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Post by Psylocke on Jul 1, 2005 7:03:18 GMT -5
Betsy guided the black Mustang out of the garage and onto Graymalkin Lane. She looked over to Sean and said, “The radio is all yours or you can pick a cd.” She reached over and pulled his sun visor down to show him the cds she had available in the car.
The sun had already set since it was the middle of December and the car's headlights bounced off the road and surrounding trees. At least it wasn't snowing like yesterday when she had been stranded in New York. Granted, she'd choose to be stranded like that anytime.....
Bringing her wandering thoughts back to the present, Betsy asked, “So, what kind of food would you like? I think Salem Center has just about any restaurant to suit any taste.”
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Post by Banshee on Jul 1, 2005 8:47:30 GMT -5
Sean considered the cds, and turned on the radio. He checked the radio station, and by chance it happened to be the one from earlier.
"Let's leave it on this one, we've had some luck with it, earlier. How about italian, I haven't had that in a while?"
The radio started playing Sinatra's "Mack the knife" Sean turned the volume up slightly, foot tapping slightly to the beat.
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 1, 2005 9:54:32 GMT -5
Betsy agreed with his decision to keep the same station on. It really was one of her favorites in the area although she had more choices the closer she drove to New York City.
“Hmmm, Italian. I know of a great little bistro that offers an extraordinary variety for being such a small place,” Betsy told him. She didn't add that it had an air of romance with the small cozy tables and candle light. Reaching her mind out while she drove, she had the hostess put her name on the reservation list so they would be guaranteed a table. There were just so many reasons to love being a telepath.
With the car in gear and coasting smoothly, Betsy took her free hand and laced her fingers through his.
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Post by Banshee on Jul 1, 2005 20:43:18 GMT -5
Sean smiled as Elisabeth entangled her fingers with his. He hadn't been to a bistro in ages, and it sounded wonderful. He was feeling pretty hungry by this time, and his stomach decided to make that appetite known with a loud growl. Sean laughed,
"Yes, I think me stomach agrees with the idea."
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 1, 2005 21:13:31 GMT -5
Betsy laughed as his stomach agreed with her choice and said, “Well, we shouldn't keep your stomach waiting then.”
Betsy pulled the Mustang into the town of Salem Center and slowed her speed. She had no issues masking her speed from the police officers down the back roads but in town she obeyed the speed limit. Finding a parking spot about two blocks away, she pulled the small car into it and turned off the engine.
Looking over at Sean before getting out, she said with a grin, “Welcome to the thriving metropolis of Salem Center. Close your eyes for too long and you'll miss it.” Pulling her long black coat out of the area behind her that was supposed to pass as a back seat, she continued, “Two blocks that way and we'll satisfy your stomach.”
Betsy climbed out and walked around the car to the sidewalk, putting her coat on. They could see the center of town and standing tall in the middle was a large, brightly colored Christmas tree. Seeing it made her realize that for the first time since she had left Brian and Meggan back in England, her mood felt lighter. Turning back to Sean, she smiled at him.
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Post by Banshee on Jul 1, 2005 21:32:00 GMT -5
“Welcome to the thriving metropolis of Salem Center. Close your eyes for too long and you'll miss it.”[/i]
Sean snickered at Elisabeth's description of the town. He climbed out of the car, and joined her on the sidewalk. He admired the christmas tree, shining brightly in the darkness. He held out an arm, hoping she'd take it.
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 1, 2005 22:18:32 GMT -5
Betsy happily slipped her arm though his and pulled him close. They were almost the same height and their strides matched almost perfectly. As they walked closer to the Christmas tree, she looked at Sean and said with a bit of amusement, “I bet we could have had fun putting that star up on top.” The tree was about twenty feet tall and obviously a utility truck had been used to reach that height.
Betsy could smell the food before they even reached the door of the small restaurant. There was a fairly busy take out area where people were talking loudly with each other while waiting on their orders. Through a doorway, however, were about eight tables set up. Red and white checked table clothes adorned the small round tables and tall taper candles glowed in the center of each one. The curtains were left open to show off the festivities taking place outside.
Betsy led him through the busy area and walked up to a woman in a tuxedo. “Elisabeth Braddock, reservation for two,” she informed the hostess.
“Of course, Ms. Braddock. I have your table ready for you.” The woman led them past the other tables to the back of the room and placed a food menu as well as an extensive wine and beer list before each chair. Smiling, she rattled off the soups of the day as well as the sandwich special.
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Post by Banshee on Jul 1, 2005 22:27:23 GMT -5
Sean enjoyed walking with Elisabeth, they kept the same pace. As they approached the bistro, he could smell the heavenly scents of delicious italian food. He noticed that they had reservations, and wondered how that came about. He walked with Elisabeth to their table, and pulled out her chair. After seating her, he went around to his own chair and sat. Giving Elisabeth a grin, he stretched his legs under the table, ever so slightly nudging hers.
He looked at the wine list, and saw they had a truly remarkable selection.
"Would ye like to order some wine with our meal? This Chateau sounds good."
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 1, 2005 23:54:35 GMT -5
Betsy sat down while Sean held the chair for her then leaned across the table and blew out the candle, setting it to the side. As nice as the ambiance of it was, she had learned a long time ago not to let a candle come between her and someone she would like to be close to.
She felt his leg brush against hers and smiled at his impish grin. If she had a look of innocence, she tried to give it to him as she blatantly crossed her legs, letting her foot sway up and down, coming into contact with his leg every so often. “The Chateau sounds lovely, Sean,” she replied.
Glancing through the menu, she already knew what she wanted but was always curious to see the new items on the list. However, there was one thing on that menu that Betsy loved. As the waitress came over to take their order, looking at Betsy first, she replied, “I'll have the Scaloppine Piccata.”
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Post by Banshee on Jul 2, 2005 0:01:10 GMT -5
Sean chuckled as Elisabeth's legs brushed against his. He looked at her face beaming innocence, and thought to himself,Two can play at that game! as he gently snared her leg with his, looking as innocent as possible with a "cat swallowing the canary" grin.
He waited for Elisabeth to order, and then it was his turn.
"A bottle of the 1968 Chateau, with two glasses, and I will have the fettucini alfredo with chicken."
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 2, 2005 0:27:26 GMT -5
As he gently snared her leg in his, she had to suppress a laugh. It was all she could do to keep a straight face while ordering her meal. Once the orders were placed and they were alone again, she leaned forward and asked with a grin, “What do you think about ice skating?”
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Post by Rogue on Jul 2, 2005 2:11:09 GMT -5
She headed into Salem Center, landing in front of a small but intimate Italian restaraunt, one of Rogue's personal favorites. She opened the door and stepped inside, ignoring most of the people in the take out area who stared. Some of them recognized her and Remy, some of them didn't and just realized that a flying woman had walked through the door with a man with red and black eyes.
She made her way towards the seating area and froze. Betsy. And that new guy. Sean. Turning to Remy, she suggested, "How about we just get take out?"
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Post by Banshee on Jul 2, 2005 7:22:05 GMT -5
Sean watched Elisabeth try not to laugh as he ensnared her leg. The expression on her face made it hard for him not to laugh out loud. He managed to keep a straight face, barely.
"What do you think of ice skating?
"Sounds like fun, where and when?"
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 2, 2005 9:50:28 GMT -5
Before Betsy could answer, she felt Remy and..... Rogue. That wasn't right. Rogue wasn't “free” for another day. Mentally latching onto her teammate's mind, she asked, < A bit far away from home, aren't we? >
Her face never lost it's expression as Betsy's attention returned back to Sean. “Tomorrow behind the mansion. Charles had a small outdoor ice rink put in for the students but since most are gone right now, it's not getting any use. We'll have to shovel snow off it but if you're game, so am I,” she explained. She loved to skate and most everyone else had been too busy to join her. At least, that's how Betsy rationalized just asking Sean to spend more time with her.
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Post by Banshee on Jul 2, 2005 13:07:26 GMT -5
Sean stretched out his arms, in a display that showed he had been working out lately.
"I'm fairly handy with a shovel. Do ye like coffee? I've got a good way to start out tomorrow if you're up for it." He released Elisabeth's legs, and quietly shed his shoes. He stretched one socked foot gently to her ankle.
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