LOG ;; ernesto & lucia
who; Ernesto and Lucia
when; Earlier on Carnival day--pre-explosions
what; Typical date. Followed by drinking and a hotel visit. :D
For a change, Ernesto was at the lounge early to meet Lucia. His nerves had kept him up most of the night, paired with his fear that if he slept, he'd have some sort of an awful nightmare. He'd used his power to spy on various people during the night, as well, out of anxiety over what was to come. The other angels seemed to sleep peacefully enough, and he hadn't found the courage to peep on Lucia.
What a day it would be! He thought about all the places he wanted to go with Lucia, where they would eat for lunch, and various other inconsequential things that he'd never worried about before on dates. It had to be 110% perfect, he thought. And most importantly, he had to make sure that it was all kept secret; Ernesto had no intention of incurring Cassia's cold wrath any time soon.
The day had arrived and Lucia was filled with glee. It just felt as if the city had changed into something so much better. Dressed in bright yellows and white with her favourite sunglasses perched on top of her head, she sauntered into the lounge and announced herself to the figure she knew to be Ernesto. "Hey there! I'm here!"
His face visibly brightened as he rose to greet her. Ernesto looked down at his outfit--a cream-colored dress shirt with khaki pants--and chuckled. "Hey, we match!" he told her, a grin on his face.
Hands clasped behind her back childishly, she came over to him and grinned. "That's because I was totally spying on you this morning!"
"I can see that, actually," Ernesto teased, imagining Lucia in an astral form, floating around him all the time. ...on second thought, maybe he could do without that. "Anyway, the parades don't start until later, so why don't we check out the shops nearby? I'll treat you to a little shopping spree or something." he said, knowing that his wallet would probably end up regretting this later.
Oh would he! Lucia has a little gleam in her eyes that meant doom for that wallet. She caught herself before she cheered for herself and put on a good-little-girl look. "Really? You really mean that? I could end up wanting a car you know!"
Ernesto thought of what he was going to do later, and reminded himself that money was no longer a problem. He wouldn't have to..."pay taxes" on his income anymore. "I could probably buy you a car if you really wanted it." he chuckled. "But have mercy on me, oh beautiful one!" He proffered his arm politely, meaning to lead her out of the lounge.
"Ha! I'm not that mean," Lucia replied, taking his arm. "A couple of nice things and candy will satisfy me for now! Besides, I don't drive too well anyway. All the dings and dents I put on the family car aren't appreciated by anyone!"
"Women drivers..." Ernesto joked. Avoiding Lucia's eyes while she absorbed his words, he quietly led her out of the lounge towards the nearby shopping area. There were a few nice stores that they could stop at, and he steered her into a cute little boutique that had clothes he figured would suit her tastes.
One fine little brow was raised and she leaned toward him. "Hmmm? Is there something you wanted to say more clea-- oh look!" The joke forgotten, she detached herself from him and scurried over to where a pile of colourful hats and scarves were. Little boutiques were some of her favourite spots. A banana-print scarf was picked up and she held it up to examine it, tongue sticking out a bit from the corner of her mouth.
"It fits your current outfit quite nicely!" Ernesto conceded, nodding. "Though how often do you wear all yellow?"
"Often. It's flattering with a lot of colours. I'm just lucky to have good colouring!" she chirped, rapidly going through the other items. She paused and looked over at him. "Come here."
He stared for a moment, tilting his head to one side. Then, with a nonchalant shrug, he walked over to where Lucia was standing. "What is it?" he asked.
A beige fedora was promptly placed on his head and Lucia looked pleased. "Now you're more dashing!"
Ernesto threw her a skeptical look. "You mean I wasn't dashing enough before?" he asked, feigning offense.
Lucia laughed. "Sexy but not dashing! But now you're very dashing in an Indiana Jones way!"
Ernesto squinted at his reflection in the shop mirror. He certainly didn't feel very dashing, that was for sure. Still, he broke into a smile. "Whatever suits you, señorita!"
Taking his arm and peeking into the mirror as well, Lucia laughed before whispering. "I think I want to skip the shopping and do something more fun."
Ernesto thought that all women liked to shop. Surprised, he looked down at the girl clinging to him. "Where to, then?"
As much fun as it was, she realized that it might not be as much fun for a boy! "Since I have a dashing and well-off star with me, I think that's pretty obvious!" An index finger flicked the tip of his nose. "Drinking!"
"Now, now," Ernesto smirked. "We both know what happened the last time you drank. Are you so eager for that to happen again?" he teased, knowing that it was petty of him to remember such a thing, but not caring all the same.
Lucia actually smirked right back. "Good of you to catch on to that."
"Ah, but you didn't answer the question, kiddo." Ernesto grinned, poking her in the arm.
And she poked back, aiming for his ribs. "I'll be eager if you promise to wear the hat the entire time."
"So you can imagine Indiana Jones in your head the whole time? No thanks," Ernesto scoffed, walking her down the street anyway. "Besides, we might miss the parade. I thought girls loved the parade." Not that he did, mind. Ernesto just didn't want to pressure Lucia into anything. It'd be a lie to say he didn't want it, but all the same, he'd rather make love to a sober woman, thank you very much.
She wore a guilty expression briefly at wanting to bed 'Indy' but wiped that away fast. "Parades come and go and they take forever," she remarked. Her nose wrinkled and she looked up at him, holding up the banana-printed scarf. "Did you pay for this?"
He stared at the scarf for a moment, then recalled where it was from. "Ah, no. But it's ok. The clerks there know me and they'll send me the bill later." Ernesto paused, thinking to himself. "Well, if you're sure you won't miss the parade..." he stopped midsentence before he could finish, somewhat ashamed.
She laughed. "Are you suggesting that a parade could be more fun than you? Seriously, Ernesto?"
"Hey, I'm trying to preserve whatever honor I have left, here!" he grumbled. Suddenly feeling as if he'd just been dealt a large blow to his ego, Ernesto burst out, "Drinks it is, then!" and walked Lucia to a nice bar, as oxymoronic as that sounds, that he knew of.
"Poor Ernesto's honour. Never stood a chance." She was already thinking of what she wanted to drink, twirling the scarf between her fingers. "But it's not his honour I'm too worried about, anyway!"
They arrived at the place, a quiet little bar where he was likely to not be recognized. "Yes, Miss Lucia has her own honor to worry about!" Smiling, Ernesto chose a nice table for the both of them and waved over a waiter--a gesture he was now becoming rather used to.
"Miss Lucia's honour's not too pretty right now, but she's ok with that." When the waiter came over, she ordered something that wouldn't knock her back. She had to get through the day, after all.
Ernesto nodded, not wanting to say anything. "I'll just have some Coca-Cola, thanks," he said to the waiter, knowing this was a cop-out. He couldn't afford to even get tipsy, considering all he had to do today.
When the waiter was gone, Lucia arched a brow at him. "Soda? Why? What is it?"
"I wouldn't want to get drunk or anything and make a fool out of myself, now would I?" he replied glibly. Ernesto was getting better at conjuring up lies, it seemed.
"Take all the fun out of drinking then!" Lucia didn't push it though. "Geez!"
Ernesto laughed, and smoothly wrapped an arm around Lucia's shoulders. "Now, now. Who's going to carry you if both of us get drunk?"
A hand clasped over her mouth, though she was amused. "Ha! That is true! Fine, you can be sober and I'll be somewhat-drunk-but-not-drunk-enough-to-puke."
"Oh good! I get to play the romance novel hero, then!" he said brightly. The waiter came by with their drinks, and Ernesto gazed at Lucia silently as he sipped his soda.
Sipping her drink, she nodded and then laughed again. "Oh God, those guys are so cheesy! Just don't say weird lines to me, ok?"
"I couldn't come up with lines like that even if I tried," Ernesto replied, trying to sound sad about the fact.
Lucia waved a hand in the air. "Oh anyone can! Just throw around 'generous bosom' and 'delicious curves' with a little 'throbbing manhood'. Stuff like that."
"I think I'd die of embarrassment, first..." Ernesto sighed, shuddering at the thought. "You wouldn't happen to like that kind of stuff, would you?"
Snorting before bursting into laughter, she waved a hand. "God no! But Catalina loves those novels!" She straightened a little after a bit. She pinched the end of her nose and spoke a little nasally. "Catalina's my sister. She's so not like me. So educated and stuff!"
"I still have yet to meet your familiy!" Ernesto pointed out, noticing that Lucia was starting to get a little...buzzed.
It was most evident with her giggling, which occurred more and more even at small things. At least she was something of a happy drunk. She spied her drink, swearing it had been something light before polishing it off. Glass slammed down, she raised a fist in the air. "We will meet them soon! But now, we will go to another bar!"
With that declaration, she shot to her feet and started to laugh again. The drink was not as light as she had thought!
Ernesto rose to his feet tentatively, not exactly sure what to do since he hadn't exactly been raised to deal with drunk women on a frequent basis. "Err, Lucia?" he asked worriedly.
Twirling around - twice since she missed stopping the first time - she smiled a little sweetly at him. And a crooked a finger to indicate she wanted him closer. "Ernesto," she whispered, though anyone in within a couple of feet of them could hear them fine. "Let's go have some real fun! Mmm...bed fun! I promise you will not be taking advantage of me!"
Ernesto smirked, despite himself. "It's not nice to tease grown men, kid!" he whispered. "Barkeep! My friend here is feeling unwell, so we're leaving." He dropped some bills on the table to pay the tab and walked over to Lucia, scooping her up into his arms. "Is this 'romance novel hero' enough for you?"
"Wasn't teasing!" She aimed to peck him on the cheek and caught his nose and then giggled. "You think I'm totally wasted! Bah! This is nothing, I swear!" She flopped back and sighed. "....oh Ernesto Jones! Or would Rio Jones work better? Should it even work?"
Oh, this woman could talk! His mischievous side flaring up, Ernesto craned his head down, catching her lips with his own and quickly halting her words. "How about just Ernesto?" He flipped through his mental notebook until he remembered where a nice, nearby hotel was and briskly walked in that direction. Drunk or not, Lucia would remember this.
She mumbled against his lips (it was certainly an agreement about his name) and then ceased that mumbling when she tried to keep her lips on him.
Lucia herself was certain she would remember this. Or so she hoped!
when; Earlier on Carnival day--pre-explosions
what; Typical date. Followed by drinking and a hotel visit. :D
For a change, Ernesto was at the lounge early to meet Lucia. His nerves had kept him up most of the night, paired with his fear that if he slept, he'd have some sort of an awful nightmare. He'd used his power to spy on various people during the night, as well, out of anxiety over what was to come. The other angels seemed to sleep peacefully enough, and he hadn't found the courage to peep on Lucia.
What a day it would be! He thought about all the places he wanted to go with Lucia, where they would eat for lunch, and various other inconsequential things that he'd never worried about before on dates. It had to be 110% perfect, he thought. And most importantly, he had to make sure that it was all kept secret; Ernesto had no intention of incurring Cassia's cold wrath any time soon.
The day had arrived and Lucia was filled with glee. It just felt as if the city had changed into something so much better. Dressed in bright yellows and white with her favourite sunglasses perched on top of her head, she sauntered into the lounge and announced herself to the figure she knew to be Ernesto. "Hey there! I'm here!"
His face visibly brightened as he rose to greet her. Ernesto looked down at his outfit--a cream-colored dress shirt with khaki pants--and chuckled. "Hey, we match!" he told her, a grin on his face.
Hands clasped behind her back childishly, she came over to him and grinned. "That's because I was totally spying on you this morning!"
"I can see that, actually," Ernesto teased, imagining Lucia in an astral form, floating around him all the time. ...on second thought, maybe he could do without that. "Anyway, the parades don't start until later, so why don't we check out the shops nearby? I'll treat you to a little shopping spree or something." he said, knowing that his wallet would probably end up regretting this later.
Oh would he! Lucia has a little gleam in her eyes that meant doom for that wallet. She caught herself before she cheered for herself and put on a good-little-girl look. "Really? You really mean that? I could end up wanting a car you know!"
Ernesto thought of what he was going to do later, and reminded himself that money was no longer a problem. He wouldn't have to..."pay taxes" on his income anymore. "I could probably buy you a car if you really wanted it." he chuckled. "But have mercy on me, oh beautiful one!" He proffered his arm politely, meaning to lead her out of the lounge.
"Ha! I'm not that mean," Lucia replied, taking his arm. "A couple of nice things and candy will satisfy me for now! Besides, I don't drive too well anyway. All the dings and dents I put on the family car aren't appreciated by anyone!"
"Women drivers..." Ernesto joked. Avoiding Lucia's eyes while she absorbed his words, he quietly led her out of the lounge towards the nearby shopping area. There were a few nice stores that they could stop at, and he steered her into a cute little boutique that had clothes he figured would suit her tastes.
One fine little brow was raised and she leaned toward him. "Hmmm? Is there something you wanted to say more clea-- oh look!" The joke forgotten, she detached herself from him and scurried over to where a pile of colourful hats and scarves were. Little boutiques were some of her favourite spots. A banana-print scarf was picked up and she held it up to examine it, tongue sticking out a bit from the corner of her mouth.
"It fits your current outfit quite nicely!" Ernesto conceded, nodding. "Though how often do you wear all yellow?"
"Often. It's flattering with a lot of colours. I'm just lucky to have good colouring!" she chirped, rapidly going through the other items. She paused and looked over at him. "Come here."
He stared for a moment, tilting his head to one side. Then, with a nonchalant shrug, he walked over to where Lucia was standing. "What is it?" he asked.
A beige fedora was promptly placed on his head and Lucia looked pleased. "Now you're more dashing!"
Ernesto threw her a skeptical look. "You mean I wasn't dashing enough before?" he asked, feigning offense.
Lucia laughed. "Sexy but not dashing! But now you're very dashing in an Indiana Jones way!"
Ernesto squinted at his reflection in the shop mirror. He certainly didn't feel very dashing, that was for sure. Still, he broke into a smile. "Whatever suits you, señorita!"
Taking his arm and peeking into the mirror as well, Lucia laughed before whispering. "I think I want to skip the shopping and do something more fun."
Ernesto thought that all women liked to shop. Surprised, he looked down at the girl clinging to him. "Where to, then?"
As much fun as it was, she realized that it might not be as much fun for a boy! "Since I have a dashing and well-off star with me, I think that's pretty obvious!" An index finger flicked the tip of his nose. "Drinking!"
"Now, now," Ernesto smirked. "We both know what happened the last time you drank. Are you so eager for that to happen again?" he teased, knowing that it was petty of him to remember such a thing, but not caring all the same.
Lucia actually smirked right back. "Good of you to catch on to that."
"Ah, but you didn't answer the question, kiddo." Ernesto grinned, poking her in the arm.
And she poked back, aiming for his ribs. "I'll be eager if you promise to wear the hat the entire time."
"So you can imagine Indiana Jones in your head the whole time? No thanks," Ernesto scoffed, walking her down the street anyway. "Besides, we might miss the parade. I thought girls loved the parade." Not that he did, mind. Ernesto just didn't want to pressure Lucia into anything. It'd be a lie to say he didn't want it, but all the same, he'd rather make love to a sober woman, thank you very much.
She wore a guilty expression briefly at wanting to bed 'Indy' but wiped that away fast. "Parades come and go and they take forever," she remarked. Her nose wrinkled and she looked up at him, holding up the banana-printed scarf. "Did you pay for this?"
He stared at the scarf for a moment, then recalled where it was from. "Ah, no. But it's ok. The clerks there know me and they'll send me the bill later." Ernesto paused, thinking to himself. "Well, if you're sure you won't miss the parade..." he stopped midsentence before he could finish, somewhat ashamed.
She laughed. "Are you suggesting that a parade could be more fun than you? Seriously, Ernesto?"
"Hey, I'm trying to preserve whatever honor I have left, here!" he grumbled. Suddenly feeling as if he'd just been dealt a large blow to his ego, Ernesto burst out, "Drinks it is, then!" and walked Lucia to a nice bar, as oxymoronic as that sounds, that he knew of.
"Poor Ernesto's honour. Never stood a chance." She was already thinking of what she wanted to drink, twirling the scarf between her fingers. "But it's not his honour I'm too worried about, anyway!"
They arrived at the place, a quiet little bar where he was likely to not be recognized. "Yes, Miss Lucia has her own honor to worry about!" Smiling, Ernesto chose a nice table for the both of them and waved over a waiter--a gesture he was now becoming rather used to.
"Miss Lucia's honour's not too pretty right now, but she's ok with that." When the waiter came over, she ordered something that wouldn't knock her back. She had to get through the day, after all.
Ernesto nodded, not wanting to say anything. "I'll just have some Coca-Cola, thanks," he said to the waiter, knowing this was a cop-out. He couldn't afford to even get tipsy, considering all he had to do today.
When the waiter was gone, Lucia arched a brow at him. "Soda? Why? What is it?"
"I wouldn't want to get drunk or anything and make a fool out of myself, now would I?" he replied glibly. Ernesto was getting better at conjuring up lies, it seemed.
"Take all the fun out of drinking then!" Lucia didn't push it though. "Geez!"
Ernesto laughed, and smoothly wrapped an arm around Lucia's shoulders. "Now, now. Who's going to carry you if both of us get drunk?"
A hand clasped over her mouth, though she was amused. "Ha! That is true! Fine, you can be sober and I'll be somewhat-drunk-but-not-drunk-enough-to-puke."
"Oh good! I get to play the romance novel hero, then!" he said brightly. The waiter came by with their drinks, and Ernesto gazed at Lucia silently as he sipped his soda.
Sipping her drink, she nodded and then laughed again. "Oh God, those guys are so cheesy! Just don't say weird lines to me, ok?"
"I couldn't come up with lines like that even if I tried," Ernesto replied, trying to sound sad about the fact.
Lucia waved a hand in the air. "Oh anyone can! Just throw around 'generous bosom' and 'delicious curves' with a little 'throbbing manhood'. Stuff like that."
"I think I'd die of embarrassment, first..." Ernesto sighed, shuddering at the thought. "You wouldn't happen to like that kind of stuff, would you?"
Snorting before bursting into laughter, she waved a hand. "God no! But Catalina loves those novels!" She straightened a little after a bit. She pinched the end of her nose and spoke a little nasally. "Catalina's my sister. She's so not like me. So educated and stuff!"
"I still have yet to meet your familiy!" Ernesto pointed out, noticing that Lucia was starting to get a little...buzzed.
It was most evident with her giggling, which occurred more and more even at small things. At least she was something of a happy drunk. She spied her drink, swearing it had been something light before polishing it off. Glass slammed down, she raised a fist in the air. "We will meet them soon! But now, we will go to another bar!"
With that declaration, she shot to her feet and started to laugh again. The drink was not as light as she had thought!
Ernesto rose to his feet tentatively, not exactly sure what to do since he hadn't exactly been raised to deal with drunk women on a frequent basis. "Err, Lucia?" he asked worriedly.
Twirling around - twice since she missed stopping the first time - she smiled a little sweetly at him. And a crooked a finger to indicate she wanted him closer. "Ernesto," she whispered, though anyone in within a couple of feet of them could hear them fine. "Let's go have some real fun! Mmm...bed fun! I promise you will not be taking advantage of me!"
Ernesto smirked, despite himself. "It's not nice to tease grown men, kid!" he whispered. "Barkeep! My friend here is feeling unwell, so we're leaving." He dropped some bills on the table to pay the tab and walked over to Lucia, scooping her up into his arms. "Is this 'romance novel hero' enough for you?"
"Wasn't teasing!" She aimed to peck him on the cheek and caught his nose and then giggled. "You think I'm totally wasted! Bah! This is nothing, I swear!" She flopped back and sighed. "....oh Ernesto Jones! Or would Rio Jones work better? Should it even work?"
Oh, this woman could talk! His mischievous side flaring up, Ernesto craned his head down, catching her lips with his own and quickly halting her words. "How about just Ernesto?" He flipped through his mental notebook until he remembered where a nice, nearby hotel was and briskly walked in that direction. Drunk or not, Lucia would remember this.
She mumbled against his lips (it was certainly an agreement about his name) and then ceased that mumbling when she tried to keep her lips on him.
Lucia herself was certain she would remember this. Or so she hoped!