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 Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 9:25 pm
Text Message to William Reid Reservations for tomorrow night. Portal room @ 1840 ;D Hopefully warning him a day ahead had given William a chance to find something to wear and get his manly primping taken care of. If it wasn't...well, he may garner some stares, but it wouldn't get them barred from this particular restaurant. Clarice herself arrived at the portal early, dressed in what could be considered nice date combat gear: little black dress, excellent heels, hair and face made-up but not overly so, handbag, and a blush pink scarf to soften the black a bit. No need to look ready for a funeral, after all. The only thing that marred the outfit was the heavy-looking metal cuff on her right wrist. Hraegar's totem.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 9:44 pm
Rep when he'd got the text could hardly believe it. He'd been sure she was toying around with him. But apparently /not/, at least in as far as remembering it went. She could still be ******** messing with him, he could end up stranded in some hellish place. Like..Aberdeen or something. Still, that niggling persistant little what if hounded him non stop for an hour or two until he couldn't ignore it anymore. He had a manly /duty/ to get his s**t sorted for a date, reguardless of wether he thought the woman involved could be trusted. At the end of the day, if things went to s**t, he'd done his side of things, she would be to blame for being a ******** typical liar flake of a woman.
The first problem that presented itself to him was dressing up. He had not a ******** clue what people wore to fancy do's or nights out. He'd worn a tracksuit to his mother's funeral. He wore a football shirt to one of the few job interveiws he'd ever had. The desire to dress up was there, but the knowledge and capacity to..not so much. In the end in a spate of frustration, he looked out what he considered his /neatest/ gear. An inoffensive unripped pair of denims and a plain sleeveless shirt. It wasn't exactly a suit, but it was the best he could come up with. He had even made the effort to squeeze into the limited time the guys were able to get access to the showers in an effort to combat the ******** BEAR smell. He even /trimmed his beard/. He felt like a ******** metrosexual.
Still, the end result as he tied his hair back in a ponytail and eyed himself in the mirror, straightening his sun emblem necklace was... presentable as he got. And at least he seemed to smell okay, that was a bonus.
The angel tittered at him. He reminded him he was just lucky the earrings that were his desummoned form were essential to his damn outfit, or he'd be left behind and no.
No, he was never ******** worried. Do s**t on a whim, let other people deal with it. Never worry, never regret.
He arrived surprisingly for him, dead on time, at the portal room. No he hadn't ******** checked where it was earlier. But he did make sure his pace said this was sheer coincidence he clearly just had nothing better to do.
Holy s**t she'd showed up. And /how/. He actually paused to look Clarice over before whistling. "Cla-sssy." he purred approvingly, with his usual smarm that served in place of offensive remarks. He was even maybe a bit flattered, no chick'd ever dressed up for him, possible threat to his life involved or not "I didn't even ******** think you'd come. I'm impressed, maybe there /are/ some women on this island after all."
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 11:17 pm
The blonde smiled at the timely appearance of her date. Clarice quirked an eyebrow at the outfit, but let it go at that. No need to put him on the defensive from the start. Few things were quite as sad as dinner with a man busy sulking over clothes. "Thank you, William. You're looking quite rugged yourself," she carefully complimented in turn before entering their location on the portal keypad. "I can't blame you for doubting, all things considered, but.." straightening she approached him and placed a hand on his elbow, "I keep my word. Are you ready?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 11:29 pm
Rep was insanely self concious at the moment though he most /certainly/ wouldn't admit that and was just waiting for Clarice to comment negatively about what he was wearing so that he could throw one of his usual tantrums. He even opened his mouth to do so but just /stared/ in surprise, slack jawed as she declined to do so, actually complimenting him. ******** hell it was strange to be complimented by anyone, anyone who had ever complimented him had sinister intent, it was like being smiled at by a shark. He didn't dare to hope this was any different.
He couldn't help the instinctive flinch as she touched his elbow, not quite pulling away but certainly not expecting it either, quickly forcing himself to relax. He actually felt the need to apologise, no man ******** FLINCHED at a woman. "Sorry, haha. Used to like, women here wanting to ******** smash my head in and s**t, force of habit lately. But yeah, sure, I'm ready"
He eyed the portal. "Though I doubt I'll ever get ******** used to these things." He was being too nice, he needed more insults, he was coming across like a p***y.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 11:53 pm
The smile turned a bit wry at the mention of the Island's women attacking him, "There's nothing to apologize for, its not unusual to have those kinds of reactions after going through a series of fights." Clarice beamed up at him in an almost encouraging manner, "At least you're getting some good battle experience?" Though it would honestly be better if he refrained from provoking even more women into beating the s**t out of him, but she knew a line had already formed for it. And even with the fairly nice number of spars he'd already dealt with, that line was still a pretty long one.
Approaching the portal, the blonde nodded, "It'll get easier once they save your life a few times." Stepping through, they were in a dimly lit room, with one flickering light. Boxes and crates were stacked neatly along the walls, the only exit appeared to be a set of elevator doors. She gave his arm a little squeeze of reassurance, "The restaurant's basement, I figured we may as well save us the walk. Magic is pretty freaky at first, but at least it can be convenient too."
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 12:07 am
Rep smirked and nodded. "Yeah. Battle experience and a bit of fun. I love it when women try and prove they can fight. I mean they are never going to ******** /convince/ me. But they still try. Its cute." He shrugged, at least he'd found a smooth way to talk away his reaction generally to contact. He was doing good considering how unfamiliar this was to him.
As they exited the portal he fought off his usual sense of disorientation from such a drastic change of scenery and space to look around, looking relieved as she explained WHY it was quite as ghetto down here. He smirked toothily.
"Haha. Had me ******** worried there, I mean back home we had some shitty chippys and indians but this would have been something else." At least he seemed to be relaxing into his usual loud brash and obnoxious self. "Handy as hell. Would have been ******** sweet to have a portal from my room to the pub." he paused momentarily as if some grand and wonderful thought had just danced into his head.
"I'm allowed booze right?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 12:36 am
The blonde had to look away briefly as he went on about women not being able to prove they could fight. His twitter feed was apparently a fairly accurate representation, which was expected, but also entirely frustrating. She'd seen the videos of those spars and if they weren't enough to put a definite crack in his perspective, then what the ******** was? It took a few moments, but once her incredulous bitchface was properly stowed, Clarice smiled over at him again and stepped into the elevator, "I'll have the sommelier leave the bottle."
She selected the 64th floor, "I hope you saved your appetite for tonight."
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 9:16 am
Rep didn't even notice Clarice's exquisite act of restraint, instead was more puzzled by what a smelly-eh was. He assumed it was something to do with the drinks and the fact the bottle'd be left was a good thing at least, bit shafted if you only got one glass of wine for a whole meal, how would you even wash it down?
Still he laughed "No ******** kidding. I've technically been saving my appetite for the last while. Since the kitchen got ********, I've been living off horrible cold s**t and my dissapearing stash of chocolate. How did it even get messed up anyway, surely the island has enough women to run a ******** kitchen, I mean a lot of them aren't doing much else." he snorted before seeming to distract himself by the elevator's buttons.
"Sixty fourth? Wow, that's /high/. Highest I've been is a place with twelve floors." He couldn't help but sound a /little/ excitable, booze and places he'd never been in his life, with a woman who acted like a woman, this was an adventure.
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 1:07 pm
The blonde's free hand tightened dangerously around her handbag, both for the continuing chauvinist line of chatter and the reminder of what Julie had done in that kitchen prior to its destruction. She did her best to remain pleasant as she answered lightly, "At least we have quite a few vending machines, if there's one or two specific items you want stocked in them, just leave a note with the quartermaster." Fortunately the elevator began to rise. In a matter of moments it's the less than stellar view of concrete gave way to the shining, riotous lights of Las Vegas. Clarice gave a soft sigh at the sight of it, "You're a hunter now, William, and bound see and do things beyond imagining." She glanced over at him again, and managed a genuine smile, "But it's good you can still appreciate the more normal parts too." Baneful http://www.lasvegasrestaurants.com/restaurant.cfm/restaurant/1037/Mix
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 12:40 am
Rep smirked. "Yeah I should do that, get some decent s**t in there instead of the crap that's there already. Something manly. Like ..ehh.. yorkie bars." Yeah, yorkie bars worked.
His eyes went wide however as he realised where they actually were, he could hardly believe it. The first time he'd been out of Scotland had been to go to the island, and the island itself felt almost unreal as it was, like a set, shrouded in fog, as if it could be anywhere in the world, as if it could be a trick or a dream. The north pole was much /harder/ to fake he felt. But this.. this was VEGAS. He was honestly gobsmacked, he'd never been able to afford travelling back home, he'd never been able to afford anything much. This was something else
"Magic and s**t feels like magic and s**t you know? Fake. Hard to get your head round." He still found it hard to get his head around Tracey "But s**t like this... real. Impossible to fake that well surely." He returned her smile without even realising he was doing it, almost like the smile of a kid with a really neat toy, unguarded, at least for a few moments before he reigned himself in properly and tried to look stern and manly.
"Though I still wonder what I did to deserve all this. I mean I'm ******** wonderful right, but.. yeah." Everything in life had a catch.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 12:56 am
She nodded thoughtfully at the explanation, "Not to mention it can be difficult to drop certain...perspectives from life prior to the Island." Some people cast them aside like shedding an old, uncomfortable skin, but for others...
The smile froze slightly at the mention of why he was here, and what followed was a long, silence as city fell further and further below them. "It's not about deserving, William," she finally replied. "I just though it'd be a nice place to talk." Fortunately she was saved from continuing this explanation by the elevator opening to floor 64, revealing the large two story restaurant, full of shining crystal, opulent creams, and an entire wall of wine.
The maitre d' greeted them immediately in smooth low tones, and led them to their table, nicely tucked against a window and affording an amazing view of the strip. Menus, ice water and a basket of various breads appeared on the table within in moments.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 1:08 am
Rep wondered what she could possibly mean about perspectives, hopelessly oblivious to the off-kilter nature of his own perspective of the world, women and what it meant to be a man. He thought she had to be referring to people like Jerry not being able to shake off being an intolerable dweeb. "Yeah they must find it tough, but I guess some people are just born like that."
He did freeze however as a finger of ice ran down his spine at the fact he was here to /talk/. Talking was never good. Girlfriends did the wanting to talk thing when it was over. Police did the wanting to talk thing when someone died. It was never a /good/ thing. Ever. He was about to tenatively ask if he was going to die when the elevator doors opened.
And he could swear he actually HAD. This whole place was about as near to heaven as it got. Gorgeous decor, impeccably clear. AND A ******** WALL OF WINE. Was she an angel? Was he /dead/? Because he could possibly deal with this if he got a wall of wine. All he could say as he looked the place over was a very muted "Wooooah."
As they were lead to the table, he sat down, about as starry eyed as he ever got. "Oh man these chairs are ******** comfy." he declared bouncing up and down a little in his seat, for the moment all thoughts of dread cast aside in very simple wonder. He grabbed a bit of bread from the basket and took a bite, getting crumbs on the table. "Free ******** bread too." He talked with his mouth full, no one had ever really taught him otherwise.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 1:18 am
Clarice looked on with quiet amusement as he gazed about and played, but finally had to stay something when he began to gorge himself on the bread, "The bread's just the start of dinner, and it's no going anywhere soon. So you may want to save room for the rest of the meal, not to mention dessert." She was practically beaming at the mention of dessert, because she had kind of been thinking about it for the last few weeks. This was her first visit to this particular restaurant, but it wasn't a place she was able to visit often.
Picking up her menu she continued, "They have a number of really amazing dishes, was there anything in particular you were craving? If you'd like to try a lot of small dishes, we could try one of the two tasting menus?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 1:25 am
Rep paused, giving her a sidelong look, putting down the bread as if it was a weapon and he'd been told to drop it or be shot. Of course he /knew/ that it was just filler. Of course. He was just eager is all. And being polite. Yeah he was being ******** polite, so there. He practically pouted. "Ah right. Guess this place is different than the other places I've been."
< William, pardon my language but who are you Jacking with that line? You've never been anywhere>
He cleared his throat and hurriedly picked up his menu like it was a lifeline, peering at it. The ******** hell were all these weird words? He had no idea what any of it even was and no one seemed to have wanted to translate it into actual plain english for him. "Eh. Do they do like...anything deep fried or like chips and s**t? Otherwise I'll just eat whatever man. Just not..salad."
He said the word salad the way other people might say the word scum.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 2:06 am
The blonde smiled encouragingly as he put the bread down, but refrained from making comment, and instead did her best to reassure the trainee, "I don't think so, but we'll get you something extra good to make up for it, kay?" She took her time to study the menu, a little surprised that he'd let her order for him, all things considered. But then, this was definitely not a setting or situation he seemed to be used to, and the man had shown a certain, often sadly belated, survival streak if reports were anything to go by. This was just a brief social scenario, and he never really said Yes, Clarice I will let you be in control and will respect and appreciate what decisions you make for me, but it did give Clarice a small moment of hope that he could, when the odds definitely weren't in his favour, adapt his attitudes as needed.
Finally coming to a decision, she hadn't even closed the menu before their waiter arrived. He quietly introduced himself, and explained the menu and wine services. Smiling, she began to order, "For myself, I'd like the tasting menu, with the recommended wine pairings. For the gentleman, we'd like to start with charcuterie sampler, " with the salad comment, she felt it best for him to begin with a plate full of meat. "Followed by the bison tenderloin," hopefully all the manliness of the meat dishes would induce him to eat the vegetables on the side. "And the chocolate souffle for dessert. For wine, would the sommelier kindly pick a bottle of something that would blend well with the whole?"
At the waiter's approval of the orders and affirmative on the wine selection, she gave him a soft thank you before he left. "Nothing deep fried," Clarice's smile quirked a bit as she turned her attention back to her date, "...but lots of meat, and not a single bit of salad to haunt your plate."
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