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Post by Peter Jones on Jun 21, 2017 7:39:28 GMT -6
It seemed that Peter wasn't the only one who had an idea to get Al out of trouble, as Lacie was now stumbling through the scene like some drunk kid. The appearance of her gave Peter the perfect opportunity to swing the brick down towards the dark-skinned man, creating an even bigger surprise to the people down below.
He saw Al immediately glance up and notice him on top of the roof. Waving his arm towards the street and away from the alley, he motioned for the raven-haired idiot to run before the burly guy could come back to his senses. Without a second's hesitation, Al jumped up, grabbing Lacie in the process, and ran in the opposite direction from the guy wielding the knife.
Not wasting any time himself, Peter reached into his pockets to discard the remaining bricks, happy to finally get rid of the added weight. He turned towards the faint sound of someone climbing up the next building over in time to see both Al and Lacie emerge onto the neighboring roof.
"Jump over, Gingersnap!" Al called over to him in an intense whisper. Stepping a little ways back and readying himself for the leap, Peter ran towards the edge of the concrete and jumped, barely clearing the other side as the distance between the two buildings was fairly wide.
"Tha' was to be our grandest con eve' an' ya kicked us ou' in o'ly fifteen minutes," Peter said with a sarcastic huff as he tried to catch his breath. He motioned for them to duck behind one of the vents just in case they were indeed pursued, steam escaping through the metal shaft and billowing out in a misty shroud around them. Reaching into the side pocket of his jacket underneath the lapel, Peter pulled out a wallet and flashed the two people next to him a tired but confident smile. "Bu' I did manage to snatch this off tha' one guy, along with a few others," he said with a smirk as he opened the tanned object. "'e probably shoulda watched 'is pockets while he was escortin' us ou'."
Squinting through the mist and the dark night of the sky, Peter reached in and pulled out what looked to be a drivers license with a name printed on the front: 'Ray Jackson'
"A Mr. Jackso', huh?" Peter whispered, raising an eyebrow. He returned the piece of paper back into the wallet and pulled out a considerable wad of cash, weighing the bills in his open palm. It was easily a hundred dollars in cash, probably more judging by the numbers that peeked out from some of the bills.
"Than' ya for yur generous contribution to the rag-a-muffins of Gatsberry, Sir!" Peter said with a wink as he deposited the money into his pocket and then, looking over the sign of the building to make sure the coast was clear, pitched the wallet down into the street below. The man would find it soon enough, although it would probably be in a much lighter weight than he would have liked. But it wasn't like Peter was gonna let the night go to waste, and the fact that Mr. Jackson's suit coat was wide open and easy for slipping his hand into the inside pocket was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
Breaking into a humored grin, Peter turned towards Al and Lacie, crouching low to the floor of the roof. He motioned his head playfully in the raven-haired boy's direction as he continued to speak. "Now we gotta ge' outta here befor' Coal Bin ove' here gets us into any more trouble."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2017 10:13:04 GMT -6
Cruella clicked her tongue upon Alexandria's remark, tilting her head to the side with some boredom stamped across it. Eventually, she let out a dry chuckle, nearly devoid of soul or any other regular emotion. She was not one who particularly enjoyed jokes at her expense, but for some reason, she tended to make Alex an exception. The bizarre young girl had proven herself to be quite an asset during the time she had worked for the former starlet, and indeed was someone she came to find to be a good worker, not to mention witty in the way she talked. Cruella herself was far out of the ordinary when it came to her outward appearance, so she was definitely more accepting of the peculiar or at least the uncommon, such as what Alex was, religously and...well, physically. In some ways, she had even thought of using the girl's odd condition and a means of expanding a new line of work. "So I see you have come here to grace the world with your presence too, yes? Or perhaps you came to get another glimpse of me." she bragged, holding her furcoat closer with a presumptuos smile, taking another deep puff of her long cigarette before exhaling the trademark green smoke she had come to be known for. "Even so, I have to say this is not half disappointing. I suppose we could get more lively, but what can I say? People are not as lively as they once were..."
Her smirk grew a bit upon noticing a familiar face on the distance, in the form of her newest assistant, whose fashion sense was severely bothering her. She understood the girl was going through heavy dificulties money wise, but lack of style was always grating to her. She would have to aid the girl in getting something more prim and pretty next time. "Alexandria, my dear." she suddenly muttered, pointing at the girl. "That young lady happens to serve me now, you see? Be a pet and get her so we can give her some decent company. Lord knows she needs to flesh herself out and I need to see something amusing." she mentioned with a shrug. Alex nodded along Cruella's words, keeping her drink at her lips. "Definitely to see you." And it wasn't entirely a lie. She was not at the party to grace the world with her presence but to aknowledge other people's. She coughed, as she usually did in the presence of that awful smell that her last and only employer carried around with her. She looked around for a while as the woman kept talking about the party, which she was not slightly interested in. She was interested in the various scenes happening around her. The drunks, specially the crazy. People taking their chances at mingling with the Marcello family, now having the right excuse. The party was grand, as well as the space. Somewhere she didn't see herlself coming back to unless she were invited. Or maybe in na event worth of her trouble, like this one, where most of the people of the town got together and showed more about themselves than they let on. Then she got pulled out of her thoughts by the sudden movement of Cruella's long appendix, following it's line of view and watching a seemingly very uncomfortable dark haired girl. "Amusing. Right."
With a sigh she made her way through the people and stopped at the girl's side. "Hey." She smiled and crossed arm to the opposite side to offer her hand as a greeting. "I'm Alexandria. Miss Vile thought we should meet." After a brief pause and turning her gaze to Cruella she added. "Any idea why?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2017 10:51:42 GMT -6
Dean raised his hand as he took yet another puff from the cigarette taken from her. Things tasted better when they belonged to someone else, it seemed. He could not help but grin as he rose to his feet, stretching out a bit before yawning and passing Evelyn her cigarette. Tilting his head to the side with a mischievous smile, he shrugged. "Don't get me wrong, but I'm not particularly interested about being surrounded by rich pricks just yet."
His hands being shoved deep into his fancy black trousers' pockets, Dean leaned his head back, taking a deep breath before shaking his head. He was being slightly unfair for denying Evie the party he had forced her to come to, so he deduced he should make an effort for her sake at least. "Alright, alright, let's go grab a drink. Last one to finish the cigarette pays , though." he jested, pointing at her cigarette, almost burned to its opposite tip before walking past her. Nudging the shoulder of one of the young men welcoming the guests to the party, the mob offered his arm to Evelyn, tilting his head to the side while looking at his librarian friend. "Would you honor me as my company or are we going in as poor lonely souls, this evening?"
She smiled and let the cigarette fall to step it down with her fancy shoe. "Then it better be me because you never pay for anything." She walked behind him as he made his way to the open doors. She had never seen so many people in the same place. And she had seen a few Italian parties, with the excessive members of the famiglia, and she still was impressed by the amount of new faces she saw. Gatsberry was really on the map, and people were starting to see it. She saw the occasional familiar face, but a lot of them were new and overly excited. Definitely new blood. With a smug smile, she locked her arm with Dean's. "Poor, maybe. Never lonely."She moved in, looking around to inspect the new hit place of the town. She had specifically asked Dean not to be inside during Don Korso's opening speech, and she was happy not to see any of the Marcello's. Except one of the daughters, playing her part as the center of attentions, as should be. "We need to get me, myself and I a drink. Or three,"
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 21, 2017 11:42:16 GMT -6
Dean walked inside with Evelyn along him, their arms locked together in a manner that made them seem like the most smug socialites that party had possibly ever seen. It was not every day that the world was graced with Irish/Italian attitude barging in to the biggest party in town. No matter what people saw or thought, it was genuinely amusing not caring every once in a while, and whenever it came to sticking around with Evelyn, Dean could usually act without a single concern in the world about how explicit he could be or how he could or should act.
He had noticed his librarian confidante had shown herself to feel rather uncomfortable and bothered by the very presence of the Marcello family, especially the patriarch of said family, so he guessed having taken his sweet time finishing that sweet ol' cigarette had worked out for the best for both of them. Right now, the two were ready to enjoy themselves. Well, Evie was, seeing how he had the unfortunate duty of needing to stay sober for the evening.
He figured Evelyn deserved for him to pay her something, seeing how he usually acted like such a pedestrian money grabber, rarely giving anything back and taking most for free. Lord knew Evie enjoyed a good drink, and what better way to compensate her than to make her enjoy herself in a party whose tertiary goal was to inebriate people per se?
Pressing his elbows on the counter of the bar, Dean threw his most casual smile at the waitress, raising three of his fingers. "Three Bee's Knees, a'ight?" he asked, raising a bill he had been keeping for occasions and turning to press his back against the counter eyeing Evelyn. "To the birds and the bees, o'librarian?" he teased with a playful grin as he awaited for their...her drinks.
Turning his attention to the sidelines for a few instances, Dean raised his eyebrows at the commotion around him and Evelyn, seeing most of the crime family focused around each other and what seemed to have been a ruckus brewing between familiar faces. Shaking his head, he focused on Evelyn again, smiling lightly again.
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Post by Asami Sato on Jun 21, 2017 11:43:41 GMT -6
Alex nodded along Cruella's words, keeping her drink at her lips. "Definitely to see you." And it wasn't entirely a lie. She was not at the party to grace the world with her presence but to aknowledge other people's. She coughed, as she usually did in the presence of that awful smell that her last and only employer carried around with her. She looked around for a while as the woman kept talking about the party, which she was not slightly interested in. She was interested in the various scenes happening around her. The drunks, specially the crazy. People taking their chances at mingling with the Marcello family, now having the right excuse. The party was grand, as well as the space. Somewhere she didn't see herlself coming back to unless she were invited. Or maybe in na event worth of her trouble, like this one, where most of the people of the town got together and showed more about themselves than they let on. Then she got pulled out of her thoughts by the sudden movement of Cruella's long appendix, following it's line of view and watching a seemingly very uncomfortable dark haired girl. "Amusing. Right."
With a sigh she made her way through the people and stopped at the girl's side. "Hey." She smiled and crossed arm to the opposite side to offer her hand as a greeting. "I'm Alexandria. Miss Vile thought we should meet." After a brief pause and turning her gaze to Cruella she added. "Any idea why?"Asami had been surprised when someone came to see her - the woman all but trying to be invisible at the party. A woman named Alexandria, who said Vile sent her before gesturing over her shoulder to Cruella. The older woman seemed far too amused by this. The young woman sighed. It seemed that even on her 'night off' she was still under Cruella's careful eyes. She knew she was going to be hearing about her 'dress choice' atnosium from her boss come the next time she was working.
"She probably takes some vindictive pleasure out of it." Asami commented dryly. "My name is Asami. It's nice to meet you."
She shook Alexandria's hand. It wasn't so bad that Cruella was meddling. Asami might have been bored otherwise. They both just happened to be in the unfortunate boat of being bossed around by Cruella. Then again, lots of people bowed to Cruella's whim simply because she told them to. The woman had influence and knew how to use it. She very well could have made Asami's life very difficult if she wanted to.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2017 12:05:24 GMT -6
Evelyn had left her cape at the entrance, and shrugged her shoulder feeling, or not feeling, the usual cover she had in her back. She stopped behind her date and kept looking around at the well dressed women and the drooling young men. Some of them actually trying to get the attention of a female who was probably not even looking for it. She was glad she had come with a man, or else she'd feel even more vulnerable than she already did in this sort of environment.
She smirked and half spun to look at Dean, who was ordering drinks. "Picking my poison for me, are we, now?" She turned her attention back at the party, following the man's gaze and letting her back hit the side of the bar. She would never be here if it weren't for his highness, the stubborn detective, so he was going to have to deal with her all night. And may the Lord bless his clients who were going to have to listen to her too. Or maybe not, it was easy to get her to sleep with a few drinks. At least it used to be.
She saw the drinks sliding across the counter on the other side of Dean, and she could very well let him get back to his senses and pass them to her. But she turned to press herself against the dark haired man and slide her hand under his arm. "Do you really want me to tell you about the birds and the bees?" she whispered softly, mostly mocking him for being so lost in the sea of faces and probably not paying any attention to her, and spun back to her initial position.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2017 12:31:58 GMT -6
She didn't doubt a word Asami said. She seemed too nice to be under Cruella's wings. "Nice to meet you." She didn't understand what could possibly interest the woman about their interaction. But it wouldn't hurt to make an acquaintance. "So, do you owe her or do you work for her? Or is it both?"
Alexandria got closer to the bar, closely behind them, and grabbed the recently served drinks of some poor, distracted soul. She offered one to Asami and exchanged her empty glass for he second. "One should never drink alone." With a soft smile, Alexandria turned her attention back to the blur it was the dance floor. It was starting to get late and nothing interesting had happened but the meeting with her former employer. And now her current employee.
She was sure this girl would hear it later about her dress. Knowing Cruella, everyone would hear about their dresses if they weren't perfect for the occasion. She'd strongly advise the dark haired girl to use the opportunity to complain about her paycheck, if she worked for the furry lady, or maybe a discount on her debt. It did work with Alexandria once. Cruella had a big heart if you knew where to poke it.
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 21, 2017 12:54:16 GMT -6
Dean became particularly serious for a while, focused on who was moving around them, and wondering just what kind of people came up to the mix in situations like this party. He had learned the hard way that alcohol helped people unleash portions of their true selves, so he was rather intrigued about the sort of information he'd go on catching amidst the snooping around and all the chit chat being exchanged throughout the evening. So long as he was not too close to big people for now, he felt he could be safe, something for which he knew he would have to thank Evelyn later. Even if it had not been his intention at all when inviting her to come along, he could not deny she was surely helping him blend in with the crowd and preventing him from trying to stick his nose in situations he did not need to.
He blinked when he heard Evelyn's oh so familiar voice take on a sweeter, more mellow tone as she whispered to his ear. Looking at her through the corner of his eye, he could not help but grin at her tone and the way she swayed back to her original position. It had been a big surprise, getting to have something as interesting as he had with Evelyn. Being casual and letting out witty remarks about the world around them seemed to be just enough most of the times, at least for the two of them. "Well, maybe I do." he replied with an eyebrow raised, his lips curving up into the shape of a grin as he gave a slow nod to his friend before poking her on her nose and passing her the glasses containing the sweet beverage.
Letting his eyes focus on what was ahead of him, Dean scratched the side of his face while looking forward, slightly curious. "I'm finding it odd that everything is going so well, you know? Usually by this time someone already did something really stupid..."
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Post by Phillip Kingston on Jun 21, 2017 12:57:45 GMT -6
Phillip got to arrive at the grand opening together with Anita only after Korso had held his speech and quite some people where already filling all parts of the place, thanks to some patients he had to take care of in the last minute. Apparently when it came to extra shifts and patients he was often the one having to take them. Point given though he was good and quick at his work and thanks to his side job for Korso also had to vanish every now and then from the hospital. When he then eventually had made his way home Anita was already waiting for him and was even pretty much done. Luckily Phillip mainly just had to change clothes which Anita had been nice enough to prepare for him and give himself a good but quick wash and then was already ready to go so the flatmates didn´t arrive too late for at least most of the rest of the fun.
The male even got to see a bit of Charlottes performance and wanted to approach the crown princess right after yet apparently someone else happened to catch her attention before him so he had decided to try to go for her later. First it was time then to get Anita and himself something to drink at the bar where they could dicuss what to do next.
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Post by Korso Marcello on Jun 21, 2017 13:13:54 GMT -6
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Korso led them to the ballroom and had his men yank some drunks from the bar to clear three seats for them. He tapped his finger on the wooden bar counter and was instantly greeted by a bar maiden. He ordered himself a Manhattan and asked Aurora and John to order whatever they liked. In the corner of his eye was Salvatore, sipping another drink at the end of the bar.
He flagged the bar maiden's attention back to him so he could inquire about the man's drink. When he learned it was a Pepsi, Korso frowned, almost feeling insulted. "If he orders another goddamn Pepsi, cut'em off." He never understood the fasicnation towards sugary drinks, but their rising popularity was a possible danger to the bootleg market. Why'd we even order that crap?
With a sigh, Korso turned to the dance floor and finally noticed Aria on the opposite side of the room, conversating with several young men. His instincts told him to bulldoze a path across the dance floor to grab her, and get Elias to help him interrogate the men, but he saw this as an opportunity to set his plan into motion.
He tapped his knuckles against John's arm, directing his attention towards Aria.
"What'cha think, Jonny Boy?" he asked with a proud smile. "Beauty certainly runs in the family, doesn't it?"
His drink arrived, and he took it with glee. The liquid gave him a satisfying burn that trickled through his body. Now he finally felt more unwined, ready to spring into action.
"I just recently started to let her date, ya know. But her heritage, and attitude for that matter, could attract the wrong kind of attention, ya feel me?" Another sip of his drink, another sight of a man approaching his daughter. "I think she could use a good man. Someone I could trust." He nudged his friend. "What'cha think, pal, you wanna stay single an' keep bonin' broads for the rest of yer life? Or, have yourself a good woman, an' gain yourself a good family?" Korso laid his arm over John's shoulder with a confident smirk, awaiting his friend's expected answer.
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Post by Elizabeth Blythe on Jun 21, 2017 13:18:36 GMT -6
They were seated at a table, just for the two of them. Elizabeth perused the menu. He took that as his cue to do the same. All of the items were things that were finer than either she or Constantine could afford on their meager budgets, even if they saved and scraped for months, neither of them could put on a party this elaborate. Constantine ordered a smoked salmon with roasted russet potatoes and caramelized onions. The fish reminded him of home. It was so hard to find a place that did good fish and chips. He was certain these would be good. "To fine dining," Constantine said, toasting Elizabeth. "And our generous host." Was it generosity? It could be seen as a play of power and wealth. No one could deny that Korso knew how to put on a right proper party. For now no one was getting hurt. But what were they really paying for this meal by attending? It had yet to be seen. Constantine was going to spend it with his flatmate. Hopefully getting drunk at some point in the night. Elizabeth had to giggle quite hard at the toast. "To fine dining, may we survive the night long enough to really be thankfull for it." Sure the drinks, food and especially location was just marvelous and like a miracle, actually free for them for this night. Yet who knew for what price. On the other side however they could as well die or rather get killed any second they were in Gatsberry and also in quite a lot of ways. Pretty much on top of causes were surely the mafia though which they surely were surrounded by quite good currently. While the pals had to wait for their dinner Eliza tried to match her try to overhear or oversee "interesting" things happening as well as have a proper conversation with Constantine with who she mainly ended up talking about her newest ideas for her book and of course getting teased for it. After all easily over half of the ideas were spinning exactly about her flatmate himself. He simply was an incredible inspiration. The things he did and the things he said just always managed to get her new ideas and new additions to her protagonist. As eventually their dinner arrived, Elizas eyes started sparkling. It surely looked amazing and after she got to take a first bite it was easy to spot that it tasted incredible just as well. "Mmmmh this is just awesome. How is your fish sweetheart? Want to have a try of my steak?"
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Post by Dimitri Winters on Jun 21, 2017 13:22:47 GMT -6
Despite all the odds Dimitri Winters was in a rather good mood. Bright lights, big city and - oh - the grand opening of Korso's infamous Moonlight lounge. He would chuckle at even the thought of forgetting such a big event. It was an opportunity for this man to flourish in the one place he felt at ease: around his fellow drunks, dogs and dastardly attractive dates. His fingertips were tingling at the excitement of it all.
Like the most fashionable of gentlemen, Dimitri was late. Very late in fact. He rushed briskly through the doors, tipping his hat to the bouncers that guarded the entrance like dogs, receiving only a grunt in reply. He removed all his outer layers but his suit jacket, retaining some class in this world of classy people. He eased himself through the crowd, grinning at the few watchers not unlike himself, until he found himself at the bar and ordered a water. Gotta start the night off strong, eh, he chuckled to himself The sound of music swelled around him and even the most unlikely of people were getting in on the action of throwing their bodies around in utter disarray.
The water arrived swiftly, efficiently - words that he would find no issue in describing the owner of such a place - and topped with a small slice of lemon. Korso and himself had never been formally introduced, however he retained some overlying respect for such a man; a man with power. His mouth watered at the thought and he popped an olive into his mouth to quench the lust for it. He turned, glass in hand and rested himself against the bar, his chocolate brown eyes scanning the crowd for someone that attracted him, someone he found to be interesting
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Post by Asami Sato on Jun 21, 2017 13:41:52 GMT -6
She didn't doubt a word Asami said. She seemed too nice to be under Cruella's wings. "Nice to meet you." She didn't understand what could possibly interest the woman about their interaction. But it wouldn't hurt to make an acquaintance. "So, do you owe her or do you work for her? Or is it both?"Alexandria got closer to the bar, closely behind them, and grabbed the recently served drinks of some poor, distracted soul. She offered one to Asami and exchanged her empty glass for he second . "One should never drink alone." With a soft smile, Alexandria turned her attention back to the blur it was the dance floor. It was starting to get late and nothing interesting had happened but the meeting with her former employer. And now her current employee. She was sure this girl would hear it later about her dress. Knowing Cruella, everyone would hear about their dresses if they weren't perfect for the occasion. She'd strongly advise the dark haired girl to use the opportunity to complain about her paycheck, if she worked for the furry lady, or maybe a discount on her debt. It did work with Alexandria once. Cruella had a big heart if you knew where to poke it. "I work for her... I owe someone else." Asami replied.
It would have been better if she owed Cruella too. At least Cruella knew she could come off as unbearable. Her father though good intentioned, had taken on severe debt. After his debt, it had fallen to her, along with funeral costs, selling their family home, losing almost everything she had and working for an awful woman like Cruella just to keep a roof over her head and the debt paid. With everything less than ideal in the city, she wanted nothing more than to go as far away from the place as she could. Start over in a new town. A safer town.
Alexandria handed her a drink. At first Asami gave it a look before deciding, this was likely the only chance she had to really cut back and not stress. Tonight was just that, one night. She didn't have to think about tomorrow, about how things went back to normal or how she had to start doing Cruella's bidding again. Just conversation and not thinking. She had to remember the second part.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2017 13:59:48 GMT -6
She bit her bottom lip, followed by a slight movement of her shoulders that indicated she really didn't care much about the lot of people around. She took a sip of her drink and supported her weight on her elbow in order to be slightly turned to Dean, being able to talk at will and not have to repeat it over the sound of the party. She wondered how he had not yet been engaged in conversation with other people. She new he had a much bigger social circle than she ever did.
"People do stupid things all the time, doesn't mean you have to see it all." They stood there for a while, not talking, as they usually did. She felt awfully comfortable in their silences and awkward exchanges, and that was enough for her that night too. And her drinks. She hadn't been dragged out of the house only to walk out a dress. And she hand't ignored Dean paying for her three best friends. She would worry about slipping the money back into his pocket sometime during the night.
"So honey, tell me, once again so I understand... Why is this a special event?" She knew exactly why but she didn't consider it an occasion to be celebrated and certainly not one to invite all the rascals in town for a couple of drinks. But Dean had a funny way of reacting to her repeated questions, so she kept asking.
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Post by John Constantine on Jun 21, 2017 14:10:00 GMT -6
Elizabeth was chatty, as always, talking about her favorite subject - her books. He was her muse for the serial romantic crime novels. If they could be called that. He teased her about her little dips into his intimate life via writing. Mostly telling her that she had to do him justice by describing it just right. She would blush and get embarrassed but he knew at some point or another, it would end up in her little 'black book'. It would end up on the shelves. The character she had based off of him would be in homes everywhere in the books.
When their food arrived, Elizabeth made the most distracting moaning noise as she tasted the first bite of her steak. He might have stared just a little. Before remembering he had his own food to eat. He speared into a bite of his salmon, which all but melted on his tongue. Okay, now he understood what the moan was for. The food was heavenly.
"Only if you have a bit of mine," he insisted.
He cut off a piece of his salmon for her. He made sure to sop up some of the gravy mixture off the plate. The salmon would be different from the steak, but no less delicious. Instead of depositing it on her plate, he held out his fork in front of her face. A devious smirk traced his lips. He wanted to see if she would take the bite now that he was offering it off of his own fork.
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