Ambrose laughed along with her when she quipped about her painting. He thought she might be being modest, but one could never tell. So far, Belle had seemed very honest with him; at least he presumed anyone open enough to flaunt their anachronistic fashion sense was honest with everything. Maybe he’d get the chance to see said paintings and could judge for himself.
“Call it modern expressionism and no one will know the difference.”
She danced around the issue at hand. Granted he was pushing things a little and perhaps moving too fast but he wasn’t used to waiting for what he wanted. Even before microwave popcorn and fast food there had been such a thing as instant gratification.
“No one said you had to know why, just… play the hand you’ve been dealt.”
He echoed her words as the food was set down and the server made sure everything was as it should be and disappeared.
While he was fond of instant gratification, he was also hesitant to trap her into something she didn’t want. However, once he was sure what she wanted…
“I wouldn’t want to be accused of over stepping my bounds.”
Another sip of the whiskey and he signaled for another.
“At least not too much.”
It was no her move. It was all very much like a poker game. They’d both paid the ante he’d made the first raise, she the second and this one was his again. Would she call or raise again?
Out for a Bite (attn: Ambrose)
Ysabel sat in one of the armchairs in the lobby of the Piazza, studiously ignoring everyone who passed nearby. Her keener-than-the-average-human nose hadn't yet detected the slightly spicy scent of whatever cologne he had worn the last couple of times they'd seen each other. She was reading one of the high society magazines, not particularly interested in the content, more interested in projecting an air of concentrated disinterest.
Force of habit, perhaps, or maybe just a love of the slightly dramatic, but Ysabel had arranged herself specifically as she waited for Ambrose. Her gown, a throwback to Regency England with a square-cut neckline, was made of a lovely dove-grey mull embellished with burgundy lace at the hem, just below the breasts of the empire cut waist, and around the fitted elbow-length sleeves. The hem was arranged artfully at her feet, in a swirl of soft grey that rippled just right when it settled on the carpet. Her long blonde hair was pulled up into a twist on top of her head, tendrils of carefully-styled curls drifting down her back, the line of her slender neck exposed.
She wore little in the way of adornment; Ysabel loved jewelry but she didn't like to be decorated like a Christmas tree. She had on a simple gold chain around her neck, with a single ruby set in gold on a pendant, almost like a drop of blood. Tiny rubies winked on her earlobes and two slim, exquisite hairpins nestled in her curls, each one crafted in the shape of a dragonfly, gold with tiny rubies that matched the lace on her gown.
Ysabel couldn't help it; something in her was attracted to the theatrical, and she liked to make an impression. Preferably a good one. She had stopped trying to convince herself that it had nothing to do with her date. Who was she kidding? She liked Ambrose far too much to lie about it. Enough to meet him for dinner... unusual for Ysabel, who usually detested food.
Ambrose
18 years ago
Ysabel
18 years ago
Although beyond the point where she was still weighing Ambrose's manners against her approval or disapproval, Ysabel had to smile. He'd managed to be both gentlemanly and flirtatious just then. As she took a delicate bite out of a lettuce leaf, she chewed slowly as she considered.
"I can't imagine how you would overstep your bounds," she mused. "Seeing as how we've set none. Did you need them defined?"
She lifted both brows at him, the smile that had been present in one form or another since she'd first seen him that night still curving her lips up gently. Ysabel could dance around the topic as deftly as Ambrose could, but she wasn't sure how to tell him she was willing... more than that, she would like very much, to see him even more.
"Perhaps," she finally said with some slight hesitation, "your bounds might be more clear if I were to tell you there is only one person with whom I would be interested in having a discussion about it with. And by definition, that conversation would be moot, as that would be the one person with whom I would consider dropping them... not building them up."
Well, now she was blushing, much as she had tried to avoid doing so. She feigned interest in her food, wishing they were having this discussion in a more private place. Perhaps it was best they were in the restaurant, however. That way she would save face if she had assumed too much, if she had read far more into it than she should.
"I can't imagine how you would overstep your bounds," she mused. "Seeing as how we've set none. Did you need them defined?"
She lifted both brows at him, the smile that had been present in one form or another since she'd first seen him that night still curving her lips up gently. Ysabel could dance around the topic as deftly as Ambrose could, but she wasn't sure how to tell him she was willing... more than that, she would like very much, to see him even more.
"Perhaps," she finally said with some slight hesitation, "your bounds might be more clear if I were to tell you there is only one person with whom I would be interested in having a discussion about it with. And by definition, that conversation would be moot, as that would be the one person with whom I would consider dropping them... not building them up."
Well, now she was blushing, much as she had tried to avoid doing so. She feigned interest in her food, wishing they were having this discussion in a more private place. Perhaps it was best they were in the restaurant, however. That way she would save face if she had assumed too much, if she had read far more into it than she should.
Ambrose
18 years ago
Not eating often meant that he was even more appreciative of the flavor steak. Rare it maybe, but it was hardly life supporting, at least in his case; but the taste was unmatched. He savored a largish bite while his lips curled in a half smile. Once he’d swallowed though,
“I’ve never been too good at rules but you’re welcome to try.”
The girl could certainly two-step. Ambrose blinked in confusion at what she’d said. It might be better if he could see it written out and go over it again. Slowly the meaning came to him, not so much in the words but in the blush.
Her blush, however, held an incomparable fascination for him and it was difficult for Ambrose to get his mind back on the conversation, but he managed.
“Sort of like locking the barn door after the horse has bolted? Is it safe to assume the horse has taken off at this point though?”
A new drink was discreetly left on the table and Ambrose waited, oddly patient, for confirmation.
“I’ve never been too good at rules but you’re welcome to try.”
The girl could certainly two-step. Ambrose blinked in confusion at what she’d said. It might be better if he could see it written out and go over it again. Slowly the meaning came to him, not so much in the words but in the blush.
Her blush, however, held an incomparable fascination for him and it was difficult for Ambrose to get his mind back on the conversation, but he managed.
“Sort of like locking the barn door after the horse has bolted? Is it safe to assume the horse has taken off at this point though?”
A new drink was discreetly left on the table and Ambrose waited, oddly patient, for confirmation.
Ysabel
18 years ago
It was about that point that Ysabel made a mental note to herself - subtlety and Ambrose didn't really mix well. By her standards she had been almost embarrassingly blunt. Ambrose had different standards, apparently. That might take some getting used to, on both ends, but for the most part it was more funny than anything else.
She dipped her head to him in a nod. "I suppose you could put it that way," she agreed.
Fortunately they had horses as a common ground. She would have to brush up on her equine metaphors.
Ysabel took another dainty bite of her salad and did her best to hide the fact that her date's lack of positive response to this new revelation was making her slightly nervous. Perhaps she had been too forward after all.
"If that doesn't suit you then perhaps we can rein the horse in after all," she said with a little laugh. She certainly didn't want to make him uncomfortable; although she was fairly certain she and the human were on the same wavelength, there was always the possibility that she was entirely mistaken. She was normally adept enough at reading people though, that she would be surprised to be so wholly off the mark.
She dipped her head to him in a nod. "I suppose you could put it that way," she agreed.
Fortunately they had horses as a common ground. She would have to brush up on her equine metaphors.
Ysabel took another dainty bite of her salad and did her best to hide the fact that her date's lack of positive response to this new revelation was making her slightly nervous. Perhaps she had been too forward after all.
"If that doesn't suit you then perhaps we can rein the horse in after all," she said with a little laugh. She certainly didn't want to make him uncomfortable; although she was fairly certain she and the human were on the same wavelength, there was always the possibility that she was entirely mistaken. She was normally adept enough at reading people though, that she would be surprised to be so wholly off the mark.
Ambrose
18 years ago
Once again, Ambrose was slightly lost. However, he realized that they had both been saying the same thing, but she’d simply misunderstood him. Of course, that’s what he got for trying to talk in code. It was always easier to just say what you meant.
“I say we let the horse out of the barn, he takes up a lot of room and its much nicer with just two people in there.”
He half frowned as he continued to devour the steak. He was trying to remember why he didn’t eat often but he was also trying to read her and respond and be clever. He finally gave up.
“My dancing isn’t any better than my rule following. So let’s cut to the chase… and have your moot conversation. At the very least I’d like to take you out again.”
“I say we let the horse out of the barn, he takes up a lot of room and its much nicer with just two people in there.”
He half frowned as he continued to devour the steak. He was trying to remember why he didn’t eat often but he was also trying to read her and respond and be clever. He finally gave up.
“My dancing isn’t any better than my rule following. So let’s cut to the chase… and have your moot conversation. At the very least I’d like to take you out again.”
Ysabel
18 years ago
See previous note regarding subtlety. Ysabel was glad, however, that Ambrose had cut to the chase. She regarded him with well-hidden amusement, noting that any confusion he might be feeling was apparently being taken out on the poor hapless steak on his plate. Well enough; it was beyond caring.
She also didn't point out the obvious flaw in discussing boundaries with a self-professed rulebreaker. Ambrose was tackling the issue like a man on a mission, and it was fairly endearing. She felt guilty about not knowing exactly how to approach the subject before; not having had much more than one or two dates with the same person in a hundred years had obviously caused her to lapse in her etiquette.
"At the very least, I would have to say yes," she replied with an uncharacteristically bashful smile. "At least once more. Perhaps even twice."
She also didn't point out the obvious flaw in discussing boundaries with a self-professed rulebreaker. Ambrose was tackling the issue like a man on a mission, and it was fairly endearing. She felt guilty about not knowing exactly how to approach the subject before; not having had much more than one or two dates with the same person in a hundred years had obviously caused her to lapse in her etiquette.
"At the very least, I would have to say yes," she replied with an uncharacteristically bashful smile. "At least once more. Perhaps even twice."
Ambrose
18 years ago
There was a time for running headlong into the fray and a time to look sweet and innocent. Belle was proving to be a master of sweet and innocent and he found the suddenly shy smile cute, endearing, and… tempting. He wondered how long she’d stay shy, because if things kept going this way (and she’d indicated they could) he’d be pushing his boundaries soon.
On the other hand, though, something about her looked so young right there and fragile. Ambrose had to wonder if he could really do this, have a relationship with a human. Humans were delicate, the wrong bite and the were drained dry, they grew old, they couldn’t necessarily handle an enthusiastic vampire as proven by a few ‘missing’ groupies he had been acquainted with.
It was a good thing his dinner was already dead because Ambrose was taking most of his thoughts out on it. For Belle though he smiled, quite pleased with himself and threw caution to the wind.
“More than twice would be good too you know. If it’s a good bet once it’s a good bet again.”
He managed a near boyish charm as he pushed his luck. This was as close as he could get to asking for… well… an… an understanding.
On the other hand, though, something about her looked so young right there and fragile. Ambrose had to wonder if he could really do this, have a relationship with a human. Humans were delicate, the wrong bite and the were drained dry, they grew old, they couldn’t necessarily handle an enthusiastic vampire as proven by a few ‘missing’ groupies he had been acquainted with.
It was a good thing his dinner was already dead because Ambrose was taking most of his thoughts out on it. For Belle though he smiled, quite pleased with himself and threw caution to the wind.
“More than twice would be good too you know. If it’s a good bet once it’s a good bet again.”
He managed a near boyish charm as he pushed his luck. This was as close as he could get to asking for… well… an… an understanding.
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel thought she was doing justice to her salad, for someone who rarely ever ate. The topic of conversation had thrown her off a bit but Ambrose's words had been reassuring. Still, she couldn't help but take it one step further.
"I was taught never to gamble," she said, "but I happen to have an inside tip on this... and it's a sure bet."
Maybe she could do this modern dating thing after all. There was just as much dancing involved, apparently, as there had been five hundred years ago. The only difference was that it didn't necessarily end with a binding marriage contract. As it was though, it seemed she and Ambrose were in agreement on the topic of seeing each other regularly, which in Ysabel's mind meant they would be seeing no one else on the side. She was neither naive enough to think that didn't happen in this age, nor jaded enough by her past years to assume that it would.
All in all though, it still left her wondering... was she now Ambrose's girlfriend? Could a six hundred year old vampire be someone's girlfriend? The idea made her smile. She would have to remember not to act beyond her years... at least until the possible time as she felt comfortable telling Ambrose who, and what, she really was.
"I was taught never to gamble," she said, "but I happen to have an inside tip on this... and it's a sure bet."
Maybe she could do this modern dating thing after all. There was just as much dancing involved, apparently, as there had been five hundred years ago. The only difference was that it didn't necessarily end with a binding marriage contract. As it was though, it seemed she and Ambrose were in agreement on the topic of seeing each other regularly, which in Ysabel's mind meant they would be seeing no one else on the side. She was neither naive enough to think that didn't happen in this age, nor jaded enough by her past years to assume that it would.
All in all though, it still left her wondering... was she now Ambrose's girlfriend? Could a six hundred year old vampire be someone's girlfriend? The idea made her smile. She would have to remember not to act beyond her years... at least until the possible time as she felt comfortable telling Ambrose who, and what, she really was.
Ambrose
18 years ago
Her confirmation was a rather mixed blessing. Well it wasn’t like he hadn’t made excuses for what humans would consider odd habits before, and he’d do it again. He’d just have to be very careful with her.
“Getting up in the morning is a gamble but it makes life worth living.”
He was off to a great start, he’d almost said getting up in the evening rather than morning.
Well she had her job to keep her busy during the day and early evening and if her clothing was any indication it was nearly and obsession with Belle, so perhaps he’d be off the hook for those hours.
Would he let her in on his more unique dietary requirements and resulting limitations? Ambrose wasn’t sure and he didn’t feel like sorting it out right now either. For now he’d enjoy her company and come to terms with things later.
“But I’ve always liked a sure thing.”
“Getting up in the morning is a gamble but it makes life worth living.”
He was off to a great start, he’d almost said getting up in the evening rather than morning.
Well she had her job to keep her busy during the day and early evening and if her clothing was any indication it was nearly and obsession with Belle, so perhaps he’d be off the hook for those hours.
Would he let her in on his more unique dietary requirements and resulting limitations? Ambrose wasn’t sure and he didn’t feel like sorting it out right now either. For now he’d enjoy her company and come to terms with things later.
“But I’ve always liked a sure thing.”
Ysabel
18 years ago
Clearing things up a bit made Ysabel that much more relaxed. She wasn't too stubborn to admit it when she liked someone, so knowing that Ambrose really did return her interest made her quite happy. He seemed just fine with her little oddities, and whatever else popped up later they would take care of, she was sure.
She was making excellent progress on eating her entire dinner, something she hadn't been sure she could even do, but the discussion and the need for her to keep her hands occupied rather than fidgeting nervously had kept her sipping at her soup and nibbling at her salad until most of it was gone.
"I would hate to let you down," she replied, giving Ambrose another little impish grin. "I suppose I shall just have to go on being predictable so you don't lose any bets over me."
A simple enough task; Ysabel was, if nothing else, predictable. It had its advantages however.
She was making excellent progress on eating her entire dinner, something she hadn't been sure she could even do, but the discussion and the need for her to keep her hands occupied rather than fidgeting nervously had kept her sipping at her soup and nibbling at her salad until most of it was gone.
"I would hate to let you down," she replied, giving Ambrose another little impish grin. "I suppose I shall just have to go on being predictable so you don't lose any bets over me."
A simple enough task; Ysabel was, if nothing else, predictable. It had its advantages however.
Ambrose
18 years ago
“Some unpredictability would be OK… I suppose you could talk me into it.”
He went to cute more meat a realized there wasn’t any more. He taken a few token bites of the vegetables but really had no interest in them and now they held no interest at all.
“I’m sure you could surprise me and not let me down. As for losing bets well some times that’s fun.”
Ambrose was playing now. He wasn’t quite working on double meanings but at least one and a half. Having established a certain level of exclusivity, he, of course, continued to ‘clarify’ a few things. Fortunately being in a rather ritzy and less than private spot kept him in line, at least somewhat.
He went to cute more meat a realized there wasn’t any more. He taken a few token bites of the vegetables but really had no interest in them and now they held no interest at all.
“I’m sure you could surprise me and not let me down. As for losing bets well some times that’s fun.”
Ambrose was playing now. He wasn’t quite working on double meanings but at least one and a half. Having established a certain level of exclusivity, he, of course, continued to ‘clarify’ a few things. Fortunately being in a rather ritzy and less than private spot kept him in line, at least somewhat.
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel laughed softly; Ambrose's moods were quickly becoming one of her favorite things about him. She had never known anyone more mercurial. What had seemed to be confusion and mild frustration was now back to playfulness.
She could certainly play along; dancing around truths with double meanings was definitely a strength of hers and now that they seemed to have established the fact that, if not exactly a steady couple, they were both willing to experiment in that territory, she was comfortable going back to doing so.
"I am sorry to say I've never been known for being unpredictable. I've always been the reliable constant one. Somewhat boring, I admit, but perhaps you could learn to live with it." The last few words lilted upwards as if she were questioning him. At this point, though, she really didn't need an answer as to whether or not he was interested in her and only her. Ysabel was fairly sure he felt the same as her at this point.
His views on losing bets opened up a whole new realm of possibilities, and Ysabel was both glad and sorry at the same time that they weren't in a more private place. She did lean forward, however, and raise her eyebrows at him. "I can't see you as the type who loses bets easily, or intentionally. What kind of bet could possibly inspire you to lose it and have fun at the same time?"
Relief and happiness at their apparent agreement led her to be a bit more mischievous than she might normally have been, but she was comfortable around Ambrose and in this case, she wasn't necessarily unprepared, or unwilling, to follow through with any promises she made.
She could certainly play along; dancing around truths with double meanings was definitely a strength of hers and now that they seemed to have established the fact that, if not exactly a steady couple, they were both willing to experiment in that territory, she was comfortable going back to doing so.
"I am sorry to say I've never been known for being unpredictable. I've always been the reliable constant one. Somewhat boring, I admit, but perhaps you could learn to live with it." The last few words lilted upwards as if she were questioning him. At this point, though, she really didn't need an answer as to whether or not he was interested in her and only her. Ysabel was fairly sure he felt the same as her at this point.
His views on losing bets opened up a whole new realm of possibilities, and Ysabel was both glad and sorry at the same time that they weren't in a more private place. She did lean forward, however, and raise her eyebrows at him. "I can't see you as the type who loses bets easily, or intentionally. What kind of bet could possibly inspire you to lose it and have fun at the same time?"
Relief and happiness at their apparent agreement led her to be a bit more mischievous than she might normally have been, but she was comfortable around Ambrose and in this case, she wasn't necessarily unprepared, or unwilling, to follow through with any promises she made.
Ambrose
18 years ago
“Or you could learn to deal with slightly unpredictable.”
From the sound of things, it was possible they’d have more to learn from each other than just your standard human vampire relationship. That was, of course, assuming there was a standard human vampire relationship. He was apparently out of his mind, or maybe he was just being unpredictable. It was hard to say.
Ambrose looked slightly like a schoolboy caught in the girl’s locker room. Now how had the subject of him losing bets come up and were there any socially/date acceptable stories he could tell? It was the date acceptable part that was hard. If nothing else between the Wild West and the rock and roll scene he’d always been… adventurous.
“I never set out to lose but under the right circumstances, with the right stakes and it does all depend on who you’re playing with, losing isn’t that bad.”
There was that one time up in Seattle where he’d wound up… Ambrose let that thought die, Belle probably wouldn’t appreciate the story. Rather than dwell on his past he turned it to the future and included Belle.
“But I get the feeling you could inspire me to lose a few bets.”
From the sound of things, it was possible they’d have more to learn from each other than just your standard human vampire relationship. That was, of course, assuming there was a standard human vampire relationship. He was apparently out of his mind, or maybe he was just being unpredictable. It was hard to say.
Ambrose looked slightly like a schoolboy caught in the girl’s locker room. Now how had the subject of him losing bets come up and were there any socially/date acceptable stories he could tell? It was the date acceptable part that was hard. If nothing else between the Wild West and the rock and roll scene he’d always been… adventurous.
“I never set out to lose but under the right circumstances, with the right stakes and it does all depend on who you’re playing with, losing isn’t that bad.”
There was that one time up in Seattle where he’d wound up… Ambrose let that thought die, Belle probably wouldn’t appreciate the story. Rather than dwell on his past he turned it to the future and included Belle.
“But I get the feeling you could inspire me to lose a few bets.”
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel couldn't quite fathom the expression on Ambrose's face. What exactly was it that caused him to look... somewhat out of sorts? She didn't want to push; she wouldn't ask. It looked like she and Ambrose would have ample time to discuss the past. She did want to hear all about him, short as his life was thus far.
However, at the moment, losing bets was not the topic she'd wanted to focus on. Tossing a stray lock of hair over her shoulder, she gave Ambrose a far more sultry smile than she had thus far.
"This is one bet I am very much hoping you don't lose," she said.
They had finished dinner, and Ysabel was uninterested in dessert save the man sitting across from her, although she knew it was too early in the relationship for such things. How would she manage to explain it if she invited him home and things got heated? How did one explain the fangs that were apt to pop out when emotions were high?
She gave a soft sigh. Clearly, she would have to seriously consider telling Ambrose what she was. Once she knew more about him, confirmed that his character was as good as she thought it was.
However, at the moment, losing bets was not the topic she'd wanted to focus on. Tossing a stray lock of hair over her shoulder, she gave Ambrose a far more sultry smile than she had thus far.
"This is one bet I am very much hoping you don't lose," she said.
They had finished dinner, and Ysabel was uninterested in dessert save the man sitting across from her, although she knew it was too early in the relationship for such things. How would she manage to explain it if she invited him home and things got heated? How did one explain the fangs that were apt to pop out when emotions were high?
She gave a soft sigh. Clearly, she would have to seriously consider telling Ambrose what she was. Once she knew more about him, confirmed that his character was as good as she thought it was.
Ambrose
18 years ago
“But if I lose you win. That can’t be too bad can it?”
Ambrose smiled suggestively. He was very tempted to take her home, but with his only accommodations being the Manor that wasn’t a wise idea. That and taking her home would lead to heart to heart conversation, although he might be able to command her to forget it. He didn’t want to do that to her any surrender from her he wanted to keep and wanted her to remember.
Not relishing the idea of leaving, but also aware they, no he, needed to put the breaks on soon he sat back simply enjoying the view.
“Coffee, desert? Or did you need to get going?”
It had been relatively short notice for a date. It also just hit him he had no idea how she’d gotten to the Piazza, he didn’t think she had a car. If that was the case at least he’d get to drive her home.
Ambrose smiled suggestively. He was very tempted to take her home, but with his only accommodations being the Manor that wasn’t a wise idea. That and taking her home would lead to heart to heart conversation, although he might be able to command her to forget it. He didn’t want to do that to her any surrender from her he wanted to keep and wanted her to remember.
Not relishing the idea of leaving, but also aware they, no he, needed to put the breaks on soon he sat back simply enjoying the view.
“Coffee, desert? Or did you need to get going?”
It had been relatively short notice for a date. It also just hit him he had no idea how she’d gotten to the Piazza, he didn’t think she had a car. If that was the case at least he’d get to drive her home.
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel nodded her head in acknowledgement of the benefits of winning said bet. The smile hadn't faded from her face completely, not since they'd met in the lobby.
Declining coffee and dessert, she lifted her shoulders gently. Ysabel actually had nowhere else to be that night but with Ambrose; however, the niceties must still be observed and as much as she would have liked to invite him back home with her she couldn't very well do so unless prepared to confess all.
"I shouldn't be up too very late tonight," she lied instead. "I have a busy day ahead of me tomorrow. I may have to adjust myself to your musicians' hours if we keep seeing each other this way." Ysabel thanked whatever fates had arranged that; Ambrose's line of work often kept him up and about quite late, so it suited him to see her after most humans would have gone to bed.
"I walked here; it's a lovely night. I don't mind walking home, and I certainly wouldn't be opposed to company."
She wasn't about to invite herself along in his truck, even though it had been fun to ride in before. Ysabel wasn't sure Ambrose would want to walk all the way back to her condo either. She didn't mind walking home alone if that's what it came down to, but she would prefer riding back with him if it meant more time in his company.
Declining coffee and dessert, she lifted her shoulders gently. Ysabel actually had nowhere else to be that night but with Ambrose; however, the niceties must still be observed and as much as she would have liked to invite him back home with her she couldn't very well do so unless prepared to confess all.
"I shouldn't be up too very late tonight," she lied instead. "I have a busy day ahead of me tomorrow. I may have to adjust myself to your musicians' hours if we keep seeing each other this way." Ysabel thanked whatever fates had arranged that; Ambrose's line of work often kept him up and about quite late, so it suited him to see her after most humans would have gone to bed.
"I walked here; it's a lovely night. I don't mind walking home, and I certainly wouldn't be opposed to company."
She wasn't about to invite herself along in his truck, even though it had been fun to ride in before. Ysabel wasn't sure Ambrose would want to walk all the way back to her condo either. She didn't mind walking home alone if that's what it came down to, but she would prefer riding back with him if it meant more time in his company.
Ambrose
18 years ago
Bastard historical society. Personally he thought she was wasted showing a bunch of snotty nosed brats around. Her time would be much better used if he were involved. But still wanting to further the relationship he didn’t push too hard and signaled for a check, even if he was disappointed she had to leave.
“The hours are pretty easy, dark to dawn doesn’t even seem to matter what style I’m playing. I think we might all turn to dust if the sunlight hit us.”
Except for him, he would smolder and burn and it wouldn’t be pleasant.
He also wouldn’t hear of her walking home by herself. Actually he was shocked she’d walked her at all. If he’d known he would have picked her up or sent a cab.
“It’s a bit of a walk back to your place. Why don’t I give you a ride?”
“The hours are pretty easy, dark to dawn doesn’t even seem to matter what style I’m playing. I think we might all turn to dust if the sunlight hit us.”
Except for him, he would smolder and burn and it wouldn’t be pleasant.
He also wouldn’t hear of her walking home by herself. Actually he was shocked she’d walked her at all. If he’d known he would have picked her up or sent a cab.
“It’s a bit of a walk back to your place. Why don’t I give you a ride?”
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel chuckled at the idea of Ambrose turning to dust in the sunlight. "You don't look as if that would be the case," she said as she took in the tone of his skin, which gave lie to the statement that he never saw the sun. It was several shades darker than hers. He obviously found the time to be outside at some point.
She wasn't going to turn down the offer of a ride from him. Perhaps it was shameless but she didn't even hesitate at the offer. Especially as it was exactly what she'd been hoping for.
"I'd love a ride," she said as he settled the bill. Then she smiled as she remembered the last time he'd given her a ride home, from the ballgame.
When she stood and moved around the table with him, she took his hand rather than his arm, lacing her fingers with his.
"Drive slowly," she said, standing on her toes to whisper it in his ear.
She wasn't going to turn down the offer of a ride from him. Perhaps it was shameless but she didn't even hesitate at the offer. Especially as it was exactly what she'd been hoping for.
"I'd love a ride," she said as he settled the bill. Then she smiled as she remembered the last time he'd given her a ride home, from the ballgame.
When she stood and moved around the table with him, she took his hand rather than his arm, lacing her fingers with his.
"Drive slowly," she said, standing on her toes to whisper it in his ear.
Ambrose
18 years ago
“Well maybe dust is a slight exaggeration.”
He conceded gracefully, she was after all, quite right.
It was nice of her to accept the offer, but sort of expected too. After the discussion they’d just had he’d have been very worried if she –didn’t- want to ride back with him.
The check and tip were quickly resolved and he began grinning, slightly stupidly, when she took his hand. It was the first time he hadn’t offered but rather she had taken the initiative. When she whispered to him Ambrose knew it was going to be a very long drive home.
Doing what he should have when he first arrived he bent to kiss her, lightly formally, but on the lips.
“I can even get us lost if you’d like.”
He returned quietly as the valet brought his truck up.
He conceded gracefully, she was after all, quite right.
It was nice of her to accept the offer, but sort of expected too. After the discussion they’d just had he’d have been very worried if she –didn’t- want to ride back with him.
The check and tip were quickly resolved and he began grinning, slightly stupidly, when she took his hand. It was the first time he hadn’t offered but rather she had taken the initiative. When she whispered to him Ambrose knew it was going to be a very long drive home.
Doing what he should have when he first arrived he bent to kiss her, lightly formally, but on the lips.
“I can even get us lost if you’d like.”
He returned quietly as the valet brought his truck up.
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel enjoyed the feeling of sliding her small, soft hand into Ambrose's broader, rougher one. She squeezed gently, turning her face up to him when he touched his lips softly to hers.
Something somewhere melted, dripping down to the vicinity of her toes.
"I think I already am," she murmured as Ambrose's truck rolled up beside them.
As he opened the door for her, beating the valet to the task, Ysabel stepped up into the cab, cheating a bit with her skirts once again, and almost laughed at the image they must make; she in her decidedly 'retro' clothing and her knight in shining Ford.
As Ambrose slid into the driver's seat, she sidled over just a bit closer. Forget propriety for just a little while, she told herself. It's too short a ride not to enjoy.
((ooc: Permission to move Ambrose))
Something somewhere melted, dripping down to the vicinity of her toes.
"I think I already am," she murmured as Ambrose's truck rolled up beside them.
As he opened the door for her, beating the valet to the task, Ysabel stepped up into the cab, cheating a bit with her skirts once again, and almost laughed at the image they must make; she in her decidedly 'retro' clothing and her knight in shining Ford.
As Ambrose slid into the driver's seat, she sidled over just a bit closer. Forget propriety for just a little while, she told herself. It's too short a ride not to enjoy.
((ooc: Permission to move Ambrose))