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Post by Cortex on Nov 26, 2009 1:07:10 GMT -5
"Actually a Truffle in French culinary is actually a type of edible fungi that was brought into the cuisine around the 18th century," Dylan said pushing up his glasses and looking at the menu. "It's since been adapted into other cultures as well, but France remains the most famous for it. Black Truffles are most commonly used in French dishes, grown exclusively on oak. It's harvested in late autumn and early winter, and usually lasts for a year if preserved carefully." He looked at the group completely casually and nodded his head. "I had them last time I was here, they're really quite good here. It was when we went to the Major's private party. It was the third political function ever held here," he said and then glanced at the wine list, and didn't take more than a second to look over it all. Dylan had the ability to read 20,000 words per minute, and a simple wine list was nothing to the young genius.
"The best red wine on here is a 1990 La Tache Rouge, but it goes for about $800 a bottle unfortunately. Actually, the 1985 La Tache Rouge goes for over $8,000, so it's a real bargain actually, and it's the wine that this restaurant in particular like to advertise about. It's similar to the way that Peter Luger's does in New York. Now assuming that someone here will want fish or chicken, they have a delicious white wine, the 2000 Domaine William Fevre Chablis Grand Cru Les Clos. It goes for about $300 a bottle, and a definite contender for the best wine in the world," Dylan said, struggling slightly with the French pronunciation as it was not his strong point, though he understood when spoke to him or written.
He was relaxing more and more, nervous at first with the presence of his former teacher that used to intimidate him more than once and his surprising date that he seemed incredibly fond of, something that Dylan couldn't once remember seeing, and he had a photographic memory to consult on that. It was surprising to say the least, and the girl's attitude was unlike anything he was used to and managed to make him a bit nervous all over, but Mason looking at everything like this was a different planet made a touch of nostalgia go through him, remembering the times of all of them back at the school and Dylan trying to coach Mason for the first formal for the x-Men on which forks to use at dinner. "Well, I haven't eaten most of the day and I think I will start with the Shrimp Bisque and then the Braised Venison. Later on, the desserts here are really good, and they leave time between courses for conversation and dancing as well, to allow the food to digest. All restaurants used to do that, but now only 4% of the restaurant in the world leave a period of time before serving each course."
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HeartString
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Tracy Goddard
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Post by HeartString on Nov 26, 2009 4:49:24 GMT -5
Tracy had come into the restaurant in awe and was even more-so as she sat at the table. She was staring at the room around her and was wide eyed and blinking very little so as to not miss a detail. There was little chance she would ever have time off like this again for a long time, and she was determined to absorb as much as she could. This place though, was more than she could handle it seemed. Her own enjoyment was so great she had hardly heard what was said but she didn't miss the odd sensation of anxiety emanating from Ember. It was however the mention by Dylan of dancing that snapped her out of her trance. "Dancing? Dylan? You? Since when do you know how to dance?" She blinked as she focused her eyes back on the table before her and all of her friends. "Wow" she said to Ingrid with a giggle in her tone "you have really done wonders with him I see." She reached under the table and smoothed her hand down Mason's leg as she turned and smiled at him. "Dancing between courses. Oh wow this is the most incredible- I just love this place." Pulling her hands up to reach for the menu she opened it to see what everyone had been talking about. The words and numbers she had heard but was not listening to finally fell into some sort of order in her mind and she pieced together what had been said as she had zoned out. "Oh, my goodness..." she reeled from the shock of the numbers on the page and then covered with a "there's uh, wow... quite a selection." Looking over the menu she made eye contact with Aideen and as she glanced quickly around to see everyone else looking at their menu or helping their dates to decide she mouthed the words to her friend and team mate. 'What's wrong?' She saw her read the words on her lips and then asked 'Bathroom?' to see if it was something she wanted to talk about. Tracy could feel the uncomfortable sensations like being watched , but no... more the fear of being watched and yet that too was not quite right. Then it became clearer to her and she was almost positive it was a fear of being found out. She wondered what it was that Aideen had done, and to whom. For Aideen's own sake she hoped it wasn't something she had done to Logan because as far as Tracy could tell he was in a state of near bliss, which was indeed a rare and treasured thing all of the Corsairs and former Corsairs at the table could attest to.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Nov 27, 2009 3:42:18 GMT -5
Ingrid beamed at Dylan and giggled slightly at how he seemed to retell all these facts and history over the simplest topics. It was originally what had her so fascinated with him, being unlike anyone else she had ever encountered. "I taught him much more than that darling," she winked at Tracy and giggled again at the blush that unconsciously seemed to come up whenever she flattered him or made a suggestive comment, which she simply adored to do. "He is quite the dancer, though I admit, I still am trying to get him to dip me with a more confident ease, but other than that, he is quite light on his feet." Ingrid smiled at him and leaned up to kiss his cheek, feeling his skin grow warmer from the blush under her lips.
"I shall have the Foie Gras Salad to start I think, and the Roast Pike. Do you remember that darling? The sauce was divine! Especially with the Chablis Grand Cru Les Clos, it is my favorite white wine, though I admit I prefer red wine usually." She smiled at the group and closed the menu, placing it in front of her. "The last time I was here, we weren't in the Lagoon room of course, but the table was still wonderful. with a view of Boston. I came here to celebrate a new modeling contract, and it was a party for the new models they signed out. We rented the swan room on the fourth floor, and it was just lovely. We had a live band as well, and oh the night was just wonderful. This is one of the most upscale places in Boston and for good reason."
Twinkling grey eyes looked up at Dylan with eagerness. "We will dance tonight too yes? I would love to dance to this band again, oh I do hope they play swing again." She peered at the lead singer and grinned wider. "His voice is wonderful! I bet he could sing Dean Martin songs wonderfully, though nothing could be the real thing. I cannot wait!" Ingrid looked so excited and with good reason, as dancing was how she got into modeling to begin with. She started as a modern dancer, and was discovered at the age of thirteen at an audition for the Vaganova School of Dance in Russia. She didn't get in, but one of the judges was a modeling scout and she was offered a job on the spot.
Ingrid looked over at Aideen, feeling almost intimidated, but not quite. The girl acted so proper like she was at an extremely formal function among royalty, making Ingrid almost feel like she was actually royalty. "I must thank you for making the arrangements for us here, it is really wonderful!" She straightened in her seat and looked brightly at both Logan and Aideen. "Are you all enjoying your vacation? Dylan said that you are all on a break from the school yes?" She attempted to make conversation as they waited for the waiter to come back and take their orders.
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Post by Network on Nov 28, 2009 3:30:12 GMT -5
"Oh, there!" Mike jabbed a finger at the menu making a loud pop as it hit. "That right there is the one I want! Fillet Mignon, mmmm... with a... what does that say? A white truffle sauce? Oh that sounds pretty good, I love fish." he looked to his girl. He was just messing with her, seeing as she was teetering right on the edge of flipping out on him he thought it a perfect time to test and see if she was really listening to him.
"How about you baby?" He asked, a smile barely hiding behind his words. She was so hot when she was mad, and it might have been why he liked to make her upset. Sometimes though he just messed up and it was those times that really made her the maddest. It had to have been something like that which set her in this mood, he couldn't be so sure, and for the life of him he couldn't recall what it was he had done to make them break up the last time but he was so not going to let it happen again. He had to make her laugh, she was hot when she was mad...but she was beautiful when she laughed. "You like fish?"
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Nov 28, 2009 5:13:40 GMT -5
For a minute, Lai was torn between bursting out in laughter and glaring it him for making such a ridiculous comment at an elegant restaurant like that. She finally decided that bite her lip to keep the smile back and shake her head. "You're impossible you know that? Those manners of a rat comments still stand," she said glancing at him and crossing her legs under the table and using her the toe of her stiletto to run up Mike's legs gently, just to tease him a little and maybe get him to behave.
"Let's see... I think I'll go for the French Onion soup... and oh the sliced Veal with Apple Brandy sauce sounds amazing! I wanted to try it ever since I saw it in that article!" Lai said closing the menu, her toe still rubbing Mike's calf gently while she acted perfectly normal. "It is really nice, and Dylan I may have to steal you for a dance. The only dance this one here knows is definitely not appropriate for a place like this." She smirked at Mike and took a sip of the water as the waiter came to take their orders for drinks. Lai sat innocent as ever while the order for a bottle of red wine and white wine that Dylan recommended were ordered as her toe moved up and down slowly. She did love to tease him, especially when she knew that he was only trying to piss her off.
The waiter left and Lai straightened up and uncrossed her legs casually. "Wow this place is really great, thanks a tone for inviting us, its just beautiful. And it's so nice to be at a classy place like this instead of going down to Olive Garden or some burger joint." She looked pointedly at Mike at this, but it was half hearted. Truth was she wasn't that much of a high maintenance girl and was happy with a thick juicy burger and fries and an evening curled up watching Sopranos re-runs. That didn't mean she didn't liked to be treated to a glamorous evening out once in awhile.
"Oh hey you guys are here on vacation? That's great! I'm a first year at Harvard, and I'm counting the days now for the semester to end!" She said with a slight laugh, thinking of her heavy course load this semester. "You're all enjoying yourselves I hope. This place could be a lot of fun, though it's still so cold this time of year! I can deal with it though, cause the nightlife makes up for it." Lai looked around the place as if to prove her point.
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Post by Wolverine on Nov 28, 2009 6:29:12 GMT -5
Hrumph Logan grunted through his nose as everyone said what they were going to order before the waiter got there and only gave him the wine order. As the man turned and was heading off He grumbled a gruff growl "Hey Bub. Come on back here. I think we're all pretty much ready to order." He glanced around the table at them and knowing it was bad form to place the meal order so soon, but having his own agenda, he went around the table. His French was flawless, albeit with a more Canadian flair, but still perfectly understandable and a welcome change for the waiter as some nights.. such as this night in particular... many of the customers spoke the menu items so very incorrectly.
Finding himself with the dilemma of ordering for his woman or asking her what she wanted he didn't hesitate even for a fraction of a second as he spoke her order "Pour la dame..." he indicated Aideen as he said it ".. Asperges et au fromage de chèvre Salade, et Pétoncle... euh, non je signifie.." he slipped into French-Candian for a moment then caught himself and ordered correctly "Coquilles Saint-Jacques." He winked at his Angel Eyes, knowing she would want salad and no red meat he opted for the traditional dish. "Quant à moi..." and for himself... he paused only to fold his menu ".. Caille en sarcophage." He handed his menu up to the waiter and wondered if the small quail in a puff pastry shell with foie gras and truffle sauce would be enough to fill him. "Ah ya better make that two for me. Have em put it on one plate though, got it?"
As the man walked away Logan turned to his love and regarded her with a deep contemplation, pulling slowly on his cigar to get it glowing again. He didn't like what he was seeing and hearing from her, that being almost exactly nothing. Something had gone afoul since they stepped into the joint and he intended to find out what it was. Opting for the direct approach he placed his cigar down in the ashtray knowing it would go out of it's own accord and blew his lungful to the ceiling as he stood. "Vous m'honorerez s'il vous plaît avec cette danse mon bel amour?" He held out his hand as the music played on.
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Post by Ember on Nov 28, 2009 16:00:17 GMT -5
Aideen was lucky to be practiced at holding back smiles and smirks, because after Logan spoke in French, the waiter himself looked incredibly surprised, and the looks of some of the others at the table was more than enough to tempt her to smirk. In the end, her proper ladylike exterior held and she looked at Logan with surprise sparked in her dark eyes. "Oui Monsieur," she said in a perfect French accent enough to be mistaken for a French Native. Taking the napkin carefully off her lap, she placed it on the table daintily and took his hand and stood up. "Excuse us," she added politely to the group before allowing Logan to lead one away.
Though she knew how to dance, it was not something that Aideen ever held a high opinion of in the matter of participating. It was simply another form of discipline and she had only done it in the past on her own free will if it meant an escape from a situation. At the moment though, with his hand on her waist, her hand resting on his arm and the other still holding his hand, it didn't seem all that bad. Her chocolate dark eyes locked on his with amusement sparking behind them. "You're having fun shocking everyone tonight aren't you?" Aideen asked softly as she kept in step with him perfectly, letting him lead and easily keeping up.
"First showing up with me, then that smile downstairs, and now not only did you order the courses right after the wine in French, you actually set down your cigar and ask me to dance. Each time, the expression on their faces tops the last it seems." She easily allowed him to pull back and smoothly twirl her before bringing her back as the soft swing music played in the background. "Mon bon monsieur, les gens ont beaucoup trop de plaisir choquant," she said in a delicate French accent with a teasing lilt to it. She had squelched the knowledge of what was to come at a later time to enjoy herself and keep the erudition of the inevitable out of her mind.
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Ironclad
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Mason Rictus
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Post by Ironclad on Nov 28, 2009 17:03:55 GMT -5
As if Mason didn't have enough shocks in one day, this was just on the cherry on top. He blinked several times in disbelief looking at Logan like he had just grown an extra head. He had figured that the guy's been around to learn other languages, but he wasn't the type that would bother switching from English unless it was necessary. Not only did he give their orders in French, he put his cigar down[/i] and took Aideen to the dance floor. He gave up a cigar. Mason blinked again and turned his head to watch them on the dance floor.
"What the... yeah this has gotta be the most bizarre trip ever," he said shaking his head in disbelief. "You know he said 'please' to her earlier?" He looked at Dylan and Mike in disbelief, knowing that they would get the shock probably more than the two girls. "He actually said please. You can ask Tracy if you don't believe me. Oh and today, he left a big juicy burger alone so Aideen could sit on his lap." Mason looked at their faces and his own was serious as ever. "And to top it off, for the first time since I've known her-" He looked back at Aideen and then back at the table. "She laughed. I've never seen her laugh or even smile before today. It's like... I don't know man..."
Mason shook his head again in disbelief and blinked several times again. "I'm starting to believe that we really are in the Twilight Zone," he said seriously just as the waiter came back with two bottles of wine and brought them over to Dylan to taste. He sat back and looked at Tracy, shaking his head again. "You want a word to describe our vacation. 'Bizarre'. Their's your word."
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Post by Cortex on Nov 29, 2009 2:40:03 GMT -5
Dylan sat back for a moment, nodding absentmindedly when the waiter presented him with the red wine bottle. "Well.... ummm, uhh. Wow," he finally said as the waiter poured a splash of wine in the glass and handed it to him. Dylan brought the glass in front of him, swirling it around and watching how the wine clung to the glass as it came down. "That's um... extremely out of character for him." He sniffed the wine, satisfied with the rich smell and then took a sip, carefully swirling it around in his mouth, using his power to amplify his taste buds so he could really get the sense of taste from this wine. It was a rich wine, well aged and well stored, even tasting the wood of the barrel it was kept it that seemed to add to the mix of the whole flavor.
He nodded his head and then the waiter presented the white wine and Dylan nodded again, still thinking. "Honestly I don't even remember him saying 'please' to Jean, and he completely doted on her probably more than any other woman I have seen until now," he said and took the glass of white wine to test. Going through the same process as with the red wine, he noted the more mellow and tart smell that matched the taste, perfect for fish or poultry. "He left a burger too? That's well... impressive," he said and nodded his approval for the wine to be served. Dylan noticed the look on Ingrid's and Lai's face and proceeded to maybe explain. "See well Logan isn't one to show such affection or really attach himself to anyone. We've known him to actually be rather distant, and well its just surprising for us. To see him attached to anyone like this is just something that none of us growing up had ever seen is all."
Taking a sip of the red wine, he looked around at the group. "Not to say I'm not thrilled for him. You know there are many beliefs on how meeting a certain person can change another's psyche, but it always varies. In this case, in simplistic terms he found his niche with her that made him confident enough to drop his boundaries with her," Dylan said and held up the glass. "This is really a good wine though, but I wouldn't expect less with the price." He glanced over at the couple on the dance floor, thinking to himself for a moment. "I wouldn't know what to comment on her psyche though, so realize that I am for the most part speculating at the present in regards to Logan. Nonetheless though, he looks happier than I could ever remember or imagine, and I would only wish them the best." He took another sip of the wine to respectfully toast them.
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HeartString
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Tracy Goddard
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Post by HeartString on Nov 29, 2009 16:51:17 GMT -5
"Well, as you all may or may not know..." she eyed the boys to see if she could tell whether or not they had shared anything about her and the rest of their dinner party, "...I have a.. a sense ..about these things. I don't ordinarily talk 'out of school' about other's emotions, but I can say with confidence, that they are both as happy as they appear." She giggled as she wrinkled her nose up and turned to smile at Mason her shoulders bouncing to the rhythm of the swing music.
Picking up her glass she held it out for Dylan to throw a splash of wine in it. "The white please Dylan, if you say it's all that, and did Wolv- uh, Logan say I wanted the Seared White Sturgeon with the Caviar Beurre Blanc? He did didn't he. I was listening but he shocked me too, I mean you know the guy has been around so he must have picked up a thing or two in his travels, but it's like he's pulling out all the stoppers tonight. I don't know if Aideen is impressed but looking at all of our faces it's easy to say we are, huh?"
"Oh thank you." She said to Dylan as he finished pouring her glass. A sip later and as she let it flood into her tastebuds, the almost buttery smoothness of the vintage on her tongue delightful, she made the yummie noise and licked her lips. "Wow, that is incredible. Oh Mason... I love this song," she said as the next song kicked in "you want to come and give a girl a twirl?" She motioned with her index finger for him to come as she stood up and backed her way to the dance floor, her shoulders and hips doing a cute popping to the beat of the music.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Nov 29, 2009 18:41:58 GMT -5
Ingrid glanced at Dylan and then at Tracy, staying quiet while she watched the exchange and the adorable look of astonishment on his face was too cute. Very few things surprised him and when they did, he just looked so adorable. She knew that they were all mutants, that much Dylan did tell her under the confidence that she wouldn't tell anyone else, and she never did. Ingrid only could wonder why someone doesn't smile at all, and how they can't laugh. It was weird to think of someone who doesn't smile, because even as someone as rough looking as Logan managed to break out in a smile for a moment.
"Oh well-," Ingrid sat back and kept quiet, not wanting to interfere with anyone's good time. She had been hoping to maybe get a chance to talk to them and find out a little more about Dylan's friends from his past. He had sat her down one night a year ago and explained everything to her, which explained a lot of things and gave her a new insight on his life. She was hoping to get to talk to his friends a little more that he spoke so fondly of. "Enjoy your dance, I do like this song too," she said politely as the waited came to offer them pieces of hot biscuits with walnut oil.
She reached forward and grabbed a roll, dipping it in the bowl of oil before bringing it back and taking a bite. "MMmmm they do make delicious rolls yes?" Ingrid said smiling as she took a bite. She looked over at Lai and Mike, grinning. "It is nice to have our men to ourselves for a change yes? A weekend with no business trips and no late night calls, though I may have just jinxed us." She knocked on wood just in case, looking between the two of them. "When are you guys leaving for work things again?"
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Post by Network on Nov 29, 2009 20:45:48 GMT -5
Kicking back in his chair, and throwing his hands up and behind his head he let out a big sigh. "What do we stink or somethin?" Mike turned his head to sniff at his armpit. "Ahh. Fresh as a daisy. Well, let em dance, more room for us I say." He looked at Lai and nodded, thinking of what he and she could do with all that space. Her stroking was sending spikes of lusty endorphins right into the tank of the love machine sitting next to her.
"Oh, uh? Work?" He peeled his eyes, and his thoughts, away from his hot sexy lady. "Not for me, I just pulled two days of solid triple shifts. That means three days off- yesss." he pumped his one arm like he just rolled a seven. "Some might say it's impossible to go without sleep..." And then he sat up straight puffing out his chest "but, I laugh at the impossible." He spoke in a cheesy way wiggling his eyebrows and moving his lips around with mock bravado. "That is where I was baby, and with this little 3 day vacation I was hoping to spend some of it with you, gettin sweaty. Whatta ya say? Got plans?"
He was famous for not letting Lai, or anyone for that matter, know what was happening in his life. He didn't do it to be stealthy or sly, he just didn't really know himself until the last minute about most things. Either that, or he would forget about prior engagements until 'the day of' and then scramble to recover and make the event at the appointed time with gift in hand if one was required. This plan of action rarely ever being successful yet Mike, being the creature of habit he was, could not break out of the cycle and most times the gift would be forgotten between the shower and getting dressed anyway.
"So what do you ladies think of our old friends?" It was then that it dawned on him that Lai still didn't know he was a mutant. It just never came up in casual conversation since he didn't have the demeanor of a 'talkative fellow'. Even after a snuggle, or a rowdy romp in the sack with his woman he was more apt to roll over and fall asleep than to stay awake chatting. The afterglow of sharing wasn't where he shined, and she wasn't with him for his award winning behavior, his passionate skill and fun loving carefree attitude were what drew her and kept her coming back for more.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Nov 29, 2009 22:31:47 GMT -5
Lai smiled and took a sip of the wine, though she was still underage technically, places like this turned a blind eye when top dollar was paid for a drink. "I like them, I mean Mason and Tracy are very cool, shes a sweetheart. Mason seems intense, but I don't mind," she glanced at Mike and winked at him. He was far from intense himself, but their relationship had a tendency to get very intense. "Logan seems kinda rough, but you guys did warn me about that. His French is really good. His girl though, talk about Ice Queen." Lai shivered as if to prove her point. "She sits there like a perfect little doll, no words, hands on her lap, not even a smile! I mean yea she's hot, but she's like the definition of intense. I hope she loosens up in dinner so we'll see more of her," she said and looked between her friends and her boyfriend.
"Ingrid don't even look at me like that, you know I'm right," she said waving her off and reaching into her purse to check her phone messages. "And when were you going to tell me that you had three days off?! You missed my concert after I told you about it two months ahead of time to put in time for a break. Great damn timing!" Lai said with an accusatory tone and crossed her arms. She played the cello her school's orchestra, and she was damn good at it. It helped fulfill her arts requirement at Harvard, and she had been playing because of her mother since she was a little girl. There had been a big party afterwards and she once again was the only one of her friends without a date.
Large light coffee colored eyes looked at Mike pointedly as her finger gently traced the rim of the glass. "So three days and I get you all to myself? Does this mean I can spend the night at your place and not worry about taking a cab at 4am home because you got called in?" she asked moving her crossed foot again and giving Mike the famous stare. She was determined to get some time with him in an 'all or nothing' kind of deal.
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Mason Rictus
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Post by Ironclad on Nov 30, 2009 0:59:33 GMT -5
"But I- we just got the- aww hell," Mason said grumbling at this point but never one to say no to Tracy. He threw his napkin down on the table and got up, grumbling the whole time. There weren't many people on the dance at the moment, but enough for Mason to eye them warily. "Alright Doll, this dance, but then we eat. I'm starving." He twirled her around on the dance floor and brought her back to him, leading her around the dance floor. "They did pretty good for themselves, huh?" Mason said looking back at the table as he danced to the music. "Dylan to get THE Ingrid Graber, dammmnn. That's impressive."
He grinned at Tracy with a teasing glint in his eyes. "Can't believe it, you used to date the guy that nailed the International Sweetheart," he said with a slight laugh as the swing music played some slow Dean Martin song. He slowed his pace so the two could dance in tune with the music. Mason brought her closer and pressed his jaw gently against her cheek. "It's bringing back a lot of old memories seeing them again. They look pretty happy huh?" He nosed her temple lightly and pressed a kiss on her hairline. "A lots changed since then huh?" His dark gold eyes caught Aideen and Logan on the dance floor too. "Hell a lots changed in the last three months!" he said with a slight laugh.
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Post by Wolverine on Nov 30, 2009 1:46:29 GMT -5
"Alright girl, what is the issue?" Wolverine said in his gruff but sweet way as he pulled Aideen in from a spin to wrap her tightly in his embrace and sway with the music. "I know you do this whole prim and proper thing when you go out and stuff, but I'm not talkin about that. And fer the record you can loosen up a little bit. Yer right I am givin them the business, shocking em yea, and I'm havin a damn fine time of it, but..."
He spun her out and back looking around as he did so and keeping her spinning for three, four, five twirls"..you have issue with something here, and I don't think it's the company. I can say when I knew em that they were good kids, so I don't think it's them, but it's someone here. The way your heart was racing when you came back from checking on the reservations and yer breathin when we were sat. Level with me Angel Eyes... What's up?"
He dipped her and glanced down into her cleavage at the bottom end of the dip, he loved the way a woman's breasts lifted in their dress when they were dipped deeply. It was a little recognized perk that had, somewhere along about the early nineteen fifties he presumed, been forgotten to be passed from father to son. He figured it accounted for the limited number of men who enjoyed dancing as the recent decades had rolled past. "It's the Maitre d' in't it? What's the connection darlin?"
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