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Post by Calli on Mar 20, 2006 16:08:11 GMT -5
Sare smirked at Aarons comment about the leather. She didn't remove her eyes from the road though, one arm idly hanging out the open window.
"I got this baby, when I was 18. As a graduation present. She hasn't failed me yet and I've yet to get into an accident."
She leaned forward slightly, glanced in her rear view mirror, then behind her, before turning on her turning signal and switching lanes.
Since I'm treating, why don't we go somewhere nice? Eh?" She glanced toward him long enough that he'd see the joking gleam in her eye.
After about twenty minutes of driving, She'd turn into a small parking lot, turn off the car and remove the key. Sare smiled at Aaron before removing her seatbelt and getting out of the car. She'd wait for him to get out before she'd press a button on her key-chain to bring up the top, windows and to lock the doors. Handy little device it was. Pocketing the keys, she led him toward the cafe. It was fairly nice for Blood Realm, but low for Sare.
She'd bring them to a table where a waitress immediately brought them menu's and asked for their drink selections.
"Diet Coke." She mumbled, looking over the menu. "Get what ya won't. Don't worry about price. I'll put it on my credit card, my parents can worry about it later."
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Clockworkchicken
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Post by Clockworkchicken on Aug 19, 2006 18:27:01 GMT -5
Aaron walked behind Sare with his hands in his pockets, and his eyes following Sare silently, though trailing down to his feet from time to time. When they got to the table, he seated himself with a eyewetting sigh. At the beverage question he muttered something like a 'double wiskey', though it could easilly make pass for a triple.
He then covered his head in his arms on the table, and sobbed.
"It's lik' an unritten rule. Dun't ne'er bind yer heart to anyone, 'specially a demon. It just dussn't fit in tha professien.
He moved his head up to Sare, almost in anger, but it wasn't aimed at her. His eyes were wet, but he managed to hold back the rivers.
"An' wen ye do, 't leaves a feggin' hole in yer heart when they die, I'll tell ye. An' I have te play mister feggin' cool guy, only te keep me own head calm."
He closed his eyes, and trusted his fist on the table in anger, followed by a stream of cursers, that were too strong accented to make out, even if he didn't mutter them. When he opened his eyes again, he turned his attention away from Sare, and stared out the window, leaning on his elbow.
"Jesus feggin' crist"
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