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Post by lily on Jun 22, 2011 20:57:04 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2wom9du.png), width: 400px; height: 400px;] Sometimes I wish for falling, Wish for the release I’ll dance with myself, I drunk myself down, Found people to love, Left people to drown, I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall, there was nowhere to land, I wouldn't be scared at all… Lily didn’t even know what she was doing here. To be frank, she thought it was one of the worst ideas she’d ever had. And it was Liliana she was thinking about, herself, so obviously she thought most of her ideas were pretty damn good. She was an intelligent woman so she saw no reason why they would be bad ideas. But going on a date with this dirtbag? Well, it was a bad idea. Although in her defense, he didn’t seem like a dirtbag when he asked her out. He seemed like a confident, well off, charming man who for whatever reason was interested in Lily. Most of the time she was too busy working two jobs to even give a second glance at a boy, so it was nice to be noticed for once.
Unfortunately for her, that proved to be her downfall. The next time someone asked her out, she was going to give it way more thought than this. The man was dreadfully boring. He did something with accounting-- or maybe he was a lawyer; perhaps a real estate agent?-- that made a lot of money. While Lily never grew up with money, she wasn’t a gold digger and a million dollars wouldn’t be able to distract her from his horrible personality. He was boring, he was underhandedly rude, he was cocky, he was judgmental, and the list could go on and on. Sadly Lily thought that she would have to endure the list for the rest of the night.
After all, this was a fairly fancy restaurant and she would feel bad just leaving in the middle of dinner. Actually, she wouldn’t, but it was going to be the best meal she’d ever had and she didn’t want to leave until she had at least had dessert. She’d only ever had dessert when she first started working at the cafe when she was fourteen. It was like a whole new world had been shown to her. It was a pretty magical day, the first time she had a cupcake.
But Liliana still wanted to smash her head against the wall. They hadn’t even gotten to order anything yet. Where was the waiter anyways. ”Really? How fascinating,” she said, pretending to be thoroughly interested. What the devil was he going on about? Then he made some underhanded comment about people who worked, what he called, ‘poor people jobs’. That pretty much meant any minimal wage job anywhere. ”I don’t think that’s an appropriate thing to say outside of your own mind,” Lily stated boldly. She knew her opinions and she wasn’t afraid to say them, but she knew which were right to say in the company of other people. Clearly this man did not. He just had the air of a jerk to him. Maybe if she was lucky she could slap him at the end of the date. |
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Post by mel on Jun 22, 2011 22:02:31 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Cullen stared blankly at the table he was supposed to be serving.
The Douche was back.
The Douche came into Belva almost once a week with a different girl, but always the same schtick. He ordered the same meal, talked about his money, got them some alcohol, then sauntered off with the girl to do the deed. While thoroughly impressed by the weekly ritual that appeared effortless, Cullen was appalled by the Douche-a-nator at the same time. After a few months of doing this, you thought he would change it up a bit.
Unless he was one of those weirdies that got off by following routines. But that was just weird.
Sighing, he pulled out his pad and pen and decided he'd avoided the table long enough. For some reason, he was always assigned to McDouche's table. He hated it. As he walked over, he scribbled down what he already knew the Doucheatron was going to order.
When stopped next to the table, he said, "Hi, I'm Cullen. Welcome to Belva, I'll be your server tonight." He flashed a half-assed smile at the couple. Usually, he at least tried to be charming (a practice that generally came to him with ease) but he was just sick and tired of doing it with Frank Doucheington. "Have you two found what you wanted to order this evening?"
After ordering, Doucheo Marx got up to go to the bathroom. Cullen, still standing at the table, finally looked at the man's date.
She was a pretty girl. She wore nothing overly sensual, or even that pricey looking. Nice, but demure in most ways. Definitely not the Douche's usual crowd. Must be running out of options, Cullen thought hopefully.
Though he was about to walk away, he noticed the girl looked like she was having the time of her life. By that, he meant that she looked ready to hang herself. "He's a real piece of work, isn't he?" Cullen said with a light chuckle, hoping she might find some solace in the fact that she wasn't the only person here not enjoying the Mega Douche's presence.
Soon enough, he was back on his way to the kitchen to place the order and get their drinks.
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Post by lily on Jun 22, 2011 22:43:08 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2wom9du.png), width: 400px; height: 400px;] Sometimes I wish for falling, Wish for the release I’ll dance with myself, I drunk myself down, Found people to love, Left people to drown, I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall, there was nowhere to land, I wouldn't be scared at all… The one thing that bothered Liliana the most about this date of hers- besides the fact that she willingly allowed herself to go on a date with someone named Sebastien St. Germaine Jr.; even his name sounded pretentious- was how...routine this felt. It was as if a thousand girls had passed through the arch of the restaurant and hung on his every world. Surely she couldn’t have been the only woman ever to not buy any of his crap. Actually, the more he talked about how amazing he was, the more she realised she probably was the first to be bored sick of it. Wasn’t this what most girls wanted? Some rich, successful guy to pay the bills and buy shiny things?
Lily had a feeling that it was, but she wasn’t like most girls. She also had to wonder about the level of self respect women in this town had. Obviously not very much, or someone would have put him in his place a long time ago. It seemed it would be her duty at some point in the nice to give him a swift kick in the balls. Or at least the middle finger. Just as she was trying not to gag while Sebastien was telling her how ‘erotic’- his word, not hers- he thought her accent was, some waiter came by and interrupted his words. Unfortunately, the waiter seemed just as...perhaps unbearable was the wrong word, but something along those lines, as Sebastien St. Germaine Jr.
After her date ordered, she found that she was appalled by the fact that he ordered something for her. A salad. How boring. ”Actually...” she said, speaking up. She shot a lovely smile towards her date- she still had to suck up- before looking up at the waiter- Cullen, like the sparkly vampire- to order. ”I’ll have the salmon in the potato leek sauce with the rice pilaf and sauteed vegetables,” she said with a smile. ”I’m not a rabbit,” she said with a laugh, though her fake pleasantness was enough to assume that she was actually incredibly icy in her manner of speaking.
”Finally,” she mumbled under her breath as her date wandered away to the bathroom. He probably had to go shed a layer of his snakey skin or something of that evil manner. When the waiter spoke, she looked up at him, a little bit shocked. She’d never been to a fancy restaurant like this, but she was fairly certain waiters weren’t supposed to say things like that about their customers. ”Isn’t that a bit presumptuous of you?” she asked, holding his gaze steadily. She clucked her tongue once as she looked at the wine list. ”I’ll have a glass of your most expensive wine,” she said. Revenge on the man who thought he was loaded. ”White, please, to go with the fish.” |
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Post by mel on Jun 23, 2011 0:16:48 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Cullen smiled politely as he could manage in this atmosphere as the Flaming Douche ordered for him and his lady. A salad? How original.
Cullen was almost finished scribbling down the order when the girl spoke up. British, huh? No wonder he'd picked her. Cullen had thought there was something odd about her not showing a precarious amount of thigh or breast. She was foreign. So de la Douche hadn't lost his touch after all.
Whoever she was, she surprised him with a healthy sounding order, and a snippy comment at her companion. His previous assessment had been correct; for the first time in the past... Well, ever, a girl saw through the Douchehat's facade! Hooray! "Wonderful choice." He murmured with one of the first genuine smiled he'd shed all evening. There was something very attractive about a girl who liked food. Maybe because the idea of starving yourself by choice disgusted Cullen. Or maybe because he just the dish himself.
She made a remark that caused Cullen to frown. Aw, for a second, he'd thought they were in cahoots. So much for that fun prospect. Maybe she had a stick up her butt. He'd always thought british people were a bit snooty. "I like to think I know Mr. St Germaine well enough to judge," God knows, he'd only been his waiter every week for the past six or seven months. "Judging from your face, I thought you'd agree."
Cullen marked down the wine. It was classy, but he could see what she was doing. Maybe it was her marked scowl in the direction of the boys bathroom that gave it away, but he was pretty certain that she was toying with the idea of putting a handsome dent is Dude the Douche's checkbook. Innocently, he asked, "We have a very old bottle of Vin Santo in the back. It's a dessert wine, but it's the most expensive we have." And by expensive, he meant that it ran at about 300 to 400 dollars a glass. If anything, seeing that dawning look of horror on Sebastian Douche Jr.'s face would be well worth the possible recriminations of giving the girl the idea.
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Post by lily on Jun 23, 2011 0:34:47 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2wom9du.png), width: 400px; height: 400px;] Sometimes I wish for falling, Wish for the release I’ll dance with myself, I drunk myself down, Found people to love, Left people to drown, I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall, there was nowhere to land, I wouldn't be scared at all… She always wanted to punch men in the face when she saw them ordering for ‘their’ ladies. Honestly, if a woman didn’t have a brain enough to order for herself, then she wasn’t worth dating in the first place. Liliana shot a smile towards the waiter; more of a smile than she would ever give to this piece of shit. No, this man only deserved the iciest, most fake smiles that Lily had in her arsenal. But she also didn’t like men who jumped to conclusions, just as the waiter had done.
Lord, maybe she just didn’t like men. But she wouldn’t make a very good lesbian. Sure, she could handle the relationship aspect of it all, but she couldn’t go for the physical part, no thanks. She liked ‘em tall, smart, pretty, and manly. Manly pretty. Handsome, there you go. Perhaps it was just America. If she did recall, there were plenty of nice boys back in London. Unfortunately she hadn’t been home in a little over five years; maybe the water had changed since then. Liliana rested her chin on her hand and looked at the waiter curiously. ”Does he come here often?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. She gave him a look which demanded an honest answer; she hated liars. She sniffed slightly and glared at the empty seat in front of her. ”I do, unfortunately I didn’t realise that at the time when he asked me out. I suppose that working double shifts on three hours of sleep will distort your view on people.”
Though she still didn’t think it was exactly proper for waiters to be dolling out personality advice to their customers. Whatever. Liliana tapped her finger against her chin for a moment before straightening up again. ”That would be lovely; I’m sure it will taste just as delicious with the fish as it would with chocolate mousse,” she said with an equally innocent but somehow devilish grin. ”Why don’t you bring Mr. St. Germaine Jr a glass as well? I’m sure he would think it to be so thoughtful,” she smiled. Oh yes, two glasses of extremely expensive wine. The jerk deserved it. © melly welly from caution 2.0 | LYRICS BY FLORENCE & THE MACHINE OUTFIT: HERE | 363 WORDS | NOTES: THIS WORKS. they are in on the evil plan, and then attack each other. they just get along oh so well, bahaha. |
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Post by mel on Jun 23, 2011 22:10:48 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] He couldn't wholly blame Sir Doughington for asking the british spitfire out. In her own way, she had a sort of twisted charm. If he closed one eye and squinted. And maybe had a few strong drinks prior. But, yeah, he could see it.
With her curt and rather ungiving demeanor, she reminded him of an old army general. He'd met a few in his day. Really, the only difference was that she was european and she didn't have stories of Vietnam coming out the wazoo.
Shifting his weight to his other foot, Cullen shrugged. "I think I've said more than I probably should have already." Even with his flirty and gossipy ways, he had some level of professionalism. And he'd already acted pretty unprofessional, warding her off a customer. Not exactly his shiniest, proudest moment. But, hey, he was who he was. No big D. "...But if you must know, Yes. He does frequent the Belva." Hell, no one ever said he was a good person.
Cullen smiled coyly. Two jobs? Three hours of sleep? Ho boy, she was definitely not The Douche's usual crowd. She must be a helluva... well, something. Even Cullen wouldn't have asked this girl out, even with that cute little body and the accent. She probably had a few hidden talents. The thought only made him grin a little wider.
Germaine was returning to the table as the woman finished her order of wine. With a polite, completely innocent gesture, he seated Sir Douche-a-lots and said, "I'll be back with your wine momentarily."
It was near twenty minutes later when the couple's dinner arrived. Cullen brought it out swiftly, actually keeping time now because he wanted to see the look on St. Douche-maine's face when he looked at his bill. With the meal, he placed the whole bottle of Vin Santo on the table. "I pulled this out of the back for the missus," Cullen said regally, explaining the wine to Germaine, downplaying its value. "Just a simple, delicious dessert wine. I encourage you two to help yourselves." Really, help themselves. The full bottle could run into over a thousand dollars if fully drunk. That'd leave a good taste in his mouth, and so long as the Douche paid the bill (he couldn't really worm his way out of it), his boss would be happy too. "I'll be back to check on you two in a bit."
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Post by lily on Jun 23, 2011 22:32:05 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2wom9du.png), width: 400px; height: 400px;] Sometimes I wish for falling, Wish for the release I’ll dance with myself, I drunk myself down, Found people to love, Left people to drown, I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall, there was nowhere to land, I wouldn't be scared at all… It was no surprise to Lily that a person like Sebastien would try and take her to a place like this. He probably thought that he could either a) seduce her, or b) impress her because it was a little obvious that she wasn’t used to luxury. A few minutes of a conversation could tell you that about Liliana. Even if she didn’t tell tales of her delightful upbringing, the pure fact that she had to work two jobs to scrap by and her slight frame was enough to tell a person that she couldn’t afford luxuries like going out to fancy places.
But to be honest, they never really intrigued her. They actually sort of pissed her off. Why would someone pay fifty dollars for a piece of meat, while at another they might only be paying ten dollars for it? It was the same dead animal carcass. But if she was going to put up with this date, then the salmon better be amazing and the dessert better be spectacular. Liliana grinned slightly at the waiter. ”Which only leads me to believe that there’s plenty more to say that would be considered quite scandalous. Do tell,” she said, egging the waiter on. After all, she was already aware that her date was a giant prick. She wanted to know how giant. ”After all, how else is one going to measure how much force should go into a goodnight slap?” She grinned as if they really were in on this together.
Lily scoffed slightly and rolled her eyes. ”I expected that. He didn’t even look at the menu,” she said with a slight sigh. What a perv. Oh gross, he was back. ”I ordered us a glass; I hope you don’t mind,” she said sweetly to her date. He seemed more than pleased. She came to the conclusion that he often was the one to convince his dates to get liquored up. It was like she was doing all the work for him. She maintained her original job of pretending to be interested in what Sebastien St. Germaine Jr had to say and honestly, it was more exhausting than her actually two jobs. She felt bad if the man ever got married.
”Thank you very much, sir,” Liliana said and flashed an appreciative smile at the waiter, Cullen. She really just wanted to get out of here. Germaine drank his glass before she was even finished a third. Lord, he hadn’t even checked to see if she was of legal drinking age. What scum. By the time their meals had finished and the dessert had been cleared, Lily had barely finished her own glass of wine yet the bottle was almost empty. She poured the rest of it in her glass when St. Germaine made some horribly disgraceful remark, causing a switch in Lily to go off. She dumped the contents of her wine glass on his head and slammed the glass down on the table. ”You are a disgraceful excuse of a human being!” she said, then went to get up from the table. As she did so, St. Germaine went to grab her arm. The nasty. |
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Post by mel on Jun 25, 2011 23:24:59 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Looking at the british girl with a conspiratory gleam in his eye, Cullen inwardly debated dishing up all the trash he knew on Douchey McDouche-Douche.
...Hey, why the heck not? Free country, right? No reason why he shouldn't tell her. "There are a few good things to remember," CUllen said quietly, pretending to scribble something down on his notepad to at least make it look like he was working. "I've worked her for a year, year a half, you know? I've been that dude's waiter almost every single week since he started coming in six months ago. Every week. With out fail." Cullen practically shuddered thinking about it. At first, he'd thought the guy was a legend. New woman each week, no ties, no nothing. Then he realized the bloke ordered the same thing, brought up the same dinner conversations and even wore the same damned suit every week. It wasn't his charm that got the girls-- it was their lack of wit! "He gives big tips though. To impress his lady friends, I assume." Cullen clucked his tongue and added, "If you put him in his place tonight, dollface, you'll be my hero."
Nodding politely in waiter-like fashion, Cullen murmured under his breath, "Nope, never has." Danny Douche-o had walked in to the Belva six months ago and ordered something that wasn't even on the menu. And he asked for the same damned thing each time he came. Some french mess Cullen wouldn't even try to pronounce. Instead, Cullen usually just brought him a New York Strip. Or whatever was lying around the kitchen. Really never mattered.
Cullen was returning to the table when the british girl stood up and dumped her glass over Sebastian's head. He bolted up and wrenched her around by the upper arm.
Wrong move.
If there was one thing that Cullen hated more than a lame guy like Sebastien St. Germaine Jr, it was the poor treatment of women in this country. Some women, namely Barbie, deserved it, but as far as he could tell, the Limey was the good guy in this relationship. Cullen had been raised to see women as objects, but Anne had taught him how to treat one with respect. he still toyed with their emotions and manipulated them, but he did it in a way that made them happy. The Douche was only hurting the girl, and Cullen wasn't about to sit around and watch that.
Running to the table, he grabbed the arm Sebastien was using to hold onto the girl, gave him an elbow to the face and a hard kick to the back of the legs. Germaine dropped and let go of the girl so he could grab his face instead. A few people swarmed him to see if he was alright, but all he seemed to do was bemoan his broken face.
Cullen, on the other hand, turned to the girl. "Well. No need to thank me." He said jokingly and smiled charmingly. Hey, if she was back on the market...
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Post by lily on Jun 26, 2011 0:45:02 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2wom9du.png), width: 400px; height: 400px;] Sometimes I wish for falling, Wish for the release I’ll dance with myself, I drunk myself down, Found people to love, Left people to drown, I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall, there was nowhere to land, I wouldn't be scared at all… Liliana was not amused. She didn’t want to be here tonight and she was pretty much on the verge of never going on a single date ever again. Either that or she was seriously considering just giving it all up and becoming a lesbian. She could pull it off, and she could just glare at men like Sebastien in the process. How did she not even see that he was such a slime ball in the first place? Probably the double shift and lack of sleep. She couldn’t see straight or think straight. Sure, he appeared to be handsome and Lily could see why dumb girls would fall for him, but she wasn’t a dumb girl.
She was a very intelligent girl. Very intelligent girls weren’t supposed to fall for the charming boy act. That certainly would never happen again. “You would think that he would have run out of girls to attempt to date in this town. I mean, surely he has some sort of reputation,” she said. Then again, she’d never heard of the bloke until he introduced himself, so you never know. “To be honest, it’s not really that impressive. If anything it just makes me want to vomit on his three hundred dollar loafers,” she grumbled. He really was wearing loafers, the nasty.
She smiled for a moment, one which could be construed as flirtatious, before speaking. “Don’t ever call me dollface again,” she said, her smile still there, her voice fakely sweet. “But I most certainly will put him in his place. Someone has to,” she said with a sigh. She didn’t know how people like that went around in the world.
Liliana couldn’t even believe that he had the nerve to touch her. She didn’t believe that he had the nerve to touch her in a violent way, either. Sure, it wasn’t THAT bad, but the notion of it made her want to kick him where it would hurt. She was a little more than surprised when suddenly the waiter, Cullen, was back and pulling Sebastien St. Germaine Jr. off of her.
“Well, aren’t you just the gentleman?” Lily smiled, then looked at her ‘date’. “Your hair looks stupid,” she said, which he seemed thoroughly offended by. She looked around the restaurant briefly; everyone was staring. An angry looking man with a name tag and a suit was headed their way, and she could only assume it was the waiter’s manager. “Cullen, is it? How about we get out of here?” she suggested, tentatively eying the angry looking man. “In case he is in the mind enough to press charges,” she said through clenched teeth to him, quiet enough for him to hear. |
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