|From all things, Helena has been (detached) wrote in repose,|
@ 2019-11-24 22:23:00
|Leena shows up in her nice jeans and is there early and fidgeting because Dante is pretty, but she also kinda thinks Dante is way out of her league. |
Dante shows up about on time and in whatever she was dressed in for the day. Though her car? That’s a dark blue Toyota Supra. She’ll get out of the car and swagger over, pulling off her sunglasses as she looks Leena over. A simple eyebrow raise accompanies the question. “Leena B?”
The picture did not do Dante justice, but she manages a "Yeah," without her voice cracking. Which, win. "It's not great, but it'll do, yeah? The coffee that is. Have a seat."
“Coffee.” A wink. “Right.” A grin breaks. “Any place that has tolerable coffee across the street from the shop is going to win.” A hand absently gestures to the mechanics shop as she sits and crosses her legs. “You also owe me a story.”
"Oh right. About the twilight zone." Leena gestures for the waitress for another two coffees, one empty cup already in front of her on the table.
"So... this town isn't normal. Like at all. Avoid the military installation. There's always some shit going on there."
A passive smile and a mouthed ‘thanks’ is offered to the waitress before she passes. Yet once she’s gone another curious - and mildly surprised - quirk of eyebrow occurs. “What happens if I don’t?” Dante can’t help but ask.
Leena shrugs. "People go on and don't come out the same, if they come out."
“That doesn’t sound good.” There’s a consideration obvious in Dante’s eyes. “What’s the reason for that?”
Leena smiles and thanks the waitress when she comes back with another cup and the whole pot to fill them both up. "No idea, and no desire to find out."
A low thoughtful hum is given. “And what about the weird things that happen in the town?” A pause. “Or does weird stuff only happen near the military facility?” The mechanic finds her fascination getting the better of her.
"Weird shit happens everywhere. The B&B is haunted. Bodies appeared littering the whole surface of the lake before they disappeared.The island at the center of the lake has a portal to another dimension. There are a few vampires in town, used to be a few werewolves. Couple of demons. A lot of not entirely human."
Dante can’t help it as her eyes widen a bit and a slow nod is offered, fingers delicately wrapping around the coffee mug. “And the people of town just.... go with it?”
"Kinda hard not to when at least half the population isn't strictly human."
“What?” There’s a sort of surprise in Dante’s voice and a soft laugh that echoes through the word.
"Half human might be conservative." Leena isn't laughing.
“That’s, um...” There’s a half surprised, half almost disbelieving shake of her head before something absent and passive is muttered under her breath in Spanish. A sip of the coffee is taken before she seems to have words again. “That’s wild.” Was all that came to Dante’s mind.
"Yeah. And then there are the "parties." Events and the town goes haywire. " There isn't a better way to explain it, no matter how she might wish there were.
“What happens in a party?”
"Sometimes you're you. Sometimes you're you, in the fact that you have all your pieces, but you're not the you that you know and all your pieces are in different places. And sometimes you aren't you at all."
"Sounds.... odd." Fingers tap at the mug. "Any idea why?”
Leena stares off for a minute before her gaze focuses back on Dante. "None."
Dante gave a thoughtful hum. Shoulders shrugged. "Guess I'll have to find it."
"People have tried. Here’s the thing, no matter what we look like, we're the same monsters.”
"We're the same monsters?" Dante can’t help but repeat the words in attempts to seek a better understanding.
"We're the same monsters," Leena repeats. "Vampires might be blood suckers, but humanity? Humanity is full of monsters without any special abilities."
"So you mean humans are monsters?" A beat as Dante tries to piece it all together. "Little dark on the outlook there."
"Maybe a little, but it's good to be honest."
"Refreshing." A smile's given to Leena as the mug is lifted up to Dante’s own lips. "Your honesty."
"Is it? I thought it was dark on the outlook," Leena says with a little smile and takes a sip.
"Dark doesn't mean unlikeable." There's a bit of playfulness there. If only the other woman had half a clue to the workings of Dante’s life.
Leena ducks her head a little, mouth turning up further before she gets it under control. "Most don't think that way."
"There's a lot in the world I don't judge for." Dante seems completely unfussed by this.
"That's a good thing." Leena exhales and takes another sip. "So, yeah, just be aware. Lots of things aren't what they seem here. And like, 98% of the guys in town are gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but, yeah, just know that."
Dante can’t help a soft laugh before she raises her mug. "Too bad for that side of me then." Another low hum before she reaches for the sugar - if it's possible to brush against Leena while doing so, she will. "Good thing I'm into pretty ladies as well." There's a sly smile offered Leena before beginning to pour a bit of sugar in her mug.
There's another one of those head ducks as their hands brush, but it's the sly smile that does Leena in a bit. "Pretty ladies are pretty awesome. Not going to lie there."
"Always fun." The agreement on women is offered with that same sly smile. "Anything else around that you think would catch my interest?" Dante’s voice is bordering on a suggestive purr.
Leena’s mouth goes a little dry because she's 100% certain she's being flirted with and she has no idea how to respond. "I mean -- it -- it's a small town."
“No personal suggestions?” Dante’s coffee is stirred lazily with attempts to mix in the sugar in more.
Leena’s mouth opens and shuts several times before she finally goes still. "As much as I'd like to say yes, I really can't."
“Mm, that’s too bad.” Eyes openly raked over Leena for a moment before her coffee mug was lifted. “Anything else I should be aware of in town?”
Leena squirms under the scrutiny, but. But she wants to say yes. "You don't want damaged goods," Leena says quietly. "And no. There's a lot I can't prepare you for."
“Damaged goods?” The damaged goods comment earns an an obvious and audible laugh from Dante. She clearly looks like she can’t believe you just said that. “You don’t tell me what I want.” The statement is direct and assured, her eyes backing up the words . There’s a smile given after it though. “I’m from Brooklyn, I’m sure I can figure it out.”
Leena goes completely still at the laughter and clenches her teeth to distract herself from doing something embarrassing like saying anything more. "No, I can't tell you what you want," she finally says once she trusts her voice. "I'm sure you can."
A hand is offered across the table in attempts to lay it against the back of Leena’s hand if allowed.
“Just let me handle myself, alright?” The smile offered this time is a bit softer. “I’ll let you know when I don’t want you around.” There’s a good natured and somewhat playful wink offered from Dante in hopes that it ought to ease any ruffled feathers.
It's testament to how much work Leena’s done that she allows the touch at all and doesn't immediately back away from it. "Mm. Yes. Of course." And she wants to stay behind her walls, but the playfulness means her head ducks down again. When she looks up, it's out the window. "That doesn't mean that you shouldn't get a forewarning."
With the touch being allowed, a soft and very gentle squeeze would be given with Dante’s hand lingering for a moment longer before it’s finally pulled back to wrap around her coffee mug again. “Warning’s fair.” She thought for a moment. “If I had warning labels they’d probably be ‘likes going fast’ and ‘will fight you’.” There’s a soft laugh given, amusement clear.
Leena reaches for her own like a lifeline and nearly finishes the cup off. "I think "likes going fast" is more promise than warning."
There’s a wicked glint in Dante’s eyes for a moment as she raises the doctored cup of coffee up.
“Depends on who you are.”
There's a little huff of a laugh, not quite real, not quite free. "Anyone that thinks that's a warning is probably too delicate to be bothered with."
“Good to know you’re not.” There’s something smug and playful there in Dante’s words as a sip of her coffee was taken.
And Leena finally manages a little laugh. "Faster is better anyway."
“I love fast.” Dante can’t help but bite her lower lip for a moment before a thought seems to occur. There’s a nod of her head towards the window/her car. “0-60 in five seconds, wanna go for a ride?”
Leena's gaze follows, and she bites her bottom lip, considering. If Dante was a man, she'd say no, but she already met her here because she wasn't. After a moment of consideration, she nods.
“Cool.” A grin breaks across Dante’s face and a $20 is tossed on the table. “Let’s go.” And she’s already moving to leave.
Leena finishes off her coffee before waving to their waitress and following Dante out the door.
The sunglasses are back on before Dante’s out the door and keys are twirled in one hand before popping the locks.
“Any motion sickness or other issues with driving?”
"No, not as long as I'm a passenger."
“Awesome.” Dante’s movements are easy and the passenger door is pulled open before she moves around the nose of the car and drops into the driver’s seat. “Top speed on the speedometer is 155.“ the car was turned on and fingers gently stroked over the steering wheel.
“Let me know if we go too fast.”
"How high have you gotten her up to before?" Leena asks as she slides into the passenger seat and buckles up. There's no fear, or even its lesser cousin, concern. Only curiosity.
There’s a low, devilish chuckle from Dante as the grin widens. “I said that was the top speed on the speedometer.”
Leena almost laughs. "And the question still stands, speed demon."
A seatbelt is pulled on for Dante. There's a little pleased and high-spirited chuckle given, a happy sort of almost shimmy taken in her seat as the car starts and pulls carefully out of the parking lot, Dante obeying all traffic laws and signs as they began their drive.