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Post by Vaughn Logan on Sept 20, 2012 0:06:16 GMT -5
The waitress came over and Vaughn gestured the waitress to Namahri so she could order first. She order a margarita with a steak cooked rare, cesar salad, and a baked potato on the side. That put his original idea for an order to shame.
Vaughn put on a smile that was more genuine then faked and lifted a hand up to Namahri. "You see, this is why I married you. You have excellent taste in foods."
He then turned to the waitress, letting out a mild laugh, "I'll have what she's having," he said as he gave her his menu.
The waitress left soon after and Vaughn listened until he footsteps were distant before he spoke up.
"Moonlight Maze dancer huh? Now I might have a reason to go there" Vaughn said with a wide grin. He was being flirtsy, but playful at the same time. Plus he already had some alcohol in his system which no doubt didn't help any.
She then asked about his job. He wanted to be honest with her but he knew he couldn't. That was a downfall of doing what he does. "I'm a pencil pusher" he said with a smile. "I'm a college Professor, nothing too exciting."
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Post by Namahri Faith McCoy on Sept 20, 2012 12:43:34 GMT -5
Namahri gave a look that portrayed her affections for man who sat across the table, her eyelashing batting as he complimented her choice of dinner. Granted, while she still playing the part of the loving, sweet wife, her attraction for him wasn't completely feigned. At least half of the act was genuine.
Logan ordered and the waitress took their menus, walking away with a slight bounce to her gait. Some waitresses just needed to tone it down a couple of notches. It was only soon after the waitress was assisting another table that he spoke again, expressing a playful and flirtatious interest in the Maze.
"Maybe you should," she replied, giving a sly, yet playful smirk, one eyebrow raising in interest,"I always love it when there's someone I know in the crowd. It makes entertaining a little more fun and promiscuous if it's personal, y'know?"
Nami gave a small chuckle, though it was faint and airy in its manner. Her eyes widened only slightly in amazement as her presumption about him had been incorrect. A college professor? Surely that didn't require such strength that Logan unabashedly showed. Still, the vampire became more intrigued and attracted to her acquiantance . Nothing was sexier than an intellectual hunk, and he probably had almost every female student hanging on his every word. Still, she gave a slight nod of acknowledgement as she took a drink of her glass of water, sipping the fluid delicately through the straw. A ring was beginning to form on the table where the glass had begun to sweat, though it was quickly covered again by her diminished drink as she began to speak again,"What do you like doing for fun? Any particular past times or hobbies?"
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Sept 20, 2012 13:08:19 GMT -5
"What do you like doing for fun? Any particular past times or hobbies?"
"Between teaching, grading papers, preparing exams, helping students one-on-one and preparing for the next day I keep myself busy. Plus I like to work on my car, but" Vaughn gave a shrugging gesture with his face and took a sip of his water. "That's why I was at the Grid Iron. I needed to get away and relax for a day."
Vaughn took off his jacket and lay it besides him on the booth, resting his arms on the table. He wore a navy blue, tight, muscle shirt that went a few inches above his elbow. It was nothing classy but it was better than nothing. He had recently gotten a hair cut due to the winter months rolling around but still spotted a stubble. He kept his beard maintained but it was still there.
"What about you? What do you do for fun? Pick up strange men at bars and then get free cake out of them?" Vaughn let out a mild laugh before looking over at his glass and taking a sip.
If only he could tell her what he does. If she were human she would think he was crazy and that'd be the end of it. If she were supernatural he'd probably be dead soon after. Right now it was best to keep his mouth shut. Even though a part of him desperately wanted to know what she was.
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Post by Namahri Faith McCoy on Sept 20, 2012 15:38:32 GMT -5
He seemed relatively normal with a normal, everyday life. He talked about his usual duties as a professor, which didn't allow him much time for anything particularly fun, so to speak, but he was content. Namahri gave her attention to him, nodding and giving small signs of acknowledgement at his words. "Ah -- nothing wrong with relaxing. Everyone needs that once in awhile."
She began to space off as he made himself more comfortable in the booth. The TV above the bar was showing a soccer game, Philadelphia Union vs D.C. United. A few groans could be heard coming from the patrons sitting at the bar as one player tumbled to the ground, holding his leg. A referee threw up a yellow card, signaling a foul against the injured player. One slender finger began twirling and twisting a strand of blonde hair, threading the tress through the other four before returning to being wrapped around the first. Her attention was brought back to Logan as he began to speak.
"What about you? What do you do for fun? Pick up strange men at bars and then get free cake out of them?"
Namahri sat there, as if she were thinking how to respond, a small mischievous smirk upon her lips,"Hmm -- no, not usually. However, I must admit it's been fun so far!" a bout of airy, warm laughter left her mouth as she reached for her water again. She took a small sip and continued on,"Actually, I write music in my spare time on my piano or cello. Keeps me on my toes. But, then there are those days were even music can't help to relax me, so I just game, watch movies, or draw. I'm a little all over the place when it comes to hobbies."
The thought that she might be dining with a human didn't bother her; but the thought that he might be a hunter frightened her a little. If he was, in fact, one of them, he could be here, with her, only to be waiting for the moment where he could kill her. He seemed so civil, though. He didn't seem like the type of guy to just kill because she was different -- but how could she be so sure? The need to know was beginning to eat away at her, to gnaw at her conscience. Was he a hunter? Would he kill her if he knew what she was? Did ... he maybe like her? Perhaps in time she would find the answers to the questions that reeled through her mind.
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Sept 22, 2012 14:54:35 GMT -5
"I usually don't have time for hobbies. But when I do I either drink or go to the gym. Again that's not very often." Vaughn gave another smirk and looked around the room.
The room was dimly lit, possibly hiding the sight of the food people are eating. There were lots of people eating out that night. They were talking, smiling, laughing. The overall energy of the place was phenomenal and lively.
"Please don't take any offense but what made you want to go into your profession?" As he sat across from the woman he noticed in the corner of his eye people from across the way staring at him. He didn't know why, but they were. Perhaps they knew what he was, maybe they were supernatural. He wasn't quite sure. As they stared he exchanged a nod and gave them a smile as if he knew them from somewhere even though he didn't.
"I wonder when that food will get here," Vaughn said as he twiddled his thumbs for a moment but then stopped, resting one arm on the table and the other arm raised upwards and tucked under his chin.
"This is a pretty fun anniversary so far dear."
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Post by Namahri Faith McCoy on Sept 29, 2012 10:50:35 GMT -5
Namahri smirked to herself, her intuition never seeming to fail her. It was a small, trivial victory in the grand scheme of things, but it still a victory. After all, she had never known a man to be so muscular to not have stepped a single foot on a gym's grungy floor.
She reached for her now diminished water, the glass roughly about a quarter full, bringing it up to her lips as her eyes wandered away from Logan. She saw the bartender mixing the margaritas with a finesse that all bartenders seemed to have. It was almost as if they were magicians and the drinks were their tricks. How much training did it take to become so skilled?
"Please don't take any offense but what made you want to go into your profession?"
The vampire sat down her drink as she returned her attention to the company before her, smiling politely as she swallowed the last bit of water. A small wave of her hand conveyed her lack of offense before she proceeded,""No, it's perfectly fine. I just needed the money and a change of pace, and -- well -- dancing allows me to just relax and move with the music. Nothing too complicated about that." A blonde eyebrow, perfected in its shape and nature, raised in question as she noticed Logan wave at some of the other patrons. Maybe he saw someone he knew. She wouldn't bother to ask.
He muttered something about their dinner before he leaned on his chin on a hand, acting like a faithful and sweet-eyed husband. The vampire nodded her head slowly, flipping a strand of the blonde past her shoulder, and leaning in as well. One of her pale, slender hands went to his free arm, running down the length of it and finally resting on top of his hand. There was something of a flirtatious smirk on her face as she cast her gaze downward like a bashful wife before meeting with his,"I agree, love."
Within moments, the waitress returned carrying a flat, saucer-like platter with their salads and drinks. Namahri pulled away from Logan, returning to a proper sitting position as she began unfolding her napkin and rearranging her silverware to their supposed positions. Their waitress set down their margaritas and salads, commenting that their dinner would be out shortly, before she double checked everything on the table and went back to her duties.
Faith, having situated her napkin and now wielding a fork, began delving into the sea of green that covered her ivory, ceramic plate. A quick jab of the lettuce and a crouton made a crunch as the lady brought the fork to her mouth, the food disappearing quickly. She chewed, enjoying the flavors that the salad contained before she went for another bite on her plate.
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Oct 1, 2012 21:38:01 GMT -5
Vaughn could admire a good woman. Thankfully, fate has provided one in front of him. He watched her, studied her, even tried to feel a connection with her. Vaughn couldn't help but think this was all fake, or even a ploy. She seemed to elegant and classy (considering her Profession made him immediately think otherwise).
"So, whose your boyfriend? Some fancy business tycoon of some sort?" Vaughn stabbed into the salad, a crunching noise exerting from the plate as the metallic utensil broke into a crouton. After watching the speed she was eating, Vaughn felt comfortable eating fast. He didn't want to appear like a pig in front of her.
But he felt comfortable since she too was stuffing her face full of food. Obviously he wasn't the only one who was extremely hungry. "The food is pretty good, yeah?" Vaughn said as he raised his glass to his face and took a large drink.
"You go here often?" A part of Vaughn didn't want to talk, and instead munch on his food and keep to himself. But he felt obligated to make some small talk. After all, she was his pretend wife.
"Thanks for being my wife for the night," Vaughn said with a large grin. "I hope the cake is good."
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Post by Namahri Faith McCoy on Oct 2, 2012 9:36:42 GMT -5
It was a ploy. It was a beautiful lie to keep herself and secret safe. She wasn't above dancing for people in this day of age, but it certainly wasn't something she was completely comfortable with. There was something about that atmosphere that just unsettled her. Maybe it was the excessive use the dancers used to numb their souls from the abuse their managers took. Who really knew? Still, it was a lie within a lie.
The vampire continued to eat her salad, her pace a little faster than any gentlewoman would have eaten; but, she was starving and the man that had invited her to dinner probably felt the same. She really didn't feel like she was obligated to follow proper etiquette with Logan, however. Maybe there was something beneath the surface. Namahri was about to remove another bite of salad from her fork when he finally went there. The young woman stopped briefly with the fork, her mouth half-gaped as she moved her gaze from the plate of green before her to Logan's face.
It was only after she had recoverd that she finally responded,"I don't have a boyfriend." There was a minute of silence before she nodded in agreement as she continued to eat, occassionally taking a sip of her margarita. He seemed a bit tense, or perhaps he was just trying to be social. They were, after all, pretending to be a married couple. What couple doesn't socialize at dinner?
"Uhmm ... Not usually, but it is one of my favorites. And you're welcome. Thank you for being my pretend husband." Namahri took the last bite of her salad, gently pushing the plate to the side and wiping her mouth with the white napkin on her lap. She watched Logan, her brain jumbled and indecisive.
In that next moment, it was an outburt of impulse and a burning desire to know,"So -- what are you? For some reason, I can't help but think you're not just a college professor."
What she had just asked could possibly get her killed, but she couldn't resist anymore. As if to brace herself, Namahri took another drink of her margarita -- a rather large one at that.
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Oct 2, 2012 21:56:28 GMT -5
Taking a large gulp of his margarita he looked up at Namahri who had been as blatant as she could be. How could he answer that? Why would he?
"So -- what are you? For some reason, I can't help but think you're not just a college professor."
He didn't know how to respond. But he knew he had to say something quickly otherwise she'd come up with her own conclusions.
"What do you mean?" Vaughn said as he shoved a piece of steak into his mouth and downed another drink of margarita. For a moment he couldn't help but wonder if she was speaking of the supernatural, and what he did that was affiliated with them. If that were the case, he couldn't help but ponder what might have given it away. Was it his smile? The way he dressed? Perhaps she has seen pictures of him as the Hunter Commander. He couldn't be for sure.
"What are you then?" He said, taking another drink of his margarita. "Hard to believe you are just an attractive dancer."
Vaughn put down his fork and knife, looking at her with a smile. He didn't want her to run off, nor did he want her to feel uncomfortable.
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Post by Namahri Faith McCoy on Oct 2, 2012 23:37:30 GMT -5
Namahri leaned back in the booth, watching him, studying his movements. It was a dangerous thing to be dining with someone who could possibly be the one hunting you down. It was almost like handing a struggling rabbit to a ravaging fox and watching it run off with its dinner. You just didn't do it; but she felt something with him. Sure, they only met about an hour ago, but there was something, aside from whatever secret he held, that made her want to stand at his side forever -- or at least as long as he lived.
Logan quickly dodged the question with another, filling his mouth with a piece of steak and washing it down with a rather large gulp of his drink. He seemed a little caught off-guard by the question. It didn't surprise her. It wasn't just something you asked someone everyday, especially someone you met an hour ago. The vampire raised an eyebrow, pondering if he was really naive to the world that existed outside of normal sight, or if he was just playing dumb. Her lips pursed together in thought as she continued to watch him, cutting her steak into a few small pieces.
Her bluntness was returned with one of equal value as he slung the question back into her face. The brown eyes narrowed slightly, judging his tone and body language. He didn't seem hostile; was she willing to risk it? Nami sighed, stabbing her fork into a piece of steak before responding,"You really wanna know? You think you can handle it?" It was with a coolness that she brought the piece of steak to her mouth and began to chew, soon swallowing and retrieving a sip of her own drink to wash down the remains. She took a few more bites and began to let her eyes wander as she sighed deeply, her mouth full of the red meat and her mind full of red alarms.
A minute and a half a steak later, the vampire finally paused in her eating, gently resting the sides of her hands against the table. Deep breath in. "I'm a vampire."
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