Thus, Nov 13, Isabella & Damian, dinner
Who: Isabella and Damian
When: Thursday, November 13, dinner, Pacific time
Where: A churrascaria in Los Angeles
What: Isabella and Damian go to dinner, Isabella gives Damian a surprise that pleases him and an unofficial invitation is given
*Isabella*
She glanced around the churrascaria, smiling at Damian and relaxing, the elegant necklace contrasting with her tan skin and the slinky dress leaving little to the imagination.
"This is very nice, Damian... thank you," she said, reaching out and squeezing his hand.
*Damian*
Sipping at his drink, he chuckled softly, enjoying the atmosphere of the muggle restaurant.
"I figured that you could use a little slice of home. Alessandra greatly enjoyed the restaurant when she was here."
*Isabella*
She smiled.
"It does remind of the good parts of home.." she said wistfully, brightening when she heard samba music start to play from the band.
"Damian.. do they have samba dancers here?" she asked.
*Damian*
He nodded as he took a piece of meat from the waiter.
"Yes, although only on weekends. They are quite talented."
*Isabella*
She nodded.
"Will you excuse me while I use the restroom?" she asked.
*Damian*
He cocked a curious eyebrow at Isabella, wondering if the girl had gotten it into her head to try and run away again. After a moment, he shook his head.
"Please, go right ahead."
*Isabella*
She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek before hurrying off towards the bathroom. Finding the dressing room easily, she took one of the samba costumes and changed into it, easily persuading the manager to let her dance. Adjusting the feathers and the headdress, she went out onto the stage, starting out with a slow samba before picking up the pace as shook her hips exotically.
*Damian*
Enjoying his meal, he looked around curiously as the crowd perked up a bit and was looking at the stage. Frowning slightly, he turned and stared a bit in surprise at Isabella on the stage. Smirking, he turned his chair slightly and leaned back comfortably to enjoy the show.
*Isabella*
She watched for Damian's reaction, making eye contact at him and smiling. Coming off the stage, she dance over to Damian, the beaded two piece costume showing off her body quite well as she swiveled and shook her hips erotically.
*Damian*
Smiling appreciatively, he sipped at his drink as he watched Isabella dance. Glancing around at the people, he raised his head a bit proudly as he ran his fingers lightly over Isabella's hip.
*Isabella*
She reached out and caressed his face with her hand, leaning in and brushing her lips against his.
"Yours.." she whispered as she kept dancing.
*Damian*
Smirking into the kiss, he chuckled slightly.
"Mmmm... You certainly are quite the prize. Making everyone jealous with that dancing for yours."
*Isabella*
She chuckled, spinning and giving him a good view of her backside before turning again and shaking her breasts.
"Well, I am yours until you tire of me..."
*Damian*
He laughed as he watched her appreciatively.
"With movements like that, I will never tire of you. Though you may tire me out quit a bit."
*Isabella*
"If I'd known you'd like it so much, I may have danced for you sooner," she said with a smile as she kissed him again.
"I should probably go back on stage and finish this number, then I'll be back and all yours.."
*Damian*
Murmuring softly, he smacked her lightly on the behind.
"Don't take too long, 'Bella. I may get jealous," he joked.
*Isabella*
She wiggled her ass at him before going back on stage and finishing the number quickly. Going back into the dressing room, she changed back into the dress Damian had bought her and emerged with a large shopping bag, going over and sliding it under the table.
"The owner said I could borrow the costume. In case you want an encore later."
*Damian*
Turning back to the table, he smirked at Isabella.
"I think that I may require a private showing then. Although don't expect me to be any good at the samba. Alessandra has tried to teach me, but American's hips can't move that way."
*Isabella*
She chuckled.
"You can just sit back and enjoy the show then," she said with a small smile as she ran her foot against his.
"Thank you for everything, Damian."
*Damian*
He smiled warmly as he took a sip of his drink.
"Well, it would be rude of me not to show you a good time. I can't leave you with a bad perception of the United States."
*Isabella*
She chuckled.
"Damian, with one little exception, my impression of the States is very, very good. I wouldn't mind staying here. You are amazing, kind, considerate, talented.." she trailed off before taking a sip of her drink.
"You're everything a girl could want. "
*Damian*
He chuckled as he swirled his drink around.
"You certainly know how to flatter a guy. You are welcome to stay whenever you like if you want. There's always room in my bed."
*Isabella*
She smiled.
"I'm just being honest, Damian.. I was a bit uncertain in coming here, but you've ensured I've had an amazing time. "
*Damian*
He laughed as he toasted her before taking a sip of his drink again.
"Well, I aim to please. I'm glad that you have had an amazing time."
*Isabella*
She smiled.
"Well, you've definitely pleased me... much more than I expected," she said with a smile.
*Damian*
He quirked an eyebrow at her.
"You really should lose this talent you have for under estimating people. It will most likely get you in trouble."
*Isabella*
"I've been disappointed one too many times," she said. "But I'll work on getting rid of that habit."
She smiled at Forbes, running her foot against his leg.
"Anything I can do to please you more?"
*Damian*
He smirked as he took a bit of his meat.
"Nothing that can be done out in the open in a muggle restaurant," he teased.
*Isabella*
She smiled.
"Say the word and I'll be ready to go home and give you a private performance..."
*Damian*
Flipping the token on their table to red, he waved over the waitress and asked for their bill.
"We should be out of here shortly now. I do hope you had enough to eat."
*Isabella*
She smiled.
"Quite enough," she said with a smile.
"Are you eager to get home?"
*Damian*
He smirked.
"I am looking forward to this private showing."
*Isabella*
She bounced just a little in her seat, knowing this was something that she did extremely well.
"So am I, Damian..." she said, running her fingers along his arm.
*Damian*
Turning his hand so he could grab her hand, he rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand.
"Do you get to samba often?"
*Isabella*
She blushed slightly at the casual but intimate touch.
"Not as often as I would like," she admitted.
"There is not as much opportunity in England."
*Damian*
He laughed.
"That's a shame. There are plenty of places here in LA to samba. I'm sure that you could even easily teach a class somewhere if you were desperate."
*Isabella*
She smiled.
"Are you trying to get me to stay in Los Angeles?" she asked, smiling sweetly.
*Damian*
He shrugged as he leaned back into his chair and sipped his drink.
"If you like. It is up to you really. I'm only allowed to have you here for however many days Alessandra and I have set up."
*Isabella*
She smiled.
"I was told I'm here as long as you need me. But I should probably check back in with Alessandra eventually," she said.
"I don't know if she wants to keep me in England.. I prefer the weather and the company here.."
*Damian*
He chuckled.
"I'm glad to hear that. Although Alessandra told me that, I know that I could not just keep you locked away over here for as long as I like. I'm sure she requires your expertise for other matters."
*Isabella*
"I can discuss it with her when I return..." she suggested as she squeezed Damian's hand.
*Damian*
He nodded as he smiled warmly.
"That sounds wonderful. Although don't put your aunt out. We do not need Alessandra to be cross with you."
*Isabella*
She smiled.
"I'll discuss it. Can't hurt to talk about it," she said with a smile.
"Are you ready for your private performance?"
*Damian*
Seeing the waitress come with the bill, he took it and put his credit card in it without looking at the bill before handing it back to the waitress.
"Just a bit longer. Then we can apparate back to my place."
*Isabella*
She nodded.
"Of course.. do you want me to even bother putting on the full costume?" she asked curiously.
*Damian*
He chuckled as he nodded.
"Of course. There is something to be said about those costumes and the beads moving with the dancing."
*Isabella*
She chuckled.
"As you wish..." she said sweetly, smiling and getting excited about this.
*Damian*
Taking the bill when the waitress came back, he pocketed his credit card before signing the paper. Standing up, he smiled as he offered his hand to Isabella.
"Shall we, 'Bella?"
*Isabella*
Grabbing her purse and the shopping bag with the costume, she took Damian's arm and squeezed.
"I can barely wait.."
*Damian*
Wrapping an arm around Isabella, he smiled warmly as he led her out of the restaurant and down the street. Coming to an alley, he led her down it, pulling her close and brushing his lips against her before apparating back to his flat.
When: Thursday, November 13, dinner, Pacific time
Where: A churrascaria in Los Angeles
What: Isabella and Damian go to dinner, Isabella gives Damian a surprise that pleases him and an unofficial invitation is given
*Isabella*
She glanced around the churrascaria, smiling at Damian and relaxing, the elegant necklace contrasting with her tan skin and the slinky dress leaving little to the imagination.
"This is very nice, Damian... thank you," she said, reaching out and squeezing his hand.
*Damian*
Sipping at his drink, he chuckled softly, enjoying the atmosphere of the muggle restaurant.
"I figured that you could use a little slice of home. Alessandra greatly enjoyed the restaurant when she was here."
*Isabella*
She smiled.
"It does remind of the good parts of home.." she said wistfully, brightening when she heard samba music start to play from the band.
"Damian.. do they have samba dancers here?" she asked.
*Damian*
He nodded as he took a piece of meat from the waiter.
"Yes, although only on weekends. They are quite talented."
*Isabella*
She nodded.
"Will you excuse me while I use the restroom?" she asked.
*Damian*
He cocked a curious eyebrow at Isabella, wondering if the girl had gotten it into her head to try and run away again. After a moment, he shook his head.
"Please, go right ahead."
*Isabella*
She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek before hurrying off towards the bathroom. Finding the dressing room easily, she took one of the samba costumes and changed into it, easily persuading the manager to let her dance. Adjusting the feathers and the headdress, she went out onto the stage, starting out with a slow samba before picking up the pace as shook her hips exotically.
*Damian*
Enjoying his meal, he looked around curiously as the crowd perked up a bit and was looking at the stage. Frowning slightly, he turned and stared a bit in surprise at Isabella on the stage. Smirking, he turned his chair slightly and leaned back comfortably to enjoy the show.
*Isabella*
She watched for Damian's reaction, making eye contact at him and smiling. Coming off the stage, she dance over to Damian, the beaded two piece costume showing off her body quite well as she swiveled and shook her hips erotically.
*Damian*
Smiling appreciatively, he sipped at his drink as he watched Isabella dance. Glancing around at the people, he raised his head a bit proudly as he ran his fingers lightly over Isabella's hip.
*Isabella*
She reached out and caressed his face with her hand, leaning in and brushing her lips against his.
"Yours.." she whispered as she kept dancing.
*Damian*
Smirking into the kiss, he chuckled slightly.
"Mmmm... You certainly are quite the prize. Making everyone jealous with that dancing for yours."
*Isabella*
She chuckled, spinning and giving him a good view of her backside before turning again and shaking her breasts.
"Well, I am yours until you tire of me..."
*Damian*
He laughed as he watched her appreciatively.
"With movements like that, I will never tire of you. Though you may tire me out quit a bit."
*Isabella*
"If I'd known you'd like it so much, I may have danced for you sooner," she said with a smile as she kissed him again.
"I should probably go back on stage and finish this number, then I'll be back and all yours.."
*Damian*
Murmuring softly, he smacked her lightly on the behind.
"Don't take too long, 'Bella. I may get jealous," he joked.
*Isabella*
She wiggled her ass at him before going back on stage and finishing the number quickly. Going back into the dressing room, she changed back into the dress Damian had bought her and emerged with a large shopping bag, going over and sliding it under the table.
"The owner said I could borrow the costume. In case you want an encore later."
*Damian*
Turning back to the table, he smirked at Isabella.
"I think that I may require a private showing then. Although don't expect me to be any good at the samba. Alessandra has tried to teach me, but American's hips can't move that way."
*Isabella*
She chuckled.
"You can just sit back and enjoy the show then," she said with a small smile as she ran her foot against his.
"Thank you for everything, Damian."
*Damian*
He smiled warmly as he took a sip of his drink.
"Well, it would be rude of me not to show you a good time. I can't leave you with a bad perception of the United States."
*Isabella*
She chuckled.
"Damian, with one little exception, my impression of the States is very, very good. I wouldn't mind staying here. You are amazing, kind, considerate, talented.." she trailed off before taking a sip of her drink.
"You're everything a girl could want. "
*Damian*
He chuckled as he swirled his drink around.
"You certainly know how to flatter a guy. You are welcome to stay whenever you like if you want. There's always room in my bed."
*Isabella*
She smiled.
"I'm just being honest, Damian.. I was a bit uncertain in coming here, but you've ensured I've had an amazing time. "
*Damian*
He laughed as he toasted her before taking a sip of his drink again.
"Well, I aim to please. I'm glad that you have had an amazing time."
*Isabella*
She smiled.
"Well, you've definitely pleased me... much more than I expected," she said with a smile.
*Damian*
He quirked an eyebrow at her.
"You really should lose this talent you have for under estimating people. It will most likely get you in trouble."
*Isabella*
"I've been disappointed one too many times," she said. "But I'll work on getting rid of that habit."
She smiled at Forbes, running her foot against his leg.
"Anything I can do to please you more?"
*Damian*
He smirked as he took a bit of his meat.
"Nothing that can be done out in the open in a muggle restaurant," he teased.
*Isabella*
She smiled.
"Say the word and I'll be ready to go home and give you a private performance..."
*Damian*
Flipping the token on their table to red, he waved over the waitress and asked for their bill.
"We should be out of here shortly now. I do hope you had enough to eat."
*Isabella*
She smiled.
"Quite enough," she said with a smile.
"Are you eager to get home?"
*Damian*
He smirked.
"I am looking forward to this private showing."
*Isabella*
She bounced just a little in her seat, knowing this was something that she did extremely well.
"So am I, Damian..." she said, running her fingers along his arm.
*Damian*
Turning his hand so he could grab her hand, he rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand.
"Do you get to samba often?"
*Isabella*
She blushed slightly at the casual but intimate touch.
"Not as often as I would like," she admitted.
"There is not as much opportunity in England."
*Damian*
He laughed.
"That's a shame. There are plenty of places here in LA to samba. I'm sure that you could even easily teach a class somewhere if you were desperate."
*Isabella*
She smiled.
"Are you trying to get me to stay in Los Angeles?" she asked, smiling sweetly.
*Damian*
He shrugged as he leaned back into his chair and sipped his drink.
"If you like. It is up to you really. I'm only allowed to have you here for however many days Alessandra and I have set up."
*Isabella*
She smiled.
"I was told I'm here as long as you need me. But I should probably check back in with Alessandra eventually," she said.
"I don't know if she wants to keep me in England.. I prefer the weather and the company here.."
*Damian*
He chuckled.
"I'm glad to hear that. Although Alessandra told me that, I know that I could not just keep you locked away over here for as long as I like. I'm sure she requires your expertise for other matters."
*Isabella*
"I can discuss it with her when I return..." she suggested as she squeezed Damian's hand.
*Damian*
He nodded as he smiled warmly.
"That sounds wonderful. Although don't put your aunt out. We do not need Alessandra to be cross with you."
*Isabella*
She smiled.
"I'll discuss it. Can't hurt to talk about it," she said with a smile.
"Are you ready for your private performance?"
*Damian*
Seeing the waitress come with the bill, he took it and put his credit card in it without looking at the bill before handing it back to the waitress.
"Just a bit longer. Then we can apparate back to my place."
*Isabella*
She nodded.
"Of course.. do you want me to even bother putting on the full costume?" she asked curiously.
*Damian*
He chuckled as he nodded.
"Of course. There is something to be said about those costumes and the beads moving with the dancing."
*Isabella*
She chuckled.
"As you wish..." she said sweetly, smiling and getting excited about this.
*Damian*
Taking the bill when the waitress came back, he pocketed his credit card before signing the paper. Standing up, he smiled as he offered his hand to Isabella.
"Shall we, 'Bella?"
*Isabella*
Grabbing her purse and the shopping bag with the costume, she took Damian's arm and squeezed.
"I can barely wait.."
*Damian*
Wrapping an arm around Isabella, he smiled warmly as he led her out of the restaurant and down the street. Coming to an alley, he led her down it, pulling her close and brushing his lips against her before apparating back to his flat.