Thomas Raith (whtctbastard) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-01-16 18:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | isabela, thomas raith |
Who: Thomas Raith and Isabela
What: Lunch and a new business being planned
When: Recently
Where: An Indian restaurant
Rating/Warnings: Medium for talk of sex and orgies with pizza delivery people
Status: Complete when posted
A full course of Indian food - along with some more British staples like Chicken Tikka Masala - sat in front of Isabela and Thomas on a wide table. It all smelled amazing, and Bela rubbed her hands together with glee. “Have you eaten a spread like this before? I can give you some tips about what’s what in all these bowls and such, if you haven’t. But you seem well traveled, sweet thing, so I’m sure you don’t need much help.”
She winked at him and took a long sip off her drink. “I hope you can take the heat, some of these aren’t tame at all. Like us.”
***
Thomas had been tempted to take the seat beside her at the restaurant but in a rare moment for him he’d resisted and sat down opposite her but he couldn’t help but be glad of that because it did give him a very good view of her face and cleavage. And he was willing to bet good money that Isabela wasn’t going to complain about the glances of it he kept taking as the food got set in front of them. Or of the way he’d flirted with the waiter. During their conversations on the Network she’d definitely seemed to get him which was always nice to find in a friend. He smiled at her as he reached to grab a bite from one of the dishes between them. “Not quite like this but I fell in love with Indian food for a while when we were filming in that part of the world my last movie. It’s one of the few places I haven’t been under threat of being banned in actually.” He said with a half grin.
“Haven’t you figured out by now beautiful - the hotter the better as far as I’m concerned. Where’s the fun in things being tame?”
***
"I've never liked things too tame myself, I admit. That's just boring. Better if your entire life is on fire." Isabela said, smirking at Thomas as she reached around to grab heaping portions of her favorite foods with her hands. That was the traditional way to eat things in her culture, and she'd been surprised how often a fork and knife was used for all manner of things in the States.
There'd been plenty enough admiring glances cast at the waiter from both of their directions, and she'd shot a few at some of the female patrons sitting across from them as well. They were both free spirits and Isabela really enjoyed the fact that neither of them stood on any kind of ceremony. "I grew up trying to learn to cook it. You should have seen the way I managed to burn even the simplest things. Even Naan. One time I almost managed to screw up Raita and you don't even have to do anything much to it. I always was better at eating food. It's a wonder I manage to keep up my figure at all."
***
“Well the key to keeping your figure is finding physical activities you enjoy to burn off all those calories,” Thomas told her with a half smile. “I can’t cook to save my life so I do a lot of delivery. Still waiting for that right pizza boy to show up one night. Or for that hot as hell struggling actor to be working at the coffee place. I can testify to the fact that the movies - don’t get that right.” He deliberately steered away from discussing how he’d grown up, with everything that his father had pulled on him lately the less attention paid to that son of a bitch the better in his opinion.
“So Isabela - when not burning Naan...what do you do to keep busy and that fabulous figure?” He had manners at times.
***
Isabela smirked, her eyes flickering with mischievous glee. "Oh I think you know how I keep busy enough to burn all of those calories off. And I have, in fact, found the right pizza boy at least once."
It was better to direct all conversation away from Family. She had her own dark history where that was concerned, and neither of them seemed eager to darken the conversation. She added another helping of butter chicken to her plate, her eyes still twinkling over her memory of that pizza boy. "I think he was a desperate college student. The type that are always on and looking to make it with someone they perceive as older, hotter, and more mature than those girls they're on campus with. How was I going to turn that down? Balls, to be honest I'd have paid him for it, but I didn't want to go turning him into a prostitute without his say so."
***
“So what I’m hearing is that I need to start ordering from the places near campus.” Thomas responded with a grin at her story. “Take my chances with getting a hot pizza boy who wanted to experiment with an older man. Or a pizza girl. And offer them a generous tip so they don’t feel like a prostitute.” He said, reaching for the naan on the table himself and tearing off a piece to pop in his mouth.
“Or maybe if I placed a big enough order, they’d have to send one of each. A pizza boy and a pizza girl.”
***
"Oooooo, now that would be a party..." Isabela trailed off, deciding to take the opportune moment to pop more delicious food into her mouth. All the while, visions of pizza person orgies dancing in her head. By the time she was done chewing, it was written on her face where her thoughts had taken her.
"Thomas, dear friend, if you ever DO decide to order fifteen pizzas so that you can treat yourself to a pizza orgy, I had better be invited."
***
Thomas grinned and winked at her comment. “You’ll be at the very top of the list Isabela. Before I even start ordering the pizzas so that I can make sure to get the right toppings. Because let’s be honest my dear - the orgy will be for our enjoyment primarily no matter who else we invite. And that of our pizza delivery people guest of honors of course.”
***
"Mmm..." Isabela trailed off, imagining how many pizza persons might be required for this sort of thing. They'd have to at least send two, she thought, but that was only one for each of them. "You know, if I chip in, we could order a few more. We are going to have to work up an appetite in order to eat all of that pizza after all. I think we'll need at least five pizza people to accomplish this."
She grabbed a drink to cool off the fire of spices in her mouth, and then added, "You know, it's a shame you can't just place an order for the pizza people themselves. Just call up all 'hello, I'd like five pizza persons, not picky on gender, and then a few extra cheeses with onions and bacon on'."
***
“Maybe six. Just to keep it an even number. And if we really want to get a variety we should order from a few different pizza places. With extra bacon on at least one.” Thomas said, thinking out loud as he reached for his drink, rolling a piece of ice around in his mouth as he thought.
“We could probably start a business to fill that need. Because I’m pretty certain that there’d be more than just you and I calling around here. And even if it was just us patronizing it...what better way to spend our money than fulfilling our desires?” He asked grabbing another piece of bread to pop in his mouth.
***
"You know..." Isabela mused, while grabbing for her own drink, "If we based the service out of somewhere like Nevada, there are ways to keep it all very legal. I've got some experience when it comes to... these sorts of dealings. Not these ones specifically, actually, but things like it."
And if they had a very nice Yacht, like the one she was buying soon to replace her old one, there'd be a place to park their pizza people in international waters. If there was ever a reason to get out of dodge, anyway. She was already cooking up a criminal empire to run off of the thing, why not add a little something extra?
"Would be an interesting business, don't you think? Somewhat scandalous, but..." Her eyes sparkled a bit with mischief, "Neither of us ever cared about a good scandal."
***
“I do know people in Nevada who could help with things on that end. Since I have no intention of ever moving to that state and I’m willing to bet you wouldn’t want to either.” Thomas said with a small smile. “So what do you say Isabela? Want to go into business with me and cause amazing scandals while we’re having our fun?”
***
"Nevada's a wonderful place to visit but I do hate being landlocked," Isabela admitted, with a nod of her head. She much preferred being on some kind of coastline, where there weas easy access to the ocean. Lake Meade didn't count, no matter how salty it was.
Isabela reached out a hand so they could shake on it. "I say... this sounds like a recipe for fun. And possibly disaster. But I never minded causing a disaster with a handsome man."
***
Thomas reached out to shake her hand. “The best kind of fun always includes the possibility of disaster. To our new business gorgeous.” He said with a wink as he let go of her hand.