fatespoken | ∞ [twenty-four]

[Twenty minutes later and he's all showered and put together. And surprisingly enough, he does know how to clean up well when he puts in the effort. His father was always a prig when it came to formality and presentation.]

Is this good enough for you, Pipsqueak? Or do I need a top hat and a cane?

[He's wearing a pair of slacks, a white dress shirt, and a navy blue tie. And it's all actually ironed.]

[If Kate's going to give him a lecture on his appearance, she might as well give hers a minor touch up. Nothing big, just a quick hand through her hair and a swipe of lip gloss since A) she's still dressed decently well from work and B) this isn't a date.]

Eh. It'll have to do.

[Kate's rather impressed, but no way in hell she'll tell him that to his face.]

Now hurry up before dinner hour closes and we get stuck at a hot dog cart

[ Considering that they're young adults of the opposite sex dressed up for a fancy dinner, people will probably think that it is a date. Though their bickering will probably throw them off.]

And I thought I'd have to get out my tuxedo.

[He'd never let her live it down. Maybe.]

A hot dog cart would be much nicer on my wallet, you know. I actually know a good one down on this own street...

[Or it'll have people convinced they're a married couple since they argue like one.]

You don't even own a tuxedo.

[She's halfway out the door and in the hallway already, bow and arrows slung over her shoulder. Kate just wants to get this over with. Why did she even agree to this?]

Hey, I said I was fine with cheaper Chinese but no, you opened your trap so you have to pay up. Take your punishment like the man you ain't.

[ If the waitress uses the word "wife," you will see Amory freeze up and splutter. ]

Of course I don't.

[He's staring at her bow and arrows, wondering if she plans to threaten him with them while they're in the restaurant. Why did he even offer?]

I was being sarcastic, as you should expect when dealing with me. [slips on his shoes and follows] And are you really going to bring those bow and arrows? Into a fancy restaurant?

Edited 2009-07-28 06:14 (UTC)

[If the waitress uses the word "wife," you will see Kate make her cry. She'll make Amory cry too.

Even though he offered and he's the one paying, Kate's leading the trip to the elevator. She glances at him in response to his question as if to say he's stupider than she originally thought.]

Yeah, and?

[Did he really expect her to leave her baby behind? Never.]

[So that's why she's bringing her bow and arrows to the restaurant? You know what they say about inordinate violence, Kate...?]

I doubt it's proper etiquette to bring dangerous weapons into a nice restaurant. Or legal, even if this is the City we're talking about.

[His tone is almost lecturing, as shakes his head at her.]

I'm not leaving my baby here.

[If he's going to try and argue her down about it, he'll lose. It's coming with her and that's that.]

Fine, Fine! Bring your 'baby' with you, but if you get arrested for possessing dangerous weapons, I'm not bailing you out.

I'll just laugh.

[He's honestly just giving her a hard time for the sake of giving her a hard time.]

Let's see if you keep laughing when I shoot you in the ass.

[You know she'd do it.]

[He locks the door behind them.]

Enjoy your battery charge then.

[Kate says nothing on the way to the restaurant. Rather, she says nothing but insults directed towards him, all the way up entrance of the restaurant. She gets them inside and seated with much of a fuss, not even one about her bow and arrows. It seems like the hostess is used to seeing weird people and even weirder weapons in the City.]

We're here. Remember which fork is which and no belching, you pig.

[A small part of her hopes he has at least a little home training. No embarrassment for her tonight.]

[Small talk is for chumps. As they walk to the restaurant, Amory's busy parrying each of Kate's insults with his own remakrs.]

You don't have to worry about me, Kate. I assure you.

[He stops the waiter when they reach their table and instead pulls out Kate's chair out himself, his hand gesturing for her take a seat. It's almost as if Amory's gone through a metamorphosis; away with the douchebag and enter the gentleman.]

Mademoiselle? [and it's actually a proper french accent.]

Yeah right. First minute I start trusting anything you say, I'm committing myself.

[Kate watches him suspiciously when he tugs the chair out. Not that she's surprised that chivalry still exists, but that it's Amory who's doing it. The decent French is just the cherry on top.]

If you pull this chair from under me, I swear I will kick your ass into next Tuesday.

[And he doesn't pull the chair from under her! In fact, he even lays the napkin on her lap before taking a seat.]

And why would I ever do such a thing?

[He smirks, noting the confused look on the waiter's face. He was clearly trying to figure out what this pair was doing together at the restaurant. Friends? A couple? Enemies?]

Because you're an asshole.

[Maybe she's slightly impressed, but once again, she's not telling him this to his face.

For now, she ignores her dining companion to peruse the menu and find the most expensive and edible thing on the menu, just to mess with him.]

An asshole who can play the part of a gentleman when there's a reason. Such as proving to you that I'm not a pig.

[ He's having too much fun with this, and though he'll never admit it, having Kate as company is a large part of that fun. And he won't even face fault when she orders the most expensive thing on the menu. He'll just clench his napkin underneath the table. Discreetly. ]

[Kate continues to ignore him while she orders a chicken dish that runs along the lower end of the price scale. As much as she wants to bug him, her principles about finances come into play and she just can't bear to feed into the restaurant's materialism just to prove her point.

She even goes as far to order a inexpensive glass of the house wine. Hey, if the waiter isn't going to check IDs, she's going to play up her appearance to look a good three years older than she actually is.]

It's not proof if you're just pretending not to be a pig.

Make it a bottle of the House.

[He doesn't even raise an eyebrow at Kate's choice of beverage, knowing that he's done the same at her age. Well, when he could. Amory usually had the other problem of looking younger than his age. He orders the salmon and waits for the waiter to step away before continuing the conversation.]

For someone that couldn't eat, my Father was stickler when it came to table manners. Put your elbows on the table and belch in front of him? He'll cut off your head. [The last part is an exaggeration obviously.]

At least he never actually sent you to finishing school like some others.

[Not that her own father had actually done that--her mom was her etiquette teacher--but Kate had heard stories from other kids from fellow well-to-do families. Horrible ones that made her grateful that her dad is a workaholic and her mother was too down to earth to care much about charm school and the like.]

What about your mom?

[Kate, even though she doesn't say anything, notices that for once, Amory speaks freely about his father. This is a new step for him, between them. The argument in the hospital seems so far away.]

Instead I got to spend more quality time with him. Aren't I lucky?

[He's being pretty melodramatic, for the teenage years spent with his Father had been pretty enjoyable. Traveling around with him and his friends? There had been several unpleasant incidents, nevertheless he didn't have much room to complain. Even if his Father did have a perpetual stick up his ass.]

My Mom? [He pauses for a moment] She had...a busy job when I was growing up, but she never made it seem that way. I was spoiled with attention - if I ever needed her, even it was to ask some inane question - she was there for me. Mom was the sort of person who's life centered around caring about others.

...I always wondered how they got together. I mean, they couldn't be any different. Fate's a complete mystery sometimes.

Edited 2009-07-30 11:10 (UTC)

Sounds like my parents. Dad's always trying to keep his money up. Mom spent most of her time doing charity work. I guess it was the whole opposites attract type thing with them.

[Kate never gave her parents' marriage much thought until it was prematurely ended by her mother's murder. She always assumed it was a marriage that started off fine and then went off into the range of staying together because it was what they were used to. The truth about how much they loved each other slapped her in the face in the aftermath of her mom's absence when her dad fell to pieces in the only way he knew how: he worked.]

Ever thought of getting married?

Did they manage to stay together? It seems like that whole opposite attracts thing works in the beginning, but inevitabley falls apart once the honeymoon years are over. [he shrugs, letting his pessimism show its full colors.] Or maybe it's exciting to date someone utterly different from you.

[Amory has been careful not to bring up Kate's mother, knowing himself how sensitive the topic can be. It seems though that her parent's relationship was stronger then his own. He often wondered whether his Father had even cared after his Mom's passing with apathy being the only word to describe his reaction.]

Nope. Wouldn't do that to someone. You?

They did. Until she died. Then Dad all went to shit over her.

[He wasn't the only one who was broken up about her mother dying, but Kate's not saying that much. Not right now. Last thing she wants to do is cry in public.]

I thought about it when my sister was getting married, but never serious. It was mostly about how much money I wasn't going to spend on a one day thing like she was doing.

[This isn't to say that Kate wouldn't like to get married, but she's still young after all. She's not even twenty yet and really, her prospects aren't the marriage type. Who is she going to get hitched to? Eli? Please.]

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shall we fastforward to the restaurant?

sure!

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