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Post by Nathan Stark on Oct 8, 2012 19:58:39 GMT -5
Nathan led the way to his bike, handing her a spare helmet, and getting on.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Oct 8, 2012 19:59:42 GMT -5
She pulled it on and got on behind him, putting her arms around him. "Better not be smiling."
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Post by Nathan Stark on Oct 8, 2012 20:09:30 GMT -5
"I'm not." He assured her, having put on his helmet. She would be interesting indeed. The dinner would be first, in a good English restaurant that he knew. It'd be a bit expensive, but that was fine with him, the food would be good, at least.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Oct 8, 2012 20:10:22 GMT -5
"Good," she said, "It wouldn't suit you."
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Post by Nathan Stark on Oct 8, 2012 20:17:56 GMT -5
Nathan nodded a little. He'd ask her about it again. For now, they rode in silence, reaching the restaurant a little bit later, and he parked the bike.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Oct 30, 2012 22:43:34 GMT -5
She got off and set the helmet where she had sat, "Nice choice."
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Post by Nathan Stark on Oct 30, 2012 22:52:18 GMT -5
"Thanks. Before you ask, don't worry about the money. This one's on me." He gave, unconcerned with how much could potentially be spent. Nathan got off the bike, not offering a hand, instead walking beside her through the restaurant doors.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Oct 30, 2012 22:53:04 GMT -5
She folded her arms and followed him in.
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Post by Nathan Stark on Oct 30, 2012 22:54:56 GMT -5
He got seating for two, and led the way over, the waiter leaving menus there, and bringing them the drinks they asked for. Nathan ordered some wine, himself...knowing that his high tolerance for alcohol would still allow him to drive. It was very hard for him to get drunk after all..
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Post by Noa Clarke on Oct 30, 2012 22:56:04 GMT -5
She ordered a harder liquor, feeling like she was going to need that in the end.
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Post by Nathan Stark on Oct 30, 2012 22:59:49 GMT -5
He noted her choice...but didn't protest it, considering that he could still drive. Reading over the menu instead, he picked out what he wanted.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Oct 30, 2012 23:01:20 GMT -5
She picked up her own, skimming it. Yeah, her drink might have been right.
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Post by Nathan Stark on Oct 30, 2012 23:03:33 GMT -5
He looks over to her. "How's the menu suit you? If you don't like it we can go elsewhere."
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Post by Noa Clarke on Oct 30, 2012 23:04:00 GMT -5
"It looks good," she told him.
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Post by Nathan Stark on Oct 30, 2012 23:05:28 GMT -5
"Good to know." He gave, relaxing as the waiter returned, and took their orders, going away to fill them when he was done. He took another sip of the wine, looking at Noa out of the corner of his eye.
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