He had to admit, he was pleased to hear she might make the effort to help him understand her better. He thought she probably would have just laughed and continued in her merry way.
At least he 'seemed' to be understanding her a bit better.
"Ah, but I didn't really get you...I still don't know where you reside."
He chuckled and finished the last bite of shrimp, before pushing his plate forward an inch or so. The only thing about finding out her address, that gave him some hope, was anyone who had ever met her would never forget her. He felt relatively sure he'd get the information one way or another.
"Could be people try to listen, but don't take the time to pursue hearing. Until recently I'm afraid I would have been one of those people. After all my years..."
Nic emphasized the last part in jest, though there was a huge amount of truth in the statement.
"I'm finding patience is a good thing to have, and I've a friend who would be amazed to hear me say something like that...but it's true. With that comes my desire to get to know you better, and with that the need to understand. Then again, if we get on our bikes tonight, and never run into each other down the road, I guess it wouldn't matter much."
And that thought was a little disappointing to Nic. He had met a lot of people since coming to Nachton, but could count the ones he actually seemed to be creating friendships with, on one hand. The point of becoming a part of the city was to have people in his life again too.
He had just taken a sip of coffee, which the waiter so graciously showed up with then, when Dawn made her revelation. The coffee was not as tasty going through Nic's nose. He did manage to grab his napkin quick enough not to spray the girl across from him.
"I told you to get on the pill."
He retorted, not near as loudly as Dawn, but loud enough for her to hear. It wouldn't get the reaction her comment had, he was sure, but at least it showed he wasn't one to be that easily shocked.
Beef (attn: Nic)
Parking her bike, Dawn saw the tip Nic gave the valet guy for NOT parking their bikes. Pretty fucking weird, but if he was some eccentric rich guy who wanted to spread the wealth, no worries.
Remind me t'offer t'not park your ride next time. Man!
Stepping off her rig, she engaged her fork lock. Granted, another vampire might be able to literally walk off with her bike, light as it was, but that seemed unlikely with the bike sitting next to it. The ultimate security system - park by something nicer. No one stole a Fiat when they could swipe a Beamer. Pulling off her helmet, she shook her hair out, releasing her streaks. Running a hand through her hair quickly, she checked it in her mirrors. All good.
Looking down at Nic's offered arm, she stared for a second, wondering if he wanted her to look at something on it. She didn't see any jewelry, a cut, a bug...oh. Nice place. Nice man offering a nice lady his arm. Managing not to laugh, she wondered how long she could play the part.
Ok then. Notta roadhouse, but we can play your rules a bit, surenuff.
Gently and daintily taking his arm, she slipped her helmet under the other as they made their way into the nicest hotel she'd ever seen. The dances she'd gone to in High School had the record before, but this kinda blew those away. Still, her new digs had all this shit beat hands down...but still, impressive. She'd get used to it someday, maybe.
Playing the part, she let Nic lead them to the restaurant - lots of wood paneling and fancy dress. They were easily the least dressed people here, but she got the idea that it really didn't matter. Once you got into the Rich Folk Club or whatever, you could do what you want and it was all good. Must be nice. Maybe she'd know someday. Waiting for Nic to do the "getting the table" thing, she looked at some of the patrons. Yup. Even counting her extra years, she was probably the youngest here. Kooky.
Nicholae
18 years ago
Dawn Ratana
18 years ago
Patience. Huh. That's why she'd been sent out here, to learn to slow down, to take more time with things, to learn to curb herself some. Then some crazy cat winds up riding a bike where she's doing her "homework" and takes her to dinner and seems he's out to learn the same lesson. Someone less superstitious would consider it a strange coincidence, but people are sent to one another for a reason. Nic had something to teach Dawn, apparently. She felt it obvious he had things to learn from her. So be it. Sighing theatrically for the waiter, she said
Jus like a man t'knock ya up an then start yappin'bout ridin' outta y'life forevah without so much as an offer t'ride home witcha. It'd be 'nuffta make an honest girl cry.
Reaching out, Dawn took a sip of the coffee, too.
FUCK! This is some good shit right here!
Shrugging, a bit more serious, she looked over at Nic.
You ever feel ya meet folk fer a reason? I basically got shipt out'ere ta learn ta slow down, be more lookie and less touchie, think before actin'...all that. Now ya say that yer on th'same walk. Well, I can read a road sign that clear, so I'll be buggin' ya 'gain.
Turning around suddenly, she tapped the wide eyed man at the next table on the shoulder.
Hey, boss, got a pen? Thanks! Oh, lady...you shoulda got the steak - better here than the shrimp. Maybe next time.
Nudging the man with her elbow, she whispered just loud enough to be overheard by his companion
Nice work, man! Place like this and she orders th'shrimp! You're totally scoring tonight!
Sitting back down, oblivious to the pair of slack jawed stares behind her, Dawn glanced about the table. Taking a middle page of the wine menu, she tore the bottom border off and began writing. Winking, she said
Don'think th'long distance charges'll bother ya much. Here's my digits. Not gonna let ya in on the first "date", but ya can ride me to my gate.
Turning back around, she handed the man his pen back.
Nice pen! Thought you'd want it back.
Jus like a man t'knock ya up an then start yappin'bout ridin' outta y'life forevah without so much as an offer t'ride home witcha. It'd be 'nuffta make an honest girl cry.
Reaching out, Dawn took a sip of the coffee, too.
FUCK! This is some good shit right here!
Shrugging, a bit more serious, she looked over at Nic.
You ever feel ya meet folk fer a reason? I basically got shipt out'ere ta learn ta slow down, be more lookie and less touchie, think before actin'...all that. Now ya say that yer on th'same walk. Well, I can read a road sign that clear, so I'll be buggin' ya 'gain.
Turning around suddenly, she tapped the wide eyed man at the next table on the shoulder.
Hey, boss, got a pen? Thanks! Oh, lady...you shoulda got the steak - better here than the shrimp. Maybe next time.
Nudging the man with her elbow, she whispered just loud enough to be overheard by his companion
Nice work, man! Place like this and she orders th'shrimp! You're totally scoring tonight!
Sitting back down, oblivious to the pair of slack jawed stares behind her, Dawn glanced about the table. Taking a middle page of the wine menu, she tore the bottom border off and began writing. Winking, she said
Don'think th'long distance charges'll bother ya much. Here's my digits. Not gonna let ya in on the first "date", but ya can ride me to my gate.
Turning back around, she handed the man his pen back.
Nice pen! Thought you'd want it back.
Nicholae
18 years ago
Closing his eyes, but stopping short of shaking his head, Nic gave Dawn a mock glare once the waiter had departed rather quickly. Nic wasn't going to waste any time feeling bad for the guy, he'd make up for any discomfort with a hearty tip. The next time the guy were to see Nic or Dawn, he'd not treat them with anything less than the respect the tip would provide for.
"I'm not big on fate, but I'll give you that...you do make a compelling argument. And, I look forward to being bugged. In fact, I'll be curious to see how you do with this book your friend Rupert gives you."
Though Nic had a pen he would have gladly given Dawn to use, or keep even, he didn't interfere when she decided to borrow one from the guy at the next table. He cringed when he heard something about 'scoring' but it was a reflex, and really not a judgement call. If he learned nothing else tonight, he had learned Dawn danced to her own drum, and that drum was playing some different 'shit'.
And looking at the phone number, he was sorry she hadn't given him an address, but her semi-cryptic comment about riding her to her gate gave him hope that he'd still be able to get an address for the flower delivery. It was becoming a bit of a challenge, and he never liked backing away from a challenge. It occurred to him there was something else he could send along with the flowers, and was already thinking of making a call to his local florist as soon as he was able.
"Wise woman...hold tight to those morals...I may look mild mannered, but you really don't know me that well now, do you?"
Draining the rest of his coffee, he guessed maybe they had taken up enough of this waiter's time for now.
"Ready to head out?"
Nic waited for her response then stood up, moved to Dawn's chair and pulled it back from the table a bit, holding his hand down to her.
"I'm not big on fate, but I'll give you that...you do make a compelling argument. And, I look forward to being bugged. In fact, I'll be curious to see how you do with this book your friend Rupert gives you."
Though Nic had a pen he would have gladly given Dawn to use, or keep even, he didn't interfere when she decided to borrow one from the guy at the next table. He cringed when he heard something about 'scoring' but it was a reflex, and really not a judgement call. If he learned nothing else tonight, he had learned Dawn danced to her own drum, and that drum was playing some different 'shit'.
And looking at the phone number, he was sorry she hadn't given him an address, but her semi-cryptic comment about riding her to her gate gave him hope that he'd still be able to get an address for the flower delivery. It was becoming a bit of a challenge, and he never liked backing away from a challenge. It occurred to him there was something else he could send along with the flowers, and was already thinking of making a call to his local florist as soon as he was able.
"Wise woman...hold tight to those morals...I may look mild mannered, but you really don't know me that well now, do you?"
Draining the rest of his coffee, he guessed maybe they had taken up enough of this waiter's time for now.
"Ready to head out?"
Nic waited for her response then stood up, moved to Dawn's chair and pulled it back from the table a bit, holding his hand down to her.
Dawn Ratana
18 years ago
Oh, he's not my friend. Well, I don't think he is...hell, I don't think Rupert is ANYONE's friend. But he buttles well. And tolerates like a champ. That goes a long way with a girl, y'know?
Confused for a moment as to where Nic was going, she nodded when the chair started to move. That's right. Manners and shit.
Sure thing - I guess I have point since I know where I live!
((ooc: Dawn and Nic out, lock up))
Confused for a moment as to where Nic was going, she nodded when the chair started to move. That's right. Manners and shit.
Sure thing - I guess I have point since I know where I live!
((ooc: Dawn and Nic out, lock up))