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Post by ezra on Aug 16, 2013 22:13:23 GMT -5
 Dressed in a black suit with a deep blue tie, Mister Loxley proudly climbed out of his car and handed a tip to the valet. "Take care of her," Ezra stated to the other man, not wanting any harm to come to his precious antique car. He glanced his cold eyes to the side, and watched out of the corner of his eye as the tail lights left him. Normally, he liked to cook for himself, but there were nights when Ezra enjoyed dining out. La Reve had excellent food, and it was one of his favorites. There was a crowd of people, trying to charm the doorman into letting them in, and Ezra had to maneuver his way through them. When he got to the door, he found a pretty lady attempting to convince the doorman to let her though. Ezra glanced her over, considering for a moment.
The man at the door told her no and looked over to Ezra. “Mister Loxley,” he greeted and nodded, receiving a curt nod and a polite smile from Ezra.
“Would you like to join me tonight?” The blonde man murmured an offer to the woman, mildly interested in her. Ezra usually ate alone when he dined out, only wanting the food, and feeling there was no need for company. Occasionally there were occasions when he asked someone to join him, and it would seem as though this was one of those nights. He gave her a polite, yet warm, smile. “I’m Ezra Loxley,” he coolly introduced himself to the woman. The vigilante stepped forward and shook hands with the doorman, easily slipping him a tip. Money greased the wheels and kept things moving along flawlessly -- something he had had to learn as he aged. Ezra then motioned for the woman to precede him and lead the way, bound by his age old manners.
As it was, she would most likely prove to be amusing for at least an hour. And if not, they were here to eat, after all. Hopefully his night would be full of no buffoonery or prepubescent behavior.
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words: 351
tag: a pretty gal that's ready to be wined and dined.
notes: my starters are always short. don't judge meee. |
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Post by Charlotte 'Konyo' Mirga on Aug 20, 2013 20:38:57 GMT -5
Charlotte was tired. She'd been up early that day, earlier than she had been in a long while, earlier than she usually was when she awoke for her morning runs. And why was she up so early? She just couldn't sleep, the reason for that had been pushed into the back of her mind, lest she drive herself crazy. So she thought perhaps she would enjoy a night out and she was rather interested in visiting La Reve. She'd heard so much about it and she was eager to see if it lived up to it's rumors. However, in her tired state she'd forgotten that a reservation, or a rich last name, was a surefire way to get into the esteemed restaurant. Charlotte was not a confrontational woman at all, in fact she shied away from any sort of confrontation. Any hint that someone might raise their voice, might become flustered or upset with her, and she backed off without another word.
So when the man at the door told her that, no, she was not going to get into the restaurant and when Charlotte had opened her mouth to reply (though not in an argumentative way) she was immediately cut off. She cringed away from the man, instantly ready to scurry on back to her apartment and find something to eat there. She was thankful when the man's attention was taken off of her and placed upon someone else, whom he greeted. Just as she was about to turn and leave a voice caught her attention. His words took her by surprise and she blinked, never finding herself in such a position before. Charlotte, in her normal state, would have politely refused, her eyes downcast as she scurried off. However, she was tired and she was hungry, her mind was slightly muddled and she could only grasp at 'why not'.
"Ah, Well" She was still hesitant, spontaneous decisions like this were not her norm at all and she was having a bit of a hard time accepting his offer. "If I wouldn't be intruding, I don't see why not?" She murmured lowly, her words more a hesitant question than an affirmative statement. His warm smile eased her nerves ever so slightly, like a frightened animal soft gestures were calming to her. Charlotte was an easily spooked woman, she always had been, a downfall of hers perhaps, but once you broke past that she was a vibrant woman. Perhaps not energetic or excitable, but vibrant in her own quiet way. "Charlotte Mirga, it's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Loxley" Her voice was light, hesitant as always as she followed the man into the restaurant.
Her gaze flickered over the place, her first look at La Reve had come about in an interesting way, but she was still pleased to have been able to see it that night. "Are you sure I won't be intruding Mr. Loxley?" Her head turned slightly to glance at him, nerves running wild as they always did in uncomfortable situations. Charlotte, for all her years, had rarely found herself in a spontaneous mood. Even then it had to be prodded by someone else, as in this case. If Ezra hadn't ever asked, she wouldn't have ever thought to dine with a complete stranger. Part of her wondered if this was a bad idea, and yet part of her welcomed both the distraction and the chance to taste what was supposed to be simply fantastic food. Words: 588 Tag: Ezra Notes: bit crappy soooorry |
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