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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 22, 2008 1:39:15 GMT -5
“I’m so glad you could come,” Genevieve gushed, pulling David along by their linked arms. She looked like a model straight from the Comme de Garcons runway in a white and gold tutu-esque skirt paired with a pale pink bustier under her faux leather motorcycle jacket.
She and Marie had planned this whole plot to go down in one of the most ritzy restaurants of Dreamland, one that you needed a reservation from three years ago (or to be the Princess & friends) to get into.
“Have you been here before?”She asked, casually. She clearly knew the answer, but she wanted to make small talk anyway. “It’s great, the food is fantastic and the service is amazing!”
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Post by Jules on Aug 22, 2008 1:51:09 GMT -5
David was just checking over his shoulder every ten or so seconds, looking for, err, potential...okay he was being a paranoid twit and kept expecting her family to pounce out at him from behind the fancy potted shrubbery.
"I-I have." And then what she had actually asked fully sank in. "Haven't! I meant haven't! Is it good? Oh, yes. Service." He smiled at her somewhat weakly. It was all very nice of her to want to make it up to him, but he really would've rathered a muffin basket or something.
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 22, 2008 2:21:00 GMT -5
He wasn’t paying attention to her. Geez, this guy was nervous. She had felt like she had single handedly turned a fairly normal man into an absolute train wreck. Pia would be so proud.
As soon as Genn’s pointy-toed gold pumps hit the impossibly white carpet of the establishment, a overtly Dreamish waiter who very closely resembled paintings of Pan (goat legs and all) was right at her side. “Your Highness, table for four, right?”
Genevieve stole a furtive glance at David before smiling cheerfully at the satyr Waiter, “Oh, nooo, only two,” she corrected, trying to somehow mentally coerce the waiter into not pushing the issue. Why couldn’t she be psychic?
He looked suspicious, but who was he to argue with royalty? “Alright, Your Highness, here we are.” He motioned to a rather secluded table far from the window, to avoid sunshine issues, and right next to a rather majestic fountain. The waiter pulled Genevieve’s chair out for her, left the menus, and clip-clopped off to do more waitery things.
Genn smiled charmingly at David, “Nice in here, right? I think if Heaven had a restaurant, this is what it would look like, all white and pale blue and gold. I recommend the French Lemonade, it’s delicious.” She was hoping that she could distract him from the whole ‘table for four’ business with senseless chatter.
...It could happen.
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Post by Jules on Aug 22, 2008 19:05:44 GMT -5
No such luck.
"Four?" She had twin brothers. "This, this isn't like an ambush or something, right?" Oh God, it was, he was going to die. He almost, almost pulled away from her, but contained himself because it would be rather rude and she corrected the waiter even though the table they were sat at had two extra chairs. He sat down and looked around nervously, glad they were in a somewhat secluded spot and if that Alexander set him on fire there was a fountain right there because he didn't really trust stop, drop and roll.
"I think I'll have some soup." Not because he was cheap but because he was a bit too nervous for anything solid. "And French lemonade? Whats the difference? Is there such a thing as English lemonade? Spanish? Turkish?"
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 22, 2008 22:11:49 GMT -5
Genevieve very skillfully avoided the ambush question by simply ignoring it. It was ingenious, actually. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and crossed her legs, opening the menu, acting like she didn’t even hear David’s fearful question.
“Just soup? Get something better, come on, it’s on me!” She said enthusiastically, pushing her menu to the side, “I…don’t know about the other kinds. But this one is carbonated, and not as lemony as regular lemonade. It’s more like Sprite, minus the lime.”
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Post by Jules on Aug 22, 2008 22:32:29 GMT -5
"Huhn. Alright, I'll give it a shot. And if it makes you feel better, I'll get expensive soup, but you know I'm not feeling all that well. Think I may be coming down with something." He tried for non nonchalance, but was staring a little too forced-calm at his menu. But he was pretty proud of himself, laying out some ground work for a quick escape if need be.
"What're you getting?" He squinted his eyes at her, studying her as if it would be obvious if he just looked at her hard enough. "Something bloody, right?"
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Marie arrived at Sam's door in a blaze of little silk-taffeta dress glory, knocking on her friends door loudly since she enjoyed the clang of her tacky gold bangles. "Samantha dear!" She cooed happily. "We are going out! No more sulking! No more moodiness. I want to make it up to you 'ow nasty I've been. Let's go for lunch."
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 22, 2008 22:39:17 GMT -5
Samantha opened the door, faintly surprised.
"Alright," she said after a moments pause. "Just let me change."
She returned fifteen minutes later dressed in simple blue dress, cut for elegance. She looped her arm through Marie's and giggled. "Of course I won't decline a lunch date, but you know you don't have to make anything up to me. We're far too close for that." She patted her arm reassuringly.
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Post by Jules on Aug 22, 2008 22:58:01 GMT -5
Marie smiled and nodded. "But I want too! Eet's so much fun making up." She pulled her friend to her chauffeured close-topped carriage that looked like it had been designed to sit upon a carousel. The footman/driver opened the door for them and offered his hand to help first Marie in, then Sam.
"We're going to zat very fancy restaurant. You almost 'ave to be born wiz reservations. Lucky I've got connections."
Mostly, Genn.
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 22, 2008 23:20:20 GMT -5
Genn looked genuinely concerned. Sometimes her empathy made her gullible. “Oh, I hope you aren’t getting too sick. I hear it’s pretty awful.” It took an extra-resilient germ to get Genevieve sick. She had an excellent, half-Vampire immune system.
“Something bloody?” She asked, with a smile. Genn tried to steer away from eating steak in polite company. It grossed most people out, the way she took her steak still-mooing. “How did you know?”
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Post by Jules on Aug 22, 2008 23:38:25 GMT -5
"I figured with the whole sun-thing and the mother." Well, okay, mostly the mother. Not too many children of a Vampire came out not being....a vampire. His ego was slightly stroked by Genn seemingly buying his "coming down with something" line that he probably overused. He had pulled it off! Smoooooth.
"You hear? You've never been sick?"
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 23, 2008 0:29:58 GMT -5
“Wow, you’re quick. Most people don’t do the math. But I can’t really blame them; neither of my brothers inherited just about any vampire qualities from my mother. My parents didn’t even know I was allergic to the sun until one day, when I was small, they took me outside on a sunny day, they’re rare in Chimera, you know, and I guess I had an adverse reaction,” She shrugged, tracing the design of the lace tablecloth with a long, black fingernail.
“Anyway, long story short, I think I’m going to have a salad. Annnnnd…a crème brûlée. It’s okay that I’m having dessert as my main course because I’m having salad with it.” She assured David, you know, in case he had a problem with it. Not like she had to convince her self or anything.
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Post by Jules on Aug 23, 2008 1:09:40 GMT -5
David flashed her a genuine smile, beginning to relax. "It must be hard, being allergic to the sun." Although he was a Dream, maybe it was different for Nightmares. Maybe they didn't enjoy the warmth quite as much. "Or do you prefer the moon?" He didn't want to make her feel bad or something.
"Oh you can do that here? Could I have a sundae with my soup? I really like them." He could tell she was feeling a little guilty about the dessert so it was really just to make her feel less embarrassed. Girls were so weird that way, but he had lots of experience. When the waiter came around, he nodded to her to indicate that she should be allowed to order first.
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 23, 2008 19:55:46 GMT -5
"Oh? We're meeting Genn?" Samantha asked, catching on quick. She smiled, a bit excited. She knew some women who'd offer a left breast to gain easy access to the restaurant, and she'd only been once, on 'wine-and-dine' date.
After they'd arrived, and the footman helped them both down, she rechecked her hair, and took Marie's arm again. "Shall we, darling?"
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Post by Princess Katie on Aug 23, 2008 21:53:25 GMT -5
“It’s actually pretty tough, especially since I hang out in Dreamland all the time. I would really like to be able to go to the beach in the daylight once in a while, you know?” She sighed, “it would be so nice to have the warmth of the sun feel good instead of putting me in blisters. But the moon is very nice, it lets me keep my nice, even pallor,” Genevieve grinned and gave the waiter her order.
She kept trying to steal sly glances at the door, checking for Marie and Samantha, but their table was around the corner from the main entrance. This meant that she had to lean to the side quite a bit more than she would have liked. She didn’t want to make David nervous, he was jumpy enough as is, and she was just getting him to calm down.
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Post by Jules on Aug 23, 2008 22:01:52 GMT -5
Marie had given her a chance. There had been many a moment when Samantha had had the chance to fess up, but the lack of confession added to the suggestion that Marie wouldn't have been allowed in the restaurant without Genn was enough to thoroughly piss off the French girl.
So when the waiter led them to the back table and there sat David and Genn, she grinned, ready to do just as she'd promised.
David had turned around and jumped in his seat upon seeing Samantha with whothehellcared. She looked gorgeous as always and just seeing her was setting his heart to a faster pace. But then whothehellcared was kissing him. What? At first it was every bit as unpleasant as it had been with Genn, but just having Samantha near him...well he was surprised at the indecent shock that traveled down to his stomach.
David reached up and ran his hand down the slope of her neck before realizing what he was doing. He was kissing someone who wasn't Sam infront of Sam and this was bad. He pushed Marie away almost violently and then glared (as much as he was capable).
She, on the other hand, only winked at him, flashed a smile at Sam and then took her seat.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Genn. 'E is quite ze kissair."
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