OOM: Out For A Night

[withamagicword]

William leads Millie out into the cool night air and then smiles as they appear coming out of a side door of a Hotel. After closing the Door behind them, he nods and takes her in his arms, gently. He looks into her eyes and grins.

"Ready to fly?"

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[wolf-baby.livejournal.com]

She returns the grin, eyes sparkling, and prepares to lift off.

"I always am."

[withamagicword]

He grins, the look on his face funny as he drags his attention away from her nearness to concentrate on flight. With gentle hands he holds her and then simply lifts.

he knows she has some ability herself, but not what it is exactly, so he holds on, not wanting to risk her, at all. And, well, the holding on is rather pleasant after all.

They rise slowly, but smoothly into the air.

[wolf-baby.livejournal.com]

When she wants to, she just . . . flies. No need to work out updrafts or what direction the current's heading, though it's easier to go with the flow. She's keeping herself aloft with no effort beyond restraint so she doesn't pull ahead.

The holding on is quite pleasant, she'd agree.

[withamagicword]

He nods to her and then turns, casting his gaze about. He points.

"That way, about two miles, a place called Pinarchi's. They have all kinds of food, but the cook there is partial to sushi and sets out some of the best I have ever tasted."

he grins and starts moving that way, in no hurry.

[wolf-baby.livejournal.com]

"I'll keep it in mind for another time. It sounds like an overall good spot."

She moves along effortlessly, relaxed.

[withamagicword]

He smiles.

"I love being up here, above it all, and feeling the wind..."

(ooc: mun apologizes for badness and not tagging in forever! it has been on hell of a month...)

[wolf-baby.livejournal.com]

"I remember, when we were kids, the best part was dropping water baloons on people . . . they never saw it coming and always thought it was someone hiding behind a tree or something."

[OOC: No worries. This mun has not had it any easier.]

[withamagicword]

He chuckles at that.

"Sounds like fun."

He glances down and watches the people for a moment before looking back at her.

"Do you fly a lot back home? Just get up and go?"

[wolf-baby.livejournal.com]

"All the time. It's more fun if I can get some of the pack to come along, but heading out on my own is fun, too. Not when it's too buggy out, but most days it's great."

[withamagicword]

He grins at her, then glances down and nods.

"There's our stop."

And he angles downward. Funny how his hands have never stopped holding her. Not possessively, really, just for the joy of it.

[wolf-baby.livejournal.com]

She's enjoying it, too, but at the last moment she breaks away, does a quick sommersault, and makes a graceful landing before returning to his side.

"Nice place."

[withamagicword]

He grins at that.

"Very nice moves..."

He lands next to her and nods.

"It's cozy and good food..."

He extends his arm to her.

"If you will allow me, milady?"

His smile is warm.

[wolf-baby.livejournal.com]

"Thank you. It's not often I get a proper chance to show off."

She accepts his arm with an equally warm smile.

"Most certainly."

[withamagicword]

He flashes a smile and leads her in, nodding to a maitre de who directs them to a table near the back. It is dark, but lit enough for two to see and not be blinded. There is a quiet music playing, soft strains of guitar tumbling over one another.

He escorts her to her seat and then settles himself across from her. He smiles as he looks at her before making himself pick up the menu.

Every time he sees her, his interest grows and it makes him wonder, a little, what is happening to him. he has never fixated on one person before, nor found himself as drawn to anyone as he is to her. So why her, and why now? He stifles a sigh behind the menu and puts aside he questions as he tries to decide what to eat.

[wolf-baby.livejournal.com]

She relaxes into the new environment, casually sniffing at a draft from the kitchen to advise her on the specials . . . the shellfish was less than fresh, but the Chicken Karaage was of top quality -- and with fresh ginger.

Her approach simplifies ordering immensely, as she only needs to glance at the menu to confirm the name of the dish . . . and then turn her attention to more vital matters, such as her dining companion.

She smiles warmly across the table at him. Shifters she's known in spades, but never a flying companion for a date. Oddly enough, most tended to have a fear of heights even when she attempted to pull them along. Even if she were free to come and go, he'd hold her attention.

[withamagicword]

He finally lowers his menu and, seeing her, smiles.

"Ready to order?"

He glances around, only to find a waiter almost hovering, albeit quietly, a few paces away. His smile quirks a bit as he glances back at Millie.

"Seems as if they are, even if we aren't."

[wolf-baby.livejournal.com]

She smiles at him, snapping out of her thoughts.

"I've made my decision."

A nod to the waiter, who is quickly in place with pen in hand.

"I'll have the Chicken Karaage and Miso Soup to start, then salmon sashimi and shrim tempura."

[withamagicword]

William grins, watching her, then nods.

"I'll have the special, please. And The White '02 as well."

The waiter nods, takes their menus and vanishes into the kitchen.

William nods, and turns back to her.

"I dont know that I mentioned it, but you look beautiful."

[wolf-baby.livejournal.com]

She blushes slightly at the compliment. She should be used to it by now, but with William . . . things are different.

"Thank you. You look pretty handsome yourself."

[withamagicword]

He grins, his own cheeks a slight bit pink.

"Thank you."

He taps his glass thoughtfully.

"Do you have a favorite drink?"

It is a spontaneous question, bubbling up out of his mind.

[wolf-baby.livejournal.com]

"I don't have a particular favourite . . . it depends on what mood I'm in, what goes best with what I'm having, that sort of thing. Mom taught me a bit about wines, and I've definately got the nose for it. In general, I like something mellow. Sweet. I have a high tolerance level for alcohol, so the flavour has a definate edge over how quickly it can get most people drunk. A lot of the time, I'd be just as happy with a cup of tea or something."

A pause, wondering if she overthought that.

"What's yours?"

[withamagicword]

He grins.

"I'm a beer man most days, but truthfully, not much can get me drunk. My body is filled with energy and it burns off the alcohol quickly."

He shrugs a little.

"I mostly drink for pleasure. The few times I drink to get drunk I aim higher for Atlantean."

[wolf-baby.livejournal.com]

"I never really got the appeal of beer. Too many parties in high school and after, keggers where some guy would try to get me drunk, then pass out while I was still clear-headed enough to fly home. I see mixed drinks as having an edge . . . I like that there's a process to it; if effort is needed, it's more likely to have a purpose beyond getting you drunk as quickly as possible."

High metabolism and she's almost matched her father's tolerance levels. . . and no Atlantean in her world. She's never actually managed to get drunk, but there has been the occasional mild hangover.

[withamagicword]

He nods, a little soberly.

"Occasionally, I want to get drunk. It takes a lot though."

He wavers.

"I just sometimes am not so great with the dealing with life."

[wolf-baby.livejournal.com]

Millie nods; she's seen it before and she's not one to judge.

"Understood. Alcohol doesn't have that much effect on me at all, and I've never managed to get drunk. . . I just tend to choose other ways of dodging life when the mood strikes."