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 Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 6:38 pm
To say this was a nerve-wracking incident was an understatement. Georgina, sitting at one of the sidewalk tables outside the Cafe, wondered for the umpteenth time if she had written the correct time and address on the letter to the date she'd picked, and then wondered if she looked presentable enough. She'd eschewed her usual boots for a pair of red ballerina flats, pants for a black knee-length skirt and cherry colored leggings, but her off-the-shoulder shirt and that tiny elephant on a string (attached to her wrist instead of her belt-loops) remained. A girl had to have her trademarks, after all.
She'd left Ollie and Aristotle by themselves, a decision she was already beginning to regret in retrospect. Ordinarily, in a situation that involved going out, she would have asked Perr to watch them, but he was out of town and thus indisposed. Georgina kept having thoughts what about the state of her house (and her fridge) would be like after Ollie, hypothetically of course, felt the need to binge in order to alleviate his seperation anxiety. He was a bit like a badly-trained puppy that way, and she could never be quite sure on which days he'd amuse himself quietly and on which she would come home to a ransacked kitchen.
The waiter came by, asking cordially if Georgina cared for a drink while she waited, and that startled her out of her worried daydream. She declined, and drummed her fingers on the tabletop. Already she'd shredded her paper napkin to confetti, and her lower lip was reddened from her biting it. Did she have a reason or right to be this nervous? Georgina wondered about that, too.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 7:04 pm
Greloren was nervous, but hiding it well at the moment. He'd actually let Quill pick out his outfit for the day, something that never usually happened. Greloren was the kind to throw something on in the dark and just go, but Quill had managed to find a nice button-up long sleeved shirt and some matching slacks. The little dragon had even talked Greloren into doing something more with his hair than running a brush through it.
The half-elf approached the cafe and glanced around. He'd stared at the photo given to him for some time before arriving and so he could rather easily pick out the woman he was supposed to be meeting. The man took a deep breath and strode over to the table she was sitting at and mustered a small smile for her. "Hello. You must be Georgina. I'm Greloren." Having introduced himself, he took a seat and tried not to appear as nervous as he felt.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 7:22 pm
Georgina gulped, then smiled nervously as Greloren came up and said hello. She swept the pile of shredded paper napkin off to one side, suddenly embarrassed about it, and pushed her glasses further up her nosebridge before speaking. "It's... It's nice to meet you, Greloren," she said quietly, sitting very straight in her chair and starting to gnaw on her lower lip again. He'd looked earnest enough in the photograph, and to see this stranger in real life was a bit different. Georgina noted that he was handsome, and suddenly put a hand to the side of her head, where her hair covered up her ear, in fear he might catch a glimpse of the hole just in front of it. Sure, she had mentioned that in the profile, but sometimes people reacted badly to seeing it.
Her mind raced for an ice-breaker. "I like your... eyes," said Georgina after a moment of hesitation. They were rather nice, she had to admit. That bright malachite shade fitted him perfectly; her own were a much muddier type of green in comparison.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 7:31 pm
Greloren smiled. "Thank you." He didn't know what else to say right away and his brain searched for something. Quill gave a faint chirp from where he was curled about the man's neck. "You look very nice..." Gah, awkwardness! This was why he hated dating. He never knew what to say to a woman. And then they started asking questions like "Does this dress make me look fat?" and... what were you supposed to do? They got mad if you said yes, but they got mad if you said no, too, claiming that you weren't being honest!
Honestly, women were confusing. Why was he bothering with this anyways?
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 7:41 pm
"Um, thanks," said Georgina, again reaching to shred the already-tiny pieces of napkin out of nervousness. Her experience with men was limited, to be generous. Quill's presence surprised her; she raised her eyebrows and then cracked a genuine grin.
"Who's your friend there? He's cute," she chirped, brightening up now that it seemed they had some common ground. Aristotle was sort of... Well, he was almost a dragon. Did cat-lizards count? Georgina considered asking if she could handle the little dragon, but thought better of it; she knew her own strange lizardy animal was averse to being hugged and petted by strangers, and it would be wise to apply a similar rule to this creature.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 7:47 pm
"Hmm?" The man was caught a bit offguard by the sudden question about Quill. "Oh, this is Quill. He's my little buddy. We go everywhere together." He gently disengaged the little dragon from around his neck and placed the little grey on the table before him, where Quill began to preen at being put in the spotlight.
"He also likes treats too much for his own good..." Greloren poked the grey dragon's pudgy belly, which made Quill squawk in protest at being deemed fat.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 8:03 pm
"Quill? That's a cute name... It fits," said Georgina, reaching hesitantly to stroke Quill's back with a fingertip. He didn't seem like the biting kind of dragon, which was fortunate, as Aristotle had a bad tendency of nipping fingers when people caught him off-guard. She glanced back at Greloren, smiling, then gently scratched Quill beneath his chin.
"Don't worry, little guy, I don't think you're fat," she said brightly, sort of lying. "So um, where'd you get him? Did he just adopt you, or did you have to get him from a petshop?" inquired Georgina. If there was a place with little dragons for sale, she'd feel obligated to bring one home... Quill was cute.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 9:08 pm
Greloren chuckled as Quill rolled over onto his back so the pretty lady could scratch his belly. "He likes you..." The man almost added 'And so do I', but thought it might be a bit corny...
"Hmm, well I've had Quill for a long time now. Ever since I was a little boy." The man gave a bit of a shrug. "He kinda adopted me, from what my dad said." Greloren rolled his eyes at the dragon's pathetic attempts at getting more attention.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 5:35 pm
Georgina proceeded to skritch Quill's stomach obligingly, but kept glancing back up at Greloren when she thought he wasn't looking. Those unearthly green eyes were... Well, she didn't want to get sentimental so early on, but they were beautiful.
"So he took you in? I know the feeling. I've got a dragony thing too, his name is Aristotle," she said, glad to have found a thing in common with him, "He's not as nice as Quill, I'm afraid... He bites if strangers try to pet him." Many a time had she apologized to the parent of a bawling three-year-old who wanted to pet the funny animal on the counter and gotten teeth marks on their hands in return.
The waiter came over again and, with the mechanical politeness of all people whose jobs consist of talking to customers, said: "May I take your order? Our house special today is cheesecake with raspberry sauce." Georgina faltered; she would order the cake except she was deathly afraid that it would seem piggish of her to do so.
"Um... I... Hmm..." While she stammered, the waiter turned to Greloren, "Can I help you while your date decides, sir?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 4:53 pm
"Oh, really? I'm sure Quill would love to meet a cousin, of sorts..." Greloren smiled at Quill's soft hiss. The little dragon was protective of his man with other dragonoids. Something about them going to steal Greloren away from the little grey. It was actually amusing to see a larger dragon back down from Quill's fury.
The half-elf nearly jumped two feet into the air as the waiter appeared at their table. Creepy. Greloren was a bit relieved the man turned towards Georgina and he was allowed to calm a bit from being so startled. "Hmm?" He pondered as the waiter turned to him. "Uh, a slice of cheesecake..." Quill chirped happily. "Make that two slices..." One would soon figure out how Quill got so pudgy. "And... an herbal tea."
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 5:34 pm
Georgina couldn't help but chuckle. "I think we should postpone that, with the interest of the vet bill," she said, watching Quill puff up. A fight, draco a draco, would probably be disastrous for all parties involved.
"I'll, um, I'll pass on the... cake..." Georgina stammered, watching the waiter scribble down on the order on his notepad. With luck, she could mooch a forkful or two from Greloren's plate when he finished. The second slice of cake, she presumed, was for Quill. Cute, but weird.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 5:52 pm
"Oh?" He noticed Georgina looking at Quill. "Your little guy's a fighter, eh?" Quill gave a chirp, which Greloren ignored for the time being. "I'd hate to see Quill get hurt..." Which earned him a rather indignant chirp from the grey. Greloren chuckled and reached out to scratch Quill under the chin.
"No cake?" He hoped that it wasn't because she didn't like sweets. After all, sweets were the best! Definately, as far as Quill was concerned, at least. The little grey had his way of getting too many sweets, that was certain.
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 12:57 pm
"Eh, I wouldn't precisely say a fighter, just grumpy," replied Georgina. She tried to discreetly dig in her purse and check her cell phone, in case the neighbors had called in to report a disaster that stemmed from leaving her two housemates unsupervised (she couldn't quite call them pets, they were too smart). Nothing, besides a promotion from the phone company to get her to upgrade to a more expensive coverage plan. Phew.
The question about cake made her fidget self-consciously. "I'm... I'm trying to cut down." It was a feeble effort, but she thought it was a good cause, right? Was that a faint tone of disapproval in Greloren's voice? Georgina felt her stomach roll with nervousness.
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