Dinner at Nolita [filter: Ten and CJ and anyone else at dinner before the dance]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

The Doctor had made reservations for five pm. She dressed in her gown, a filmy green chiffon number with a halter neckline, and did her hair to cover that awful bruise that was changing into putrid shades of purple and green as it healed.

She walks in, wearing the lovely corsage he had sent her, and looks around for him.


((ooc: For whenever Ten-Mun gets back))

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[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Ten was running late, which upset him. However, his sporran was just not hanging the way it was supposed to, and he'd spent fifteen minutes trying to get it right.]

[He spots CJ in the foyer and hurries inside.] My god, you look stunning.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*Smiling brightly* And you look...[her eyes run up and down him]...Scottish.

Handsome and Scottish. Shall we eat?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He thickens his accent deliberately.] Scottish. Is that a compliment, then? Let's.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

It is, sir. [follows him to the table, watching his legs] It is...

What do you feel like tonight?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He smiles widely at her.] Let's be fancy and over-done and like nervous teenagers. Steak. A large one. How about you?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Hmm...steak sounds divine.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Want to choose the wine?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

You know I prefer the Syrah...but if you're letting me choose, *smiles*, the syrah.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Perfect choice. [Then, suddenly shy, he fiddles with the fringe of his kilt.] Good day, then?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Yes. Fought with Chip a little. Sent Adam flowers. Came home and got ready...nothing spectacular. You?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

You fought with Jack? [He looks up at her and grins.] That's always fun.

I didn't do much at all, some reading for pleasure, did a bit more research on the whole Homecoming concept. Voted for the king and queen.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

What were you reading? [sips her wine]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He blushes, embarrassed.] A classic fantasy novel from this period, one that also dealt with race and sexual orientation issues--rather progressive, actually. It's sitting by the bed if you want to look at it.

Oh, and er...something else that I don't want to talk about in polite company...

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head.] Not at all. Mingling is the order of the day at social events.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Good...because I love parties. Balls. Gala events. I love them...the dresses, the drinks, the interesting people. I'm so excited. Plus...I'm performing, did I tell you?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head.] You didn't mention it. And as long as I get a dance with you, I'll be satisfied.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Oh, we'll dance...don't worry abou that.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Fantastic...I've been wanting another dance since the last. [finishes his steak, swallows some wine...his lips are dyed slightly red]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

I love to dance...anytime you want. [sips her wine] and I'm good at it.

[pushes her plate away] That was delicious.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

I'll keep that in mind. About time I met a fine dancer.

Indeed. Dessert? Coffee, tea, or me?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Hmm, no. I'm full. But if you want some, I'll have a bite...

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[orders creme brulee and a coffee] Want a coffee, then?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Yes, coffee would be good.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[orders a second coffee] I have a feeling this will be quite amusing.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Amusing like laughable, or like wonderful fun?