You Should Never Date Lawyers
Who: Lindsey, Charlotte, and Deanna
When: December 9
Where: Deanna's House
Lindsey arrived at Deanna's house, ready for their night together. With work picking up, he hadn't had a chance to take care of this lately. He liked this part of the job, much more than the other parts. How many people were able to date a pretty girl as part of their job? Of course, he had to keep in mind that technically, this was strictly business. He was trying to get to Deanna's little sister to figure out who took out one of the firm's lawyers last year. Didn't mean that he could mix business with pleasure at the moment. He knocked on the door, expecting Deanna to answer.
When the door opened, it wasn't Deanna, but her little sister Charlotte that was standing there. The 16 year old blinked slowly and looked up at him, crossing her arms. "Are you Lindsey?"
Not who he was expecting, but good nonetheless. "Yeah, I'm Lindsey. You wouldn't happen to be Charlotte, would you?"
"Yeah, that's me." None of Lindsey's charm would be of use here. Charlotte gave him a dubious look, and scratched her head. "So... do you really like my sister? Cuz I'm kinda sick of her bringing home guys who pretend to be awesome and then treat her like crap."
"Yeah, I really like your sister," he answered. "I definitely don't have any plans of treating her like crap, though." He looked through the door. "What can I say to convince you otherwise?"
Charlotte shrugged, and backed off slightly. "Nothin', really. Just... you know... don't do it." Then, Deanna's voice could be heard from upstairs. "Charlotttttttte! If you're annoying my date, friggin' STOP IT! Go play in traffic or something!"
Lindsey managed to not burst out laughing, but it was an effort. "You're not annoying me. I think it's good that you're looking out for your sister."
"Well... I guess I should go. Tell Deanna I'm going to the Bronze. Maybe I'll play in traffic tomorrow." Charlotte grabbed her purse, and skittered on out on her merry way.
"Don't worry. I'll let her know." Lindsey let himself inside, shutting the door behind Charlotte. He needed to figure out how to talk to her by herself more.
Finally, a few moments later, Deanna came walking down, decked out in a black and gray plaid schoolgirl skirt, with black heels and a white blouse with silver buttons down the center. "Sorry about that. The little hobbit can't seem to get a life of her own."
Lindsey shrugged. "She's not that bad. She went to the Bronze. She said that she'd play in traffic tomorrow." He added that last part with a grin.
"Oh, good." Deanna laughed, knowing she and Charlotte had that snarky, pick-on-each other relationship. "So.... you're sure lookin' good."
"I gotta say, you're looking really nice yourself," he said, looking her up and down for a second. "You're sister did give me the third degree, though."
"Don't be afraid to just tell her to go away. She's like a badly trained puppy... she never knows when to just go away." Deanna shrugged and walked over to him. "You know... my best friend is dying to meet you."
"She's not so bad," he told her. "And your friend wants to meet me? Should I be afraid?"
"Nah. I think she just wants to see if you're as hot as I tell her." The blonde laughed as she said it, squeezing his hand softly.
"Well, if you think I'm introduction worthy, we can meet her whenever," he said. Inwardly, he cringed a little, but he needed to keep Deanna happy for as long as necessary.
"Meredith's a good girl. LITTLE younger, but still. Gorgeous as hell, and fun to hang with." Inwardly, Deanna was already fearing losing a guy this great.
"A little younger? How old is your friend, anyway?" It was just curiosity, since she mentioned it. He probably did need to get to know other people in Sunnydale, anyway.
"She's allllmost 17. We met when I was a senior last year. I love her like family." Poor Deanna, she had NO clue she was being used worse than a brand new credit card.
"She sounds like a great friend," Lindsey told her. "So, are you ready to go out tonight?" He had plans on taking her out to a fancy dinner. Slurging money on people was usually a good way to get barriers down.
"Would you be offended if I asked you to stay in tonight? We got the house to ourselves, and I've REALLY missed you." She gave him those 'come hither' eyes that she knew never failed. "Forget the outside world... I kinda want you to myself tonight."
Of course, staying in had its perks as well. "We can do that, too," he said, grinning at her. They could always order take out if they got hungry, but Lindsey was thinking that he'd forget all about food soon enough.
When: December 9
Where: Deanna's House
Lindsey arrived at Deanna's house, ready for their night together. With work picking up, he hadn't had a chance to take care of this lately. He liked this part of the job, much more than the other parts. How many people were able to date a pretty girl as part of their job? Of course, he had to keep in mind that technically, this was strictly business. He was trying to get to Deanna's little sister to figure out who took out one of the firm's lawyers last year. Didn't mean that he could mix business with pleasure at the moment. He knocked on the door, expecting Deanna to answer.
When the door opened, it wasn't Deanna, but her little sister Charlotte that was standing there. The 16 year old blinked slowly and looked up at him, crossing her arms. "Are you Lindsey?"
Not who he was expecting, but good nonetheless. "Yeah, I'm Lindsey. You wouldn't happen to be Charlotte, would you?"
"Yeah, that's me." None of Lindsey's charm would be of use here. Charlotte gave him a dubious look, and scratched her head. "So... do you really like my sister? Cuz I'm kinda sick of her bringing home guys who pretend to be awesome and then treat her like crap."
"Yeah, I really like your sister," he answered. "I definitely don't have any plans of treating her like crap, though." He looked through the door. "What can I say to convince you otherwise?"
Charlotte shrugged, and backed off slightly. "Nothin', really. Just... you know... don't do it." Then, Deanna's voice could be heard from upstairs. "Charlotttttttte! If you're annoying my date, friggin' STOP IT! Go play in traffic or something!"
Lindsey managed to not burst out laughing, but it was an effort. "You're not annoying me. I think it's good that you're looking out for your sister."
"Well... I guess I should go. Tell Deanna I'm going to the Bronze. Maybe I'll play in traffic tomorrow." Charlotte grabbed her purse, and skittered on out on her merry way.
"Don't worry. I'll let her know." Lindsey let himself inside, shutting the door behind Charlotte. He needed to figure out how to talk to her by herself more.
Finally, a few moments later, Deanna came walking down, decked out in a black and gray plaid schoolgirl skirt, with black heels and a white blouse with silver buttons down the center. "Sorry about that. The little hobbit can't seem to get a life of her own."
Lindsey shrugged. "She's not that bad. She went to the Bronze. She said that she'd play in traffic tomorrow." He added that last part with a grin.
"Oh, good." Deanna laughed, knowing she and Charlotte had that snarky, pick-on-each other relationship. "So.... you're sure lookin' good."
"I gotta say, you're looking really nice yourself," he said, looking her up and down for a second. "You're sister did give me the third degree, though."
"Don't be afraid to just tell her to go away. She's like a badly trained puppy... she never knows when to just go away." Deanna shrugged and walked over to him. "You know... my best friend is dying to meet you."
"She's not so bad," he told her. "And your friend wants to meet me? Should I be afraid?"
"Nah. I think she just wants to see if you're as hot as I tell her." The blonde laughed as she said it, squeezing his hand softly.
"Well, if you think I'm introduction worthy, we can meet her whenever," he said. Inwardly, he cringed a little, but he needed to keep Deanna happy for as long as necessary.
"Meredith's a good girl. LITTLE younger, but still. Gorgeous as hell, and fun to hang with." Inwardly, Deanna was already fearing losing a guy this great.
"A little younger? How old is your friend, anyway?" It was just curiosity, since she mentioned it. He probably did need to get to know other people in Sunnydale, anyway.
"She's allllmost 17. We met when I was a senior last year. I love her like family." Poor Deanna, she had NO clue she was being used worse than a brand new credit card.
"She sounds like a great friend," Lindsey told her. "So, are you ready to go out tonight?" He had plans on taking her out to a fancy dinner. Slurging money on people was usually a good way to get barriers down.
"Would you be offended if I asked you to stay in tonight? We got the house to ourselves, and I've REALLY missed you." She gave him those 'come hither' eyes that she knew never failed. "Forget the outside world... I kinda want you to myself tonight."
Of course, staying in had its perks as well. "We can do that, too," he said, grinning at her. They could always order take out if they got hungry, but Lindsey was thinking that he'd forget all about food soon enough.