alternate_girls (alternate_girls) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-01-28 18:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | place: la, ~rhys walker, ~sage collins |
I'm willing to work for your forgiveness
Who: Sage and Rhys
Where: O'Roarke's Pub
When: Friday Evening, January 28
Instead of paying a visit to one of the popular clubs that night, Sage settled on the pub as the place where she'd hopefully enjoy a quiet dinner alone after a day working at her new job. The girl was seated now in a booth taking a sip of her coffee after placing her dinner order of a patty melt and order of fries with her server. The only thought floating through her mind at the moment was going home after she ate and indulge herself in a hot, steamy bubble bath.
Rhys had an early shift in the morning, which was why he wasn't drinking tonight, despite the fact that he was in a pub known for its drinking culture. He was young, however, and it was expected of him to be at O'Roarke's, which was why he was there tonight to order himself a decent meal. He decided, before he entered the pub, that he wanted a parmigiana, and he sauntered in like he owned the place, asking the young waitress to seat him at a table... spotting Sage, he hesitated, and walked over to her instead. "Well, well. Long time, no see..."
Sage glanced up at the sound of the voice, and when she saw who had interrupted her thoughts she regarded the man a moment. "Very perceptive of you." The girl wishing now she had something like the morning newspaper or a magazine to divert her attention back to, and away from the man standing by her booth.
"Indeed," he replied, a little perplexed as to why she was giving him the cold shoulder. They'd... gotten along to begin with, as far as he recalled. "Is there any reason that you're trying to ignore me? Do I smell or something?" He pretended to take a whiff of his under arm's and waved the waitress off, before sitting opposite Sage.
"I don't recall an offer to sit being extended." Sage said with a bit of sharpness to her voice when Rhys took it upon himself to join Sage in the booth. "Me ignore you when I'm the forgotten about one. Let me guess. You washed your hands and the ink ran all together making my number unreadable." Doubtful as it was becoming quite clear to Sage that she had read the guy wrong.
He blinked at her for a moment and ducked his head. … Oh, right. Oops. "No, I didn't forget. I just... well, I have no excuse for not calling you, do I?" He was frankly used to girls only wanting him for one thing, really, so her anger was a little... unusual for him to witness. "I'm a dick and I'm sorry for that."
"And you think you should be easily forgiven for your lapse in memory." That he had actually apologized, and was not trying to give her some lame excuse as to why he didn't call after working so hard the night they met to get her number had some of her anger deflating.
"I'm willing to work for your forgiveness," he replied, giving her a small, charming hard-to-resist smile. "Does that sound do-able?"
She didn't know why she was even considering it as Sage had never been one to give second chances, but just like the night they met there was something about the guy that had the young woman breaking her own rules where men were concerned. "My forgiveness doesn't come easy."
"No, I don't expect that it would." He set his hands down on the table and joined them together, watching her curiously. "How about we start again?" He moved to stand beside her. "Hi, I'm Rhys. I see that you're sitting alone. Would you like some company?"
"It's a start." Sage said with a faint smile. "And if you'll be footing the bill I would indeed like some company."
"A gentleman always pays," he replied, sitting down opposite her again with a smile. He waved over the waitress to order a drink and a meal and continued the conversation when she was on her way. "How was your day?"