_Don't make things complicated// Pinky

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] "A goose, which is actually pretty fitting," she laughed aloud before continuing. "Blurgh. Don't remind me, please."

[/color] Her tongue poked out between her lips and she rolled her eyes at him. Tandy was so annoying; Pinky wasn't like that, right? Right.

Pinky giggled and stroked his feet with hers between mouthfuls of food. "I mean, we could do that, but I'm sick of being cooped up inside all the time. I think we should go to the beach!"[/color] She hadn't been back there since the incident with the shark, and for a while she had been contemplating if she would go back. Part of her was apprehensive about the idea, but the very small, very quiet, logical side of her brain told her that the sand would be safe. Sharks didn't like land too much.

Mostly, she was afraid of the water, which felt odd. She had always loved swimming, despite not being the best at it--she was more akin to floating around and lounging in the shallows; recent events had put a damper on her spirits, it would seem. "We could make out there,"[/color] she continued after a sip of wine, betraying none of her conflicting emotions in her voice.

After a moment and another decimated crab leg, she looked thoughtful. "I wish that I had a bird shift, so we could go flying together. That sounds so freaking awesome."[/color] She hadn't shifted since that particular day, either. She was sort of afraid of what would happen. When taking on her seahorse form, her legs shrunk up into tiny, almost inconsequential fins at the bottom of her body, while her spine contorted into a curling prehensile tail. Seahorses weren't swimmers, after all, so would the mangled fin really matter much?

Normally when she wanted to relax, she she would stand with her arms braced against one of the empty salt-water tanks in her dorm and hop upwards, shifting at just the right moment to plop into the water and sink to the bottom where she grabbed onto the live plants rooted into the sand. Getting out was slightly more complicated, as she had to use her tail to grab onto the edge of the aquarium and pull herself out to tumble onto the carpet. The lack of water for those few seconds was enough to leave her breathless and gasping for air after she had shifted back.

Since returning home, she had been too scared to try that. What if she couldn't get out of the tank?
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WC: 418
Tag: Gabriel!
Notes: rawrrrrrr

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[gabelangley]

Gabriel laughed and shrugged. "I can see her shift being a goose." Thankfully they weren't related in any way, just because they both had bird shifts. He held his hands up in surrender. "Okay, I get it. That's obviously not much of a compliment." Though he really didn't know the woman. He only met her one time and that hadn't lasted very long since she left and didn't get back until he had already gone back to his apartment for the night. Well, rather, he had gone to the beach first and with a little bit of luck, he had managed to find her cell phone. He had almost overlooked it.

"Oh that's right. You have been stuck inside for the last several days." Somehow he had already managed forget that, even though they had been talking about it not too long ago. He was glad that she wasn't going to avoid the beach, just because of her accident. And sharks, as far as he knew, didn't swim that close to the shore very often. He wasn't even sure why that one was so far inland. "Well we can go to the beach if that's what you want to do," he told her, before continuing with the food on his plate.

He didn't really care what they did after they ate. As long as it wasn't going to a theme park, because getting on those rides after just eating would be a terrible idea. Which would probably make their date turn into terrible as well. He laughed as she said they could make out at the beach, though. "I'll have to hold you to that," he warned her taking a sip of his own wine. He didn't think that should be their first kiss, though. He didn't voice this opinion, though, because he didn't want it to sound like he was implying that they would be kissing in the future. Which they wouldn't be, unless they decided to actually give their date a meaning.

As he thought about how to plan out that first kiss, he let silence take over the table while they ate. He guessed he shouldn't actually be trying to plan it out - that was completely unlike him. It would happen however it happened. His thought about this were interrupted by hearing her voice again. "That would be really cool," he agreed. "But just the view would be awesome." He had thought it would be really awesome to take a camera up there while it was recording just to see what it would catch. But that would also be a risk in dropping it. "Right now I don't think you should probably risk shifting, though."

TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 465
NOTES - Second page...again! Lol.
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] She smirked at his mock warning; did he think that she was kidding? Was she kidding? At that point, she wasn't so sure. She had a lot of pent up energy from being holed up inside for days, and that coupled with an extreme attraction to her friend might result in a little surprise snoggery for him. It was probably good that she had brushed her teeth earlier. "So, the beach! I'm excited. Maybe there will be cool things washed up on the beach! Like a piece of my leg!" she joked good-naturedly, forking a bit of lobster and holding it submerged in the small butter dish on her plate. If Paula Deen had taught her anything in her many years watching the Food Network, it was that you could never use too much butter. At the acknowledgment of shifting, she nodded and shrugged a bit, crestfallen. "I'm kind of worried about that, actually."

[/color] The momentary sadness was quickly forgotten as the buttery lobster meat melted in her mouth. All was well again. "Does anything ever try to eat you when you're flying?"[/color] She'd had a grim fascination with the idea lately.

Scratching at her leg underneath the table every now and then and slowly eating away at the mass of food in front of her at the same time, she felt as though she were doing too much and might look awkward. Mindful of this, she slipped the scratching hand underneath her leg and sat on it to keep it still, and focused on slowing down her bites. There was no reason to be in a hurry; she hadn't done anything fun like this in forever.

"Oh Gabey Gabe,"[/color] she lilted, eyeing him dangerously. "Want to share dessert after dinner?"[/color] She had just seen the waiter walk past with a brownie fudge sundae for a neighboring table, and although she still had a way to go on her own plate, her eyes had grown big as saucers and she wanted one.

Her feet tapped against his again rhythmically, indicating her obvious happiness with the situation. Nothing could be better than good food, a good friend, and good alcohol in her mind--except maybe a motorcycle ride with said friend, but that had been done too. It was turning out to be a fantastic date, and if things went well there might be more in the future. Wait. Was she really thinking about that? Her mind went to work, nitpicking each occasion that they had been near each other and trying to figure out why the idea even came up.

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WC: 429
Tag: Gabriel!
Notes: we are fantastic. again. sorry for the crappy post this time...I went to the dentist and got happy drugs so I'm all meahahahhhh

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[gabelangley]

It was hard for him to not notice the smirk on her face at his warning. He wasn't sure if she was being serious or if she was just teasing him. He wasn't even sure if he was just joking or not. He looked up at her from over his plate where he was picking apart the fish on it. ”You act like you haven't been to the beach in forever,” he told her. But he couldn't help but laugh at her joke. ”Sorry, but I don't think that classifies as something cool. That's more along the gross category I think.” It would be completely uncool and weird to find that on the beach and if they did, it would be the last time he would go to the beach for awhile.

”What? About shifting?” he asked, before shoving a forkful of flounder into his mouth. Gabriel had always wondered what would happen if someone got hurt really bad when they were in their shift. Would they be able to shift back? He figured that would depend on how bad the wound was. And, of course, if you passed out would you shift back automatically? ”I think if you give yourself time to heal, then when you shift you should be okay. Since you didn't lose a whole leg or anything." He wondered if the doctors would be able to answer questions about that. He reached across the table and reassuringly squeezed her free hand.

He released it when she started talking again. ”Not really.” At least he couldn't remember anything ever trying to eat him. ”The only real bird enemies that falcons have are owls and eagles. But they generally only attack the eggs and the birds in the nests. Any other attacks come if one of the other birds is trying to steal whatever food you have.” And there was no real reason for him to be around a nest or to get into fights over food, because he hadn't ever tried eating in his bird form. ”Of course, if anything did try to attack me, I have an easy way of getting away from it. My specific shift is a peregrine falcon, which means that when they dive, they can get up to 200 miles per hour.” That made them the fastest animals in the world. Of course that was only in a dive, though.

He took a sip of his wine as she asked him about dessert. Gabe raised his eyebrows at this offer – if his friends were there, they would totally make fun of him. At least certain ones would. But they weren't there, therefore he didn't see the harm in sharing. ”Sure, what did you have in mind?” Honestly he hadn't even considered having dessert; for awhile there he had forgotten such a thing even existed, but now that she mentioned it, it sounded like a great idea. He was unsure whether either of them were going to be able to move after they finished eating, though. There wouldn't be any time of running or very fast movement for the next hour or so when they were done.

TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 525
NOTES – Pinky totally has this “This is what I want and somehow I'm going to get it” attitude. Lol. The dentist? Fun fun.. can you hear the enthusiasm? Lol.
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] She nodded once, seeming to remember something or other about peregrine falcons from a book she had read at one time, which was very unlike her. She could remember her childhood, when she had wished that she was a bird so that she could fly all over the world and go on crazy adventures; funny how things turned out, sometimes. Things about her personality had changed greatly by the time she had reached shifting age--she no longer was so interested in traveling and expeditions, and was more into lounging, relaxing, friends, and food. Otherwise, who knows; she could have become a bird after all. It pleased her that Gabriel was up for dessert; when Pinky Thoms wanted something, she normally got it one way or another--and usually it didn't involve too much beguiling or begging. "Well, I just saw a freaking brownie sundae go by, and it looked awesome, but I might be a little too full for that. Maybe a slice of key lime pie? That sounds light and tasty." Light? When Pinky worried about something being light or not, it was a sure sign that the supposedly bottomless pit of her stomach was indeed filling up to top capacity. With a mighty crack, she busted through a meaty claw and drowned it in butter. "Don't laugh; I totes ordered a pair of Pajama Jeans the other day,"

[/color] she informed him cheerily, "I think they're absolutely retarded, but the doctor said that they would be better for my leg because they breathe and stretch and they're all soft-like,"[/color] she continued, the last few words coming out with an unusually strong Cajun accent. Normally when she spoke, it was simply in her excited, high-pitched, easily recognizable tone; the quick visit from her mother had set her dialect back a few States.

She shifted in her seat, taking pressure off of her injury and leaning away from the table, eyeballing the remnants of her plate. She had a few thin legs left, and maybe two spoonfuls of mashed potatos, but she wasn't so sure that she could finish them. Instead, she swept up her wine glass and sipped at it with her left arm draped over the back of her chair. "Have you ever noticed that there are like....no black people on this freaking island?"[/color] she wondered aloud, drawing a few confused looks from around the dining room. It was a random thought, yes, but she had had ample time to think about random things for the past few days.

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WC: 419
Tag: Gabriel!
Notes: so sorry about that! two painting commissions got thrown at me at once, completely unexpectedly ^^;;;

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[gabelangley]

Gabriel laughed when he realized why she had thought of dessert; of course, someone just had to walk by with a brownie sundae, but that did sound pretty good. It also sounded like he was going to have to work out quite a bit to work that off if they ordered it. He nodded in agreement. ”Key lime pie sounds good.” He hadn't had any of it in awhile or any other type of dessert. Gabe went back to his own food, which was mostly gone now that he noticed. He wasn't going to be able to eat anything for the rest of the day. Which was fine, since they were eating dinner. He wondered if he wouldn't mind doing this more often – going on dates. Taking Pinky on dates, rather. They both seemed to be having a good time and they both had kind of decided on the date. That had to mean something, right?

He had told Jake that they could be a handful sometimes. Pinky kind of was a handful, but he thought it was in a good way. A few months ago when he was having all of his problems, he wouldn't have been able to deal with any girl, let alone her. But things had changed now. ”I didn't know you had an accent,” he told her, but then snapped back to what she had just said. ”Pajama jeans? You're going to wear pajama jeans?” he teased. She said he couldn't laugh, but she didn't say he couldn't tease her about it. He couldn't promise anything if he saw her in them. He took a sip of his wine as he watched a waiter pass by carrying a bunch of dishes. With all of the stuff that he had to carry, he actually felt kind of sorry for him.

Gabriel laughed at her question, despite the looks they were getting from some of the people around them. ”Sure there are. You just haven't seen them.” He hadn't seen very many, though. What was up with that? He dipped one of his clam strips into the butter on her plate as the waiter made his way back to their table. ”Would you like a refill?” Gabe was surprised that he still managed to look happy after how many times he had been to their table. He shook his head after looking at his own glass; he couldn't deal with anymore wine tonight. ”No, we don't need refills. Could we maybe get a slice of key lime pie, though? And you can go ahead and bring the bill too.” He looked over at Pinky. ”Are you done with your plate?” If so, they could get them out of the way so that the table wouldn't be so crowded.

TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 487
NOTES – That's fine. I understand!
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] Excellent she thought as he agreed to her idea for dessert. What Pinky wants...et cetera. If the portion size of their dinner plates had been any indication, there would be plenty of pie for each of them. She stuck her tongue out at him, rolling it slightly in the process. "Well yessiree I sure do! Most of the time I talk too fast for anybody to notice it." She glowered at him, one eyebrow raised meaningfully. "You just wait. After I start wearing them, they'll be so in that everyone will want a pair. People will literally try to get into my pants,"

[/color] she finished with a cheeky grin, quite proud of the pun. Of course, she could very well just wear her real pajama pants everywhere; she didn't mind that idea, but part of her actually wanted to spite everyone and suddenly make PJeans a fashion statement.

She waved him off from where she sat leaned back in her seat. "I totes have never seen any. There are people from all over the world here, and I've never seen one African, African-American, Afro-European, Afro-Samurai, or a straight up black person."[/color] The people had gone back to eating their food, but still cast wary glances in her direction from time to time.

As the waiter approached, she sat up straight again and pretended not to be a complete slob. "Couldn't eat another bite,"[/color] she swore, gazing woefully at the graveyard of crab shell piled up in front of her. "And yeah! Key lime pie, like he said."[/color] The waiter nodded, took the used dishes, and went off about his duty.

Pinky looked highly satisfied with herself, probably still thinking about the terrible joke she had made about pants. "That was really good. Thanks for getting me out of the dorms tonight. It sucks in there."[/color] That wasn't really true; she had video games, food, magazines, a computer, and many other things to keep her entertained--she just couldn't sit still for such an extended period of time. She gave his shin a rub with the top of her foot.

It didn't take too long for the waiter to come back again, placing a black folded check holder on the table along with a small white plate holding a visually pleasing slice of pie. The bright green color made Pinky terribly excited, and the dollop of whipped cream on top of it looked like an ornate little dessert in itself. She was stoked. Dessert was awesome. Before pigging out again, she reached into her jacket pocket and fished out her debit card after a bit of searching. She was bound and determined to go dutch on this date deal--she wasn't a spoiled brat, after all, and she could take care of herself.

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WC: 460
Tag: Gabriel!
Notes: merrrrrrp!

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[gabelangley]

Gabriel laughed when she stuck her tongue out at him. ”You know, I would be careful sticking your tongue out like that. Someone might steal it,” he warned. Particularly someone like him. But it wasn't really something he could prove in the restaurant if he wanted to show that he had any decency at all. He shook his head disbelievingly. ”You keep telling yourself that.I bet you would like that, wouldn't you?” He was surprised people didn't try that already, but for different reasons. Then again, the island had a lot of gay people on it, so that might explain it. Of course then he would have real challenge on his hands, trying to keep them away. Not that that was his job right now, considering they weren't actually dating- they were just on date.

He hoped that would change soon, though. Gabriel grinned and shrugged when she said that she hadn't seen any. ”That's exactly what I just said. You haven't seen them. But that doesn't mean that they aren't around.” Then again she could be right and he just didn't know what he was talking about. The waiter seemed quite relieved when Gabe asked for him to bring the bill when he brought the dessert; he guessed he could sympathize this one time. ”It was no big deal. I know I don't like being stuck in my apartment either. Besides, I did agree to bring you on a date as soon as you were allowed out of the hospital.” The only problem was that he had to wait a few days to let her get some more rest and keep her off her feet.

When the waiter returned, he placed the check holder on the table and the plate of pie as well. He didn't seem to know who it belonged to, so he sat it in front of him. He assumed that was because he was the one who had ordered it. Gabe cleared a spot in the middle of the table and slid the plate there between them so that they could share. He looked over at Pinky, who she seemed to be searching for something. ”What are you doing?” he asked, somewhat curious, but he thought he had an idea. When she produced her debit card from her pocket, his thoughts were confirmed. ”You don't honestly think I'm going to let you pay for any of this, do you?” What kind of guy would he look like if he let her pay? Not that he ever really cared what people thought.

TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 433
NOTES – Their date is doing good so far!
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] She decided at that moment that under no circumstances was she going to be going home alone that night. Gabriel, perhaps unbeknownst to himself, would be accompanying her. Her shoulder devil did a little dance on top of her head before hiding again, probably to resurface later. Probably? Make that "most likely". It was time to turn on the charm, and dial the volume up to unbearable decibels. She eyed him with a grin, raising the debit card over her head before extending it out to his side of the table and slipping it into the open check book. "That was the deal, remember? We split the bill, and you kiss me afterwards. Or, I can pay for the whole thing and get to touch your butt in return," she purred, leaning her elbow on the table and resting her chin in her hand, all the better to watch him with a smouldery gaze. Phase one, deployed. But even Gabriel's pretty face couldn't keep her attention away from dessert for too long--it was her Kryptonite. Taking the tiniest bit off of the point of the slice with her fork, she licked at the filling and made a sour face, looking a bit surprised for a moment before settling into contentment and eating it. Of course, a tiny bite like that one was retarded, so she immediately went for another forkful which was considerably larger than the last, and made sure to scoop up a bit of the whipped cream along with it. It tasted like what she imagined fairy food did--fantastic. While chewing slowly and savoring the citrus flavor, she placed both of her feet on top of Gabriel's shoes once again and crept her toes underneath their tongues. She wished that her toes were half as dexterous as her tail was when in her shifted form, so that she could unlace his sneakers and tie them together or something else mischievous. It seemed that she was channeling her inner Puck. "Your butt is nice, you know, but you also have pretty eyes,"

[/color] she murmured, winking one of her own baby blues at him to drive the point home. "So, did it hurt when you fell out of Heaven?"[/color] she asked seriously, trying her hardest to maintain a straight face.

It didn't last long, despite her best efforts. Her stoic expression collapsed into a loud, wine-driven giggle like a wind-chime on a ship at sea. Once again the other patrons glanced over, but the novelty had worn off earlier and they quickly forgot about her.

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WC: 425
Tag: Gabriel!
Notes: merrrrrrp!

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[gabelangley]

Despite his protest, she still placed her debit card in the check book. The look on her face told him she knew she was going to win; he didn't foresee him winning either, unless he was going to steal her card and not let her have it back until they left. He didn't think she would like that too much, though so he marked that off his list of possibilities. He smirked and shook his head. ”I don't remember splitting the bill being part of our agreement. I remember you saying that I take you out on a real date and that I would owe you a kiss. You changed up everything!” He figured she was trying to convince him that that was part of the deal.

There were plenty of times throughout their date, so far, that he had wanted to kiss her. The only thing that had stopped him was the fact that he was on the opposite side of the table. ”Maybe you will have plenty of opportunities to touch it in the future,” he teased, rather implying that the opportunity would arise if they got together. It did seem to be heading that way if they kept it up. He watched as she suddenly remembered the dessert was sitting in front of her and she decided to give it a taste. Gabriel watched, almost mesmerized, as she ate it off the fork. He didn't have to ask her if it was good, because the look on her face said it all.

He picked up his spoon and dipped into a part of the pie and took a bite. The sugary sweetness with a tinge of sour filled his taste buds instantly. Not only did their actual food taste good, but so did their dessert. Remembering the check, he put down the spoon and picked it up to see what his half of the bill was – yes, he had finally decided to give in and go dutch on the meal. He pulled out his wallet and counted out the money for his bill and placed it in the checkbook. Gabriel looked up at her when she went back to complimenting him. ”You think so?” he asked, sending a smile her way that could almost be mistaken for being shy if one didn't know him. Shy? He didn't do shy.

He was surprised at what she said next and didn't even attempt to not laugh at it. ”Tell me you did not just seriously use that line on me.” But the compliment was nice all the same. ”It did hurt just a little bit.” When the laughter had died out, he returned to the pie that was before them. ”Seriously, though. If you don't stop with the compliments, it's going to be really hard for me to keep my hands to myself.” He noticed their waiter heading their way and he held up the check book for him to take. He figured it was pretty obvious for him to figure out which meal was being paid with what, since he had used an almost exact count with dollar bills for his.

TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 506
NOTES – None!
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] Pinky was known for spontaneously changing the rules of things, so altering the agreement was a necessary evil to keep up her reputation. "I don't remember signing a contract, so I don't think that you could prove that in a court of law," she twittered happily, a bit surprised at herself for making such a quick, astute statement. The way that he hinted at the future made the back of her neck feel all tickley. Many thoughts ran through her mind, using that one sentence as fodder for the synapse canons. Does that mean he thinks we could be a couple? Oh God, you could bounce a quarter off of that ass! Are we going to be an item? Are we going to go on more dates and OH MY GOD are we going to be all affectionate and stuff? His butt!!!!! "If the opportunities don't present themselves, I'll just have to god-mod a little and encourage them along."

[/color] Excited!

His smile was adorable; he looked like a puppy. She loved puppies. Maybe they should get a puppy in the future. Oh God, too fast! Too fast! .....Right? Is it? "You're fucking cute,"[/color] she stated simply after their laughter had petered out. The last thing that she wanted him to do was to keep his hands to himself. Her shoulder devil tugged at her hair to remind her that it was indeed still watching over her. "In that case, are you tired? 'Cause you've been running through my mind all damn day."[/color] A cheeky grin plastered itself over her face, but she quickly stifled it in order to feign an innocent look while she went back to work on the dessert.

As she ate her pie, ruminating on the flavors and thinking more and more into what he had said previously, the waiter retrieved the bill and it dawned on her that their meal was pretty much at an end. Of course, they had more plans, and this was by no means the end of the entire date, but she would be reluctant to leave the restaurant. Would they go on more dates and come to the place again someday? What if they didn't, and this was the only time she would eat here? She wasn't so sure that she would want to come back without Gabriel if nothing else became of the two of them. The more her brain worked it out, the more she realized that she could easily see herself with him for the long-term.

The waiter returned right as she scraped what would be her last bite of pie off of the plate, and while she chewed it she collected her debit card and hid it back in the dark recesses of her jacket pocket. It took her a moment of thought to figure out how much of a tip to leave before she scribbled down "$10.00" on the receipt, keeping in mind that her mother always said to tip generously as a rule.

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WC: 498
Tag: Gabriel!
Notes: merrrrrrp!

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[gabelangley]

Gabriel was losing terribly at this small quarrel of theirs and when he opened his mouth to reply to her comment, he realized that he actually didn't know what to say to that. ”Sneaky.” Well, she would win this time. Next time she might not be so lucky. At least that's what he was trying to tell himself, but he was probably wrong. Picking up his cup, he took a sip of the water that was in the glass – it almost wasn't cold anymore. But there wasn't really any point in getting a cold refill at this point. They were probably about to leave soon anyways, right? He was kind of relieved about this; not that he hadn't had fun while they were in there or anything. He hadn't had that much fun in awhile, even when he spent the night at her house.

A quick glance at his phone told him that it was still pretty early in the night and there was really no reason for them to end their date after the restaurant. Besides they had decided on going to the beach when they left. Of course if her leg started bothering her, then he would take her back to her dorm room, because that was a pretty important reason for leaving. ”Oh really?” That only made him curious. ”That almost makes me want to keep them from presenting themselves just so you can do that.” Of course he would rather them just happen in the first place, because he was sometimes impatient and didn't want to wait. If anything, he would be encouraging them.

He laughed again at her bluntness. She obviously didn't care about his warning; almost as if she was encouraging him. The pick up lines just continued. Of course they were funny, but it was even more so because she was using them on him. Not that they were really necessary, because she had practically reeled him in already. She just didn't know it yet. He bit his lip to suppress the grin on his face and looked down at the pie in front of him. He had only taken one bite out of it, and despite how good it was, he really couldn't eat anymore. So he left the rest of it to her. The waiter returned in no time to return her card. Once again he reached into his wallet to leave his own tip and placed it on the table.

”Ready to go?” he asked, looking over at her. He didn't leave her much time to reply, as he stood up from the table and took her hand in his. If she wasn't finished, he would personally go back inside and buy her another slice to take to her dorm if he had to. He was careful to pull her along, not wanting to be too rough with her leg still not healed up yet. By now he was just ready to get out; it was crowded in there and they had been sitting down for quite awhile. Once they were outside, he didn't waste any time pulling her into his arms and kissing her, his hand brushing up against her face to guide her lips to his. Almost demanding at first, showing his desperation at not wanting to wait any longer. Gabriel had intended to wait towards the end of the date; he hadn't foreseen wanting to kiss her bad enough that he couldn't wait until then. But she didn't make that easy on him back there, flirting with him all the way through dinner, and rubbing up against him from under the table.

His arms, which were tightened around her, began to loosen and his hands slid down to her waist. The kiss which had started off as more demanding, softened until he pulled out of it. It surprised him to find that his heart was pounding in his chest from the kiss. ”Sorry.” He said the word, but he didn't really mean it. He didn't regret making a move and from the signals she had sent him, he doubted what she wanted was for him to apologize. ”I couldn't resist.” He was aware that his outward move had gotten them some stares from some people around them, but it didn't bother him; they could watch if they wanted to.

TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 723
NOTES – I don't know what to say on these note things!
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] She was a bit taken off guard when he practically dragged her out of the restaurant, and grabbed her jacket off of the back of her seat only as an afterthought. It took some finagling, but somehow between their table and the heavy double doors of the establishment she managed to get the sleeves over her arms and slip the leather coat on; it was a good thing, as the Pacific breeze was quickly turning the night chilly as she found out soon enough. Just as she was about to comment on how cold it had gotten, she was swooped up and silenced completely by a warm set of lips, which sort of tasted like lime. Gladly, she returned the kiss, stretching onto her tiptoes to make up for her lack of stature--he easily dwarfed her small frame, as most of her height was made up of teased and volumized pink hair. She definitely had not been expecting that particular moment to come so soon into their date, but she even more definitely was not planning to argue the matter--she had been getting impatient, anyway. It was a Pinky thing. Her torso felt on fire where he had been holding on, and she was super aware of every centimeter that each of his fingers moved; when he dropped his hands to her waist it sent a shiver up and down the length of her spine and caused her to do a little dance as if being tickled. He pulled back, and she was finally able to take the breath that was denied her before he had dove into her lips--her heart pounded and her lungs ached, reminding her of how much she prefered her seahorse gills. She squinted up at him, finding his hands with hers and weaving their fingers together expertly. They fit nicely enough. "You're a pretty good kisser, Gabey Gabe," she twittered, twisting from side to side and fixing him with her best puppy dog look, trying to feign shyness. A sideward glance told her that their little scene hadn't gone unnoticed, and that actually emboldened her further. With a flick of her wrists, she replaced Gabriel's arms about her waist and stood on the very ends of her shoes to kiss him again--not for nearly as long, but a bit more teasingly and with the tiniest flutter of her tongue over his lips. Backing down, she quipped in a very excited tone, "I couldn't resist! Let's go have sex on the beach!"

[/color] Not really, of course; it was way too soon for things like that, right? Wait, was anything really stopping her? Morals...right. The shoulder devil snorted, and she half-trotted, half-limped over to the sexy motorcycle. "Shall we, sugartits?"[/color]


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WC: 453
Tag: Gabriel!
Notes: OH MY GOD SO MANY SURPRISE ART JOBS xD;;

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Gabriel hadn't meant to be so demanding when he had practically hurried her out of the restaurant back there. But at least he hadn't actually tried to drag her out; mainly that was because of her leg and he didn't want to cause her any pain. Her lips were soft against his when he kissed her, her frame fit nicely against his. His fingers caressed her skin unintentionally as they lowered to her waist – he couldn't believe that he had waited that far into their date for a kiss like that. Considering that she hadn't even hesitated when he kissed her, he assumed that she didn't mind. They both had known it was going to happen anyways. They just didn't know when.

He didn't resist when she laced their fingers together; she seemed fairly happy with the kiss, which was confirmed with her following statement. He laughed when she gave him a shy look, despite not being a shy person. Somehow it still made her look cute. ”Pretty good? I'm the best kisser in the world,” he joked, knowing fully well that it probably wasn't true. But he could pretend, right? He could still feel people's eyes on them - if they were that much of an entertainment for them, they should just get paid for it. Gabriel never understood why people would stare when they saw people kissing. Did they find it entertaining? Or maybe they thought that by doing it, the people would stop. Staring didn't bother him, though. If they really didn't like seeing it in public, they would eventually stop doing it. At least to him.

Her sidewards glance told him that she had also noticed them staring, but it seemed to encourage her to cause more of a scene. When she returned his arms to her waist, his body pulled forward to her as she stood up on her toes again and kissed him. He repositioned his arms more comfortable around her, so that he could help keep the pressure off of her leg. It wasn't until now that he had truly realized just how short she was. He was only 5 foot six inches, but that was still quite a bit taller than she was. Anything could happen on the first kiss, so it was hard to focus on everything, even when someone wanted to remember how everything was for it. She seemed to have recovered from the first kiss, using the second to tease him, her tongue just barely running over his lips.

He tried to deepen the kiss, but just as he began to lean his head forward, she pulled away from him. He let his hands fall back down to his sides, noticing the area had seemed to clear out sometime while he was lost in that second embrace. Sometimes it was hard for him to tell when she was joking, but he knew when she proposed they go and have sex on the beach, that she was joking. ...Right? Despite the fact that she seemed like the type of girl that teased a lot of guys, he wouldn't pass her off as the type that slept around with people. ”Careful what you wish for,” he told her, following her over to the bike. As he pulled his gloves out of his back pocket and started putting them on, he turned to face her. ”Now I know how Santa feels when he gets to the North Pole and has already had everyone's milk and cookies that they left out,” he told her laughing. Or whatever else they left out for him, since people left out different stuff. ”Help?” he asked, when he started having trouble with getting his right glove on all the way. He was almost tempted to not wear them at all.

TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 608
NOTES – Oh no! Lol.
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] She couldn't shake that tingly feeling in her spine; a first kiss had that effect, she supposed, though it felt much more intense after kissing Gabriel than it had for any other boy. To avoid revealing the red tint of her cheeks when he approached the motorcycle, she busied herself by watching her reflection in the glossy red body and fluffing at her hair almost vainly--the light was fading, which made the whole action seem sort of moot. "I could sit on your lap and make you feel even more like Santa," she mentioned with a grin when he made it to the bike. "Or just a dirty old man...whichever."

[/color] She was such a comedy genius! Score! She giggled when he looked completely helpless putting on his glove, and sidled over in front of him to tug it over his palm; it was another excuse to touch his hand, so she didn't complain. "Okay sweetie, there you go. Now you get on the bus and be good at school and Mommy will see you later,"[/color] she snickered.

At that moment, she decided that she would do anything for this boy. "Gabey, you're my favorite,"[/color] she restated, going to the back of the motorcycle and gingerly lifting her leg over it to sit down. The chilly air nipped at her, and she zipped her jacket completely, which was something that she didn't do often--it wasn't revealing enough, and was uncomfortable. "To the beach?"[/color] she asked, an excited grin plastered on her face. "I could drive! And then we could both spend the night in the hospital! But we'd be together,"[/color] she joked. She really had no desire to drive that night, though she would probably pester him about it in the future.

She waited patiently for Gabriel to climb onto the cycle, handing her helmet to her while he put his own on. When they were settled in, she leaned into his back and wrapped her arms around his waist, scooting as close to him as she could and resting her cheek on his back--or, attempted to through the helmet. It would be entirely too easy to get used to this sort of thing.

With a rumble, the bike started up and they were on the road again, and Pinky was instantly glad that she had zipped her jacket all the way up, no matter how dorky she thought it looked. Of course, being cold would be a good reason to snuggle up to Gabriel at the beach, so instead of whining to herself about it, she began to plot.



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WC: 429
Tag: Gabriel!
Notes: it feels so very very wrong godmoding you xD;;

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