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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Nov 14, 2011 19:24:11 GMT -5
Nell nodded as her boyfriend clarified that it was just considered ‘bad’, not bad luck. Apparently Josh felt like proving how silly this was by turning on The Kooks, and she chuckled as she thought about the myths. Spanish were very much into the black cat deal, even though she knew other cultures didn’t like white cats. ”You should hang around more Spaniards then,” Nell teased when he made comment about the salad. She couldn’t help but feel a little pride when she knew something her boyfriend didn’t, because it meant that she what she said was actually worth something. Nell blinked over him when he inquired about her own eating habits, and shook her head in the negatory. ”Nah. If I had Spanish parents, that would probably have been different,” she replied with a wry smile. Her father wasn’t as traditional as his parents in raising her. He’d still made it a point to bring her up with similar value, before the whole ‘I’m leaving you for a few years’ thing ”My father avoids doing it. I’ll have to ask him about his luck.” She figured that the way she cut food hadn’t hampered her too much, since she wouldn’t be very good at card games if she’d been cursed by salad-eating. ”Just keep it in mind before you’re about to make a salad,” she joked.
It was really nice to have similar tastes to Josh when it came to music. It was strange, finding things in common with each other since they were practically day and night. She didn’t mind it though. If she did, they wouldn’t be in a relationship, after all, and nothing would work it out. He mentioned that fact,that it being boring if they were carbon copies of each other, and she stopped to think about it a moment. ”You know, I never thought of that,” she said pensively. But it was true, their similarities being few and far between, which she guessed made it more exciting when out of nowhere they could enjoy a concert together. Honestly, Nell didn’t think too much about what worked and what didn’t, and just focused on enjoying the fact that she had someone like Josh in her life. Apparently, he’d never listened to opera and her smile was warm. ”It’s not all hefty women in Viking hats,” she said lightly. That came from Ring of the Nebulung, she knew, but she wondered if Josh even cared about from where the sterotype had arisen. No, opeara was a many faceted thing, and even though it was a connection with Mia, she still enjoyed the music. It would be nice to actually go to an opera, but that meant looking forward to the future, and she couldn’t have that right now. So she’d just focused on Josh and the present and the things that were good right at that moment. ”She and my father could get together and talk about Haydn and Mozart,” she commented.
Josh was full of questions, and though they may have been normal, she still had to think about them and it made her just a bit uncomfortable. She was usually the one asking people questions, so this role-reversal was a little perturbing. ”Uh…earlier in the year, I think. I can’t remember where I heard them.” That’s when she’d gotten into all her music, after all. She was deprived as a child, really, so it was mostly opera and classical that she’d grown up listening to. The place really was fancy, as Josh said, and she was particularly excited about the smells. Not even the interior which was nicely decorated, but whatever was going to be in her stomach. When her eyes caught the fish tank as they sat down, she made a fishy-face at the tank, flapping her hands next to her ears and giggling when she caught the attention of one. ”Huh?” Nell asked distractedly and glanced down at the menu. ”Oh right! Uh…they have shepherd’s pie!” This was good news for her, and she went on to list off to herself: ”And french fries, and rice, and brocolli, and maybe an appetizer…” Nell stopped herself and remembered that it was Josh paying for this. She may have been able to compromise in some ways, but she still wasn’t going to be a glutton on his bill. "You?" she asked instead of adding more dishes to her own meal. It didn’t take too long for them to place their orders, and soon they were eating their individual meals. Nell didn’t even try for small talk whenever eating—it was a sacred thing that should be honored by silence. However, she broke it when she asked, ”How long has it been?” She’d lost track of time, and her mind was still focused on the concert, wondering how much time they had left.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Nov 14, 2011 19:55:35 GMT -5
Joshua watched his girlfriend with a knowing expression mingled with amusement as she started to list off the number of things on the menu that sounded appetizing to her. He had known what he was getting himself into when he'd offered to take her out--you didn't live with someone for months and not learn their eating habits. Hell, he'd found out about them before his parents had kicked him out. "I don't mind," he insisted with a smile. "Order what you like." Patricia was rich, after all, just not on the grand scale that her husband was. Though she did not have official access to the family fortune, Donovan still allowed her to purchase things in his name if she saw fit. They had a system that worked as husband and wife so as their son Joshua had grown up accustomed to it. They wouldn't miss the money for a fancy meal, not even if it came with a price tag of several hundred dollars. "Their vegan selection seems interesting," frowned Joshua with intrigue. He had some experience in vegan cooking but not all that much. He had not ousted dairy or other animal products from his diet and so he could eat a lot of things that they couldn't. That did not mean he was unwilling to try it, especially as a lot of the things sounded delicious. He didn't even bother to add up the price tags in his head. It was a benefit of being rich--rather than being a risk, he just looked at the whole menu as 'affordable'. It was a lot easier to spend money that was not yours.
He, too, fell silent when their meals arrived and it was time to eat. He would occasional make a comment on the quality of the food when he stopped to take a drink but for the most part he just ate slowly and careful, savouring it. He liked eating out at restaurants for the experience of food that came ready-made, that one didn't have to make for themselves. He'd had this at home with the family chef and he didn't realise how much he'd missed it until now. He found that he quite liked the vegan food, even though he practically committed a crime by ordering a glass of milk with it. He hadn't even done it for the irony. It was strange to consume something that looked like meat but was not meat but once he'd gotten over that little fact he managed to eat most of what he had ordered. Feeling comfortably full, he had finished before Nell thanks to having ordered a little less than she had even with her gluttonous habits. She was holding back, anyway. He didn't push the subject or insist that she order more because he understood. It was this understanding that made them work so well together. He blinked as she called his attention to the time a while later whilst he was finishing off his drink. "A while, I think," he remarked, checking his watch again and raising an eyebrow. "Long enough," concluded Joshua, catching the waiters attention to order the bill. The price was high but he paid it willingly and left a tip--he'd had no problems with the service people or the food, there was no reason not to leave one. "Ready to leave?"
The Lamborghini definitely stood out like a sore thumb in the scummier downtown areas but that did not matter to Joshua as he pulled it into the parking lot of a bowling alley a few blocks down. "Nowhere else to park," he explained disdainfully to Nell, though he shrugged it off a moment later. As long as no one took advantage of the night to jack his car or mutilate it in any way he didn't mind the short walk to the venue. Sometimes he wished that Maple Hollow had one of those really big, nice concert halls that cities like Toronto and Vancouver were known for. There had been plans to open one a few years ago but they had sadly fallen through. Maybe they'll try again, he thought to himself. Maybe they already were and he just hadn't heard about it yet. They arrived late in line but Josh didn't really care, seeing as they didn't need to fight their way to the front regardless. He flashed his ticket at the man minding the door and ducked his way into the currently dim-lit club. "I've only been in here for shows," he said to Nell, glancing at the bar thoughtfully. He'd never tried their alcohol and wasn't going to, he was just wondering why he'd never popped in for the real experience. "Ah, well. It'll be starting any minute now, maybe we can pop by the merch stand before the first band goes up..."
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