[ Obnoxiously, he snaps his fingers at a nearby waiter. ]
Something with mayo in the potatoes and the most expensive macaroni and cheese the chef can make. [ As the first waiter scurries off, the second appears with the wine list and Loki holds up his hands. ] We'll break with tradition and let the lady choose, I'm under-qualified.
[She has to laugh at being able to just settle for something so simple despite the locale, but when she's offered to choose the wine, she ponders for a moment, definitely having more expensive in that category than Loki would, before looking towards the waiter.]
[ Agreeing with a nod, he chins a hand and slouches like he absolutely shouldn't, folding his legs to twist and see her better, and munches on one of the breadsticks as he grins. ]
So! What's a nice girl like you doing in a dump like this?
You tell me. [She shifts in her seat, hands smoothing out the material over her thighs, still feeling a bit out of her realm in the attire. Very soft though.]
Somehow I doubt being too lazy to cook and your mash cravings are the only reason we're here. What is it you need?
Please, if I wanted something from you then I would have asked last week.
[ When all the prepwork on the casino runes was being done, heh. Loki does tap his half-stick on the table, poking around his crumbs though. ]
Ah, but it recently came to my attention that I might — might — have been less than entirely chivalrous in the way I left when we, um. That time. [ Thanks, Erik. Asshole. Flailing inwardly at apologising, he covers her hand with one of his. ] I failed to treat you as you deserve, both as my best friend and the woman who allowed me into her bed.
You already apologized for that. [Though at the time, she had forced it out of him, getting a rather vague response about the entire chain of events.
Now, she simply gazes over at him, quieting as her fingers tap up against his. It'd be about a month since then, though she hadn't exactly forgotten about it, never really knowing what any of it had entailed, but never questioning it as anything further than what it was. Sighing through her nose, her hand twists to take hold of his.]
It was a bit of an ass move on your part, yeah. [Even with the honesty, she's smiling slightly with gripping fingers.]
Not properly. I was ... distracted from you, at the time, by something quite awful and entirely to do with where my own thoughts took me. I'd rather not go into detail about it.
[ He offers a chagrined smile, squeezing her fingers back. ]
Someone did it to me recently, ah. Rather hit home hard.
[Someone did it to me recently. A surprise to hear, but she won't ask him on those details, though she understands what being in that position is like.]
Needing counsel? [She leans in to catch his eyes closer, tangling their fingers.] Well, we're fine. You're still ... keeping something from me. Whatever weird reasons you have. But we're fine. Us sleeping together or not sleeping together, you running off — it's not screwing us up.
I know you would. [Talk about himself. She's well aware of his bad habits by now, a rather common trend in recent and past events. But that's Loki.
She huffs into an amused smile, taking up her drink with a free hand, letting her nose poke at the rim of the glass.]
I'm fine. Taking things a lot easier than you are, for sure. But I'm making ... friends. I guess. Advantage to a place where people seem to be more openly honest, strangely enough. You'd think more assholes would be scouting the town.
If you run into any assholes, send them my way. I'll find a use for them where they have to be honest.
[ As the first course arrives at the same time as the drinks, he excitedly leans back to survey his ridiculously extravagant, entirely too common meal. Yes, good. ]
[Said flatly, but her smile remains nonetheless. The arrival of the food has her shaking her head with a laugh, sighing as she leans back in her seat, taking a lot upon the table at what should be a simple meal, but shouts out as being much too flashy.]
You really didn't need to do any of this, you know. [The dress, the limo, the restaurant. Everything, really.]
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Something with mayo in the potatoes and the most expensive macaroni and cheese the chef can make. [ As the first waiter scurries off, the second appears with the wine list and Loki holds up his hands. ] We'll break with tradition and let the lady choose, I'm under-qualified.
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Some Pinot Noir should be fine, please.
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So! What's a nice girl like you doing in a dump like this?
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Somehow I doubt being too lazy to cook and your mash cravings are the only reason we're here. What is it you need?
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[ When all the prepwork on the casino runes was being done, heh. Loki does tap his half-stick on the table, poking around his crumbs though. ]
Ah, but it recently came to my attention that I might — might — have been less than entirely chivalrous in the way I left when we, um. That time. [ Thanks, Erik. Asshole. Flailing inwardly at apologising, he covers her hand with one of his. ] I failed to treat you as you deserve, both as my best friend and the woman who allowed me into her bed.
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Now, she simply gazes over at him, quieting as her fingers tap up against his. It'd be about a month since then, though she hadn't exactly forgotten about it, never really knowing what any of it had entailed, but never questioning it as anything further than what it was. Sighing through her nose, her hand twists to take hold of his.]
It was a bit of an ass move on your part, yeah. [Even with the honesty, she's smiling slightly with gripping fingers.]
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[ He offers a chagrined smile, squeezing her fingers back. ]
Someone did it to me recently, ah. Rather hit home hard.
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Needing counsel? [She leans in to catch his eyes closer, tangling their fingers.] Well, we're fine. You're still ... keeping something from me. Whatever weird reasons you have. But we're fine. Us sleeping together or not sleeping together, you running off — it's not screwing us up.
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[ Drawing her fingers over, he pecks them just as the drinks arrive. ]
Are you alright, Verity? I'll talk about myself all night long if I don't ask now.
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She huffs into an amused smile, taking up her drink with a free hand, letting her nose poke at the rim of the glass.]
I'm fine. Taking things a lot easier than you are, for sure. But I'm making ... friends. I guess. Advantage to a place where people seem to be more openly honest, strangely enough. You'd think more assholes would be scouting the town.
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[ As the first course arrives at the same time as the drinks, he excitedly leans back to survey his ridiculously extravagant, entirely too common meal. Yes, good. ]
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[Said flatly, but her smile remains nonetheless. The arrival of the food has her shaking her head with a laugh, sighing as she leans back in her seat, taking a lot upon the table at what should be a simple meal, but shouts out as being much too flashy.]
You really didn't need to do any of this, you know. [The dress, the limo, the restaurant. Everything, really.]