All dressed up...

[Lovely]

March 21, 2009
10:20 pm


The second beer hadn't been very appealing though he'd hoped the night would be more interesting with the fuzzy edges. It still wasn't and he was bored. The only thing holding his interest was the waffling thought of talking to the blonde girl on the patio.. if only he was that brave. Dom managed a smile and he talked himself into believing she'd smiled back. That's when the shouting started. The full fledged fight had drawn too many people into the front room around him to watch out the front windows and he lost sight of her and of any desire to stay any later. Violence wasn't his sort of thing. He looked again, but only saw the swimming mass of onlookers and couldn't find her anywhere. Maybe she'd already left, he wondered. He ducked through the crowd to the kitchen and out through the garage, bypassing the fists and thrown bodies, and hopefully the spray of any misdirected.. anything. Wearing blood home wasn't usually a good idea, and a worse one when it wasn't his own. Driving any further than the few blocks he'd come was nearly as bad of an idea, feeling the road slip sideways under the car more than once, but luckily not enough to catch the attention of any officer yet. He pulled into the lot of the diner and sat in the car a long moment before slowly wandering in, conspicuously alone. He asked for a booth, a table for two at least, so it at least seemed that he was waiting for someone, not just steaming off a buzz until he could drive.

Ely didn't like beer much but to be polite she had been sipping the bottle she'd been given as she stood with her two friends, talking and watching the crowd. Her friends quickly found guys to talk to and the trio split up, leaving Ely by herself, she didn't care for parties that much either and sighed as the other two went off. She smiled as her gaze swept over the people and she thought she saw a cute guy looking and smiling at her. Maybe he wasn't... about then a fight broke out and Ely used that as her hint to make a speedy exit, she slipped out the back and to her car, texting her friends to tell them she'd left as she didn't want them to worry. She drove around, bored but not drunk from the few sips of beer, a short time later she pulled into the small lot of the diner. She felt a little dressed up but, at least stopping to eat would ease the boredom a little. She brushed her fingers through her hair as she stepped inside, looking around for a place to sit.

Dominick lifted his gaze as the tiny bell on the door rattled. His attention was always easily drawn to sounds and movements, but painfully moreso with the alcohol his system just seemed to process like a hurricane. He blinked again, disbelieving what he thought he saw and couldn't help but smile again. The moment of bravery he'd been waiting for in the crowd hit him now and he rose his hand to wave her over. He hoped she would join him.

Ely's eyes scanned the diner and she stopped on the man as he waved her over, she took a moment to glance behind her to see if anyone had walked in behind her. There was no one there and she turned back to him with a shy smile, pointing to herself as she started toward his table. What were the odds? The very same guy she'd thought was cute from the party happened to be in here when she wandered in. She wondered if she'd slipped and hit her head or if she was dreaming the whole night and would wake in her bed at home only to realize none of it was real.

Melodramatic and sweet, he moved his hand over his chest like it might break his heart if she didn't come sit at his table. He nodded and waved a little more frantically, his lips saying 'please'. In that moment a creeping bit of horror tickled his brain and gave him an embarrassed feeling, a shiver that told him her boyfriend was going to waltz in behind her and come rip his nose off. Dominick blushed and felt the heat light up even the tops of his ears that were covered under his hair as he chuckled and only semi-hid behind his menu, wanting to see her arrive and not wanting to watch her walk away forever. He swore his heart stopped for that moment... or would if it wasn't pounding furiously.

She mouthed an 'awww' at how he held his hand over his heart and said please silently for her to come to his table. She was on her way there anyway and picked up her pace to get there quicker, she stopped at the seat across from him. "Hi..." Ely blushed softly, reaching to brush her fingers through her hair as she slid down into the seat, she smiled sweetly at him, hoping she didn't come off like a big geek or something.

[Lovely]

"Hi. I think I owe you my life," he said, holding his menu down and leaning a little over the table. His expression was one of genuine gratitude with a hint of tipsy sweetness. His gaze was far too steady to consider him drunk, however.

"I.. ah.. you what?" She stumbled over her words in straight confusion as her gaze worked over his face and she tried to figure out what in the world he meant by that. "Um.. I only had three sips of beer.. but I don't remember saving anyone's life."

"No, just now," he said, his face lighting up like he was telling her juicy secrets. "You're here alone like me, right? That means I'm not about to get killed. It also means I won't die of complete embarrassment. I've never done anything like that in my life. Thank you for humoring me. I'm Dominick... and you're beautiful," he said, biting his lip and sitting back, trying not to combust from the blush and hoping she didn't think he was a complete joker.

It took her a few moments to reply as she didn't want to stammer over her words again, as she sat there watching him she was blushing. "I came alone." The shy soft smile shone out at him, her face warm and friendly, her fingers twirling a lock of hair. "Thank you, that's really sweet of you to say." Her teeth played with her lower lip for a moment. "Um.. why would you be getting killed?"

"I'll admit I had a little more than three sips at the party," he said bashfully, setting the menu aside. "But I mean it. If I never utter another breath... and if my heart doesn't slow down, that could happen... I wanted you to hear it, because it's true. I won't be getting killed unless you're expecting a rather burly and jealous boyfriend."

"Oh.. well I don't really like beer. I was just trying not to be rude. Besides, I wasn't there for very long anyway." She admitted why she'd had so little to drink. "I don't have one of those.. a boyfriend - burly, jealous, or otherwise." Her free hand sat on top of the table tracing the pattern of the tile or whatever it was. "Are you going to be alright? Can I do anything to help?" She motioned to her chest, asking about the comments he'd made about his heart beating fast.

He nodded slowly. "Please tell me your name," he pleaded softly. "I'll be fine. Fast metabolism and everything speeds up worse with bad beer.. any beer. I should have known better, really."

"Oh.. will eating help it?" There was a hint of true concern in her voice as she made the suggestion and pointed to the menu he'd set aside. She planned on eating, the good thing about being feral was that she didn't really have to worry about what she ate like alot of other girls did. "My name is Elyssia.. my friends and family call me Ely."

"Can I call you Ely, then?" He hoped he counted among friends. "It's a very pretty name, too. Mine is... I'm not sure what. It's just Dominick," he shrugged, looking at the menu like it might bite him. "I'll be fine, I promise. Some time sitting still until the room stops and all? I'll order something small. Please, let me get you something, though. That party was awful and I'd like to make it up to you somehow. You're all dressed for it and it was a bust."

"It's nice to meet you. Of course you can call me Ely." She flashed him a sweet smile as she reached to open the second menu that had been placed on the table. She kept it flat on the table top though, rather than block her view of him. "Oh that's really sweet of you, but you don't have to make up for the party.. you didn't make it bad or anything. Besides, if I hadn't been bored and that fight hadn't started, I wouldn't be here with you, now. So it was actually good that the party wasn't great."

"Alright," he considered, smiling and leaning his elbows down on the table, maybe trying to hold himself together. "I'd like to buy you dinner. May I?" His tone was less rattled now and the blush had calmed.