fandomtownies | Ching Tai - Friday Evening

Slipping her coat from her shoulders, she rested it over the back of her chair before she sat down. "This is a great table," she said, looking out the window.

"Yeah, I'm glad Fandom is an island. That way it's at least a little like Neptune." he says, sitting down. "The surfing here is probably horrible though."

"You might be surprised come summer, if you're still here. Waves might be great. I've surfed a couple of times, it was kind of fun." She said, looking across the table at him. "And you've got to tell me about Neptune, and everything."

"All I do in the summer is surf. Neptune's a beach town so that's pretty much all you can do other than go to house parties." says Dick. "It's a pretty cool place. There's more crime than there is in Fandom but no shadow creatures or trolls."

"I hope you get the chance to do it here so I can watch you. I mean, how cool. And a beach town? I would kill to live in a beach town. I mean shorts and sandals and little tank tops? Would beat a stuffy school uniform any day." She nodded emphatically, smiling wide.

"...and what kind of crime? Underage drinking arrests?"

"I'm sure you manage to make school uniforms look just as unstuffy as shorts and tank tops." Dick said, grinning.

Dick might have paled a bit at the mention of underage drinking arrests. "Um, yeah, the Sheriff likes to bust underage drinkers. But there's other stuff too. We had a murder about a year and a half ago and there's this biker gang that likes to screw around."

A waiter came and asked for their drink orders. "I'll take a Coke." he says.

"I don't know about that," she replied with a little smirk. "I'll show you sometime and then you'll see what I mean."

Annette wasn't exactly coy, "You ever been busted, Dick?" Murders were depressing. Unless deserved. Like a really really bad man or something was about ready to kill you first. "Oh, biker gang! I've always wondered how those biker chick's did it." Er.. That was so not dirty, she was sure he knew what she meant.

She glanced up at the waiter, "Sweet tea, please. Oh, and with a wedge of lemon. Thank you."

"I refuse to believe that you could be stuffy looking. So you'll have to prove it." Dick said, looking like Christmas had come early.

Dick looked down at the table. "Uh, yeah, I've been busted. Once. Monday, actually."

He raised an eyebrow up at Annette. "I'm sure they do it like everyone else. Only with more leather." That was also not dirty. Really.

First time Dick had made her blush and Annette grinned and looked down for a moment. "I'll prove it and make you eat those words, but...thank you."

When she looked back up, it was to see him looking down. And she was surprised at his confession. "Monday? This last Monday? Oh, oh Dick! Please tell me how that went!" She leaned forward, folding her forearms atop the table.

Okay, another blush, but hello? "Oh my god, Dick, do you really think they do it in leather?" That was semi-dirty. But he brought it up. Really.

Dick was pleased he wasn't being yelled at for being arrested. "I was at a party that our lovely Sheriff decided to break up and we exchanged words. Words that said Sheriff didn't appreciate very much. So he gave me a breathalyzer test and me and my little brother spent the night in jail. Luckily my dad was ok with the whole thing."

The waiter came back with their drinks and Dick realized he hadn't even started to look at the menu yet. He opened up a menu and browsed through it while still talking to Annette.

"Well, I think if you gone so far as to become a biker then you're used to leather. So it's probably not that big of a deal for them." he says, trying to say it with a straight face. He was failing. "Normal civilians shouldn't try leather without reading up on proper leather safety."

"So, you were drunk and...what sort of words did you exchange?" Cause that was most important. "How old is your brother and did you have to share a cell with other...guys?" Cause eww. She knew what happened in a jail cell with other guys. She watched enough of that sort of stuff on tv. Poor Dick.

She took a sip of her drink and didn't bother with the menu, she knew what she was having.

"Yeah, leather safety. It probably chafes if it's not well oiled or something I would think. And, it could pull skin if it's tight leather..." She made a face. "If I was a biker chick, I would just have to take off my leather or just wear those...what do you call them..." she waved her hands. "You know the things that cover your thighs?"

"Nobody in town really likes Sheriff Lamb but we usually keep our mouth shut because hey, he's the sheriff. I merely insinuated that he had no social life and he was a poor sheriff. Which is true." says Dick. "Of course there was more slurring and giggling because of the alcohol. My brother, he just turned sixteen, and I were alone in the cell. It was like camp because of all of the bunk beds. No arts and crafts though, which was disappointing."

Dick sipped his coke. "You know, I'm picturing it in my mind but I can't think of the word for it. But the more comfortable the better, I say. Nobody wants to chafe when they're trying to have fun."

"I don't know many sheriff's. Really I don't know any. But if he has no social life and was a poor sheriff, then I would have told him so too. And giggling..well..you giggle when you're drunk? I've never been drunk. Come to think of it, I've never been to summer camp either." Which was depressing. "You're brother and I are the same age though my birthday is just in a couple weeks."

"Those things cowboys wear. It would be cool to be a cowboy too." She grinned and took a sip of her coke. "Trying to have fun, that's a good way to put it."

The waiter showed up then to take their orders and after glancing at Dick, she said, "Sweet and sour chicken and house fried rice. Thanks."

"Yes, I giggle when I'm drunk. I'll own up to it." he says, laughing. "I'm sixteen too, but my birthday's in April so I won't be the same age as Beaver for long." He paused to take another sip of his drink. "Okay, I'll let the not being drunk thing slide but the summer camp thing? Unacceptable. You've at least been camping, right?"

Dick smiled. "Well, I used that euphemism cause I wouldn't want you to blush again. Even if it is cute when you do it."

He took one last glance at the menu. "Uh, General Tso's chicken and fried rice. Thanks." The waiter smiled and walked away.

Camping? Hmm. Annette took a sip of her tea. "Well, my family is not exactly the camping sort." And that was all she could say about that. "Giggling sounds like fun and I'm older than you...neener neener neener!"

Hah! Doing it should not be discussed over Chinese, she was sure of it. No matter how fun or how cute it made her look. Well, okay, if it made her look cute. "What word would you choose if you were talking to your brother?"

"Well, that's going to have to change. Camping is awesome. As long as you don't go anywhere that has bears." he says, grinning. "And giggling is fun, even if it is a bit embarassing to admit Miss-only-older-by-a-few-weeks."

Dick opened his mouth like he was going to just out and say the word he used around his brother but thought otherwise. "Well...I usually say-" he leans in and whispers "- and sometimes a word that's too crude for your sweet ears. What about you?" If Dick knew what quid pro quo meant he would have added that on to his sentence.

"Hey, a few weeks could mean everything in the world." She didn't know what, but that didn't really matter. Right? "I don't think there are places to camp around here are there? Seriously?"

Annette giggled and leaned in to hear, "That's an easy word. Sex. Really. So normal anymore everyone says it." That sounded so mature, she just knew it. "Well, since I never talk about sex, or when I do, I usually just refer to it as it. You know. It. Though my friends from not here, use another word which I will not repeat because it is too crude for your sweet ears." Hah!

Oh, look! Dinner has arrived!

Yay food!

"There's woods around here." Dick says. "I think in the summer they make us stay in cabins. That's sort of like summer camp. Still doubt there would be any arts and crafts which is a real shame since I'm in need of a new macaroni necklace."

"You never talk about sex? And after all the talk of the leather bikers? Suuure." he said, grinning. "I'm beginning to think that innocent thing might be an act."

"Oh!" Her brows rose. "I'm an honorary Seahorse. I wonder if I will stay in their cabins? A macaroni necklace...can I make one with you when you ever get to make one?"

She took a bite of her chicken and sort of shook, nodded her head at Dick. After swallowing she said, "I don't have anyone to talk about it with." She blinked innocently, smiling shyly, and yes, it was so an act right now. "Seriously. I mean, who am I supposed to talk about it with? My roommate has a girlfriend." And she shrugged a little, cause duh.

"I'd be honored. I can show you how awesome I am of taking hard pasta and turning it into jewelry." said Dick, taking a bite of chicken. "It's a natural talent, really."

"Yeah I can see the problem there." he says. "You two wouldn't have much in common in that department."

"Sounds really cool, and it would totally stay that way if your roommate didn't get to it and stick it in a jello mold, cause I'm thinking cherry jello would stain pasta, hard or not." She nodded, cause she was smart like that.

She knitted her brows a bit and pondered over that while she ate for a few minutes. Then, "Well, I don't know. I wonder...hmm, no, I'm sure you don't want to hear about my thoughts that involve sex and girls and stuff." She smiled a little and took a drink of tea.

(ooc: to Caritas soon? maybe? and I know you have a duet in mind, right? right? heehee)

"Oh I wouldn't want to hear about that at all." says Dick in a tone that clearly meant that he wanted to hear everything.

The waiter came by with the check and Dick paid for it. Nobody couldn't say Dick Casablancas wasn't a gentleman. At least when it came to being on a date.

"You wanna head to Caritas?" he asked.

"I'm ready, Dick. Dinner was great, thank you." And she so did not touch further on the subject of girls and sex and stuff. Cause, really? Annette was clueless. At least on the girls part. Well, girls with girls, she means. Right.

(ooc: I shall take us to the bar!)

Ching Tai - Friday Evening

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