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Post by gabelangley on Apr 15, 2011 14:51:51 GMT -5
Gabriel actually found himself taking special care to look nice for his date with Pinky. Of course he always wanted to look decent, but it was never really about looking nice for a specific person. He wasn't even sure that it was going to go anywhere once the date was over with. But then it was, after all, Pinky's idea for it to be a real date. Then at the end of the date, he owed her a kiss, but that wasn't really that big of a deal, was it? He had put on a dark blue, short sleeved t-shirt with the word Element on the front in yellow and the Element symbol. He also had on a pair of black skinny jeans with matching black sneakers.
Gabe finished lacing the blue belt through the belt loops and buckled it up. Most of the time his belts didn't actually hold up his pants – they were just for looks. After putting on a touch of Fahrenheit cologne, he buttoned up the blazer he had put on over the t-shirt. He had always thought wearing a blazer was good if you wanted to look nice, but not very classy. Mainly because he was not usually a very classy person. One more look into the mirror had him heading towards the door of his apartment. His fingers enclosed over his keys that he had left on the kitchen counter and then he put on the gear bag he had bought for the motorcycle. Finally after replaying everything in his mind, he exited through the door and locked it behind him.
They had already prearranged the date part of it, but Gabriel had a surprise for Pinky. She liked motorcycles, and he had already been planning on getting one, so he had made sure to get one before their date. He figured it would be a nice surprise. It wasn't the first one he had ever driven. He used to have a friend that would let him borrow his sometimes, but he had never had one of his own until now. His eyes gazed over the red and silver bike and to the helmets that he had locked to it with a cable lock. This was a trick he had picked up from his friend. He unlocked the helmets and put one in the gear bag for Pinky. Better safe than sorry, right?
He wasn't too worried, though because they wouldn't be going very fast, especially on the island. But helmets were required for him to drive the motorcycle. Strapping it to his back, he put on the other helmet and climbed on the bike. He put the kick stand up and started it up. The noise seemed to echo in the quiet atmosphere around the apartments. A quick check around him told him that it was clear and nobody was around, so he backed up the bike and started toward the dorms where he would be picking Pinky up. Once he was at the dorms, he quickly turned off his bike and put the kick stand down; he hoped she didn't hear it as he was pulling up.
Gabriel climbed off the bike, pulled off the helmet, and entered the dorm building. He remembered exactly where her dorm was at. First door on the left. Gabriel clutched the helmet in his left hand by his side, just enough behind him so that it was hidden. Raising his right hand, he knocked the door lightly a few times, trying not to make too much noise. It all seemed to echo in the hallway.
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WORDS - 600
NOTES – Done! This was fun, lol. motorcycle,Her helmet,His helment, Outfit
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
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Post by pinkythoms on Apr 15, 2011 15:37:18 GMT -5
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It was so great to be home. Pinky had been discharged from the hospital three days earlier, her wound infection free and healed enough that she was in no danger of leaving the doctor's constant supervision. The area was nasty looking and had to be kept under heavy gauze and medical tape, and it itched something awful, but she was making do. The pain pills had been keeping her jolly since her release, but on that particular day she had made it a point to wean herself off of them and remain undrugged--it was date time! It wouldn't do to be drooling and incomprehensible over dinner with Gabe. Granted, her thigh still sent waves of soreness through her body, but she would tough it out.
She had forgotten about it, in all honesty. All day, she had been lounging on the couch in her underwear, eating rainbow sherbert straight from the container and watching the Boomerang channel. The Smurfs and the Snorks and Scooby Doo had kept her amused throughout the day. It wasn't until she heard the word "date" on the TV that day that she suddenly leapt to her feet and frantically searched her closet for decent clothes. After much consideration, she settled on a black, flowy baby doll top and a pair of jeans that made absolutely no sense at all--faded wash with vertical pinkish stripes running down the length of the legs. What? ....Just....whatever. For the occasion, she skipped over her Ugg boots and gladiator sandals and opted for a pair of black strappy kitten heels. They had just enough of a heel to lift her off the ground a bit and make her feel glamorous, but didn't scream "hussy"; perfect.
Her hair was beyond assistance. All she had time to do was spray it with water and fluff it under a blow dryer, making it huge and pink. Standard black eyeliner completed her stay in front of the vanity mirror, and she had just thrown on a multicolored silk scarf and a white leather jacket when there was a knock at the door. Perfect timing. She was so awesome. "Coming!"
she yelled excitedly, shuffling toward the door and swinging it open dramatically. A brief glint of excitement could be seen in her eyes before she grinned, leaned against the doorframe and purred "Well hello there, dollface."
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Post by gabelangley on Apr 15, 2011 22:18:50 GMT -5
He hoped he wasn't wearing anything too fancy looking. Gabriel was trying to play it casual, but he was pretty excited for the date either way. They weren't really going to a fancy restaurant, he didn't think. Just one that had a lot of food choices to choose from. The more the better, he always thought. The Yummy Tummie Restaurant was diverse, he was pretty sure. He had only eaten there once or twice; Gabe tried not to eat out too much, since it wasn't really healthy if you did eat out often.
Gabriel didn't have to wait long for her to open the door after he heard her yell at him that she was on her way, however muffled it was through the door. But then she did have a loud mouth sometimes. His eyes ran over her simple, but nice outfit and he smiled. ”Hey sweetie.” She seemed to be pretty excited to see him, or at least for their date. Maybe both? He watched as she made half an attempt to see what he was hiding from her and he clicked his tongue at her in a mock scold. ”Now now...no peeking,” he teased. Nevertheless, he slowly removed the helmet from behind him and held it up so that she could see it. ”I was just thinking maybe you would like to go for a ride.”
The light from the hallway gleamed off the shiny, red helmet that he held firmly in his hand. He lowered his hand after he gave her enough time to look at it. ”I have one for you to wear in the backpack. Come on, I'll let you see the motorcycle.” He smiled and gestured to the door and led the way outside. He hoped she was ready to leave, but if not then when she saw it she could run back in and get her stuff or something. Gabe stopped beside the motorcycle and looked around. There weren't really any other vehicles around that area. At least by the dorms. Most people just walked around. Gabriel was pretty reluctant to have a vehicle since he liked to walk and he didn't really have a need for one most of the time. ”I just got it,” he told her, sliding the backpack off of his shoulders and wrestling with the bag to get out the other helmet. ”This is for you to wear.” He held it up for her to take.
TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 409
NOTES – Um...
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
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Post by pinkythoms on Apr 16, 2011 15:22:47 GMT -5
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The helmet was shiny, red, and absolutely terrific. She knew immediately what it was for, but couldn't quite believe it even after he explained. "No freaking way! You're shitting me!"
she exclaimed in excitement. He began to walk away, and she had just enough time to grab her card wallet and cell phone off of the kitchen counter before hurrying after him, slamming the door behind her and causing quite a commotion as she wobbled unsteadily on her short heels. The weird pangs in her thigh made the normally graceful act of wearing cute shoes very difficult and awkward.
As they approached the cycle, she squealed eagerly and circled it, examining the paint and the tires and the cool gadgets on the tank. "Frickin'....frickin'....awesome,"
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[/color] she uttered wonderingly, seeing her reflection in the glossy body of the bike. It was a few moments before she realized that Gabriel was attempting to hand her anything, and she hastily took the second helmet and crammed it over her head. Pink hair poured out of the bottom almost like a very strange veil. "Oh my god I look like a Power Ranger! This is so fucking cool!"[/color] she cried out, fist pumping the air. It had been only a few days earlier that she and Gabriel had discussed motorcycles, and she was amazed that he had so quickly gone out and purchased one. Flipping the helmet visor up so that she could see him properly, she grabbed him around his torso and squeezed dutifully tight, pressing her headgear into his chest and lifting her good leg out behind her from habit. The pose lasted only a second, as her injured thigh demanded, but she continued to hold him in her warm embrace. "This is going to be the best date, like, ever."[/color] If this was how it started, it couldn't possibly go wrong. Over the past few days she had been researching a motorcycle of her own. Gabriel's crotch rocket was sexy, but she was personally aiming for a Harley cruiser. She had a driver's license, of course, but she hadn't actually been behind the wheel of a car for years--maybe twice in her whole life aside from Driver's Education; obtaining a motorcycle endorsement might be a bit tricky. She would need practice. The thought of riding behind Gabriel made her grin in mischief. She would of course need to put her arms around his middle; she would need to remind herself not to tickle him, so that they didn't die. [/td][/tr][/table][/center][/blockquote][/color] WC: 417 Tag: Gabriel! Notes: agreed! she must have had lots of practice xD CLOTHES: hurr[/size] |
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Post by gabelangley on Apr 16, 2011 22:40:37 GMT -5
Pinky pulled the helmet over her head and he laughed at how funny it looked. He nodded and shrugged, studying her in the helmet. It seemed to fit well enough from what he could tell. ”Just a little bit.” But he wasn't sure if she had the moves to go with it. Plus the red Power Ranger was a guy if he remembered correctly. It had been awhile since he had seen the show. Probably since he was a kid, or at least right before he left home to attend the Academy. Which was several years ago, considering he was twenty one now. Though he did watch television in his apartment a lot, but he hadn't seen the show come on at all. Maybe they weren't playing it anymore.
He was jogged from his thoughts as she hugged him, though he wasn't quite sure why she was. It wasn't like he had just bought her a present, but perhaps it was because she was going to get to ride on the bike. ”Well let's hope so,” he said laughing. ”I'm not sure if this is what you had in mind, but at least it's a motorcycle, right?” Not that he had bought the motorcycle because she said that she wanted one, but because he was the one that had wanted it. Having it for the date was the bonus. ”I'm just going to leave the bag in your dorm until I get back, okay?” He slipped away to take it to her dorm, since he was pretty sure she wouldn't mind.
”Ready to go?” he asked as he returned from the building. As he stopped beside the motorcycle, he put on the helmet and snapped it into place. Gabriel got on first and put the kick stand up. The motorcycle started up once more, still quite loud since it was so quiet. Gabe raised up the visor so he could see, since it wasn't bright outside or anything. He held the bike steady for her to get on and backed out once he was sure they were ready to go. It was nice outside and he could feel the wind on his skin as he drove down the road. At least some of it, but he couldn't feel it on his face since he was wearing the helmet.
They hadn't discussed where they were going to eat at, so he had taken it upon himself to pick a place for them. They managed to skip through most of the red lights, luckily and what were the chances of running into a traffic jam? Very slim. Gabe finally pulled up in front of a restaurant and waited for her to climb off before he turned it off and put down the kick stand. Once he pulled off his helmet, he gestured to the restaurant. ”I figured we could eat here. It's called The Black Fish, but obviously it has more than just fish.” Once he was standing beside her, he held out his hand for the helmet so he could lock it to the bike. He didn't want to carry them inside.
TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 521
NOTES – Sorry for the bit of godmodding. It was hard to avoid! You can do the same if you want to make them go into the restaurant. Btw, I made up the name since I put the thread in the dorm area, lol.
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
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Post by pinkythoms on Apr 18, 2011 15:57:13 GMT -5
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Getting on the motorcycle had proven a bit difficult and slightly painful, but the ride was worth it. They weren't going incredibly fast, but the feeling of wind whipping around her body as they rode along was exciting anyway. She had only ridden a motorcycle two or three times in her life--and never with someone that she was much attracted to.
They stopped and dismounted, very gingerly in her case, and as she handed the helmet back to him she surveyed the building. "Oh I've totes never been here! It always looks like a good place to eat and sometimes you can smell the food from all the way downtown. I love fish!"
she exclaimed resolutely, ruffling her hair back to its fabulous, full potential. Her hair had not been completely dried when she had put the headgear on, so it really hadn't cramped her style too much.
Taking Gabriel's hand excitedly after he had secured the motorcycle, she practically dragged him toward the building and through the heavy wooden doors. Delectable scents wafted at them from every direction, sending Pinky into somewhat of a tizzy. To any regular customer, the restaurant would have been an establishment where they could eat to their fill and feel extremely satisfied; to someone with a discerning palate like Pinky had, she was happy with the way it smelled and could have left at that moment with no qualms.
The chirpy hostess gathered up silverware and a few menus and led them to a splendid two-top table made from driftwood. There were already two wine glasses and a few fancily folded cloth napkins placed on the table, signifying that the restaurant had every intention of catering to their customers as if it were a five-star, first class kind of place. Pinky sat and immediately flipped open the alcohol menu, tapping at her lips as she usually did when she was making a decision. Pinky was eighteen years old, but had an extensive option list of phony identification in her wallet.
"I am so stoked on being here right now,"
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Post by gabelangley on Apr 18, 2011 23:37:27 GMT -5
Once she handed her helmet to him, he quickly locked them onto the bike. He wasn't sure why anyone would want his helmets if they couldn't get the motorcycle, but there were people that did strange things all the time. Gabriel nodded in agreement, even though she wasn't even looking at him. ”Yeah, for some reason the smell of the food travels everywhere from this place. It always makes me hungry on my way to work.” His work place actually wasn't very far from the restaurant itself, but he didn't like to eat out every day. He dropped the keys in his pocket and turned back around just as she grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the building – someone was hungry.
His hand tightened around hers as he allowed her to lead the way in. The variety of food was mainly covered up from the seafood, but it smelled good nevertheless. The hostess greeted them with a “Good evening” and gathered up the necessities for them to order and to eat and then lead them to a nice table for two. He smiled at the hostess. ”Thank you,” he said with a small nod of his head and then pulled the chair out for Pinky to sit in and gently scooted it in afterward. Yes he had been taught with manners and yes he did still use them. Gabe watched as she instantly turned the alcohol menu, looking for a drink that sounded like it would be good.
He smiled at Pinky and nodded. ”Well I'm glad you're already having fun.” He knew he was and the only thing they had done so far was actually drive to the restaurant and sit down. It wasn't extremely fancy, but it was up there quite a bit. Almost like it was their anniversary and he was taking her out somewhere nice to eat, only it wasn't. He wasn't particularly trying to bribe her with his money or anything. He had just been craving to eat there and now he had a good reason to. It wasn't a place most people actually went inside to eat at when they were alone. ”Hm?” He reached out to grab the list she was passing over to him and scanned the list. It all sounded good.
”I think I'm going to go with the Chardonnay. What about you?” He passed the menu back to her and then picked up the other with the actual food on it. His eyes went straight to the Appetizers, because he knew that at a place like this, it would take just a little while for them to get their food done. And there were quite a few people in there at the moment, though he figured it would get even more crowded before long. ”What do you think would be good for an appetizer? I feel like getting some Mozzarella sticks, but we can get whatever you want.”
TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 491
NOTES – That's okay, lol. I was a little busy anyways.
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
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Post by pinkythoms on Apr 19, 2011 11:14:40 GMT -5
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She brandished an ID at the stiff-backed waiter that approached, and she ordered drinks for both of them in a low, sultry voice before the man nodded and left the table. This particular one claimed her to be twenty-two years old. Lifting her empty, shiny wine glass by the delicate stem, she twirled it in her fingers expertly. "I'm going with the Shiraz. A guy makes it on the other island,"
she chirruped happily.
She had visited the winery a few times and found it exhilarating--wine country in the States was far different from wine country out in the Pacific. The grape vines were propped up between groves of palm and pineapple instead of firs and poplars. The Tuscan architecture was replaced by houses made from beach wood and greenery. There had been hammocks strung up throughout the place, in which she had dozed off a few times--and missed the ferry back to the Academy island. The owner of the winery had been a good sport and took her home in a narrow sailboat; worth it.
She wasn't really a wine kind of girl, but she had such an appreciation for food that she would sometimes opt for a glass of vino to pair with a good plate. Mozzarella sticks sounded fantastic, and she suddenly realized just how hungry she was. Rainbow sherbet didn't keep one full for very long. "That sounds good! I already know what I want for dinner,"
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[/color] she said casually, scooting her menu to the edge of the table as the waiter dutifully came to fill their wine glasses with their respective choices. Pinky requested the mozzarella sticks before he left, and then swirled the red in her glass, watching it closely. It smelled like flowers. "So...how has your week been, honeybuns?"[/color] she asked, having not seen him for a few days. She had been holed up in her dorm room, lazing on the couch and scarfing pain pills, losing all sense of time. School work had been brought to her and promptly ignored; a mountain of it was growing next to the sofa and was used as an easy to reach table to put her glasses and candy bar wrappers. The work was never going to get done, but she was pretty sure that the teachers knew that. Smiling cattily, she found his feet with hers beneath the table and proceeded to tap them against each other gently. After a moment, she slid off her heels and stretched her toes with a happy sigh, and then wrapped them around the tongues of his shoes and left them there. Her gaze wandered around the interior of the restaurant once more, enjoying the seafaring knick-knacks nailed to the walls and ceiling. [/td][/tr][/table][/center][/blockquote][/color] WC: 454 Tag: Gabriel! Notes: this thread is going to make me hooongry D: CLOTHES: hurr[/size] |
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Post by gabelangley on Apr 19, 2011 18:05:14 GMT -5
Gabriel held up his own ID to the waiter, though his attention was still on the menu as he did so. He hadn't exactly planned to buy any alcohol type drinks on their date, but he should have known she would have a fake ID with her. ”Shiraz is good. Rather,” he looked over at her from atop the menu, ”it sounds like it would be, considering I've never had it before.” Which wasn't surprising, because there was a lot of stuff out there that he hadn't ever tried before. He looked back down at the menu as he looked over the food; all of it sounded good to him. But there was no way he would be able to eat all of it and he definitely wouldn't be able to pay for everything on the menu.
”You do?” he asked surprised and his attention turned to the waiter who had returned to fill up the wine glasses. He opened his mouth to order the appetizer they had agreed on, but she beat him to it before he could say anything. The waiter looked as if he was about to ask them if they were ready to order, but he just shook his head and waved him off as his attention turned back to the menu. After battling himself over the multiple foods, he finally decided on what he was going to have. He put down the menu and turned his attention to Pinky. ”Slow and uninteresting,” he told her, rather straight to the point. ”But I did go to a party the other night, so that was fun.”
It had been awhile since he had actually been a party. An actual party, not one that only consisted of him and a few friends. The party the other night was a nice mix up, considering there were at least a dozen people there. ”Too bad you couldn't be there. I'm guessing your week consisted of being in your dorm the whole time?” Not that he could blame her. He was pretty sure she was given specific orders to take it easy for awhile. That was another benefit to him having purchased a motorcycle for their date so they didn't have to walk. But there was the possibility of taking a bus, if one didn't mind doing that.
Gabe could feel her feet against his underneath the table, but it didn't particularly bother him, so he didn't move away. By the looks of it, she didn't seem to think he would either. He picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip of the olive toned liquid. It was a nice change from the other drinks he had been drinking. For him, wine was something you should drink when you were out somewhere. Perhaps eating, or celebrating a special occasion, or something similar. It wasn't like beer where you sit around your house just drinking it, unless it was an occasional glass. He reached over with his free hand and picked up Pinky's wine glass and took a sip of the wine in it as well. He didn't think she would mind and if she did, she could always get a refill.
It was actually a good drink and now he couldn't say that he didn't know what it tasted like. It was spicier than the Chardonnay that he had ordered, which had more of a sweet, citrus type flavor to it. He returned her drink to her just as the waiter returned with a plate of mozzarella sticks and a small bowl of marinara sauce to go with it, which he placed between them in the middle of the table. “Are you ready to order?” he asked patiently, looking from one to the other. Gabriel looked over at Pinky. ”Go ahead.”
TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 636
NOTES – Lol, it would me too if I hadn't just eaten an hour ago. Outfit
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
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Post by pinkythoms on Apr 20, 2011 12:10:25 GMT -5
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An almost wicked glint passed over her eyes and she purred to him, "I always know what I want."
She tapped at her lips again, eyeballing him dangerously. The phrase could be taken multiple ways on a normal occasion, but the femme fatale gaze she gave him implied one certain meaning. It distracted her from her aches. Still, she was glad that she had neglected her pain medication--she doubted that Gabriel would have found a drowsy, drooling date to be much fun. She was expecting a kiss, after all.
"Aw, man; that sounds like fun. Yeah, I've been stuck inside. I could have gone out if I really really really had a reason to, but meh. It was sort of nice sitting around in my skivvies all day,"
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[/color] she said, nodding along with herself and playing with a corner of the napkin. She had been issued a pair of crutches and a heavy leg brace to try and distribute the weight on her leg a bit differently, but she hadn't once touched them since getting home. Friends had stopped by on occasion, but mostly she had been at home alone with her various fish--and that was fine. Turning her attention to the waiter again, she grinned and jabbed at her closed menu with one stiff finger. "I want the Sailor's Trio Platter--lobster, crab, and shrimp, please, with garlic mashed potatos, veggies, and a caesar salad."[/color] Seemingly done, she folded her hands again before her, and then suddenly spoke up again. "Make that loaded garlic mashed potatos,"[/color] she quipped excitedly. No way was she going to eat lightly just because she was on a date with a boy. When Pinky was hungry, nothing was going to stand in her way of food--no matter what society dictated. She had easily ordered ten pounds of crustacean. The waiter seemed a bit startled but wrote it down dutifully, then turned his attentions back to Gabriel while Pinky continued to molest his feet beneath the table. Her face was the picture of innocence, however, and one could almost see the halo glowing above her head. Her leg began to itch something awful, and she leaned a little bit to scratch her jeans near the wound, careful not to do so too vigorously. The doctors had told her that itching meant that the area was healing and that she should most definitely not scratch at it, but that was much easier said than done and she would like to see them try not to do it. [/td][/tr][/table][/center][/blockquote][/color]
WC: 420.....yes, i COULD have kept going, but come on. xD;;
Tag: Gabriel!
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Post by gabelangley on Apr 20, 2011 23:06:14 GMT -5
Gabriel bit his lip in an attempt to hide the smirk on his face and mentally wrestled with himself to keep himself under control. ”Of course you do,” he said lightly, keeping his eyes on her, though only partially in a challenging manner. He was sort of feeling his hard-to-get mood rising, but was forcing it back down as best he could. ”But going out for a party is a really good reason,” he insisted to her, though probably not a 'really really really' good reason. ”But it's best if we don't give your leg a reason not to heal.” That wouldn't end with good results, that was for sure. And he was sure she didn't want to spend anymore time in the hospital than she had to.
He only half paid attention to what she was ordering as his attention had turned to what was going on below the table again. Obviously someone was having trouble keeping their body parts to themselves, though he had to admit he was enjoying it either way. But he supposed she had already realized that, which was the reason that she was still doing it, right? His attention which had been focused on Pinky, suddenly turned to the waiter when he realized she had finished ordering and he was now waiting for him to order. Gabriel cleared his throat and smiled at the waiter. ”I think I'll go with the Admiral's Feast,” he said simply and watched as the waiter nodded and walked away.
When he was gone, Gabe turned his attention back to Pinky. ”Wait until we get back to your dorm,” he teased lightly. Or wherever they ended up. Though he had no intentions of doing anything inappropriate on the first date. Of course nothing was set in stone, except the kiss that he owed her later on. Suddenly his attention took in the smell of the mozzarella sticks before them and he picked one up, dipped it in the marinara sauce, and took a bite out if it. It had had time to cool off a little so it wasn't hot enough to burn them anymore. The warm, cheesy flavor of the food instantly enveloped his taste buds.
Mozzarella sticks had always been one of his favorite foods. He never got tired of them, though he didn't eat them that often either. But when given a chance to have an appetizer with his meal, he usually went with those. After taking a sip of his wine, he leaned over the table a bit and held out the mozzarella stick for her to eat. They were really good and he didn't think she should miss out.
TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 445
NOTES – Probably so! Lol.
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
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Post by pinkythoms on Apr 21, 2011 23:24:53 GMT -5
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The way that he said "get back to your dorm" made her giggle in her typical girlish fashion. Slowly, her left foot rose a few inches and grazed his shin fleetingly before she crossed her legs beneath the table and fixed him with her appraising gaze. "Gabey Gabe, that almost sounds like a threat. I hope not,"
she grinned, "I hope it's a promise."
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[/color] Of course, she had no devious plans in mind. She had told him that he had to kiss her at the end of the date, but she wouldn't hold him to that if he didn't want to do it; if all went well, maybe he would sleep over and snuggle like the first day that they had met. That was nice. She had completely forgotten about the cheese sticks, and seemed a bit perplexed when he took a bite of one and offered it toward her. Leaning forward just slightly, she bit off a decent chunk and chewed thoughtfully. "I love fried food,"[/color] she admitted. It was a wonder that Pinky didn't weigh twice as much as she did, considering how much food she stuffed in her face on a daily basis. What was stranger was the fact that she really didn't do much in the way of exercise, and most of the calories that she put into her body were empty and difficult for a normal person to get rid of--namely the alcohol. High metabolism. Lucky brat. Swirling her glass first, she took a sip of the Shiraz and held it under her tongue for a moment while she reached for his glass of lighter vino. She hoped he wouldn't mind as she swallowed and immediately replaced the taste with his Chardonnay, which had a much different flavor. It was sort of weedy and dry compared to her own drink, she she made a face when she put the glass back onto his side of the table. "Okay, so I'm not the most posh girl in the world. I really only like to drink wine to look sophisticated,"[/color] she teased, bumping his knee with her foot as she shifted the positions of her legs. "So I hope you weren't expecting me to be all fancy-like."[/color] As if to emphasize that point, she lifted another cheese stick out of the basket, dipped it into the marinara sauce, and gnawed on it with an elbow propped casually on the table top. [/td][/tr][/table][/center][/blockquote][/color]
WC: 404.....ERROR.
Tag: Gabriel!
Notes: naddddaaaa
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Post by gabelangley on Apr 22, 2011 14:07:52 GMT -5
Gabriel was beginning to realize how unfair it was that she was having fun “torturing” him. He would have to find a way to get her back for it later. He smirked, his own eyes fixed on hers; they could just about have a staring contest across the table from one another, but once their food arrived, that wouldn't work at all. The longer Gabe sat in the restaurant, the hungrier he got. ”Maybe a little bit of both,” he said calmly, a glint of mischief in his eyes. She seemed to take the hint with the offered mozzarella stick and took a bite of it. He nodded knowingly and ate the rest of it.
”I don't know how some people don't like fried food.” Of course it's not the most healthy food in the world, but that didn't stop it from being good. And nobody had to eat fried food all the time. He picked up another cheese stick , dipped it in the marinara sauce, and ate it as he watched her take a sip of her wine and then a sip of his. From the look on her face, it appeared she didn't like his as much as she liked her own. He smiled and shrugged thoughtfully. ”That's not really a very good reason to drink wine,” he teased, taking a sip of his own drink. ”But don't worry, I wasn't really expecting anything.”
Besides that, it wasn't good if someone was obsessed with wine, because wine was not cheap at all. Well, the majority of it wasn't. Gabriel knew people would completely freak out if they had to eat or drink after someone. On the other hand, neither of them seemed to have a problem with that. Of course it wouldn't make sense to be picky about that, when he owed her a kiss anyways. ”So how long did it take for your mom to get back that night at the hospital? I mean, she did finally make it back, didn't she?” he asked laughing. He leaned back in his chair when the waiter arrived with their plates and placed them in front of them.
The waiter seemed to have gotten their plates mixed up, so Gabe quickly switched them so that he had his Admiral's Feast and she had her Sailor's Trio Platter. He had expected it to take longer for the food to cook, but apparently they were on top of the cooking and serving. His eyes went from the shrimp, to the scallops and clam strips, and then the flounder. He probably should have ordered some type of veggies to go with it. “Would you like a refill with your wine or would you like to order another drink?” Gabriel looked up at Pinky and then to the waiter. ”A refill would be fine. And maybe a glass of water.”
TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 479
NOTES – Haha. Nice joke.
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
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Post by pinkythoms on Apr 23, 2011 16:12:54 GMT -5
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"Herp, derp,"
she quipped in her sing-song manner while waving her hand. It seemed appropriate to take another sip of wine at that point, and she made certain to extend her pinky finger humorously. Wine and cheese was supposed to be a fancy thing, right? She wondered if wine and cheese sticks counted.
At the mention of her mother, she shrugged and watched the red vino swirl in its crystal. "Yeah, she made it okay. She made it to the airport pretty quick. I guess the wind was working for her this time; sometimes she gets caught up in really nasty air currents. Anyway, she made it to Connecticut in time for her 'big important meeting',"
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[/color] she said, rolling her eyes and making quotations with the first two fingers on each hand, requiring her to set the glass down once more. It was about that time that the food showed up, and as she reached for the closest edible thing Gabriel grabbed the plate away and switched it. She turned a bit pink in the cheeks and chuckled nervously. She honestly didn't notice that the food was all wrong, though there was an obvious difference in what they ordered. The waiter asked if they needed refills, and she exchanged a glance with Gabriel before answering "You can top mine off if you want! And a water for me too,"[/color] she implored with a large, beguiling set of doe eyes. As the waiter went off to do his business, she set to stuffing her face with mashed potatoes and chewing while she cracked open the leg of a crab. You would imagine that an avid fish enthusiast such as Pinky would feel bad about eating any marine creature, but on the contrary, she found them all to be delicious. She had a soft spot for them, that was true, but the food chain was a dominant factor in her life and unless the animals were living in one of her aquariums they were fair game. Her glass was refilled and a chilly water was set before her, with which she washed the potatoes down to make room for the crab meat, which she dipped eagerly into the melted butter. Before shoving it into her mouth, she turned her attention back to Gabriel and politely said, "This is so awesome. You're my favorite."[/color] Then, with all the grace of a rabid, starved opossum, she continued to eat and crack the exoskeleton of the large steamed crab infront of her. [/td][/tr][/table][/center][/blockquote][/color]
WC: 417
Tag: Gabriel!
Notes: happy easter weekend, homes!
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Post by gabelangley on Apr 23, 2011 21:10:08 GMT -5
”Isn't all of her meetings important?” he asked laughing. Gabriel knew all about the air currents. After all, he did shift into a falcon, which meant that he flew in air currents too. Just not all the way to the airport. ”What kind of bird does she shift into again?” He was glad when the food arrived, because he didn't want to fill up on the appetizer. Rather, if he ate too much of it, he wouldn't want to eat that much of his food. And he didn't really like wasting food if he could help it. ”Would it still be a compliment if I said I can see the resemblance between you and your mom?”
Obviously there were similarities, but they weren't completely the same; such as these 'big important meetings.' He didn't think she had any of those. At least none that he knew of. But considering he hadn't really known her that long, it wouldn't be surprising if he didn't know about them. The waiter left after noting the refills and the water. Gabriel definitely couldn't say that they had bad service there, even though he did get their plates mixed up. And there were only two of them. He started with the shrimp, dipping it into the cocktail sauce and discarding the tails off to the side of the plate where they would be out of the way.
The waiter returned with his hands full of wine bottles and glasses of water. He placed the glasses of water before them and then refilled their wine glasses with the respective wines. Gabriel continued eating as the waiter left them once again to serve other customers. Now that he looked around, he realized that he had been right about it filling up. He had been so busy talking and eating cheese sticks, that he hadn't even noticed the other people entering the restaurant. He picked up the cold glass of water before him and washed down the food.
”You know, it's not nice to play favorites,” he joked, setting the water down. He quietly watched as she began working on the crab that was on her plate. He didn't really have a problem with what she had ordered or how she ate it. There was no point in ordering lightly and eating “as a woman should” just because of her gender. ”But I do like being the favorite and I have to agree that this is awesome.” The food was great, that was for sure. Not that he had a problem with eating fast food every now and again, but he really didn't like taking people on dates to a fast food place. But that was better than nothing if one couldn't afford anything else. ”So what do you want to do for the rest of our date?”
He hadn't really planned anything, since his plans usually ended up changing anyways. ”Head back to the dorms for a make out session?” He smiled and winked at her to let her know he was teasing. ”We could rent a movie?” Or even go watch one at the theater he supposed, but he wasn't sure what was playing.
TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 529
NOTES – Thanks.  Same to you!
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
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Same to you!