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Post by Nick on Apr 30, 2006 23:01:06 GMT
Continued from: Nick’s Apartment with Lynnette
As soon as they arrived in the garage, Nick’s silver convertible was in view. He always parked as close to the door leading into the building as he could, not because he was lazy- well, not entirely, at any rate- but because it made things easier. And if anyone ever put so much as the smallest scratch on that car, so help them.
Since the top was left up until he decided to put it down, that was set. Pushing the button on his keychain remote to disarm the alarm and unlock the doors, Nick moved around to the passenger side and pulled it open for Lynnette, standing beside it so he could close it after her once she was in. He had grown up in a time where manners were extremely important and he supposed that would never rub off, no matter how much times changed.
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Post by Lynnette on Apr 30, 2006 23:17:58 GMT
Lyn had no doubt that Nick was possessive of the car, and really, who could blame him? It was a beautiful car, and even someone as motor-ignorant as her could appreciate its value. The sporty silver Beemer was practically begging to be taken out for a ride, and she chuckled at the notion of a car asking for something.
When he opened the door for her, she flashed him an intrigued but thankful smile, and slipped into the car. Wow, that’s comfortable… ahem. Thankful he wasn’t in the car to see her embarrassed expression at such a silly thought, she heard the door click shut, and watched him cross around to the driver’s side, waiting for him to climb into the BMW before she looked to him.
“So… food first?”
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Post by Nick on Apr 30, 2006 23:23:27 GMT
“You won’t hear me argue,” he replied with a grin as he slid comfortably into the driver’s seat and shut the door. “Any idea of what you want? Anything is good to me.” He put the key in the ignition and put on his seatbelt, adjusting slightly to make it more comfortable before he turned the key and began pulling out of the space, making sure there were no cars coming that might hit them and cause him to fly off the handle at the other driver, whether such a thing would be his fault or not. Thankfully, there was no one coming, so he pulled out of the space quickly and made for the exit that would let them out onto the street.
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Post by Lynnette on Apr 30, 2006 23:36:08 GMT
Prompted by his doing so, Lyn put on her belt as well, rather liking the fact that she was alive, and not very fond of the notion of crazy LA drivers making them crash, or at least forcing them to stop suddenly. And while a belt snapping you back into your chair could be bracing, flying through the windshield was not high on her list of things to do.
“Hmm… what am I in the mood for?” she asked herself quietly as he manoeuvred through the garage to the exit. “This is random, but I’m craving Italian.” She laughed, and smiled at him with a shrug. “You okay with Italian?”
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Post by Nick on Apr 30, 2006 23:49:02 GMT
“Italian is great. There are a few places around here that are really good, but the best is this place called Russo’s. It’s a nice little place, though candlelight seems a little over the top for a couple of neighbors hitting the town. Still, I guess going alone is probably worse. You’d think that people were used to just about everything in this city, but apparently a guy eating alone at a place like that is just a little too weird even for them. Anyway, that was a little off topic. Russo’s or some place with a not quite so intimate atmosphere? Moretti’s is really good, too, and is more casual if that’d make you more comfortable. Doesn’t matter to me as long as I can get some decent chicken alfredo and lots of it.” He pulled to a stop at the exit and, since no one else was coming in or trying to leave, stayed there for a moment to let her decide. Since they were in opposite directions, it would be best to know before he pulled out into the street.
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Post by Lynnette on May 1, 2006 0:03:39 GMT
“Well, your judgement was great on the Chinese place, so I’m going to trust it on the Italian too.” Laughing at his comment about the candlelight, she turned to him as they waited at the exit, subconsciously listening to the purr of the engine as she said to him, “Well, we’re werewolves. If the candle bothers you, I can always blow it out. It’s not like we need the light they provide.”
Adopting an almost devious expression for a moment, she added, “Besides, watching lovesick couples can be kinda funny, and I’m in the mood to mock. Discreetly.” She made sure to say the ‘discreetly’ bit, lest he think her cruel in any way, and she laughed again. “Sorry, I’m kinda loopy tonight, obviously.” She pointed loosely out the front windshield, to the orb that rose higher into the sky with each passing minute. “I blame that thing.”
Taking a breath, she regarded him, decisive. “Okay. Let’s see if your judgement on Italian is as good as it is with Chinese. To Russo’s it is.”
Continued at: Restaurants etc; Russo’s with Nick.
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Post by Nick on Aug 20, 2006 20:57:14 GMT
Continued from: Nick's Apartment with Lynnette
As they entered the garage, Nick pressed the button on the remote to unlock the doors, checking his car over at the same time. One of his pet peeves, as insane as it was when all things were considered, was having someone park next to him. That was one of the ways cars got dented, after all and he would hate to end up in jail for property damage; he would not be gentle to the car of the person who dared dent his baby.
Moving to the passenger door, he pulled it open and waited for Lynnette. "I can practically taste breakfast already. I'm thinking some sort of eggs, a pile of pancakes as big as my head and more bacon than should be legal."
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Post by Lynnette on Aug 21, 2006 1:21:12 GMT
Moving over to the sporty car, Lynnette smiled. Nick was protective, she knew, but she actually found it rather endearing, in its own way; it was a bit obsessive, sure, but everyone had their fascinations. “Ugh… okay, now my stomach is really growling, thank you,” she laughed, shaking her head. “But I think I might have to copy you, because that sounds really good.”
She slipped into the passenger seat, saying after doing so, “Though I might skip the pancakes. I’m not much of a pancake person in the morning. Afternoon snack? Sure. Not for breakfast, really.” Her shoulders lifted and dropped in a shrug. “I’m weird that way.”
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Post by Nick on Aug 21, 2006 19:20:52 GMT
Nick gave a grin and a shrug. "Hey, to each their own. They've got waffles, toast and a ton of other things, so I'm sure you'll find something if you decide to just substitute for the pancakes." He checked to make sure that she was in before closing the door and moving around the front of the car. Opening his own door and getting in, he made sure that his cup was settled safely in the cupholder before shutting his door. As always, he put on his seatbelt- he seriously did not want to be pulled over for not having the thing on and have to tell a cop "Well, I'm a werewolf. I really don't need it" or something else along those lines.
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Post by Lynnette on Aug 22, 2006 23:26:33 GMT
“Ooh, toast,” Lynnette mumbled with a smirk, after sipping her coffee. “Toast is a brilliant invention; one of the best breakfast foods.” She laughed at herself, shaking her head at her own silly behaviour. Clearly, the full moon made her more than a bit strange, but she could live with it, and in fact, had for decades.
She’d already put on her own belt, having checked quickly beforehand that she had some cash and her keys in her pockets; she wasn’t the type to carry a purse around with her, if only because they got in the way, and she didn’t particularly like them as a general rule. Pockets were good enough for her, and if that didn’t suffice, then she had a sort of satchel bag that she slipped on.
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Post by Nick on Aug 23, 2006 2:08:58 GMT
It took only a moment for Nick to start up the car and pull expertly out of the parking space, making certain that there were no other cars coming his way. He was starving, as was loudly proven by his rumbling stomach. "You're going to have to forgive the stomach. That's the sound of it trying to eat itself. Or something." He gave a grin and shrug as he pulled out of the parking lot, heading for Lorraine's.
Continued at: Lorraine's with Lynnette
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Post by Nick on Nov 29, 2006 22:18:58 GMT
Continued from: Apartment Complex; Nick’s Apartment with Lynnette
The only signal that the moon was affecting him at all was the way Nick kept tossing his keys from hand to hand as he walked. He currently had so much spare energy that he thought he just might have to hit the alleys for a run later if they didn’t manage to find a good place while they were out. Since he didn’t particularly like the alleyways- the scent of garbage was too strong- he was very desperately hoping that they managed to find a nice spot so he could burn of some energy. Actually, a lot of energy.
He stopped tossing the keys long enough to hit the button on the keychain to unlock the doors and go around to the passenger side to pull open the door for Lynnette. “Here’s hoping we find a good spot. Otherwise, I’m going to have to resort to desperate measures later to get rid of some of this energy.”
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Post by Lynnette on Nov 29, 2006 22:32:18 GMT
The jangle of the keys affected Lynnette very little, but she heard it with crystalline clarity, and her wolf almost seemed to bounce with each new rattle and clink. It couldn’t wait to feel the earth beneath its paws, and even as it rebelled excitedly, she had to keep reminding herself that it was entirely possible they wouldn’t find a place tonight. But god, she hoped they did. It would be just what she needed.
“If we don’t find a good spot, I’ll take us out for a few drinks to make up for suggesting it, and getting us both so excited,” she told him, smiling warmly in appreciation as he opened the door for her, like he had the night before, when they had gone for dinner and time at the club. “So, yes… here’s hoping we find that perfect place.” Settling into her seat, she reached for her belt; even though a werewolf would survive nine crashes out of ten, she believed in the principle ‘better safe than sorry’.
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Post by Nick on Nov 29, 2006 22:48:39 GMT
Once he was sure that closing the door wouldn’t mean closing it on her, Nick shut it and went around, sliding into the driver’s seat and shutting his door. A seatbelt and key turn later, the engine of the car came to life. Only as he was pulling out of his space did he address what Lynnette had said. His pause wasn’t out of rudeness; just the simple desire to get them out of there.
“Well, that or I could buy us drinks.” That was definitely better than running in the alleys, though if they didn’t find somewhere good, he’d like do that even if they really did go for drinks. “Still, it’d be better if we could find somewhere to run. The thought of it is likely to drive me crazy if we don’t.”
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Post by Lynnette on Nov 29, 2006 22:55:25 GMT
When Nick slipped into his car beside her, Lynnette turned her brown eyes on him, as always, giving him her full attention eagerly. Something about him just seemed to call to her curiosity, and the more time she spent around him, the worse that got. It was yet another thing to add to her list of puzzles surrounding the male rogue.
“Ah, but you bought the drinks last night, don’t forget. And dinner too, if I recall. It would just be cheeky and rude of me to let you do it all over again.” Besides, she didn’t want to seem as if she was using him, in any way. It was a horrible thought, but who knew how her attention seemed? So far, she had accepted dinner and drinks, paid, on him, and tonight, he had cooked her dinner. She expected it was just Nick being chivalrous, which was endearing, but she didn’t want to seem as though she were taking advantage.
“But I’m optimistic. We’ll find a place.”
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