Luke Lawliet (thousandcases) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2009-06-30 15:27:00 |
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Current music: | Leonard Cohen- "Hallelujah" |
I Did My Best, It Wasn't Much. I Couldn't Feel, So I Tried To Touch
WHO: L Lawliet and Inara (open to Marv?)
WHAT: L pays a beautiful woman to eat dinner with him and talk to him like he's not a basket case.
WHERE: A swanky Italian restaurant
WHEN: June 30, 8:00 P.M.
RATING: PG for now
STATUS: Active
The waiter stared skeptically at the young man who had scarcely managed to get seated by the hostess in the upscale Italian restaurant. The reservation had checked out, but he didn't belong here. Anyone could see that. Even now, the youth was crouched, barefoot, perching in his chair like something between an owl and a stork. He had wide, staring eyes that never quite managed to make clear contact with the waiter's, and he was dressed in a long-sleeved white t-shirt and old jeans that looked one wash away from falling apart. His hair was black and disheveled, and he had long, thin fingers that were currently arranging and rearranging the silverware in front of him. He gripped the ornate cutlery with his thumbs and forefingers, making him appear delicately clumsy and unreasonably naive.
"Are you waiting for someone?" the waiter inquired, peering at L over his spectacles.
L nodded, intent on the silverware. As if he'd reached a revelation, he moved the salad fork on the other side of the soup spoon.
"Would you like it if the host seated your friend? The one who came in with you?" the waiter tried again to get some kind of response out of L, glancing toward the door where Marv had been instructed to stand.
"No. If there's danger, he will reach me in time." L would not be using his fish fork. Or his steak knife. He stuck them in the soil of a potted plant nearby. The waiter gaped. L raised his eyebrows. "Can you leave me alone until my company arrives, please?"