivie brought her chocolate up under her nose and took a deep sniff. Ah. Speaking about spice smells.
"I thought you left those in the store!" Ivie said in surprise, giving Nye an obvious look-over as if she could see wherever he might be hiding said sheers. "Are you threatening me, Mr Hemmingway?"
If she was flirting she certainly didn't mean to. Nor did she think Nye was dangerous. At all. How wrong she was.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 5:07 am
"Well, I was thinking perhaps you considered those "manlier" smells, or something. Seeing as vanilla isn't "manly" enough for you." Nye sipped at his tea with diligence, obviously rather used to hairdresser jokes. Not like he cared, but quarreling was fun!
"At least I get to pick what I have to wear to work." O-ho, a joke on her uniform. "Of course, personally, I think I'd look better in your uniform than you do. No offense, or anything." Nye had to work on keeping a straight face that time, even as he tried to hide his smile by bringing his mug of tea back up. Some people just opened themselves up for jokes...
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 5:34 am
"Oh, men can't be that disgusting can they?" Came the rhetorical question with a smile. "And you probably would, actually! I know, I look terrible in it but what choice do I have? Unfortunately it gets dirty so easily...and when you're dealing with vomit and the like all day, that's not so great. But you don't want to hear about that, shall we order?"
Murial had been lurking and Ivie quickly waved her over. "The belgian waffles, please, with the chocolate. Yes, the hot chocolate please." Her mother always aid she'd be a diabetic one day. It hadn't happened yet.
"So...why hairdressing, anyway?" Came the next impersonal question.
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