Shay's disappointment in herself lasted a scant few seconds, before being replaced by relief. With all she'd planned for the evening she guessed choosing the movie should have been her task as well, but couldn't help but be thankful when Dayle made the decision.
Following the road marked for the particular movie...Night at the Museum...Shay found the drive in was only about half full. Finding a place in front of the snack bar, she parked close enough to have the bathrooms be convenient, but far enough away so the lights, and noises wouldn't disturb them. Or so she hoped. Having no memory of ever being at a drive in left all her choices to chance, but in the worst case scenario, she guessed it wouldn't be too difficult to move if the spot they were in turned out to be a poor one.
Turning on the car radio, to the station indicated, sounds from the theater filtered in, and matched up with the slides being shown on the huge screen the car faced. At the moment, because the movie hadn't started yet, what they saw was mostly advertisements for local businesses, along with some movie trivia questions, and little snapshot biographies of different actors. If she had been there by herself, she might have found the information entertaining, but for now she ignored it completely.
"Jujubes? That sounds like some Aztec Indian tribe, though I'm sure that can't be what they are...?"
The word was a funny one, and Shay had to wonder if perhaps it was some English slang, or something totally different.
Reaching beneath the seat, and pulling up the lever, Shay slid her seat back as far as it would go, and gestured to Dayle to do the same. The little Volkswagon had remarkable leg room when the seats were slid back all the way. Fortunate for them both, no one was in the back seat to suffer.
Twisting around to the back seat next, she grabbed two blankets, and placed one in both Dayle's lap, and the other on her own. While she wasn't the least bit cold yet, chances were good she might become so before the evening was over.
"Shall we eat now, or...I think we have about twenty minutes before the movie is supposed to start."
'Night at the Museum': Not a first choice
Dayle looked over the movie choices as Shay paid for their parking spot at Nachton's new drive-in. She'd heard of them, of course, but never had the opportunity to visit one. Heyday or not, she thought they were a rather shady establishment, but upon seeing the newly constructed, grand opening vista of the Park and Nature Preserve's new 'theatre' she was willing to change her mind.
The only movie on the marquee, though, seemed to be 'Night at the Museum' starring Ben Stiller. Casting her thoughts about, she tried to remember which movie of his she'd seen first - 'Zoolander' or 'Something About Mary' - but she definately knew then that she didn't like his 'antics.' Antics which were duplicated and overstretched in 'Meet the Parents' and 'Fockers'. He was funny sometimes... but she couldn't help but wonder how badly he would butcher this obvious kids' movie. Feeling a bit disappointed that her first 'movie-date' 'date' with Shay would be a Ben Stiller movie, she glanced over at the blonde in the driver's seat and realized...
The movie didn't matter. It was the company that mattered. The tiny voice in her head spoke up and said, 'Hey, you might even enjoy it. Open your mind, you nit. You're almost dating a woman, after all.' She smiled, and relaxed her thoughts. This was going to be fun, dammit, even if she had to ignore the irksome actor.
A plastic brochure was thrust at her from across the seat; its poorly designed layout was laden with pictures and badly color-matched food descriptions. Blinking twice, she let her perception take over her vision and was able to actually read the extremely dark page, just before Shay accelerated from the 'box office' into a lit area. Squeaking in surprise as the words on the page virtually jumped out at her, Dayle cleared her throat and looked over at Shay.
"They have jujubees!"
Shay
17 years ago
Dayle
17 years ago
"Jujubes are a various flavored hard candy. It's almost like eating tar candy. But it's quite delicious. Do you want some? I want to get a box."
Dayle looked down between her legs, then took the blanket from Shay. "Let me run to the ladies' first, then the snack bar... Do you want anything? Popcorn? Soda? Twizzlers? I can't think of anything else at the moment but if something sparks your interest let me know. But I want to get them early so we don't have to wait in line mid-movie, if that's alright."
Dayle's hand rested on the door handle as she waited for Shay's response. "We can save the snacks for after our meal."
Dayle looked down between her legs, then took the blanket from Shay. "Let me run to the ladies' first, then the snack bar... Do you want anything? Popcorn? Soda? Twizzlers? I can't think of anything else at the moment but if something sparks your interest let me know. But I want to get them early so we don't have to wait in line mid-movie, if that's alright."
Dayle's hand rested on the door handle as she waited for Shay's response. "We can save the snacks for after our meal."
Shay
17 years ago
Tar candy? Wow...didn't that sound appetizing? Not.
"No, you go ahead, I've got enough food back there to invite people in for. I might try one of your's later. "
Shay considered going with Dayle, but had no needs to be taken care of outside of the car, and didn't want to lock everything up while they were gone. Plus, while Dayle was gone, Shay could prepare a few things, and have them ready before the movie started. Initially she supposed she'd have to stick to the pretense of watching the movie, and hope she could distract Dayle not too awfully long into it.
Then, right before Dayle moved to get out of the car, Shay grabbed her arm, and bent herself over the short distance that separated them. Giving Dayle a kiss, not nearly long enough, but more than a peck, Shay then released the blond, and grinned.
" But hurry, k?"
"No, you go ahead, I've got enough food back there to invite people in for. I might try one of your's later. "
Shay considered going with Dayle, but had no needs to be taken care of outside of the car, and didn't want to lock everything up while they were gone. Plus, while Dayle was gone, Shay could prepare a few things, and have them ready before the movie started. Initially she supposed she'd have to stick to the pretense of watching the movie, and hope she could distract Dayle not too awfully long into it.
Then, right before Dayle moved to get out of the car, Shay grabbed her arm, and bent herself over the short distance that separated them. Giving Dayle a kiss, not nearly long enough, but more than a peck, Shay then released the blond, and grinned.
" But hurry, k?"
Dayle
17 years ago
"You'll have to, they're quite good!"
The brief kiss made Dayle smile, and she nodded at Shay's request. Sliding out, she closed the door behind her, then re-opened the door and pulled her purse from in front of her seat. "Might need this," she claimed, and closed the door again with a wink.
Making her way to the ladies' room, she quickly relieved herself. She realized she hadn't gone but once that day, and with all the tea she'd been drinking, the evening was weighing in on her bladder. Primping her hair just a little, she tugged at her shirt to straighten it and picked off a couple stray hairs, then made kissy motions into the mirror before heading out to the snack bar.
The line was short; a young boy stood in front of her and ordered what sounded like one of every box of candy. The register girl's eyes lit up; the kid's total was over sixty dollars. "Bloody hell," Dayle mumbled under her breath. She couldn't imagine his escorts to the movie would be quite happy with that.
Ordering a box of jujubes and some raisinets, she shrugged at the girl's funny look and question about her accent. "Purely British, my dear. We can't all have a sugar-coated money accent like that little boy previous, no?" She grinned and gathered some napkins and a couple straws just in case. Picking up her boxes, she found her way back to the Volkswagen.
She saw Shay being industrious and sorting things out of the basket as she passed the driver's side on her way to the passenger door.
The brief kiss made Dayle smile, and she nodded at Shay's request. Sliding out, she closed the door behind her, then re-opened the door and pulled her purse from in front of her seat. "Might need this," she claimed, and closed the door again with a wink.
Making her way to the ladies' room, she quickly relieved herself. She realized she hadn't gone but once that day, and with all the tea she'd been drinking, the evening was weighing in on her bladder. Primping her hair just a little, she tugged at her shirt to straighten it and picked off a couple stray hairs, then made kissy motions into the mirror before heading out to the snack bar.
The line was short; a young boy stood in front of her and ordered what sounded like one of every box of candy. The register girl's eyes lit up; the kid's total was over sixty dollars. "Bloody hell," Dayle mumbled under her breath. She couldn't imagine his escorts to the movie would be quite happy with that.
Ordering a box of jujubes and some raisinets, she shrugged at the girl's funny look and question about her accent. "Purely British, my dear. We can't all have a sugar-coated money accent like that little boy previous, no?" She grinned and gathered some napkins and a couple straws just in case. Picking up her boxes, she found her way back to the Volkswagen.
She saw Shay being industrious and sorting things out of the basket as she passed the driver's side on her way to the passenger door.
Shay
17 years ago
After noticing Dayle was no longer in Shay's vision, she blinked and realized she'd been staring after the woman as she walked towards the building. She also acknowledged that said woman had a very nice ass, and way of walking.
Shaking herself out of her daydream, Shay tilted her seat back, to give her better access to the coolers, and picnic basket. Since there really wasn't much to do, besides dole out the food, and drink, she mainly popped open two beers, and then arranged the cartons of food to enable easy dishing, once Dayle returned.
As it turned out, Dayle really wasn't gone very long, and Shay was ready when the car door opened, and her pretty friend again sat down next to her.
"Good timing! So...here you go..."
One bottle of icy beer was handed to Dayle, and Shay took a sip of the remaining one in her hand. Sticking the bottle in the cup holder closest to her seat, Shay then held a heavy duty paper plate, with a napkin, plastic fork and knife rolled up on it, to Dayle.
"I reallllly, hope you like all this stuff, and will have to trust you to let me know how authentic it is, but I found an English pub on the internet, and they happen to be located in Nachton. You've probably already been there...the Lancashire? Well anyway, they say their food is the real thing, and I wasn't sure if you might be a little homesick for this kind of food...plus I don't recall ever having anything like it before..."
Excited about the prospect of giving Dayle something she might not get too often, Shay's face was as animated as her speech.
"We have...Pie and Mash, with parsley liquor..." Which Shay had been told was basically a minced meat pie with mashed potatos on top, and then accompanied with a bright green liquid gravy of sorts that she had been assured was non-alcoholic, and quite tasty. "Bangers and mash..." More mashed potatos, but this time with sausages. "Fish and chips..." And again with the potatos, but this time in the form of french fries.
"You Brits do like your potatos, don't you?" Laughing Shay continued, a little shocked to see just how much food she had managed to get packed into the cooler, which was a misnomer for tonight, since the larger chest was acting more as a warmer, and the smaller chest was the one that held ice and beverages.
"Lastly we have yorkshire pudding, which isn't my idea of pudding, but I did say I would try a little of everything tonight...marmite, and biscuits, and some other assorted sides. Dig in, but leave room for dessert!"
Shaking herself out of her daydream, Shay tilted her seat back, to give her better access to the coolers, and picnic basket. Since there really wasn't much to do, besides dole out the food, and drink, she mainly popped open two beers, and then arranged the cartons of food to enable easy dishing, once Dayle returned.
As it turned out, Dayle really wasn't gone very long, and Shay was ready when the car door opened, and her pretty friend again sat down next to her.
"Good timing! So...here you go..."
One bottle of icy beer was handed to Dayle, and Shay took a sip of the remaining one in her hand. Sticking the bottle in the cup holder closest to her seat, Shay then held a heavy duty paper plate, with a napkin, plastic fork and knife rolled up on it, to Dayle.
"I reallllly, hope you like all this stuff, and will have to trust you to let me know how authentic it is, but I found an English pub on the internet, and they happen to be located in Nachton. You've probably already been there...the Lancashire? Well anyway, they say their food is the real thing, and I wasn't sure if you might be a little homesick for this kind of food...plus I don't recall ever having anything like it before..."
Excited about the prospect of giving Dayle something she might not get too often, Shay's face was as animated as her speech.
"We have...Pie and Mash, with parsley liquor..." Which Shay had been told was basically a minced meat pie with mashed potatos on top, and then accompanied with a bright green liquid gravy of sorts that she had been assured was non-alcoholic, and quite tasty. "Bangers and mash..." More mashed potatos, but this time with sausages. "Fish and chips..." And again with the potatos, but this time in the form of french fries.
"You Brits do like your potatos, don't you?" Laughing Shay continued, a little shocked to see just how much food she had managed to get packed into the cooler, which was a misnomer for tonight, since the larger chest was acting more as a warmer, and the smaller chest was the one that held ice and beverages.
"Lastly we have yorkshire pudding, which isn't my idea of pudding, but I did say I would try a little of everything tonight...marmite, and biscuits, and some other assorted sides. Dig in, but leave room for dessert!"
Dayle
17 years ago
Dayle took the beer from Shay, its cool cylinder tempting her to quench her thirst, but the fast exuberance of the driver's voice drew her attention more solidly. She took the plate from the younger woman and listened to the rather thoughtful rambling. At first she was tempted to say 'no', that she wasn't homesick for her homeland's food... but after a moment's thought and hearing the assorted items Shay'd brought, she realized that she actually was honestly missing her home's varied menu.
Except bangers. "Potatoes have been one of the more popular dietary staples for the British Isles for some three hundred years. Before that, they weren't always available or even widely known. And with all the different ways to prepare them that have been conjured up... And how easy they are to grow... Why change a good thing?"
Dayle set her plate and cutlery on the dash, then took hold of Shay's plate. She filled it carefully with an assortment of pie and mash, a pair of bangers, and a few bits of fish and chips. She handed it back to Shay saying, "If there's anything you don't like, let me know, I'll finish it." Her voice dropped as she eyed the long, thin cylinders of the bangers. "Except the bangers. I'm sorry," she whispered to herself, "I've just never enjoyed them."
Except bangers. "Potatoes have been one of the more popular dietary staples for the British Isles for some three hundred years. Before that, they weren't always available or even widely known. And with all the different ways to prepare them that have been conjured up... And how easy they are to grow... Why change a good thing?"
Dayle set her plate and cutlery on the dash, then took hold of Shay's plate. She filled it carefully with an assortment of pie and mash, a pair of bangers, and a few bits of fish and chips. She handed it back to Shay saying, "If there's anything you don't like, let me know, I'll finish it." Her voice dropped as she eyed the long, thin cylinders of the bangers. "Except the bangers. I'm sorry," she whispered to herself, "I've just never enjoyed them."
Shay
17 years ago
Before Shay could serve Dayle, Dayle took the plates and did the honors herself. Shay didn't object, figuring Dayle knew what she was doing, and took her own plate when it was piled high with food.
"I do also have a thermos of the red stuff too...for now, or later. I had some shortly after I woke up today, so I won't be really hungry again for some time. But I didn't want you to think I forgot. The idea of walking out among the cars, and finding someone to supplement did have a little appeal, but I chucked that idea in favor of comfort, and having that time for more fun things."
Shay again raised her eyebrows in jest, though she wasn't joking at all. She hoped Dayle didn't come to think that she had a one tracked mind...even if she did, sort of.
But Shay's attitude towards sex really wasn't any different than her attitude towards anything else. She still had such a thirst for knowledge, and experience, that she even got excited by trips to the market, or deli...or to have her hair cut, or teeth cleaned. Nothing seemed too trivial to her...too insignificant, and she approached everything with the same gusto.
In all honesty though, she had decided somethings were a lot more fulfilling than others, and she eagerly included sex in that category.
Taking a bite of everything once, Shay concluded the potatos were yummy, the bangers were less so, but not unappetizing, the Yorkshire pudding was a bit odd, and the Marmite...well there were no words Shay could find to describe how utterly awful it was.
Thrusting her biscuit, slathered in Marmite, towards Dayle, Shay covered her mouth with her other hand and spit the contents of her mouth there.
"Ugh, holy shite but that is disgusting!"
Grabbing her beer, Shay nearly finished the bottle before she had effectively removed the nasty taste from her tongue.
"Why would anyone think that tasted good?"
Eyes big as saucers, Shay watched Dayle, hoping for an agreeing nod, and some legitimate explanation to support the sale of the horribly, salty paste.
"I do also have a thermos of the red stuff too...for now, or later. I had some shortly after I woke up today, so I won't be really hungry again for some time. But I didn't want you to think I forgot. The idea of walking out among the cars, and finding someone to supplement did have a little appeal, but I chucked that idea in favor of comfort, and having that time for more fun things."
Shay again raised her eyebrows in jest, though she wasn't joking at all. She hoped Dayle didn't come to think that she had a one tracked mind...even if she did, sort of.
But Shay's attitude towards sex really wasn't any different than her attitude towards anything else. She still had such a thirst for knowledge, and experience, that she even got excited by trips to the market, or deli...or to have her hair cut, or teeth cleaned. Nothing seemed too trivial to her...too insignificant, and she approached everything with the same gusto.
In all honesty though, she had decided somethings were a lot more fulfilling than others, and she eagerly included sex in that category.
Taking a bite of everything once, Shay concluded the potatos were yummy, the bangers were less so, but not unappetizing, the Yorkshire pudding was a bit odd, and the Marmite...well there were no words Shay could find to describe how utterly awful it was.
Thrusting her biscuit, slathered in Marmite, towards Dayle, Shay covered her mouth with her other hand and spit the contents of her mouth there.
"Ugh, holy shite but that is disgusting!"
Grabbing her beer, Shay nearly finished the bottle before she had effectively removed the nasty taste from her tongue.
"Why would anyone think that tasted good?"
Eyes big as saucers, Shay watched Dayle, hoping for an agreeing nod, and some legitimate explanation to support the sale of the horribly, salty paste.
Dayle
17 years ago
Pinching her brows momentarily, Dayle wasn't sure if she was believing her ears; was Shay really joking about sex? Was that two moments of innuendo? Nahhh.
She watched with a pleased expression as Shay tasted her way through the mounds upon her plate. Then the younger woman reached for the biscuit... Dayle drew her lips in between her teeth as she saw Shay thrust a mouthful of biscuit slathered in Marmite into her mouth... Then quickly reached out for the biscuit before it hit console or seat as the disgusted Shay spat her mouthful into her hand and guzzled beer. "Actually, I think it's quite delicious. It's almost like beer jelly, if you like licking the bottom of the beer keg, that is. And well, I enjoy it. I'm sorry you don't, though. If there's anything you need me to describe before you get totally disgusted by the mouthful, let me know. You, uhm," Dayle pointed at Shay's hand which was dripping the brown concoction, "have Marmite dripping from your hand."
She watched with a pleased expression as Shay tasted her way through the mounds upon her plate. Then the younger woman reached for the biscuit... Dayle drew her lips in between her teeth as she saw Shay thrust a mouthful of biscuit slathered in Marmite into her mouth... Then quickly reached out for the biscuit before it hit console or seat as the disgusted Shay spat her mouthful into her hand and guzzled beer. "Actually, I think it's quite delicious. It's almost like beer jelly, if you like licking the bottom of the beer keg, that is. And well, I enjoy it. I'm sorry you don't, though. If there's anything you need me to describe before you get totally disgusted by the mouthful, let me know. You, uhm," Dayle pointed at Shay's hand which was dripping the brown concoction, "have Marmite dripping from your hand."
Shay
17 years ago
Able to keep her distaste for the foul goo to a couple of short coughs, Shay couldn't stop her nose from wrinkling up.
"I suppose that's the problem then...I never did acquire a taste for the bottom of a beer keg."
Toying with the idea of putting her hand to Dayle's lips, yearning to feel them on her body again, Shay didn't. Instead she wiped off the brownish paste with a napkin, and vowed to pursue her idea later.
Giggling, Shay continued eating and found that overall the food was pretty good. If anything, from what she had on her plate before her was truly indicative of British fair, she guessed it was all slightly on the bland side.
"It's funny, don't you think, how countries so close in proximity, have such different tastes. I mean, I'm no connoisseur, but England and Spain aren't that far in distance from each other, and Spanish food seems to have so much more spiciness to it. Then French food, or the little I've had, has been considerably different as well."
Shay shook her head, finding the variances really rather interesting.
Watching Dayle as she ate, Shay was curious to know more about her sexy friend. At least for now, in reference to Dayle's feelings towards Shay. There had to be some sort of affection involved...and Shay felt safe in thinking Dayle didn't find her repulsive, but was there really much attraction on the other woman's part? Before too much dissection of feelings could be entered into, the previews began flashing on the screen ahead, and Shay redirected her view to include them. She didn't turn completely towards the images, but she did give Dayle a bit of rest from her intense gaze.
Having had her fill of the food, Shay reached for the plastic trash bag she'd remembered to include, and opened it up to devour her garbage. An unexpected belch was gracefully caught before it became too audible, and Shay followed it with another gulp of beer, sure to give her a repeat performance of the burp sometime later. The cold liquid was just too delicious to ignore though, in favor of manners. Besides, she was learning that people didn't always just do what their bodies wanted, but found ways to 'properly' hide those functions in favor of propriety.
Debating on whether or not she should serve the food she and Dayle 'needed' to survive, Shay opted to wait. One of her goals tonight, aside from having fun, was to try and have a 'normal' evening. Though her concept of normal was a bit skewed, having come from seeing Ginnie, and Alec together, and what she had seen on television, Shay still had her ideas on the subject. Whether her ideas turned out to be absurd or not remained to be seen.
"I suppose that's the problem then...I never did acquire a taste for the bottom of a beer keg."
Toying with the idea of putting her hand to Dayle's lips, yearning to feel them on her body again, Shay didn't. Instead she wiped off the brownish paste with a napkin, and vowed to pursue her idea later.
Giggling, Shay continued eating and found that overall the food was pretty good. If anything, from what she had on her plate before her was truly indicative of British fair, she guessed it was all slightly on the bland side.
"It's funny, don't you think, how countries so close in proximity, have such different tastes. I mean, I'm no connoisseur, but England and Spain aren't that far in distance from each other, and Spanish food seems to have so much more spiciness to it. Then French food, or the little I've had, has been considerably different as well."
Shay shook her head, finding the variances really rather interesting.
Watching Dayle as she ate, Shay was curious to know more about her sexy friend. At least for now, in reference to Dayle's feelings towards Shay. There had to be some sort of affection involved...and Shay felt safe in thinking Dayle didn't find her repulsive, but was there really much attraction on the other woman's part? Before too much dissection of feelings could be entered into, the previews began flashing on the screen ahead, and Shay redirected her view to include them. She didn't turn completely towards the images, but she did give Dayle a bit of rest from her intense gaze.
Having had her fill of the food, Shay reached for the plastic trash bag she'd remembered to include, and opened it up to devour her garbage. An unexpected belch was gracefully caught before it became too audible, and Shay followed it with another gulp of beer, sure to give her a repeat performance of the burp sometime later. The cold liquid was just too delicious to ignore though, in favor of manners. Besides, she was learning that people didn't always just do what their bodies wanted, but found ways to 'properly' hide those functions in favor of propriety.
Debating on whether or not she should serve the food she and Dayle 'needed' to survive, Shay opted to wait. One of her goals tonight, aside from having fun, was to try and have a 'normal' evening. Though her concept of normal was a bit skewed, having come from seeing Ginnie, and Alec together, and what she had seen on television, Shay still had her ideas on the subject. Whether her ideas turned out to be absurd or not remained to be seen.
Dayle
17 years ago
"You'd be surprised what people might do, just to try something new," Dayle commented, shrugging with an innocent smile on her face. Replacing the cap on the Marmite bottle she shrugged at Shay's comment about spices. "Spices cost money. Salt is cheap and abundant in Britain. So, most of our dishes use salt, or nothing much at all. And what with those dishes so ingrained in the collective consciousness... They've become a mainstay. There's also the occasional argument that folks who've spent their whole lives eating bland, who then do eat spicy food, their digestive systems may not be able to handle the spice, so they abstain out of safety concerns. Or something."
She loaded up her plate to nearly match Shay's choices, minus the bangers. She watched the previews as she feasted in relative silence, aware of the constant examination Shay seemed to be giving her. The trailers for Spider-Man 3, 300, assorted various kids' movies, and Transformers rolled by. Dayle went to stab one last chip before the movie began and she discovered first that her plate was empty, and second that she was thirsty. She reached for the center console just as Shay did; the backs of their hands brushed as the older vampire wrapped her hand around the neck of her bottle. Winking at the younger woman, she leaned back in her seat as she raised the bottle to her lips to sip. Catching herself from taking a sip as she heard Shay's belch, she commented, "Good one," and downed a mouthful of beer.
She loaded up her plate to nearly match Shay's choices, minus the bangers. She watched the previews as she feasted in relative silence, aware of the constant examination Shay seemed to be giving her. The trailers for Spider-Man 3, 300, assorted various kids' movies, and Transformers rolled by. Dayle went to stab one last chip before the movie began and she discovered first that her plate was empty, and second that she was thirsty. She reached for the center console just as Shay did; the backs of their hands brushed as the older vampire wrapped her hand around the neck of her bottle. Winking at the younger woman, she leaned back in her seat as she raised the bottle to her lips to sip. Catching herself from taking a sip as she heard Shay's belch, she commented, "Good one," and downed a mouthful of beer.
Shay
17 years ago
The 'Spider Man 3' preview was very intriguing to Shay, but more from the standpoint of having such powers rather than the overall story.
She had yet to bring forth her own personal new discovery, to share with Dayle, and get the blond woman's reaction. Back and forth she toyed with different ways of exhibiting the talent, but nothing seemed...natural. Knowing she could do something contrived anytime, she kept thinking of a subtle way to introduce her telekinesis as a topic for the evenings discussions.
Reaching for her beer, Shay felt Dayle's smooth skin brush her own, preceded by a small electrical type shock. Managing not to give into the 'knee jerk reaction' to pull away immediately, Shay waited for Dayle to remove her own beer, before Shay raised her's to her lips.
"Sorry for that..." She threw out casually, when Dayle commented on the burp. "I'm doing a little better than before, don't you think?"
Dayle's feelings and opinions were as important to Shay as those of Ginnie, and Alec, even if there wasn't another person on earth she considered as important in her life. Then again, it wasn't like Shay had a whole entourage of friends, or people around her. For the most part she lead a rather solitary life these days, and sometimes was curious to know if she'd been like this in her earlier life. Fortunately for Shay, she didn't dwell on what was before, aside from a very few random questions that popped up a couple times a month.
Draining the last from her current bottle of beer, Shay, without thinking, called forth another cold bottle from the cooler. As she turned to put the empty into the trash bag, the full one floated across the small expanse of air between the back seat and Shay's hand, and was promptly grasped. Somewhat distracted by Dayle, the previews, and her own thoughts, Shay didn't realize what had happened, as she unscrewed the cap, and took another drink.
"That Spider Man movie looks fun...maybe we can come back again later and see it?"
She had yet to bring forth her own personal new discovery, to share with Dayle, and get the blond woman's reaction. Back and forth she toyed with different ways of exhibiting the talent, but nothing seemed...natural. Knowing she could do something contrived anytime, she kept thinking of a subtle way to introduce her telekinesis as a topic for the evenings discussions.
Reaching for her beer, Shay felt Dayle's smooth skin brush her own, preceded by a small electrical type shock. Managing not to give into the 'knee jerk reaction' to pull away immediately, Shay waited for Dayle to remove her own beer, before Shay raised her's to her lips.
"Sorry for that..." She threw out casually, when Dayle commented on the burp. "I'm doing a little better than before, don't you think?"
Dayle's feelings and opinions were as important to Shay as those of Ginnie, and Alec, even if there wasn't another person on earth she considered as important in her life. Then again, it wasn't like Shay had a whole entourage of friends, or people around her. For the most part she lead a rather solitary life these days, and sometimes was curious to know if she'd been like this in her earlier life. Fortunately for Shay, she didn't dwell on what was before, aside from a very few random questions that popped up a couple times a month.
Draining the last from her current bottle of beer, Shay, without thinking, called forth another cold bottle from the cooler. As she turned to put the empty into the trash bag, the full one floated across the small expanse of air between the back seat and Shay's hand, and was promptly grasped. Somewhat distracted by Dayle, the previews, and her own thoughts, Shay didn't realize what had happened, as she unscrewed the cap, and took another drink.
"That Spider Man movie looks fun...maybe we can come back again later and see it?"
Dayle
17 years ago
"Shay, you don't have to apologize for a normal bodily function. While society may frown upon a woman visibly or audibly engaging in them, they do exist, and while I certainly might not enjoy watching you having a belching contest every year for the last United game, funny though it would be... You don't have to apologize for them in front of me. Then again, it can be said that there is a time and place for them. You wouldn't want to rip a stink while dancing or at a party. I don't mind them, to a point." Dayle frowned at her own words. "I think I may be contradicting myself, actually. Anyway, I believe my point is, don't apologize for them when it's just you and me. A simple 'excuse me' may suffice, but if you happen to let loose a belch that sounds as relieving as that one did, especially considering how fresh you are to British food, then I just may compliment it."
Dayle began rambling a little. "Of course, Ginnie might disagree, so you may be better getting tips from her. But I've said my piece." Dayle placed her now-empty bottle in the cup holder and mostly focused on the screen, saving some of her attention to look at Shay from the corner of her eye. She watched as Shay drained her own bottle and half wished she could easily reach the icebox to get her another; while it would have been easy if she were to actually turn around, she was entirely too comfortable to move. Her eyes widened when she saw the bottle slowly traversing the gap between the seats. Furrowing her brow, she remembered she had just turned six hundred sixteen... Far too young, she recalled from her research, to be developing a fourth ability.
Or was she? Blinking once or twice, she responded to Shay's question. "Certainly, but 'later' means 'May'." A sudden wave of self-deprecation flowed over Dayle. Muttering under her breath, "Who knows if you'll be able to stand an old fuddy duddy like me for four more months?"
Dayle began rambling a little. "Of course, Ginnie might disagree, so you may be better getting tips from her. But I've said my piece." Dayle placed her now-empty bottle in the cup holder and mostly focused on the screen, saving some of her attention to look at Shay from the corner of her eye. She watched as Shay drained her own bottle and half wished she could easily reach the icebox to get her another; while it would have been easy if she were to actually turn around, she was entirely too comfortable to move. Her eyes widened when she saw the bottle slowly traversing the gap between the seats. Furrowing her brow, she remembered she had just turned six hundred sixteen... Far too young, she recalled from her research, to be developing a fourth ability.
Or was she? Blinking once or twice, she responded to Shay's question. "Certainly, but 'later' means 'May'." A sudden wave of self-deprecation flowed over Dayle. Muttering under her breath, "Who knows if you'll be able to stand an old fuddy duddy like me for four more months?"
Shay
17 years ago
Communication with Dayle seemed to be a slightly rough spot with Shay, for a couple reasons, and tonight was serving to drive them home.
She had apologized for the burp, but really hadn't been terribly concerned with how Dayle perceived it. It was polite to respond in such a situation, and that was all Shay had been trying to do...be polite.
She did feel a little relieved when Dayle didn't seem to mind though. To say Dayle was a paradox, was pretty accurate in Shay's mind. Having proper English wrappings often seemed to contradict what Shay might expect the cute blond to say or do. For Shay's sake, she did feel grateful that Dayle wasn't the stereotypical stuffy Brit, otherwise, she was pretty sure they never would have gotten as close as they had. Shay was still a bit too rough around the edges to pass for anyone with true decorum. She was trying to learn these things, as fast as possible, but because she was still so new to the world, the amount she had to learn often became overwhelming. There was just no way she could cram years of knowledge, and experiences into just a few days or weeks.
Then, as if a lightbulb went off over her head, Shay's lips curled into a nearly imperceptible smile. Had she just detected a glimmer of surprise in Dayle, when she'd called forth the beer? The movie was starting now, but Shay had momentarily lost interest.
"Now you're just being silly...there is nothing old looking about you, and a little duddiness can be compensated for easily."
Trying to convey her most seductive look now, Shay kept her eyes focused on Dayle's. Fortunately in the darkness of the drive-in, enough 'night light' filtered into the car to allow her to still see the pretty woman next to her rather well.
"Can I get you another beer?"
And before Dayle had a chance to answer, Shay floated another bottle from the cooler, this time to hover before Dayle's chest, eye level.
She had apologized for the burp, but really hadn't been terribly concerned with how Dayle perceived it. It was polite to respond in such a situation, and that was all Shay had been trying to do...be polite.
She did feel a little relieved when Dayle didn't seem to mind though. To say Dayle was a paradox, was pretty accurate in Shay's mind. Having proper English wrappings often seemed to contradict what Shay might expect the cute blond to say or do. For Shay's sake, she did feel grateful that Dayle wasn't the stereotypical stuffy Brit, otherwise, she was pretty sure they never would have gotten as close as they had. Shay was still a bit too rough around the edges to pass for anyone with true decorum. She was trying to learn these things, as fast as possible, but because she was still so new to the world, the amount she had to learn often became overwhelming. There was just no way she could cram years of knowledge, and experiences into just a few days or weeks.
Then, as if a lightbulb went off over her head, Shay's lips curled into a nearly imperceptible smile. Had she just detected a glimmer of surprise in Dayle, when she'd called forth the beer? The movie was starting now, but Shay had momentarily lost interest.
"Now you're just being silly...there is nothing old looking about you, and a little duddiness can be compensated for easily."
Trying to convey her most seductive look now, Shay kept her eyes focused on Dayle's. Fortunately in the darkness of the drive-in, enough 'night light' filtered into the car to allow her to still see the pretty woman next to her rather well.
"Can I get you another beer?"
And before Dayle had a chance to answer, Shay floated another bottle from the cooler, this time to hover before Dayle's chest, eye level.
Dayle
17 years ago
"Aye, with lots of rope, tape, and glue?" Dayle winked once at Shay, and noticed the intense gaze the woman was giving her. Her face was lowered slightly, and she seemed to be looking up at Dayle through her eyelashes. Arching a brow, she quickly squashed an impulse to make a kissy face at Shay and turn back to the movie when a simple question was answered as immediately as it was asked.
Taking the floating beer, she tilted the neck at her companion and was about to pop it open, when she held it out to Shay. "Very good control, for having discovered it so soon, but..." Dayle had an idea. "Very good. Do you think you could open it, too please?" "Hopefully without shattering the bottle."
Taking the floating beer, she tilted the neck at her companion and was about to pop it open, when she held it out to Shay. "Very good control, for having discovered it so soon, but..." Dayle had an idea. "Very good. Do you think you could open it, too please?" "Hopefully without shattering the bottle."
Shay
17 years ago
Shay wanted to pout, and she also wanted to punch Dayle in the arm, but did neither.
Apparently Dayle's age equated to a lot more experiences than Shay was aware of, and when she handled Shay's new talent with such aplomb Shay was frustrated to no end.
The name Killjoy came to mind.
Sighing, having not received the reaction she'd hoped for, Shay took the bottle from Dayle's hands, and unscrewed the cap. Handing it back, she turned towards the movie, and settled back, arms crossed over her chest.
Okay, so she was going to pout. Nothing about the evening was turning out as she'd planned, and she was feeling a little peeved.
Apparently Dayle's age equated to a lot more experiences than Shay was aware of, and when she handled Shay's new talent with such aplomb Shay was frustrated to no end.
The name Killjoy came to mind.
Sighing, having not received the reaction she'd hoped for, Shay took the bottle from Dayle's hands, and unscrewed the cap. Handing it back, she turned towards the movie, and settled back, arms crossed over her chest.
Okay, so she was going to pout. Nothing about the evening was turning out as she'd planned, and she was feeling a little peeved.
Dayle
17 years ago
About to thank Shay for her opening of the bottle, the Brit saw the sudden change in her companion's demeanor. Dayle's brow furrowed as a sudden hammer of realization pounded the searing cedar stake of shame into her chest. Not only had she nearly completely ruined the plans Shay'd made for that night, but here she was not even reacting in any way other than to test the control the young vampire had over her new-found ability.
Sighing to herself, she set her beer in the cupholder, and bringing her hands to her face, covered her cheeks and eyes for a moment before turning to look at Shay. "I'm sorry, Shay... It's just that, a lot of this is new to me, though admittedly even moreso to you, so I suppose I can't use that as a good excuse but..."
Dayle's brow furrowed as she tried to find out more information from Shay. "When did you discover it? Were you with anyone? Were you alone? I've always been extremely curious to know how it works, moving things with one's mind, what does it feel like? How do you do it?" She sincerely was curious about it, the inquisitiveness slowly overlaying her shame about not reacting positively towards the revelation. She just hoped Shay wouldn't clam up due to the two original problems Dayle had caused.
Sighing to herself, she set her beer in the cupholder, and bringing her hands to her face, covered her cheeks and eyes for a moment before turning to look at Shay. "I'm sorry, Shay... It's just that, a lot of this is new to me, though admittedly even moreso to you, so I suppose I can't use that as a good excuse but..."
Dayle's brow furrowed as she tried to find out more information from Shay. "When did you discover it? Were you with anyone? Were you alone? I've always been extremely curious to know how it works, moving things with one's mind, what does it feel like? How do you do it?" She sincerely was curious about it, the inquisitiveness slowly overlaying her shame about not reacting positively towards the revelation. She just hoped Shay wouldn't clam up due to the two original problems Dayle had caused.
Shay
17 years ago
Dayle's hand movements caught Shay's attention, from the corner of her eye. When the apology then came forward, Shay felt immediately contrite.
Sure Shay had needed, and wanted to be with Dayle tonight, for her own pleasure, but she truly wanted to give Dayle a nice evening's pleasure as well. Now her childish behavior seemed to have nearly ruined things.
Ignoring the movie again, Shay pulled her right leg up onto the seat, and turned, taking Dayle's hands in hers.
"Please don't apologize...that was rude of me, to spring all this on you tonight. First I barrel into your office, and nearly kidnap you, and then I expect you to go all goofy crazy over silly parlor tricks. You don't need an excuse for being who you are, and if I didn't like that Dayle, I wouldn't be sitting in the car with her now."
Unconsciously Shay's brows furrowed along with Dayle's. She wasn't sure if Dayle was really interested in hearing the details, or just trying to make up for her earlier lack of excitement. Shay accepted Dayle's interest at face value though, preferring it over being ignored.
"It all came out rather suddenly, when I was out training with Ginnie, last. Unfortunately my first experience was less than stellar. We were in a pretty seedy bar, and I'd gone to the lady's room. When I came out I saw someone who looked to be up to something nefarious, and I was afraid Ginnie might get hurt. It was all rather instinctive, and happened so fast, I'm still not sure exactly how I did it...except that one minute I was afraid, and of a mind to protect my mother, and the next second the man's head was connecting with the wall."
Shay released Dayle's hands, and placed her own across her cheeks and eyes, much the way Dayle had done to herself. While she thought Dayle's action had been more of frustration, Shay's was more of embarrassment. That her cheeks were warm confirmed she had probably been blushing as well. When she lowered her hands to her lap, she picked up the story.
"Anyway, Ginnie got me out of the bar before anyone could retaliate, and that was that. Ever since then I've been practicing a lot, but tonight's demonstration was still a lucky chance. I mean, just as often as I try to move something to a specific place, it ends up falling short, or overshooting. And one time I tried to get a soda from the fridge, only to have it explode all over the kitchen floor...I think my mental grip was too forceful that time."
Sitting up a bit straighter now, and no longer feeling neglected, Shay considered each of Dayle's questions, and responded as honestly as she could.
"Ginnie can do it too, you know? It's like maybe somehow I inherited the ability...but you'd have to ask her how it works...I really never asked her about that. I was too shocked to find I could do anything like that, to wonder. Mostly I've been playing with it."
Shay giggled, but didn't stop talking.
"And I am getting better...it really is like learning something new...the more I practice, the better I get. Then too, I really need to concentrate well, or thats when things go a bit haywire."
A small shrug later, now feeling a bit pompous, Shay sat and waited for Dayle to comment on all she'd told her.
Sure Shay had needed, and wanted to be with Dayle tonight, for her own pleasure, but she truly wanted to give Dayle a nice evening's pleasure as well. Now her childish behavior seemed to have nearly ruined things.
Ignoring the movie again, Shay pulled her right leg up onto the seat, and turned, taking Dayle's hands in hers.
"Please don't apologize...that was rude of me, to spring all this on you tonight. First I barrel into your office, and nearly kidnap you, and then I expect you to go all goofy crazy over silly parlor tricks. You don't need an excuse for being who you are, and if I didn't like that Dayle, I wouldn't be sitting in the car with her now."
Unconsciously Shay's brows furrowed along with Dayle's. She wasn't sure if Dayle was really interested in hearing the details, or just trying to make up for her earlier lack of excitement. Shay accepted Dayle's interest at face value though, preferring it over being ignored.
"It all came out rather suddenly, when I was out training with Ginnie, last. Unfortunately my first experience was less than stellar. We were in a pretty seedy bar, and I'd gone to the lady's room. When I came out I saw someone who looked to be up to something nefarious, and I was afraid Ginnie might get hurt. It was all rather instinctive, and happened so fast, I'm still not sure exactly how I did it...except that one minute I was afraid, and of a mind to protect my mother, and the next second the man's head was connecting with the wall."
Shay released Dayle's hands, and placed her own across her cheeks and eyes, much the way Dayle had done to herself. While she thought Dayle's action had been more of frustration, Shay's was more of embarrassment. That her cheeks were warm confirmed she had probably been blushing as well. When she lowered her hands to her lap, she picked up the story.
"Anyway, Ginnie got me out of the bar before anyone could retaliate, and that was that. Ever since then I've been practicing a lot, but tonight's demonstration was still a lucky chance. I mean, just as often as I try to move something to a specific place, it ends up falling short, or overshooting. And one time I tried to get a soda from the fridge, only to have it explode all over the kitchen floor...I think my mental grip was too forceful that time."
Sitting up a bit straighter now, and no longer feeling neglected, Shay considered each of Dayle's questions, and responded as honestly as she could.
"Ginnie can do it too, you know? It's like maybe somehow I inherited the ability...but you'd have to ask her how it works...I really never asked her about that. I was too shocked to find I could do anything like that, to wonder. Mostly I've been playing with it."
Shay giggled, but didn't stop talking.
"And I am getting better...it really is like learning something new...the more I practice, the better I get. Then too, I really need to concentrate well, or thats when things go a bit haywire."
A small shrug later, now feeling a bit pompous, Shay sat and waited for Dayle to comment on all she'd told her.
Dayle
17 years ago
"No no, it's my fault... I'm not usually one for surprises, really, at least not spontaneous ones. Or ones that come out of third base. Er. Left field. Sorry, I think I'm trying too hard to get my idioms down. Anyway... Your demonstration of your new ability was a surprise, to be sure, though probably not quite as much as it was to you."
Dayle listened intently to Shay's retelling of the events that lead up to the exposition of her new ability. "You did well, protecting both Ginnie and yourself, Shay. I feel just minutely envious of telekinetics, it seems like such a fun and useful talent. But I'm glad you discovered it, and utilized it so wonderfully. And it looks like you've got a bit of control already," she noted, picking up her bottle and sipping from it after tilting it at Shay.
She nodded with a smirk at the exploding soda; she remembered some of her sister's own early abortive attempts to use her ability. "Everything we discover we can do is at first instinctual, and then eventually controlled with practice and concentration. The more you play, the better control you'll gain. Then again, in an emergency, haywire may be exactly what the situation calls for!" Dayle pictured Shay's mental 'thrust' slamming her assailant's head against the wall with nary a thought. "Exactly as your dire straits situation led you to discover what you had."
Dayle sipped from her bottle again, and set it back down. "With two such useful abilities now, I can only imagine what you might end up with as you grow."
Dayle listened intently to Shay's retelling of the events that lead up to the exposition of her new ability. "You did well, protecting both Ginnie and yourself, Shay. I feel just minutely envious of telekinetics, it seems like such a fun and useful talent. But I'm glad you discovered it, and utilized it so wonderfully. And it looks like you've got a bit of control already," she noted, picking up her bottle and sipping from it after tilting it at Shay.
She nodded with a smirk at the exploding soda; she remembered some of her sister's own early abortive attempts to use her ability. "Everything we discover we can do is at first instinctual, and then eventually controlled with practice and concentration. The more you play, the better control you'll gain. Then again, in an emergency, haywire may be exactly what the situation calls for!" Dayle pictured Shay's mental 'thrust' slamming her assailant's head against the wall with nary a thought. "Exactly as your dire straits situation led you to discover what you had."
Dayle sipped from her bottle again, and set it back down. "With two such useful abilities now, I can only imagine what you might end up with as you grow."
Shay
17 years ago
Well, that did explain a lot, but Shay wished she had been more intuitive, and not needed Dayle's 'bonk' on her head to bring the whole 'surprise' matter to light. Of course the way Dayle reported the matter made Shay giggle just a little.
"Check...don't like spontaneous surprises. Next time I'll make sure you're well aware and have plenty of time to prepare for the surprise, before I spring it on you."
One pro for keeping the bug was the close proximity it gave the two front seats, and taking advantage of that, Shay bussed a peck on Dayle's nose. Even if she was a little put out about the failure of her evenings intentions, she didn't want Dayle to think it was her fault. Shay would just need to learn not to put so much expectation into her plans in the future.
At least Dayle appeared semi-impressed about the whole telekinesis ability. If she would only just accept the matter, and not feel the need to 'teach' Shay more about it. Shay still couldn't find fault with Dayle, since she assumed the reasons behind Dayle's coaching was because she cared. Unfortunately for Shay, she was less interested in being coached, and supported tonight, than she was in having fun...with Dayle.
"Wait a sec...what...two abilities? What have I got going for me besides the whole moving stuff about with my mind?"
Had she been doing something else for days or weeks, and not even been aware? And if so, who all knew about it besides Dayle?
"Check...don't like spontaneous surprises. Next time I'll make sure you're well aware and have plenty of time to prepare for the surprise, before I spring it on you."
One pro for keeping the bug was the close proximity it gave the two front seats, and taking advantage of that, Shay bussed a peck on Dayle's nose. Even if she was a little put out about the failure of her evenings intentions, she didn't want Dayle to think it was her fault. Shay would just need to learn not to put so much expectation into her plans in the future.
At least Dayle appeared semi-impressed about the whole telekinesis ability. If she would only just accept the matter, and not feel the need to 'teach' Shay more about it. Shay still couldn't find fault with Dayle, since she assumed the reasons behind Dayle's coaching was because she cared. Unfortunately for Shay, she was less interested in being coached, and supported tonight, than she was in having fun...with Dayle.
"Wait a sec...what...two abilities? What have I got going for me besides the whole moving stuff about with my mind?"
Had she been doing something else for days or weeks, and not even been aware? And if so, who all knew about it besides Dayle?
Dayle
17 years ago
"I know it doesn't make much sense, but there it is." Dayle knew it didn't make for easy spontaneity. But she knew it was better to have a bit of warning than to run out on a family member or her work. It was then, pondering her lack of appreciation for surprises, that she remembered the revelation of sorts she'd had that night watching Shay sleep. She'd stopped living her days, and instead was reacting to them as a grind, as a chore. While she didn't want to confuse Shay by reversing the thoughtfulness she'd just displayed by acceeding to Dayle's request for surpriselessness, she made a mental note to perhaps enact those same spontaneous moments upon the younger vampire instead.
Though Shay's quick, unexpected kiss to Dayle's nose did surprise her, and she simply arched a brow at the younger woman. Her lips twisted into a mischievous smirk as Shay interrogated her about her second ability. "Why, your ability to look at everything as if it is brand new, of course. I can't imagine what I would do if I discovered I were telekinetic. Though 'grabbing a beer' would be something to try... Maybe I'd fiddle with the shower controls, or power off someone's cell phone while driving. Open doors or the mail, or push the elevator button before I get near it and hope the doors open before I walk into them. Things like that."
Though Shay's quick, unexpected kiss to Dayle's nose did surprise her, and she simply arched a brow at the younger woman. Her lips twisted into a mischievous smirk as Shay interrogated her about her second ability. "Why, your ability to look at everything as if it is brand new, of course. I can't imagine what I would do if I discovered I were telekinetic. Though 'grabbing a beer' would be something to try... Maybe I'd fiddle with the shower controls, or power off someone's cell phone while driving. Open doors or the mail, or push the elevator button before I get near it and hope the doors open before I walk into them. Things like that."