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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on May 7, 2012 23:48:40 GMT -5
Maxi wasn't used to nice dresses. She wore casual dresses to work all the time, but not really nice dresses. The last time she had worn something fancy was quite possibly ten years ago. But the dress August had brought over yesterday was fancy. Better yet, it was stunning. Maxi felt quite out of her element in the dress, but in a good way. It looked nice on her, as did the shoes, and she had to commend August for his taste. The dress was both sweet and sexy, and she supposed that suited her quite well. Even without make-up, she felt like a million bucks. The length was enough that it didn't show too much leg, too, which she appreciated. Make-up came next. Usually she didn't wear a lot of make-up, but she knew how to apply it. Tonight, she didn't put a ton on, but it was enough to dress her face up as much as the rest of her was dressed up. She even took the time to curl the ends of her hair so it looked a little smoother, dressing up the natural curls her hair ended in. Even she couldn't believe it was her looking back at her in the mirror. She had to admit, she was actually nervous. August and her had been sleeping together for a couple weeks now, and the man had seen if nook and cranny of her tiny body, but never outside of her house. It would be good to take their relationship out in public, perhaps make it more official. She knew August was insisting on not making her his girlfriend, better yet, not becoming her boyfriend, but this still solidified things for her. Besides, she'd never seen him interact with anyone but herself and Brett. It would give her a better idea of who she had let into her home and her bed. When she was all prettied up to her satisfaction, she went downstairs to wait for him. She flipped on the TV, taking a mild interest in a History Channel show while she waited. He said 7:30. She knew she would definitely see him at 7:30, but the wait was long and torturous. At last, there was a knock on the door, and she felt her heart jump into her chest. Her heels clicked loudly on the hard wood floor, and she wasn't really used to heels that high, but she managed them well enough. When she answered the door, she had a shy smile on her slightly flushed face, not sure what his reaction would be to seeing her all dressed up. "Good evening, Mr. Witt," she said in a cute voice, opening the door wide enough so he could come in if he wanted to. She had learned her lesson about blocking his way into her house. (( FYI, this is the dress and shoe combo I picked for her. :3 img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2011/stylewatch/blog/111031/amanda-seyfried-300x400.jpg )) |
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Post by AUGUST WITT on May 8, 2012 14:12:30 GMT -5
August was a punctual man. He'd set his clothing out, a fresh suit, the evening before and when he woke he showered, tidied himself up, and got dressed. He hadn't given himself enough time to get ready and be at her door, but he rushed and a 7:29 he pulled up to her home, glad he made it on time.
He knocked on the door, folding his hands in his front as he waited for her to answer. He knew he could stroll in, but he didn't want tin invade her privacy more than he already intended to. There were no barks this time, which was a good thing.
The distinct sound of heels clicking on wood met his eyes and he smirked to himself, already feeling the excitement roll in his abdomen. When she opened the door, she was quite the vision. Shy smile, rosy cheeks, light makeup and the dress... August took it all in, not holding back as he looked approvingly from head to toe. The woman at the store had done a fine job of choosing acceptable dresses. This was definitely a winner. "Good evening, Mr. Witt,"
"Miss McManus." He greeted, looking into her home as she invited him in silently. He stepped through the threshold, able to smell her perfume. "I'm glad everything fits." He said softly, taking her hand and lifting it to his face, brushing his lips over her knuckles, his blue-gray eyes staring into hers, full of desire.
"Are you ready?" He questioned, taking a step back. "Because if we don't leave now, we might not at all. I want nothing more than to peel that dress off of you."
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on May 8, 2012 14:49:50 GMT -5
Maxi smiled wider when August called her, "Miss McManus." The whole mock formality was cute. "I'm glad everything fits." She was grinning so wide as he lifted her hand to his mouth, blushing more at the look in his eyes. The butterflies fluttering around in her stomach were on PCP. Evidently he liked the dress. "Are you ready? Because if we don't leave now, we might not at all. I want nothing more than to peel that dress off you." Maxi laughed, stepping toward him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders casually. Even though she was about four inches taller in the heels, she was still much shorter than him. "Patience is a virtue," she teased, leaning in and kissing him lightly. It was hard to resist the idea of taking him upstairs right now.
She pulled away before the kisses could get too heated, smiling. "I just need to grab my purse and we can go," she said softly. With that, she clicked away to grab her purse from the table, digging her house keys from it. She clicked off the lights behind her, but she took time to really look at August all dressed up in her hallway. He was handsome without clothes, but he looked absolutely dashing to her right now. It still baffled her how she managed to capture his interest. With as handsome and charming as he could be, he could get any woman he wanted. He was choosing to hang around her, though. It made her feel special.
When she walked past him to the door, she tugged on his hand lightly with a sweet smile. "Let's go," she said cheerfully. "Before you decide to take advantage of me." Her smile turned flirty when she said the last sentence, teasing him. She led the way out onto the porch, shutting the door behind her and locking it quickly. When she came to the steps, she placed a hand on August's arm, laughing at herself. "I'm way too clumsy for heels," she said, glad he was there to support her as she tried to make sure she didn't land flat on her face. A playfully relieved sigh left her when he made it down the steps and then she clicked over to his car. It looked out of place parked behind her rickety old truck. "I don't think I've ever been in your fancy car," she teased, giving him a playful smile. Really, she was very excited to actually have a date with August, and even take a ride in his car.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on May 8, 2012 20:00:11 GMT -5
"Patience is a virtue," She told him and then planted a light kiss onto his lips. He narrowed his eyes slightly at her. "You'll pay for that later, Miss McManus." He growled after her as she scurried to get her purse. He was in high spirits this evening. A night out was what he needed. It had been some time since he had been out on the town, mostly because of the fiery redhead running around. He had spent a great deal of time there at her place, and he intended to bring her home after they had their fun out. Only, he wasn't planning on telling her that. Not until they arrived back to his condo. Her hand was in his and she was leading him out the door. "A lady doesn't lead, Maxine." He reminded, pulling her back to his side, allowing her to lock the door before escorting her to his car. "And for the record I've already decided to take advantage of you. But fortunately we have reservations and I'm a punctual man, so my advances will need to wait until a more convenient time." He had no problem holding her up. If she planned on coming out with him more often she would need to get comfortable in shoes like those. They did incredible things to her already sexy legs. "Practice walking in them at home." He suggested and chuckled when she teased about his "fancy" car. "Only top of the line for me, thank you." He teased back, giving her a lusty look so she knew she was part of that. "In you go." August opened the door to his charcoal gray Bentley Continental GTC and waited for Maxine to climb in before shutting the door behind her and making his way to the drivers seat. The car was obviously one built for speed and luxury. Black, leather interior with a GPS system built in. Everything was shiny and new looking despite the car being two years old. It was clear he took immaculate care of his vehicle. August slipped into the drivers side and shut his door. He turned the car on and light classical music played. It was a gentle piano piece, soothing and a little sad. It didn't seem to fit August. "Buckle up." He told her as he backed out and began to drive. He peaked over at her, looking at her knee that was just exposed to him. It was quite the distraction. "I hope you're hungry." |
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on May 8, 2012 20:32:07 GMT -5
"Only top of the line for me, thank you." Maxi looked at August when he said this, and judging from the look in his eyes, he was including her in that too. It made her smile wide and blush. With him right next to her, in the dress and the shoes, she felt like she was top of the line. He was such a gentleman when he opened the door for her and closed it behind her. It didn't gel with who he was in the bedroom, which made her smirk a little to herself. August was such an enigma.
Sitting in the passenger's seat, she looked around the car. It was clean! Maxi only took care of her car when it was necessary. With August's car though...it felt like she was stepping into a car at the Bentley dealership and she was covered with mud. The car was immaculate, perfect even, and everything was sleek. That fit August perfectly. She didn't even feel like she could touch anything except the seat belt. Once she was buckled in, she rested her hands and her small purse in her lap.
She watched as he got in with a smile, and approved of the music choice. Her personal favorite was music with a folk sound to it, but she liked classical, particularly piano music. This melody, although sad, was beautiful. It suit her tastes, but she didn't feel like it suited August very well. He seemed the type that would prefer Holst's The Planets with its slightly dark edge to it and power in every note. She considered this as they backed out of her driveway and started toward the restaurant.
"I hope you're hungry." She looked over to him with a smile. "I'm starving, actually. But I'll try not to work your checkbook too hard," she teased, giggling a little. She intended to work him hard, but that would be later. For now, she would enjoy their date. Looking at him in the driver's seat, though, she couldn't help but grin. He had such a classic look to him, and with how much of a gentleman he was being, she almost felt like she was back in the 1950s being courted. It was cute. "You look very handsome tonight, by the way," she said softly, her smile sweet. She didn't compliment him often, but she really meant it. Even though she was sure he didn't need any confirmation of his good looks, it seemed appropriate to tell him what she thought.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on May 8, 2012 21:14:04 GMT -5
August smirked when she mentioned his checkbook. "Price isn't an issue this evening. You may get whatever your heart desires." His tone was quiet, like he wasn't entirely sure he was doing this right. August was professional on a day to day basis. He knew how to be charming and charismatic. They were second nature at this point. It was easy for him to command attention when needed, but with Maxine it was somehow different. She wasn't someone he needed to persuade or work a deal with. She had been someone for him to let loose his pent up energy and tension on, but that was reserved for behind closed doors. They were going in public together and he simply was unsure how to do it all. He was trained in the art of being a gentleman, but this seemed so...date like. A true date, not one where he just needed to, quite literally, charm the panties off his victim. He'd done that. It was a promise that had been made before they'd left her home.
"You look very handsome tonight, by the way," she said softly, pulling him from his reverie.
"Thank you." Came his husky reply and he gave her his own little smile. "I'm sure you don't need me to tell you how divine you look." His hand reached out and he grasped her knee, giving it a tender squeeze. "I could get used to seeing you this way." Even as he said it he was looking forward to unzipping her dress later.
August sighed and then tapped the ipod docked on the console. "You're welcome to choose what you like." He told her. "It's on random. A bit of everything's on there." He watched the road, but his hand traveled north, pushing her dress up and resting on her thigh. "Have you been to the Blue Scallop before?"
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on May 8, 2012 21:53:11 GMT -5
Maxi was pleased when August smiled. For some reason he seemed almost nervous. "I'm sure you don't need me to tell you how divine you look." She giggled, blushing a little more. His hand on her knee made her heart throb and the squeeze he gave it made her feel warm inside. It felt so perfect. It made her wonder if there were other ladies he had practiced this on. She didn't like that thought, and she was glad to hear him speak again. "I could get used to seeing you this way." She bit her lip, feeling she was almost smiling too much. Looking forward again, she said quietly, almost nonchalantly, "And here I thought you liked me best without clothes." Her smile grew wry, but she didn't look at him; not yet. He gave her the choice to pick what she wanted and it surprised her. August was going to let her pick the music? It was a small step for most people, but she was getting more power here. She relished in it internally, but she didn't say anything out loud. Instead she just smiled and reached for the iPod, searching the options. He wasn't kidding; he really did have a little bit of everything. As she scrolled through his array of music, she felt his hand travel further up her leg to her thigh. She playfully squinted her eyes at him, trying to fight back her smile. Truthfully, though, his hand was sending electric impulses through her bloodstream. She wouldn't move it yet, but she was torn between letting it stay where it was and taking his hand in both of hers and scolding him. "Have you been to the Blue Scallop before?" She was looking for something on his iPod, so she was a little distracted when she answered. "Yes, my dad took my sister and I once when we were younger. It was supposed to be his way of teaching us how men should treat us on a date, but it became more of a lesson in table manners in a fancy restaurant," she said, laughing a little at the memory. She and her sister had been playfully kicking each other under the table when their dad scolded them for being so childish. He made up for it with their richest dessert. She finally found the song she was looking for, having thought of it when they got in the car. With a laugh she said, "This one I think should be your theme song." It was Night on Bald Mountain by Modest Mussorgsky. She laughed to indicate it was a joke, obvious since it was such an evil melody, but she thought it was funny. All she could think of was the ending scene of Fantasia. August as the Devil Mountain cracked her up. There was a twinkle in her eye as she looked to see his reaction. |
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Post by AUGUST WITT on May 8, 2012 22:19:23 GMT -5
"Yes, my dad took my sister and I once when we were younger. It was supposed to be his way of teaching us how men should treat us on a date, but it became more of a lesson in table manners in a fancy restaurant,"
He peaked at her as she talked of her family. She was obviously close with them. August himself was semi close to his parents. He had respect for them and visited often. He had successfully made his father proud which was an accomplishment in and of itself. He didn't want to lose the respect that had taken him a lifetime to earn by becoming someone he was not. Or someone he was deep down. It was all very confusing and i was simpler just to allow things to be as they always were. But seeing the joy in her face brought jealousy to his heart. His father had brought him places simply to teach him how to behave, but he didn't recall them fondly as Maxine did.
"Well it's reassuring to know I won't need to chastise you for behaving inappropriately." He teased, his fingers stroking up and down on her too soft skin, more caressing than fondling.
"This one I think should be your theme song." He assumed her laugh had something to do with the film he knew the song belonged to. August himself had never seen Fantasia, but being a classical enthusiast, he had heard the song and had liked it enough to download it.
It was a dark melody, ominous, portentous.. She was amused by classifying him as these things and he felt his brow furrow, his fingers stopped moving on her leg. Why was he so offended by those things? He was arrogant and at times angry. Even with her he was rough, especially in bed, but she both loved and craved it. She begged for it, quite literally. But he should expect her to have her own views on him. He supposed the music, to some degree, was fitting. Still, he found himself almost hurt by her teasing.
No one had ever hurt his feelings with a tease. He felt childish for feeling the way he suddenly did.
"If you insist." He said softly, pulling his hand back to the steering wheel, focusing on the road. He made a left and sighed. "Parking is always a nightmare in the city. I'm thankful for the valet service." They were nearing the restaurant and he reached out, clicking the music off, the car becoming silent as he pulled up to the restaurant. "Stay put, I'll get your door." He ordered softly and got out of the car, coming around and opening her door for her. He extended his hand to his date and helped her out of the vehicle, then gave his keys to the valet who in turn offered him a tag to get his vehicle returned to him when they had finished.
"Come." He commanded gently, escorting her into the restaurant.
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on May 8, 2012 22:45:31 GMT -5
Maxi's amusement quickly waned when she felt August pull his hand away. Didn't he know it was a joke? She felt bad, unsure what to do. Frowning, she skipped to the next song and let it play, sitting back in her seat quietly. She hadn't meant to hurt his feelings. It was weird to think that she was even capable of doing that. August's feelings hurt? It made her feel even worse. She clutched her purse, and looked out the window, falling silent. Her face was on fire, embarrassed for having upset him. She felt single-handedly responsible for ruining a lovely evening. She silently berated herself; she should have known he wouldn't get the joke. Her knuckles were white from clutching her handbag, but she hardly noticed.
He made some comment about the valet service, and she gave a weak smile. It did make her curious, though. Had her father used the valet service? Maybe. It was so long ago, she had a hard time remembering. The effort of remembering distracted her from the awkward silence when the music turned off. She hoped August wasn't mad at her. How could she make up for it? She didn't even know. If only there was a rewind button on life, so she could smooth over her mistakes. They pulled up to the restaurant and automatically, she unbuckled her seat belt, moving to open the car door.
"Stay put, I'll get your door." Maxi smiled again, a little more genuine this time, and she waited for August to come around to her door. When he extended his hand to her, she took it with an almost embarrassed smile, feeling a little like a princess, for lack of a better term. She couldn't remember someone treating her so well on a date before, especially not when she had hurt their feelings. Out of the car, she took a deep breath, forcing herself back into her good mood. Outside of the car, that awkward moment didn't happen. She waited for August to get his ticket, and then she took his arm with a smile as they walked into the restaurant.
When they were inside, she could almost feel her sister standing next to her, their father behind them as they marveled at the fine decor. It was such a vivid memory, and she gripped August's arm a little tighter unintentionally as she felt a wave of nostalgia crash over her. The feeling only last a second, though, almost imperceptible, and she smiled up at her date. "I feel so out of place here," she said softly so only he could hear. She really did. Maxi doubted she could afford the china their dinners would be served on in this place, not with a teacher's salary. On the outside she looked the part and in August's car she felt the part, but right now, in the restaurant, she almost felt like a bull in a china shop. She was sure the server could tell she didn't belong there, but she found her reaction halfway amusing.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on May 8, 2012 23:11:55 GMT -5
The moment in the car dissipated as they entered the restaurant. He went to the hostess and let her know they were there for their reservation, and she nodded, telling them to wait a moment.
"I feel so out of place here,"
He grinned at her, patting her arm. "I assure you don't look out of place." He had taken many women there over the years, but never quite like this. He already had plenty of conversations with Maxine, and he'd already taken her to bed. It was different. "Well, maybe a little." He teased with a grin, squeezing her arm. She didn't but it didn't hurt to make her feel a bit on edge and maybe self conscious.
The hostess returned and escorted them to their waiting seats. Most of the restaurant had tables placed semi close together despite the romantic, elegant atmosphere, but the room in the back was more intimate. The tables were significantly further apart, the lights were dimmer and the candles glowed under blue glass lamps causing a cool ambiance. The music was gentle and the room itself was quieter. Water, wine and a small, fresh, hot loaf of bread was waiting for them when they arrived. laying the role of gentleman he pulled Maxine's chair out and pushed it in when she took her seat before moving to the other side of the table and sitting himself.
"Their oysters are the freshest in the city." He said absently as he looked down at his menu. "They collect them daily." He glanced up at her and ended up doing a double take, his gaze halting on her maybe a moment too long. She was radiant. The light hit her in such a way that he felt captivated. He furrowed his brow and swallowed the lump in his throat, looking back down at the menu. "Everything here is excellent." He muttered trying not to think about the way she'd just made him felt. He knew she was beautiful, but seeing her there across from him made him almost ache with desire, and not simply just to be in her. Maybe this was a bad idea..
He tore his eyes from the menu and reached for the bottle of port wine and filled her glass and then his own. "So am I living up to your fathers expectations?" He asked, raising a brow and smirking at her, placing the bottle back down. "I'm sure he would be displeased with my less than honorable treatment." The look in his eyes was dark and lusty and a growling chuckle rumbled in his throat.
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on May 8, 2012 23:49:29 GMT -5
Maxi smiled when August assured her she didn't look out of place. That was a relief. "Well, maybe a little." She glared at him playfully, touching his arm with a light tap by way of scolding. His teasing was light-hearted, and she felt much more comfortable than she did in the car. The fact that they were moving to the back of the restaurant helped her feel more comfortable. There wouldn't be as many people around to judge her looks or her conversation. When she saw which table they would be sitting at, she felt her cheeks turning pink again. August had gone all out on this. Just for her? For about the hundredth time that evening, she felt special. He pulled her chair out for her and tucked it under her when she went to sit, making that one hundred and one times. Just like how her father taught her men were supposed to treat her. She flipped open her menu as he took a seat.
"Their oysters are the freshest in the city. They collect them daily." Maxi looked up from her menu, smiling brightly, genuinely interested. "Really? I had no idea," she commented. She noticed how his eyes glanced to her twice, as if surprised by something. Her eyebrows raised, curious, thinking he was about to tell her there was something on her face, but he just looked at her. It made her smile a little more, though she was confused. She did notice in this lighting, however, that he looked even more handsome. For a moment, she sat there admiring as his eyes turned back to the menu. "Everything here is excellent." Maxi gave him a little bit of a confused smile, her eyebrows knitting together while he wasn't looking, before looking back to her own menu. Her eyes caught the prices and felt her stomach drop. "It should be at this price," she muttered, still trying to get over how much the appetizers cost. August had said he was treating her, though...But she wouldn't be getting the oysters. Something that slimy was not worth what they were charging, she didn't care how fresh they were.
Her eyes glanced up to see him pouring her wine, and she quickly looked at the bottle to see it was a port. She smiled more, appreciating that he would take her tastes into account over his own. "So am I living up to your father's expectations?" Maxi grinned, taking a sip of her wine before saying, "Beautifully." Considering the way he acted in her bedroom, she was sure her father would be very much relieved at how he treated his youngest in public. "I'm sure he would be displeased with my less than honorable treatment." The look in his eyes was so suggestive that she couldn't help but blush, giving a breathy laugh in embarrassment. "I would hope my father wouldn't know anything about that, so he wouldn't have anything to be displeased about. In fact, if he saw you just based on how you've acted this evening, I think he would believe you were the perfect gentleman, Mr. Witt." She said the last part with a playfully haughty air. Afterward, she leaned a little over the table, a flirtatious smirk on her lips. "And I would hope he wouldn't have any reason to think differently," she said quietly. Playfully, her foot tapped his under the table, gently, but enough that he would know it was intentional. She took another sip of wine, sitting back again. "Who taught you how to treat ladies so well?" she asked, curious to know more about him. She grabbed a piece of bread to ease her nearly growling stomach for the time being.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on May 9, 2012 10:01:58 GMT -5
"I would hope my father wouldn't know anything about that, so he wouldn't have anything to be displeased about." He grinned at her, taking his glass of wine in his hand. "In fact, if he saw you just based on how you've acted this evening, I think he would believe you were the perfect gentleman, Mr. Witt."
"Looks can be deceiving." He said softly, taking a sip as she continued. "And I would hope he wouldn't have any reason to think differently," "Oh, we'll have to see about that." His grin broadened dangerously. The things he intended to do to her would make her father want to hunt him down. He placed the glass down and his eyes moved back to the menu.
"Who taught you how to treat ladies so well?" He looked up once more hearing the curiosity in her tone. He wondered if she was actually interested in him or was simply making conversation to pass the time and make this seem less awkward. It was different at her home. Whenever there was a lull in conversation he would quickly fill her with himself. In the end very little conversing ever got done aside from screams and cries of pleasure. August preferred it that way. When she was moaning she wasn't prying. But he had asked her to dinner.
"Is that how you see my treatment towards you?" He asked sardonically. August folded his hands on the menu and gazed across the table at his date. "It comes with the territory, Maxine. I work with people who not only expect respect but demand it and since I care for my career, I've learned to adapt. Also, i've been raised to treat others with respect, especially women. That is, outside the bedroom." He smirked again and offered a playful wink, which wasn't completely characteristic of him. "It was a combination of my parents. My father taught me proper etiquette in public, and my mother made it clear that only gentlemen excelled. I think they expected me to settle down." It never crossed his mind that Maxine might like to settle down. It was something August wasn't interested in. He was far too selfish and women were objects. Maxine was an object to him, a toy for him to play with, but a toy he was beginning to cherish and look forward to playing with.
"Have you decided on anything yet?" He asked, knowing what he was planning to get. "Please, don't look at the pricetag.."
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on May 9, 2012 10:50:43 GMT -5
"Is that how you see my treatment towards you?"
Maxi giggled, taking another sip of wine. At least he knew what she liked. He began to explain his behavior and she listened with genuine interest. August knew how to be respectful, even if he didn't always utilize it, and she appreciated that. There were plenty of people today who simply didn't know how to act. August wasn't one of them...usually. His fight with Brett was still nagging at the back of her mind. She supposed that was a combination of factors, though. "Also, I've been raised to treat others with respect, especially women. That is, outside of the bedroom." Maxi couldn't help but laugh at his playful wink. She hoped he hadn't been "raised" to be any certain way in the bedroom. That brought up a whole mess of bad images.
He then started to talk about his parents, which she found fascinating. As much time as they had spent together, she knew very little about her personal life, just as he knew very little about hers. If he had shown any curiosity in her family, she would have been happy to share whatever information he wanted with him, but he didn't ask many questions. She did the same, though she wanted to know more. Hearing about his parents now, she wondered what they were like. Did his looks favor his father or his mother? They sounded proper, like him. Would they not like her for her lack of status and social grace? The thought threw her off a little; it's not like she was ever going to meet them. When he mentioned their desire for him to settle down, she felt a little flush in her cheeks. The way he said it made her think he had no intention of doing that, but she couldn't help but think how she did want to settle down someday. Perhaps not with August, but she did want to. Someday.
"Have you decided on anything yet? Please, don't look at the pricetag..." Maxi was snapped out of her thought process by the question and she glanced down at her menu. There were the prices again. "If you insist..." she muttered, giving him a slightly wary smile. Wasn't it rude to dwell on prices anyway? Still, it was hard not to pay attention to them. She found a dish that sounded delicious and also had a semi-decent price, considering the price of everything else in the restaurant. "Okay, I've decided," she said sweetly, taking a sip of her wine. She was still surprised he could afford to treat her so well, with the dress and the food, but she wouldn't ask about it. Her eyes wandered around the restaurant and a small smile came to her face. "This place hasn't changed a bit," she said quietly, almost to herself. Maxi was 13 when she came here, fresh-faced and looking no more than a young child, yet she could still remember what it had looked like then. They hadn't sat in this part of the restaurant, but it didn't look terribly different from the rest of the place. There she was feeling nostalgic again, but it was nice.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on May 9, 2012 11:08:34 GMT -5
He watched as she poured over the menu and then nodded when she proclaimed she'd finally made her decision. She was looking around the restaurant, but his eyes stayed firmly on her, studying and admiring her. So delicate..
"This place hasn't changed a bit," The memory must have been an important one to remain so vivid in her mind. He watched the look on her face. It was distant, and it had obviously happened some time ago. He'd visited this restaurant plenty over the years. It was one of the finer places in the city.
He was about to ask her about whatever it was she was remembering when their server came to the table. August smiled gently at the girl, almost flirting. He ordered the oysters for them to start with and then the stuffed shrimp for himself, turning his gaze to Maxine. "And whatever the lady would like." He smirked at her and waited for their order to be in before speaking once more.
"The memory of this restaurant seems dear to you." He noted, his hands on his lap, folded as he gazed at Maxine, the blue glow from the candle flickering on her face, making her look oddly more radiant than usual. "It makes me feel almost guilty for my intentions to defile you here." The dark grin was back and he reached for his wine, holding it close to his lips. "What's so special about the Blue Scallop?" He inquired, sipping his wine and giving her a questioning look, actually interested in her thoughts.
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on May 9, 2012 11:53:17 GMT -5
Their server came, and Maxi smiled at her. She waited patiently while August ordered, noting he ordered the oysters, which made her smile to herself. They were slimy, but she would have some. "And whatever the lady would like." Maxi turned her smile up to the waitress and ordered scallop and shrimp over wild rice with mixed vegetables. She ended her order with a sweet, "Thank you," as she always did, and handed her menu over. She too rested her hands in her lap, crossing her legs under the table.
As she sipped her wine, she glanced up to August when he spoke again. "The memory of this restaurant seems dear to you. It makes me feel almost guilty for my intentions to defile you here." Maxi felt a pang in her stomach to hear him refer to her memory, mixed with a flicker of desire when he brought up his intentions. She smiled as she took another sip. "Here I thought you were going to be patient until we got home," she teased, placing her glass on the table. "What's so special about the Blue Scallop?" The wine she had sipped went down hard past the lump in her throat. Should she tell him what it meant to her? It would be letting him know a very vulnerable part of her. Did she want to let him in that much? She did, she just didn't know if he really wanted to be there.
A smile came to her lips as she prepared to answer him. "Well, it was the first time my dad really treated Maureen, my sister, and I to something upscale. Most of the time we spent together was camping, hiking, fishing, a lot of outdoorsy stuff that didn't require a lot of money. We weren't poor, but we lived modestly. So when he brought Maureen and I here...well, at the risk of sounding silly, we felt like princesses." She smiled fondly at the memory of how special she and Maureen felt that evening. Her smile faded a little as she glanced to August, unsure of what she was going to say next. Her eyes fell to the blue candle in the middle of the table. "Turns out, it was the only time he'd do that. Five years later, he disappeared along with my mother and Maureen out on the ocean. They went on a weekend fishing trip, but I had to stay home because I was sick. A storm blew in off the sea and carried them out further than they intended. The boat was found a week later in bad shape...and my family was nowhere to be found. I was eighteen." Her voice was trailing off, gradually getting softer the more she remembered. Really, she felt like she was in a kind of trance, just telling him everything, and it almost felt like she was talking to herself.
When she realized she had gotten quiet, she blushed and looked up at him, a small bashful smile on her face. "That's why the Blue Scallop is special for me," she said softly, grabbing her wine and finishing the glass. Maybe it was the wine and an empty stomach that had loosened her tongue so much. When she placed it on the table, she gave an apologetic smile. "Sorry I put a damper on the mood." Now that all of that was out in the open, she actually felt much more relaxed somehow. She was afraid he would lose interest, thinking she was a Debbie Downer, but she didn't regret putting her past on the table. He could take it in stride or he could pretend she didn't say it; either way, it would give her plenty of insight into who he was.
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