Dinner, and a room.(lock)
((This follows Sunday Shopping))
The cab pulled up the the hotel at two minutes to three. The valet came to open the door for them, as the cabbie popped the trunk. Meegan gave the man twice his fare for making it in record time. She took the hand of the valet and stood gracefully from the cab. Rachyl emerged with a smile. The man shut the door and began to pull shopping bags from the trunk. Meegan and Rachyl walked through the door being held by a well appointed doorman.
"Miss Masters?"
Meegan turned to find the smooth voiced man before her. She smiled genuinely at him and held out her hand. He took it, bowed over it and made a kissing noice at her knuckles. She with drew her hand.
"Your room is almost ready, Miss Masters. Which of your things did you wish laundered?"
"The things in the DKNY and Frenerick's bags."
"It will be my pleasure. I will have the rest of your things sent up to your room."
"Thank you, Reagan." As they'd spoken she'd pulled a bill from her purse and pressed it into his hand as he shook hers. She wrapped an arm around Rachyl's shoulder and they headed to the restraunt, the maitre'd was waiting to show them to a back corner table.
"Look over the menu at least. I'm kind of leaning toward the lobster bisque and shrimp alfredo." She said, as she glanced at the menu.
Even to her own ears, Rachyl realized she sounded like a back-woods hick, which, in all honesty, she knew she was. Just one with rapidly growing tastes. "I sound like a hick," she said, disappointment coloring her tone.
"Lamb is good, but between it and chicken marsala I'd choose the chicken. Lamb is one of those things you have at dinner parties and ignore any other time."
Whispering quietly, she locked Meegan's gaze with hers, "Thank you for helping to expose me to all these new things."
The waiter returned again to take their order. Meegan ordered for the both of them, along with appropriate wine. She picked up her glass and drank of the crimson liquid with in. It was a good starter wine.
"What are we toasting to?"
She wanted the toast to be profound, but not cheesy...
"To... the cleansing of old wounds, and the first steps of many along the road of life away from them."
"That was a lovely toast, Rach."
Meegan studied Rachyl for a moment. The lines of her face were subtle and rounded, her eyes a dark green like those fine emeralds that spark blue in the right light. Her heart fluttered when she looked beyond those jewels. She saw a world filled with so many possiblities. Tonight could prove very interesting and she hoped she didn't say anything she might later need to betray.
Something in Meegan's eyes intrigued her; it was almost like a fountain of sparks began and took root inside those amazing orbs.
"Speaking of... And not to tarnish this moment, but I... I... want..." She licked her lips apprehensively, then mentally steeled herself. "I need to tell you about my other painful wound. How long do you think we have before the first course? Or should I wait til we get upstairs?"
"I'd say not long. We can wait until we are upstairs."
The man placed two steaming bowls of a smooth, thick, butter-colored, soup before them. Meegan put her napkin in her lap, and picked up her sppon.
She tipped the implement into the steaming liquid, blew lightly on it, and took it between her lips carefully, as it was still hot, even with her breath.
The tiny spoonful was almost an explosion of salt against her tongue, creamy and yet had a bite to it. Seafood flavor almost non-existent, instead it was a heady combination of the sweet succulence of lobster and the creamy butterness of the soup.
Their shopping bags had been arranged neatly on the floor at the foot of the bed, and four small baskets sat on the bed, wrapped in cellophane and large bows. Meegan rolled her eyes, somethings just seemed rediculous to her. She tipped the bell hop and went to remove the baskets to the bathroom.
Meegan poked her head out the door. "I ordered them."
"Oh."
Rachyl plopped down on a rather cushy, pale chair, and was about to lean over to undo her shoes, but realized - rather painfully - she was wearing a corset. "Help, I sat down and I can't get up! Or get my shoes off..."
"Better?"
"Thank you for everything today, Meegan. Thank you for being here for me."
"What do you say we get out these torture devices and into the yummy robes they have in this room? There should be drinks and snacks in the bar and you can tell me what you couldn't over dinner."
With out waiting for an answer, Meegan stepped behind Rachyl and loosened the laces of her bodice then helped get it off, before presenting her own back to her friend.