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Post by nikki3 on Nov 26, 2006 22:32:23 GMT -5
Okay. So maybe this place was more suited for the female gender. But, saying that, what was a better place to pick up a girl? He knew. James knew. He'd pulled the same thing at least twice before.
You go in. The people are shocked that a non-gay guy has showed his face. You sit down. You order. You eat a little, and then they flock to you like a herd of girls hurrying to get to the stores on Black Friday. He's that good. He's got it worked down to, basically, an art.
And the best part about is that no one, besides the cook in the back, has yet to catch onto him. Even the waitresses--and they sure as hell weren't ugly--had yet to notice. All part of the beauty, my dears, all part of the beauty.
Sitting down at a small, and elegant, he had to say, James picked up the 'chic' looking menu and scanned over it. Now, what should he order this time? It couldn't make him look like a total and complete fag, but he also had to look like he knew what he was ordering.
"Hi. My names Aliandra. I'll be your waitress today," said the redheaded young woman, almost flirtatious smile parked upon her face. "What can I get you to drink, sir?" Oh yea. She was into him, and she hadn't even been around him for a mere minute yet. But he could tell. Ah, yes, James could tell.
"I'll just have a water, today, thank you," James said, offering her a small smile. And she took it. Just like every other girl, she took it.
"I'll be right back," she purred. Yea. Purred was a good word for it.
One lady down, and he wasn't even wearing his best outfit today. Just a pair of faded Diesel jeans, a thin black t-shirt beneath a leather jacket, and some shoes.
Nothing special; not at all. [/size][/color] |
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Post by Daria Keithle on Nov 28, 2006 18:08:46 GMT -5
Daria had gone shopping that afternoon, but soon found herself in the very, new, and fabulous restaurant 'Lehoux Bistro". She felt for a need to have a snack and since she hadn't been to the new fancy place she decided to check it out.
Daria was quite picky, but she liked it. What a surprise.
The place was quiet and very soothing. She adored it.
A soon to be regular she thought, making a mental note.
Looking around for an empty table, she finally sat down in a cute, small, two seater table. Picking up the menu she searched through it looking for a small and healthy meal.
A few seconds later a waitress appeared by her side.
"Hello Miss, may I take your order? I'm your waitress Lauren."
Daria lifted her head up and focused on the petite, beautiful brunette.
"Yes, for right now I'll have a small glass of water."
The waitress nodded and was off to fetch Daria's drink.
After figuring out what she would be having for her 'lunch', she placed the menu down and casually looked around the restaurant. She mostly saw women, everyone looked casual, and she fit just in.
Daria wore tight, dark blue, straight legged Aramni jeans, with a white turtle neck shirt under a short, tight black leather Armani jacket, and cute two inch heel pointed leather Aramni shoes.
Daria's eyes finally came upon a guy. A very well dressed, and handsome guy.
He must be gay, what a shame.
Soon Lauren, her waitress, came back with her small glass of water, placing it in front of Daria, Lauren asked,
"Is there anything else you'll be having?"
Daria nodded and looked up at the young lady.
"Yes, I'd like a small mixed salad. That will be all."
Lauren nodded and took Daria's menu with her.
Daria sat back in her chair, comfortably, and sipped her water as she let her eyes wonder around, surveying almost everyone.
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Post by nikki on Dec 2, 2006 16:58:39 GMT -5
Hearing the door open, James turned to watch a petite blonde walk into the Bistro and sit at a table not too far from his own. Looking at her outfit, he mentally approved, and smile softly and sort of, but not really, flirtatiously at her. Of course, the gesture might have been taken differently if she hadn't been ordering at the time.
'Damn, stupid,' he chided himself. Mister smooth just made a mistake--a once in a year thing. And it just had to be today. Today of all fricking days, when a cute, blonde and blue-eyed girl comes into the place he's eating at. Instead of smiling at the young woman, as he'd been attempting to, James had instead grinned at a tackily dressed sixteen-or-so year old. 'Damn it,' he repeated, and sipped on his water.
As the waitress returned, and looked as though she'd recently brushed her hair, James looked up to her. "May I have a half chef salad now, please?" he asked, another small smile appearing on his smooth-shaven face. Nodding, the young woman sauntered away toward the back, not even bothering to write his order down--with his face, who could forget anything he said?
"Are you from around here?" he asked the blonde girl, eyes now focused on her again. She looked non-New Yorker-ish, and almost...foreign. As in, from another country, that is. [/size][/color] |
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Post by Paris Hamilton on Dec 3, 2006 10:03:43 GMT -5
[as daria]
Daria's wondered back over to the guy sitting a few tables away, who was now ordering his food. He didn't look gay, but then why was he here. It was way to chic for a guy, well at least that's what she thought.
As the waitress scurried off to get his food, Daria quickly looked away not trying to have him catch her staring. It would be to embarrassing, but she thinks he did.
"Are you from around here?"
She herd him question her. Focusing her blue eyes back on his face she shook her head.
"No I just moved here in January, from England." she answered, and of course in her thick English accent.
"I'm guessing you are though, am I correct?" Daria asked him. She knew he was because of the way he spoke, looked, and presented himself. A true New Yorker. |
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Post by nikki on Dec 10, 2006 0:02:33 GMT -5
[[As Jamsie]]
"Yes, actually, I am. I was born and raised here. How'd you guess?" James asked, looking curiously at her. Maybe it was the accent. You know, the accent he didn't realize he had. But she was from a foreign country--it was probably very obvious to her. As with him, she could probably tell...stuff like that.
Hah. She'd been looking at him. He smiled to and at himself, eyes still focused on the young lady. "My name is James, by the way," he added, small smile slowly disappearing as time wore on. He needed something else to say. What else could he say? "Is this the first time you've been here?" he asked, gesturing around the small, quaint little area called the Lehoux Bistro. [/size][/color] |
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Post by wowposter on Sept 17, 2008 5:37:07 GMT -5
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Post by wowposter on Oct 30, 2008 6:47:53 GMT -5
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