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Post by Raquel Knight on May 14, 2007 20:00:40 GMT -1
Watching the teen travel away from the table, eyes wandered again over to the male’s blue orbs. The situation was uneasy; he was asking about last night and would it be appropriate to mention their kiss? To have to explain something as sore as that when she didn’t express interest in the first place. Her goal now was to keep the subject and attention on the hunt. "So, you were saying what you were doing last night at the bar. I'll take it you weren't stripping."Elbow went to rest on the table; gently digits had started twirling the small black curls on her neck in thought, looking away around the diner. Laughing a bit awkwardly at remembering, she replied, “No… I told people I wasn’t on my shift when they asked. I was just scoping the place last night.” She explained and a beat passed as her hand dropped from her neck and eyes met his again. “The truth is, I was on a succubus case and trying to find the next victim since all of the men came from that club. That guy we saw on the news? Nothing else could have killed him.” She stated then eyes wandered down to the fork and knives on the table again, before the sardonic statement slipped in a mumble from her lips. “And if somebody didn’t start a brawl last night… maybe he would be alive today.” She said. It was held in for held in for some time now and although it wouldn’t bring hat man back, it was still a long time coming for Rocky to say.
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Post by Preacher on May 21, 2007 15:33:20 GMT -1
“And if somebody didn’t start a brawl last night… maybe he would be alive today.”Eyes narrowed and jaw set. He was waiting for that. He could tell it was coming sooner or later and he'd hoped his light, friendly tone would keep it at bay. It didn't as it seemed. "If you want to put this on me, fine." he retorted with a small sneer, "I got shitfaced last night. I was in a friggin bar, so yeah...I had a few too many. But if you were so concerned about hunting this thing, you'd have left me on the street and done your job. Maybe THEN this guy would still be alive." his eyes bore into hers with irritation, "But no." he added incredulously, raised eyebrows on emphasis on the negative,"You helped me instead. As you said; I'm a hunter, I can look after myself." he sighed heavily in frustration as he tore his eyes away from hers, breaking eye contact just as suddenly as his rant. "If you want to play the blame game, fine. After this, we argue and go our seperate ways, but right now..." his eyes finally found hers after a silent beat. "...we've got a Succubus to hunt, and you just happened to bump into an alcoholic demon hunter." Eyes averted again, this time unwilling to look upon her as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, wondering if there'd be any backlash. His tongue roamed his mouth, gaining back the saliva from his monolgue, finally flicking it from the inside of his front lip. The only reason he had reacted so harshly to one under-the-breath comment was because he knew she was right. If he hadn't diverted her attention last night, then she'd have been on the ball and there'd be one less casualty and one more successful hunt. And as Preacher always did when he was in the wrong...he lashed out at those around him.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Jun 10, 2007 22:38:30 GMT -1
Rocky's eyes looked up from where they were set on the table and was actually pretty confused that he just snapped at her. Parting her lips when her glance then turned to a glare, she just took in his insulting words and didn’t know what to say while he was going through his rant. "You helped me instead. As you said; I'm a hunter, I can look after myself." Clenching her jaw as she leaned forward on the table, trying to keep her voice lowered so no other civilians would hear. "Yeah, except when you're shitfaced, like you said you were, or just 'had a few too many'" She added and looked away again. She knew it was juvenile as well to pick a fight with him now when what they really needed to gather thoughts and act like a hunting team. She thought that’s why hunters were said to be anti-social and work alone often. Tense, Rocky proceeded to speak through a clenched jaw, “Really, what was I supposed to do? Leave you out with the waste, beaten to Hell? Sorry, that’s not what I do.” "If you want to play the blame game, fine. After this, we argue and go our separate ways, but right now... we've got a Succubus to hunt, and you just happened to bump into an alcoholic demon hunter."Green orbs looked away from the male hunter, fighting back words that would slip from her tongue shortly; abolishing phrases that would get her into more trouble. “Yeah, just who I want to work with on this,” She muttered sarcastically. Stopping again when thoughts continued to enter her mind, she looked up again and decided to make her peace with it. “Alright, fine, alcoholic demon hunter by the name of Luke… here’s the deal. I go back the bar and find the next victim. It’ll probably be tonight considering it’s the weekend and that succubus knows it would be easy to travel in and out of crowds,” Rocky paused when she spoke and realized, they would really be going through with this. It took a conversation in a diner with another hunter to comprehend that this really was her job. Shaking her head to jar that idea, she brought her attention back to Luke. “And if you want to come with, be my guest. Just know I don’t plan on this job going south again. And I'm willing to eliminate anything that does that for me.”
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Post by Preacher on Jun 17, 2007 22:35:33 GMT -1
With eyebrows raised, Preacher leaning in, locking eyes with hers as he considered just what she was getting at. Speaking in a hushed whisper, his tone was curious and bemused, "Was that a threat?" Leaning back, eyes broke contact as he bit his bottom lip through a grunted sigh. Another terrific work partner. Why were hunters so anti-social? His mind started mulling over the plan. They'd be going back to the bar, but just repeating the same plan from yesterday wouldn't work. "So how exactly do you propose we track down a Succubus amongst a-a gaggle of whores? I'm sure there'd be a lot of 'lucky' guys heading home with a girl on their arm. We can't just shoot first and ask questions later..." He groaned as he rested his elbow on the table, bringing a hand to massage the bridge of his nose as the remnants of his hangover bit back in opposition to him thinking, "I need to get my stuff first. My joyful demon killing utensils." he murmured with a faint smile. "Then, I suggest we actually do some digging before tonight. I'm not following you blindly into a Succubi nest with no prior information about this thing. The very least we should check out the crime scene, see if we can draw a pattern from the other victims' locations, possibly map out a potential location for a nest. THEN we can do it your way." he didn't even know what he was frustrated about anymore. Was it her insistence on blaming him? Was it the fact he WAS to blame? Or was it just the bloody hangover? He broke out a brief chuckle as he lay back in his seat roughly before it dawned on him; he was going back to his place...with her. It was no place for a woman like that. And it wasn't exactly some place he was proud of. She was going to be in for a shock and he'd be in for embarrassment.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Jul 1, 2007 18:25:49 GMT -1
Coffee hued orbs darted away from blue eyes and looked back down to the table. Sigh slipped from the girl’s lips and listened to the stranger, and it seemed like they were going to continue to push each other’s buttons through this whole hunt. And as much fun as that sounded like, she’d rather work alone. However, still stuck in this situation, she would have to make due. "So how exactly do you propose we track down a Succubus amongst a-a gaggle of whores? I'm sure there'd be a lot of 'lucky' guys heading home with a girl on their arm. We can't just shoot first and ask questions later..."Refraining from grinning at all at Luke, she looked up to catch his eye again and asked, faking perplexity, “Oh, and you know that from experience?” Granted, he did manage to take her home but not in the manner that she was sure he hoped for. However, with the amount he was able to drink and this scrap, she was sure that wasn’t the first bar of that kind he had stepped into. Listening to him further insult her intelligence and mention going back to his place, Rocky’s thumb moved to fulfill her nervous habit of cracking each knuckle. Knowing it would be useless to argue at this point, she just beamed up and agreed quickly, “Fine.” It could have been the fact that he was taking the well thought out route, something she had neglected to put much consideration into when checking out the strip club, that was rattling her but she couldn’t shake this gnawing feeling in her gut that refused to agree to Luke. Trying to let it go, Rocky studying Luke and noticed his disbelieving chuckle and scoff when he probably had ideas of his own. Rolling her eyes at the male, the brunette started again, “What now, you gonna teach me how to probably hide a gun in a glove compartment?” She asked.
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Post by Preacher on Jul 3, 2007 21:15:03 GMT -1
Letting his head tilt to the side, his eyes, drifted sideways with a bemused grin forming, "Well, as a matter of fact..." Eyes darted back to her emeralds, "Some household tape would secure a weapon quite firmly to the top of a glove compartment...no rattling, no visibility, no fuss." The half grin broke out into a full on cheeky smile, knowing full well how cheeky he was being. But his lingering gaze was cut short as the waitress returned, somewhat struggling with both their orders, Rocky's especially; both balanced precariously on one arm and a pot of tea in the other hand. She barely managed to place the dishes down; scrambled eggs, bacon, hash-browns and pancakes for Rocky and the first two for Luke. She leaned over to pour the pot of tea into Luke's cup, but he placed his hand over the top of it to stop her. Call him paranoid, but he never let anyone pour him a drink. He didn't even remember where he picked that habit up, "No no, it's fine, I'll-ARGH!" The waitress really wasn't having a good day. She'd just poured boiling hot tea on a customer's hand. Instinctively, Luke pulled his hand away and shook the tea from it, rubbing the top of his hand with a less-than-pleased expression on his face. "I'm so sorry..." she blurted out quickly as she put the pot down on the table, moving over to check his hand. "No, no!" he pulled away; she'd done enough, "Just let me deal with it." Scowling glances up at Rocky as he shook his hand again to try and cool it off as the waitress took nervous step back.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Jul 6, 2007 5:51:37 GMT -1
It seemed like when the waitress arrived with their food, it was a small ray of sunlight. Food meant full mouths; which meant no words had to be shared, insults or the few compliments Luke had paid Rocky. However the Brit’s tea spilt and created a cloud over Rocky’s ray of sunshine. Shock arose and impulsively the brunette leaned back from the table yet eyes followed the actions and movements between both the waitress and Luke. She tried to abstain but a small smirk had followed after noticing Luke’s pain. Yet when she caught site of the waitress’s terror, seeing as how now with normal customers, her tip would have been cut in half. And knowing how terrifying it actually was to be a teenager, she did sympathize with the girl. Eye’s traveled to both beings; she then frowned at Luke’s incomprehension and quickly tried to at least coax the waitress down. “Oh. No worries, he has a high threshold for pain,” She started and then attempted to move the plates on the table away from any edges and out of Luke’s hand’s wrath. “Just um… get us some extra napkins, please?” She requested and with an understanding nod, she went off. Giving the girl a job to do and getting her away from them so perhaps Rocky would be able to calm Luke down a bit. Hand reached over to pluck a piece of bacon off of the plate with a smirk, she looked at her new friend Luke while taking a bite. “Don’t worry, I doubt she was going to try to poison you.” She answered, noticing how he was so eager to stop any tea from flowing into his cup. Placing the bacon strip back down in her plate and licking her lips, she added, “But, if you feel that strongly about it, to further scary the girl you can also call her fat.” She presented a smile again before she reached over, offering her hand to see his own. “C’mon, let me see.” It wasn’t like she could do much about any pain now, but charming him was first priority.
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Post by Preacher on Jul 6, 2007 22:25:33 GMT -1
Only catching the smirk at his misfortune from the corner of his eye, Luke gave her a little sarcastic sneer. So this was payback for badmouthing her plan. It was a shit plan! He was only telling the truth! He didn't deserve this hostility! “Oh. No worries, he has a high threshold for pain,”How would she know? High threshold...she wasn't the one with a hand burning off. Nope, she was just smirking away while he cradled his poor hand. It wasn't blistering, but it stung like hell. "But, if you feel that strongly about it, to further scary the girl you can also call her fat.”Mumbling inaudibly to himself, he pointed out that he had a right mind to throw the pot over her, but funnily enough he didn't raise his voice to let her hear. He was quite sure threats, no matter how vague or false, of domestic violence wouldn't go down well with a female hunter who would probably tip the pot over him for calling her fat alone. A mental note which he made; Rocky certainly wasn't. He looked confused when she offered to look at his hand; it wasn't like she could unburn it. Of course, she could always kiss it better...although he was sure his hand would melt in such a case. Slowly, he took his free hand from the burn and leaned over, putting his hand in front of her, letting her take it, displaying the red mark on the back of it, quietly feeling very conscious about his grubby fingers and nails. Come to think of it, he didn't at all smell that well. After a few moments, the uncomfortable situation subsided as he realised here he was getting his hand caressed by a fit bird. The usual grin found its way back on his face as it always did. "So, nurse Rocky? What's the diagnosis? Will I live?" by now he'd forgotten all about the burn, his eyes were locked on hers, and despite their argument five minutes ago, he had no intention of taking the grin off his face. Even when the waitress returned, he was still beaming. "Thank you." he said with a little incline of his head, politely accepted the napkins. "Again, I'm really sorry. I..." she stuttered once more. "Oh, no it's fine. Not much harm done." he smiled, his tone utterly changed from one single touch from Rocky. Calming influence? That was putting it mildly.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Jul 10, 2007 5:35:16 GMT -1
"So, nurse Rocky? What's the diagnosis? Will I live?"During Rocky’s little examination of Luke’s hand, fingers lightly stroked over the temporary red scar. Eyes were set on it before Luke distracted her and she looked up with a small smug grin playing with her glance. Noticing his icy orbs stare back to her and with a very similar smile, she assumed it was only a bit safer now. “It’s Dr. Rocky,” She corrected and then looked down at his hand again, “And by my professional opinion… I’d say there’s a good chance you’ll be able to fight another day.” Letting go of his hand, she leaned back in her seat again. Small grin stayed in place while she watched him retract his hand and speak to the waitress again. Hostility was replaced with serenity and a smile from Luke and Rocky had to say that she was impressed with his behavior now. Watching the waitress retreat back to take care of other customers, hands went to the eating utensils before looking over at the hearty breakfast. “Wow.” She said while cutting into the pancakes and glancing up at Luke again. “That was a drastic change; what just happened?” She asked. As fork brought up a mouth full of cooked batter to the brunette’s mouth repeatedly, Rocky would casually glance up at the man sitting across from her. She didn’t exactly think what she felt was pity, but it was strange how they knew each other for about twelve hours and he’s already been through enough. Then thinking about the rest of their journey, she realized that he had failed to mention the details of how to get to his house to pick up his things. “So what are we doing next?” She asked, putting the fork down to look at him while taking a sip of her ice water.
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Post by Preacher on Jul 10, 2007 15:02:58 GMT -1
Turning his attention back to the table, and finally pulling his hand back he sighed with a smile, digits absentmindedly working into the now tender flesh. His breakfast was smaller than Rocky’s, which was surprising. She must have worked out a lot to turn that fat into muscle. Those arms were perfectly toned; although they were currently clothed by a jacket, he had managed to get a peek in back at the motel with her in that tank top. It took all his power to stop him from imagining how toned the rest of her body was. Chuckling at his own Guy-ness, he leaned into the table placing his elbow on the surface and rubbing his thumb into his eye awkwardly. Stop thinking. Start a conversation, just stop thinking.“Wow. That was a drastic change; what just happened?”Thank God for that. Thoughts jarred, he looked up to her, brow furrowed as he considered what she meant by that. “I’m not sure I-oh, you mean the mood swing.” he finally pegged it, allowing his brow to soften for moment before it returned a moment later, scrunching up. “I dunno…I’ve never been nice before.” he finished with a small smirk as fingers wrapped round the now infamous tea pot and poured himself a cup. To all intents and purposes, he was a bastard. He got on with no one. Even his protégés, Duncan O’Leary and Reece Duffy, they had a tiff and disbanded. Something Luke was still pretty spiteful of. In the end, he was the only person he could trust, which was why it was so dangerous toying with Rocky, but he couldn’t help get drawn in. He actually liked it. Eying her shovel her food into her mouth, a slow grin faded onto his features. This one had some appetite. Lucky food. After watching her bring the fork up to her mouth a couple more times, he finally picked up his own pair of utensils and started carving his bacon, picking it up with his fork and dunking it amongst his scrambled eggs. So there, they were, eating away silently, exchanging glances when the other wasn’t looking. You could cut the tension with one of the knives they were eating with. Eyes meeting her downward pointing emeralds, he wondered what was different about her. She wasn’t just a pretty face. Or a hardcore hunter. There was much more to her. She had the look in her eye of someone punished; someone with troubles similar to his own. Hunters were all generally considered as disturbed creatures, but something about her intrigued him and he did want the chance to find out what. Finally, on his last glance he was about to steal, he was somewhat startled when he found her eyes already on him. Coughing up a bit of egg into his mouth, he cleared his throat before swallowing again and meeting her eyes once more as he followed suit, picking up his tea and taking a swig, letting the hot liquid cleanse his mouth. “So what are we doing next?”Placing the tea back down, he folded his arms as he leaned forward on the table. It seemed he was now making the decisions. Why, he had no idea; it wasn’t as though he ever made a good choice, “Guess that’s up to you.” he stated, “I could take you back to mine to get my things; I could show you the way. Or we could investigate first; go round the last people to see the victim, get their story. One thing though, if we’re playing the cops or the FBI…” he leaned in with a smirk, “…my American accent is pretty cheesy.” he finished with his dismally hammy American accent. He made himself cringe sometimes.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Jul 18, 2007 1:17:35 GMT -1
As the metal fork had returned to her mouth carrying food as Rocky swallowed it down. When her eyes met Luke’s awkwardly, and desperately the raven-haired girl tried to play calm and vary eye contact between her food and blue orbs. “I could take you back to mine to get my things; I could show you the way. Or we could investigate first; go round the last people to see the victim, get their story. One thing though, if we’re playing the cops or the FBI…” He paused and swallowed the rest of her food as she looked up. Now intrigued, she was curious on if he was going to compliment or criticize her again now. With an American accent coating, he finished, “…my American accent is pretty cheesy.” Fork had dropped lightly on the table as Rocky covered her mouth with her hand; laughing at the Brit. Shaking her head she looked up at him again and reduced her laughter to just a smile. “Oh you poor, poor English man.” She teased slightly and leaned over to take a sip of her water again before leaning back again. “Don’t worry. If there are any feds at the scene already, I’ll talk to them. With civilians, I don’t think you have much to worry about. They’re usually either too hyped up or too afraid to notice.” She explained. Digits moved to pick up her fork again, moving on to her other plate of hash browns and eggs, and digging into the food. Realizing they haven’t come to a consensus yet about their plans, she licked her lips to start again. “And I’m thinking we’ll go to your place first. You’ll probably need a change of more fitting clothes before we do anything else.” Rocky finished.
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Post by Preacher on Jul 19, 2007 14:21:41 GMT -1
“Oh you poor, poor English man.”Luke was squirming. Why did he have to be such a tit? It seemed not even her cute giggle was preventing him from feeling embarrassed, and the face he was pulling, scrunching up his nose in a grimace, didn’t even hide his pinkening cheeks. Fidgeting in his seat, he leaned back and put his hand over half his face, acting as a wall between them and giving him an excuse to coyly break eye contact as digits fell over them. He gave a little uncomfortable groan at himself; whyyyy?“Don’t worry. If there are any feds at the scene already, I’ll talk to them.” Preacher removed his hand, placing it back down on the table where it idly stroked the handle of the fork. A fleeting serious look washed over him as he considered the fact ‘feds’ were the very people hunting him. He would certainly have to hang back while Rocky give all the work. But he wasn’t about to go and ruin their little light hearted moment by mentioning his concerns. Being a hunter was bad enough, but also a wanted fugitive? That would not bode well for their working relationship. A fake smile graced his lips to give the allusion everything was OK. He had a shitty accent and that was the end of it. “And I’m thinking we’ll go to your place first. You’ll probably need a change of more fitting clothes before we do anything else.”A smirk arose. “So that’ll be twice I get to go home with you…lucky me.” He’d worry about actually showing her ‘home’ when it came to it. “But you’re right…” he leaned forward and raised his arm out sideways, the fabric from his shirt drooping low on his arm, “Your brother doesn’t seem to be very ‘fitting’ of most guys.” He licked his top lip as his glance shifted from Rocky to her plate of food. Picking up his own fork again, he started cutting into his own already half eaten breakfast. “But for now, I suggest we enjoy this lovely half cooked meal.” He finished with a little smirk twisting the left corner of his mouth upwards, fork moving to shovel a scrambled egg covered piece of bacon in his mouth.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Aug 4, 2007 5:25:32 GMT -1
“So that’ll be twice I get to go home with you…lucky me.”Fingers held the fork and realized her grip loosened finally as she relaxed with Luke. Chuckling, Rocky shook her head as she packed her fork with food again but looked up to Luke again to comment. “Right but the last time I took you ‘home’, you were drunk and you slept in the bathtub.” She said and put the fork to her lips, finishing off the eggs on the metal, she swallowed as she added, “Hopefully, this time, it’ll got a little better.” She said as she looked down to continue eating like he had suggested. While trying to finish up her food, she found it was impossible with the amount of food she collected and finally put down the fork as a defeat. Leaning over to grab her water, Rocky took at sip, again looking at Luke; she put the cup down before reaching in her back pocket. Finger touching the paper bills, she pulled out the smaller bills that seemed like they’ve been crinkled and washed in the same pair of jeans. And even despite that, she looked up to her company and asked casually, “You said we’re splitting the check, right?” Thinking though, Rocky realized that she had a gun pointed to her in her own car a mere half hour ago. And now, it was like she was on a totally different date. Except, it wasn’t a ‘date’ as much as a business meeting. Right, not a date. You don’t date. However, Rocky quickly distracted herself when tossing some of the bills on the table, and then thought about the next step in their journey.
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Post by Preacher on Aug 5, 2007 1:47:26 GMT -1
Eying the bills Rocky was pulling out with great interest, Luke was overcome with a fleeting thought of stealing it. Old habits died hard but since they were working together, he thought it only polite to let her use her money how she so wished. The moment his eyes left her crinkled notes, he’d forgotten about any ill thoughts. Eyes met hers, a semi-bewildered and unaware face greeting her, his jaw stopping it’s grinding of the bacon between his teeth in mid-chew as she spoke, “You said we’re splitting the check, right?”He swallowed hard, not wanting to be caught speaking with his mouth full, even though the bacon wasn’t quite chewed enough and seemed to scratch its way down his throat. Clearing his gullet, he let the hot tea soothe his pain as he downed another swig before his reply, “If you don’t mind. Although I’d be happy to pay for some of that.” He pointed to the remnants of her massive and costly meal with his knife. She hadn’t even finished it, and even though he was already eating his own breakfast, his stomach quivered with hunger. Not used to getting fed, Luke was sure it went into hibernation. And now it was out of it with his own hearty brekkie, he thought he could finish off hers and that of the couple in the table behind. He refrained from stuffing his face on account of his company. Speaking of which, he stabbed the last few remaining pieces of scrambled egg with his fork and slid them off into his mouth before clattering his utensils on his now clean plate. Hand delved into his pocket and retrieved his procured wallet, unclipping it in his lap under the table out of sight. Eyes glanced down at the notes inside and pulled out what he had, placing them down on the table as she had done, the messy bills putting even her crinkled ones to shame. “Now don’t tell me we’re giving the finger blisterer a tip.”
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Post by Raquel Knight on Aug 5, 2007 7:03:46 GMT -1
As Rocky examined Luke, she did continue to count bills with an estimated total of the check. She noticed how he finished his plate and knew it was like hunters to have a large appetite. Between sit-ups and running for your life, a hearty breakfast was something craved and appreciated. So it wasn’t like when Rocky liked looking down at food still on her plate but rather not awkwardly continue to eat just to protect her pride as a hunter. “Now don’t tell me we’re giving the finger blisterer a tip.” Luke said and Rocky couldn’t help but look down at the tabs in her hand with a smile. “Oh a big, fat, juicy tip,” She answered and kept adding with sarcasm. “Its not every breakfast I get to have entertainment.” She teased and looked up, happy to see the waitress traveling between tables and approaching theirs next. “Anything else?” She asked and Rocky offered a friendly smile. “Nope, just the check.” It seemed as though the teen tried to mask her apprehension while placing down the black checkbook and leaning over to pluck the dishes from in front of them. Retreating back, Rocky leaned over to take the checkbook from the edge of the table before Luke could touch it, and place it before her. Opening it and starting to count the bills, she left enough money to cover her plates then handed it over to Luke. After he fixed the rest of the check with the currency and placed it down, Rocky leaned again to take a last sip of her drink. Collecting herself, she got ready to leave the table while still imagining what Luke’s flat would look like. The curse of curiosity took her to that subject and thought it to be anything from an apartment due to his willingness to bring her there or a lot worse when she observed his drunken affair. Shaking her head of the thought as she slid out of the diner booth, she looked up to Luke again, “So you’ll be driving back to your place?” She offered him.
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