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Post by Michael Sawyer on Mar 24, 2008 16:56:22 GMT -5
Michael pulled up in the parking lot opposite the hotel and killed the engine. "Well, we're here..." he said, kind of nervously.
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Post by Desiree Collins on Mar 24, 2008 17:08:54 GMT -5
Desiree smiled over at him and looked around the parking lot. It wasn't full but it wasn't empty, the hotel known for its restaurant which was supposed to be nice and elegant looking inside, she could tell he was nervous and well she was too.
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Post by Michael Sawyer on Mar 24, 2008 17:13:31 GMT -5
Michael smiled at her goofily before jumping out of the truck and hurrying round to open the door for her and help her out. "I really hope you enjoy yourself tonight. I'm just warning you in advance, I don't usually do dinner dates..." He was so worried he'd embarass her. His version of eating out normally involved some poor defenseless, fluffy animal in the woods.
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Post by Desiree Collins on Mar 24, 2008 17:22:24 GMT -5
Desiree smiled as she got out of the car "No worries" she said as she half laughed. "It's really sweet of you that planned this" she said as she blushed, she wondered why she was so nervous she tends to ramble on when she got nervous.
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Post by Michael Sawyer on Mar 24, 2008 17:31:57 GMT -5
Michael grinned and shut the door behind her. He coughed slightly to clear his throat before offering her his arm. "It was the least I could do. It's not like I could stop thinking about it." He blushed, glad it was dark and she wouldn't be able to see the colour in his cheeks.
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Post by Desiree Collins on Mar 24, 2008 17:35:34 GMT -5
She smiled and took his arm he had more manners then any guy she had met before and she liked that. "Well I'm glad you did" she said as she smiled, she couldn't help herself from smiling it just that he made her feel, whats the word nervous whenever she was around him like maybe he was too good for her.
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Post by Michael Sawyer on Mar 24, 2008 17:41:40 GMT -5
Mike began strolling towards a nearby bench. There was still ten minutes to go before their table would be ready and in such a classy hotel it wouldn't be right to barge in before schedual. "Do you mind if we sit here for ten minutes until our table is ready?" He didn't really wait for her to answer before pulling away his arm and taking off his coat so he could lay it on the slightly damp bench. She looked so beautiful, he didn't want her to get her clothes wet. He sat down on one side of the cloth, not able to relax properly. The night air was cool around him but he knew his werewolf blood would keep him warm, even on the coldest night.
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Post by Desiree Collins on Mar 24, 2008 17:46:25 GMT -5
She nodded and let him lead her to the bench, she smiled as he took off his coat he kept on doing the oddest things, well it wasn't odd what made it odd was that he acted as if he should belong in the 18th century. She sat down and a breeze blew by but she pulled her jacket close to her. She watched him from the corner of her eye and then turned her head to look at him "You know Michael you're different" she said "In a good way" she said quickly. "Like you just walked out of a Jane Austine book" she laughed.
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Post by Michael Sawyer on Mar 24, 2008 18:00:37 GMT -5
Michael tensed a little. Maybe he was being to old fashioned. Sorry, love, I'm a 150 year old flesh eating fiend didn't seem an appropriate opening for a first date. "Er, thank you..." he said, his leg twitching furiously. "Do you, er, mind if I smoke?" he asked. Surely his respiritory habits were a less explosive point of controversy, as opposed to his furry little problem.
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Post by Desiree Collins on Mar 24, 2008 18:11:51 GMT -5
Desiree shook her head "No not at all" she said. Clearly what she said made him tensed, she noticed. She looked away to frown a bit why would what she said make him so nervous, she shook her head slightly as if to shake that thought off maybe it was just her. Desiree turned her head to look back at him and she smiled.
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Post by Michael Sawyer on Mar 24, 2008 18:16:07 GMT -5
Michael busied himself in pulling the battered cigarette packet from his trouser pocket along with the small silver lighter. "Do you...er...do you smoke?" he asked, offering her the packet, already putting his between his lips.
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Post by Desiree Collins on Mar 24, 2008 18:25:10 GMT -5
Desiree looked at the packet of cigarettes and shook her head "No thank you" she muttered. She was never one to smoke, her father did for a few years but then quit from the complaints that her mother mad. She tried it once at a party when she was fourteen and she's never tried it again since, she watched people walk in and out.
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Post by Michael Sawyer on Mar 24, 2008 18:28:58 GMT -5
He nodded and tucked the packet away before lighting his own. "I'm sorry we go here early. I just hate being late for things..." He always had, ever since he'd been human. His father had used to beat him when he was not on time, he and his brother along with him.
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Post by Desiree Collins on Mar 24, 2008 18:36:12 GMT -5
She shook her head "That's ok I'm usually late for everything because of my brother" she laughed lightly remembering all the times he had made her late to class or anywhere else. She sighed contently and looked up at the moon and smiled, she always liked night better then day just something about night that held some sort of magic about it.
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Post by Michael Sawyer on Mar 24, 2008 18:39:26 GMT -5
Michael glanced up too. He loved the waning of the moon. It meant there was another full month before he'd be forced to change, hunt, kill... He shivered and took a drag on his cigarette. "Yes, there is something special about the night..." He looked back over at her and smiled.
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