Buona sera, signorina, buona sera!
Who: atrumcanis & whip_the_fools
When: September 6th, evening of.
Where: at Thairanosaurus Rex, a delicious Thai restaurant! Apparently Thai food does not include bacon, and apparently it's not permitted for bacon to be imported into the restaurant, and apparently prodigy prosecutors quite enjoy Thai food and good manners, and apparently this will be quite the evening. The city may never be the same.
Summary: a... date. This follows a challenge to Get To Know Miss von Karma, and the survey, and a long conversation about whether or not Miss von Karma can say that she has friends/tear ducts.
Warnings: Oh, come on now, whips. Make the jokes yourself.
There was nothing quite like a free meal. There was certain company, of course, where free meals weren't enough to guarantee that Sirius would be able to sit still and enjoy the food instead of becoming distracted by the company itself--distracted here meaning jumping up to hex them, of course, with the worst offenders. But that wasn't the case, here. Miss von Karma was certainly a chilly bird, but she was no "certain company" And there were plenty of little chips and cracks in that façade that he could work his fingers into that would quite guarantee entertainment.
Some people, of course, might question why. It wasn't as if Sirius knew her, or should particularly care about working his fingers into any fronts (double entendre, there; he grinned slightly, pleased with his own genius even in the privacy of his own thoughts). Anyone who would say that didn't know Sirius very well at all, of course. There was always interest to be found in this sort of thing: inviting girls out as a bit of a joke. And moreover, the point was the Challenge: all the assumptions that he wouldn't be able to get to know her. It was always good to prove people wrong, no matter the capacity. And Sirius was quite good at getting to know others, of course--especially girls.
Granted, he'd have to take a bit of care, here, but it wasn't anything that he couldn't do. Although--Sirius made a slight grimace as he swung off of his motorbike, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off some unwanted presence or taint--Thai food? He was a bit uncertain on that one; if it didn't have bacon or wasn't fried or between two slices of bread (or preferably prepared in some manner that incorporated all of the above--bacon and fried between bread) he wasn't certain that he particularly would enjoy it. But it was too late for that now!
And maybe it had been a bit forward to tell her to find the restaurant, and then dig one up on his own. But the name of the place had been entirely too amusing to pass up. He'd sent along directions--the very spirit of politeness, that!--and he'd at least washed his hands. This wasn't a real date, but they'd been rather dirty, and a man had to have some pride.
And he was late, of course, but that was to be expected. Sirius gave a final glance at his motorbike--safe, of course, hexed so as not to be stolen. He slumped his shoulders slightly as he turned to approach the restaurant, his hands in his pockets. She had to be about somewhere, this "date" of his. Twenty minutes was a bit of a wait, but she likely wouldn't have left. And if she had, he'd simply ring her up and complain at her. Simple, really!
When: September 6th, evening of.
Where: at Thairanosaurus Rex, a delicious Thai restaurant! Apparently Thai food does not include bacon, and apparently it's not permitted for bacon to be imported into the restaurant, and apparently prodigy prosecutors quite enjoy Thai food and good manners, and apparently this will be quite the evening. The city may never be the same.
Summary: a... date. This follows a challenge to Get To Know Miss von Karma, and the survey, and a long conversation about whether or not Miss von Karma can say that she has friends/tear ducts.
Warnings: Oh, come on now, whips. Make the jokes yourself.
There was nothing quite like a free meal. There was certain company, of course, where free meals weren't enough to guarantee that Sirius would be able to sit still and enjoy the food instead of becoming distracted by the company itself--distracted here meaning jumping up to hex them, of course, with the worst offenders. But that wasn't the case, here. Miss von Karma was certainly a chilly bird, but she was no "certain company" And there were plenty of little chips and cracks in that façade that he could work his fingers into that would quite guarantee entertainment.
Some people, of course, might question why. It wasn't as if Sirius knew her, or should particularly care about working his fingers into any fronts (double entendre, there; he grinned slightly, pleased with his own genius even in the privacy of his own thoughts). Anyone who would say that didn't know Sirius very well at all, of course. There was always interest to be found in this sort of thing: inviting girls out as a bit of a joke. And moreover, the point was the Challenge: all the assumptions that he wouldn't be able to get to know her. It was always good to prove people wrong, no matter the capacity. And Sirius was quite good at getting to know others, of course--especially girls.
Granted, he'd have to take a bit of care, here, but it wasn't anything that he couldn't do. Although--Sirius made a slight grimace as he swung off of his motorbike, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off some unwanted presence or taint--Thai food? He was a bit uncertain on that one; if it didn't have bacon or wasn't fried or between two slices of bread (or preferably prepared in some manner that incorporated all of the above--bacon and fried between bread) he wasn't certain that he particularly would enjoy it. But it was too late for that now!
And maybe it had been a bit forward to tell her to find the restaurant, and then dig one up on his own. But the name of the place had been entirely too amusing to pass up. He'd sent along directions--the very spirit of politeness, that!--and he'd at least washed his hands. This wasn't a real date, but they'd been rather dirty, and a man had to have some pride.
And he was late, of course, but that was to be expected. Sirius gave a final glance at his motorbike--safe, of course, hexed so as not to be stolen. He slumped his shoulders slightly as he turned to approach the restaurant, his hands in his pockets. She had to be about somewhere, this "date" of his. Twenty minutes was a bit of a wait, but she likely wouldn't have left. And if she had, he'd simply ring her up and complain at her. Simple, really!