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Post by tenacious on Feb 13, 2010 15:44:30 GMT -5
Hirsch pulled his own chair out, sliding it smoothly along the floor. He sat a bit farther away from the table, leaning back into the chair, surveying the crowd for a moment with his arms crossed against his chest. Annelise's voice caused him to return his gaze to her and he cleared his throat before speaking, "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to stay and not cause...much havoc," he added with a light chuckle, moving his chair in a bit more, so that he was closer to the table.
A young woman with black hair tied back in a bun approached their table, "What can I get you two?" She questioned.
Hirsch examined her briefly before replying, "A pitcher of beer, please, and a glass. What do you have concerning exotic meat?" He could get burgers and steaks any day.
"Well, we have some rabbit. Game hen," the woman replied lazily.
"Pheasant cordon bleu?" Hirsch questioned. Obviously, the answer was a yes, as the woman jotted it down before turning to Annelise.
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Post by wolflegend on Feb 13, 2010 15:53:03 GMT -5
Annelise looked at him and then looked back to the waitress with a smile. "I'll have a salad," she said to her. The waitress jotted something down again and left them alone at the table with a white top, red candle, and near the doors to the huge open balcony.
Annelise turned back to the man and said, "So, you like exotic things...." Annelise chukled at something that no one else knew about but her. She knew she was't the only one, but she was the only one here tonight.
She would take her chances with someone who didn't like her, or did like her. That'sthe kind of girl she was: risk taking, crude, humorous, and very, very sarcastic.
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Post by tenacious on Feb 13, 2010 15:58:38 GMT -5
Salad.
Dainty eater.
Hirsch didn't fancy himself one, obviously; he took advantage of good food and a large sum of money when he had it, as well.
"So, you like eotix things..."
"Hmmmm, yes. Some exotic things. But if you're about to tell me you're an exotic whose name is Marge, I'm afraid I'll have to leave," he added, teasing lightly as the waitress returned with the pitcher of beer and his glass. The man poured himself a drink, waving away the young woman; she shot him an irritated look as she flounced away, but Hirsch simply ignored her. He had been given too many dirty looks in his life to be bothered by one from a waitress he would probably never see again.
Hirsch scooped out an ice cube with his spoon, frowning slightly as he did so. Why couldn't they just put the fucking ice in the cub to begin with? He grumbled to himself as he pulled it out and dropped it into his drink.
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Post by wolflegend on Feb 13, 2010 16:04:33 GMT -5
Annelise laughed as she watched him fool with the cube.
I'm not exotic, maybe different, but not exotic. But then again, that differs on what your definition of exotic means....." She answered to him.
What is you full name, Hirsch?"She asked him afteer the waitress set down her salad in front of her then left. She saw the waitress watching Hirsch and quickly looked at her, locking eyes and making her leave with her stare. She loved antagonizing waitresses, especially at her own house. Annelise loved being sarcastic, and humorous.
Annelise started to fool with her golden necklace that had a ring on it absently. It was a golden ring given to her by her mother before she died. If anybody stole it, she would probably hit them or beat them up for it. Annelise was tough, but who didn't have their moments?
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Post by tenacious on Feb 13, 2010 16:09:07 GMT -5
He was busy staring into the pitcher, trying to fish out another ice cube, but he could still see Annelise stare down the waitress after she watched him for a few moments. He grinned lightly before dropping the ice cube into his beer and taking a sip. A waiter stepped up, carrying a large amount of food. He set one plate before Hirsch and then took off. Hirsch picked up his fork and eyed Annelise for a moment, watching as she began to fool with the golden necklace she wore.
"Christopher," he replied after a few moments. Simple things such as telling people his name should not require thought, but much thought had gone into it. Obviously, he had finally decided that no harm could go into telling Annelise his name. It wasn't some strange name, to begin with, and so long as she never addressed him by it, Hirsch would be fine.
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