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Tweak says, "I see voices."

Rionetta Mazzocchi (on_the_sand) wrote in lineof_fire_rpg,
@ 2008-02-25 08:59:00

Rio and Troy, part 1
Who: Rio and Troy
What: A bitchfit from Rio
Where: The Boston Harbor Hotel restaurant/Troy's apartment
When: Midweek
Rating: NC-17
Open? Negatory, log.

	Rio: She'd come into the restaurant alone, waiting for some supposed contact of the Marino family to come and meet her and give her some dirt on the family she'd been attempting to contact in vain. They were far too protected and secretive for Rio to just pop in and say "HI BLOOD FAMILY!", so she'd slowed her efforts, trying to get herself on the Marino radar more than actually showing up with a bomb to drop. She figured it'd be easier that way. Until the contact never showed, and Rio was left sitting at a table for two, alone, sipping red wine. Finally, since she was already there, she decided to order. Everything on the menu showed promise, but she decided to keep it more simple, ordering the seared salmon with a mango chutney. It came out after about a half an hour and Rio dug in. When she took her first bite and came up with a bone in her teeth, she was livid. She was already in a bad mood, having been stood up. And she was never really in any mood to not have items she'd ordered from a restaurant come out perfect, especially when she was paying $30 for that salmon steak. She waved the waiter over, who immediately apologized, but gave her some song and dance about how it happens, and that it wasn't anything that couldn't be fixed with a complimentary glass of wine. Rio scowled at him, then let her eyes roam over the restaurant until she spotted the door to the kitchen. She gave the waiter a plastic smile and agreed to the glass of wine, and when he'd moved away from her table, she picked up her plate, set her napkin on the table, and walked strait into the kitchen. The doors swung shut behind her, and she could hear some boisterous laughter that lead her to the hot line and the crew of men standing around behind it. One let out a low whistle at the brunette standing in front of them in clothing that probably cost more than most people's first car, and elbowed the man standing next to him. He looked up at Rio, giving her a smirk. She sent the plate across the counter in front of her, the piece of bone resting on the lip of the plate. "So, do you have a bunch of fucking monkeys working back here that can't even manage to bone a fish correctly?" She heard a whisper of 'I can bone something' from one of the members of the line, and her eyes narrowed. "Funny." She looked back at the taller man who'd been elbowed, and addressed him specifically. "Any answers?"
	Troy: It had been just another usual day in the hotel kitchen. His staff all acting like immature fifteen-year-olds, which was fun for a little bit, but eventually it got annoying. Troy was in a playful mood today, though, so he let it roll off his shoulders. Which, he noticed, his staff seemed to take advantage of, because once the first thing was snickered at by him, they kept going. He had been working at the Boston Harbor Hotel for quite some time now, and he noticed that the staff in the kitchen seemed to look up to him and idolize him. He was, after all, a fantastic chef. The best in the city, no doubt. His day had gone by fairly uneventful, he had made some food, served some plates, schmoozed with some guests. He didnt' do much schmoozing today, though, and he stuck mostly to the kitchen. He was supposed to have left half an hour ago, when he got an order for salmon steak. Deciding to stick around and make the final dish of the day, he sent it out and started to get ready to go. He stuck around for a few more minutes, saying goodbye to his colleagues, when he heard the door to the kitchen open. He ignored it, figuring it was just one of the servers come to bitch about something or other. When he heard a female voice he had never heard before, and one of his staff members elbowed him, he turned around. Troy let his eyes run over the woman in front of him. Other than the fact that she seemed to be seething about something, she was hot. And, if he was honest, the fact that she was seething was even hotter. He clicked his tongue against his teeth when she addressed him, and he smirked. She was bitching that she bit down on a bone of a fish. It happened with fish, it was part of the risk in eating fish. "Nope. No answers," he shook his head, crossing his arms across his chest, smirking at her. He couldn't help it, he laughed. "You're seriously complaining that there was a bone in your fish?" he asked, raising a brow as he continued snickering.
	Rio: His reaction, or lack there of, took her by surprise, and pissed her off even more. He was obviously the head chef, and he was receiving a complaint on the food he was supposed to be in charge of, and it didn't seem to even phase him. It was like he was making it her fault, that she was the one overreacting. Her eyes flared, and she glared at him, matching his stance by crossing her arms over her own chest. "That's a liability, you know. What if I swallowed that, and it got lodged in my throat? That could be a serious injury!" Her voice was beyond serious. Rio was not only mad, she was indignant. The snickers that came from the line cooks infuriated her further, and she threw her arms up, her jaw gaping. "Are you fucking serious? Are you laughing at me?" Her hands came down on the counter, a loud bang sounding through the kitchen. "I'm a fucking customer. I pay your salary." Another round of snickers started, and a few full out laughs. Rio scoffed, then her eyes looked at Troy, her expression incredulous. "You're just going to allow this behavior? No wonder the word on this place is going down the toilet." She had moved to insulting the man, and had no qualms about it. Sure, the 'word' was that her mother had eaten there and disliked the garnish used on her appetizer, but it was still word. She continued to glower at the man, trying to ignore the parts of her brain that were noticing that he was attractive. His eyes, while he wasn't trying to be at all intense with her, were drilling into her, and she was having issue paying attention to what she was angry about. "You need to fix this." She nodded emphatically, trying to keep her brain on task.
	Troy: He listened as she complained some more, and then resorted to insulting him and his work. Nodding, he placed his hands on the counter to match her stance. "I apologize that my staff is laughing at your ridiculous complaint, ma'am," he said, putting emphasis on the word 'ma'am'. He licked his lips briefly, his eyes staring at her as she got more angry. He couldn't help but notice how hot she got when she was angry. Her eyes flashed and bore into his, and he let out a breath, keeping himself calm so he didn't jump over the counter and piss her off even further. "But, at this point, there's nothing I can do. Would you like me to cut your fish for you, and remove any remaining bones? And then, perhaps, feed it to you as well?" he mocked her, his smirk growing. He knew he wouldn't get in trouble, because if they had a problem with how he dealt with the customers, he could always go elsewhere. He got tons of job offers every week. Troy's eyes flashed as she told him he needed to fix it, and he returned his arms across his chest, before shaking his head. "No," he said calmly. "I won't fix it. You can take your happy ass back out to your table, and form a complaint the right way," he said, raising a brow at her. He licked his lips, watching her, unable to stop himself from checking her out. She was gorgeous, there was no doubt about that. And she was a firecracker, he liked that, too. His eyes discreetly scanned her body quickly before returning to hers, his smirk growing a little bit.
	Rio: She took notice of him checking her out, and was tempted to call on it, but she liked the attention, she wouldn't deny that. Plus, having a successful chef in one of the best restaurants in Boston checking her out was a bit of an ego boost. But it didn't change the fact that she was pissed off about the situation, and him patronizing her wasn't helping. She rolled her eyes, then stepped back from the counter, folding her arms over her chest again. "No, thank you," she quipped, giving him an angry smirk. "I'm not a child. I'm not asking you to go out of your way to take care of this. You need to make sure the underlying problem is taken care of." When he told her to go back to her seat, she became defiant. "You don't tell me what to do." She leaned over and poked him hard in his shoulder, blatantly being a brat. Rio always had problems with anyone telling her what to do. She saw his eyes scan her body, and she felt herself blush before she could stop it. She bit her lower lip without thinking, then collected herself again. "I'll do what I want, when I want. If I want to be in here, telling you what kind of shit job you did on my dinner, so be it. I will not be told to go 'sit my happy ass down'." Her voice had lowered, Rio finding it hard to be angry at the man standing in front of her. She poked his shoulder again, then pulled back, eyeing him for a moment before she leaned into the counter again, holding herself up with her hands splayed on the counter. "Now, I'll ask you again. What are you going to do to fix this?"
	Troy: He watched her as she didn't back down, and he almost admired it. Of course, that admiration could possibly be coming from below the belt, if he was honest, but he couldn't help but smirk. And then she reached over and poked him on the shoulder. Raising a brow, he couldn't help but laugh as he raised his hand to the area she poked to rub over it. "Ouch. That was rude," he said, his thumb tracing over the area on his shoulder that she had poked, soothing the pain away. He listened as she talked about doing what she wanted, when she wanted. "Oh, well, what a coincidence. So do I. And right now, I don't want to be sitting here, listening to you telling me that I did a shit job on your dinner," he said, crossing his arms across his chest again. He snickered as she poked his shoulder again, raising a brow. "What the fuck," he said, his hand moving up to soothe over his shoulder again. He could tell that she wasn't going to be backing down, and he wasn't usually one to back down, either. And he wasn't really looking forward to standing here for the next three hours, staring each other down until one of them backed down, so he figured he'd just throw in the towel now. "Marcus," he said, his eyes still locked on the woman's. "Would you get this lovely young woman another salmon steak?" he asked, his smirk still evident. He heard his staff member shuffle off, and knew his request was being filled. "There, happy now?" he asked, pushing himself off the counter and moving to grab his jacket off the hook on the wall.
	Rio: Rio scowled at him as he twisted what she'd said to suit his needs, rolling her eyes again. "It's your job, so deal with it. You're the one who decided to go into the service industry. Now service me." She immediately blushed at what she'd said, clearing her throat in hopes that he'd let it pass. He seemed to be listening to her a little too closely, so she knew he was bound to have caught it. When he told one of his crew to make her another steak, she gave a victorious smile. "There, that wasn't so hard, was it?" She leaned back from the counter, steepling her fingers. "I'll be sure to give my waiter a full review on how this one comes out." Rio smirked at Troy as he circled the kitchen to take his coat, and she nodded to him. "Thank you." It was a pretty hollow statement, as her eyes were distracted by looking over his shoulders as he reached for his coat. She cleared her throat yet again, shaking her hair back out of her face. She looked him over once more, then headed out of the kitchen, making quick work of getting back to her seat.
	Troy: Smirking to himself at her statement, he turned back to look at her, his hands on his hips. Instead of making a comment, he shook his head, deciding that, just this once, it might be helpful to keep his mouth shut. Grabbing his coat, he took off his chef's uniform and put it on the now empty hook, and he made his way out the back door of the kitchen. Once he reached his car, he scratched the side of his face. Instead of unlocking the doors, he shoved his keys back into his pocket and walked back to the restaurant, going in the front door this time. He made his way inside and smiled at the hostess before heading into the dining room and spotting her. He smirked. Making his way over to her table, he pulled the seat across from her out and took a seat. The waiter came over, surprised to see him sitting there, and Troy ordered himself a glass of wine. Finally turning his attention to Rio, he slipped off his jacket, now no longer wearing the white uniform and his just plain jeans & t-shirt were on underneath. He expected she would start speaking any minute, so he held up a finger. "Shh. Not until I have my wine, so I can effectively drown you out," he said, nodding.
	Rio: She sipped her wine, sitting back in her chair with her napkin draped over her lap. Rio felt a small success in making the rude chef in the kitchen remake her food. She was watching the staff mill around the dining room when the rude chef suddenly sat down at her table. She opened her mouth to protest, but he immediately cut her off. Rio scowled at him, setting her wine on the table and leaning into the table to look at him more closely, a kind of inspection. "Are you completely retarded? Or just completely devoid of the ability to pick up a simple social cue?" She admired his balls, that was for damned sure. When he completely ignored her, Rio felt a fury coming over her. She wasn't used to being ignored. And she didn't much like it. "Answer me, god dammit." The waiter showed up with his wine, and she motioned toward the glass. "Drink your damned wine, then answer me," she hissed, trying to keep her voice down. Sure, Rio liked attention, but she didn't like to cause a scene. She inspected him again, her eyes now pausing on areas where his t-shirt was tighter across his chest, the details of his hands, the veins running up his arms, the older burn scars that marred his skin. She licked her lips and looked away, sighing lightly before she picked up her wine and took a long sip, sitting back in her chair in a kind of annoyed fit.
	Troy: If he said he wasn't enjoying watching her get angrier and angrier, then he'd definitely be lying. Troy could be an asshole, and he knew this much. He was told so often by Faith, Antoinette, and Lisa. But, that was also part of his charm. Once he had his wine, he motioned to the waiter to leave the bottle. "Thanks, Nathan," he smiled at the man before finally turning back to the woman in front of him. "I'm sorry, I was completely ignoring you. I haven't the slightest clue what you were babbling on about," he said, lifting his glass of wine to his lips and taking a sip. Before she could repeat herself, he held his hand up. "It doesn't matter what you were going to say, anyway. I'm only here to make sure you enjoy the remade food," he informed her, shrugging. "That's all," he added, lifting the wine to his lips agan, taking another sip. If he was honest with himself, he was there because she was a firecracker, and he was hoping he'd take her home and have some hot angry sex. She looked like the type that would be good in bed. Or at least, he hoped so. He'd had that thought about women before, and then once he got them back to his place, or gone to their place, they were absolutely clueless. Which sucked. Though, he really didn't think it the case with her. Setting down his glass, he held his hand out to her. "Name's Troy, by the way," he introduced himself, giving her one of his self-assured smirks. "Troy Carver."
	Rio: Rio made a noise that could probably only have been heard by dogs when he informed her he hadn't heard a word she said. "Un-fucking-believable!!" She slammed a hand down on the table, sending the flatware jumping and rattling. She couldn't believe the gaul of the man sitting in front of her, and while it was making her mad, it was doing something else to her. Sure, she wanted to slap him, but she also wanted to lick every inch of his body. She cleared her throat, and shook her head, trying to ignore him like he was ignoring her. When he stuck out his hand, she grimaced at him and rolled her eyes. When his hand still hovered, she took it, shaking it limply before dropping it like his hand was diseased. Touching him sent a shiver up her spine, but she pretended to ignore it. "Rio." The grin on his face made her want to slap him increase ten-fold, and she eyed him, trying her best to keep her attention on being mad. He had a definite charm that she couldn't ignore, but he was also a dick. And she didn't want to break the ice-fest first. She did have years of practice at it, anyway. He continued to stare her down, and she rotated in her seat, folding her arms over her chest and watching the room, glancing back at him every so often. The waiter arrived with her plate, and she was forced to turn back to his smirking face. She picked up her fork and knife, cutting into the salmon steak and taking a tentative bite. When it was bone free, she swallowed, smirking at him. "It's fine. Though, I'm sure it's been covered in saliva. Or worse." She placed her fork and knife on the edge of the plate, and eyed him. "You saw. It's good. You done now?"
	Troy: He noticed that she wasn't looking anywhere near at him, and he couldn't help but smirk a little bit at the idea. His eyes stayed on her, watching her trying not to look at him, and when her food finally came out, he watched as she took her first bite. Raising a brow as she mentioned that it was probably covered in saliva or worse, he shook his head. "Oh, please. My men know better than to do that. They'd have to answer to me, and though I may not seem incredibly intimidating, every man in that kitchen is terrified of me deep down," he said, pointing in the direction of the kitchen. Nodding when she said it was good, he smiled. He probably should have left then, now that he knew her food was fine and that she was happy. Or, as happy as a woman like her could be. But, he didn't want to go. Shaking his head, he smirked, "Nope, nowhere near done. I have an entire bottle of wine here to drink," he said, picking up the bottle and pouring som more of it into his glass. He watched her as she ate, smirking. After a few moments of silence, he finally spoke. "So, Rio," he said her name with a bit of an edge to it, and smirked. "What is it about you that's made you one hell of a firecracker?" he asked, raising as he smirked at her, unable to ehlp himself. She was hot, she was snippy ... she was perfect. "I'd be lying if I said it didn't turn me on a little bit," he smirked, lifting the glass of wine to his lips, taking a nice long swig, unsure what made the words come out of his mouth, but not regretting them. The worst that could happen would be that she'd slap him or something.
	Rio: When Troy assured her that her food was free of human fluids, she picked up her knife and fork again, continuing to eat, despite the fact that he was watching her like a hawk. She was hungry, and she'd be damned if he was going to completely ruin her dinner. She reached for her wine and took another sip, smirking at his assessment that he had his entire staff terrified of him. "Oh, I'm sure. You're very scary." She smirked at him, her hackles settling. She may have been irritated with him, but the idea of eating alone never appealed to her, and even though she was thoroughly irritated with him, he was company. She went back to her food, lifting her eyes and smirking again when he said her name. She swallowed a bite of fish and turned her attention to him. She gave him a slightly evil look at his observation that she was a firecracker, then blushed violently when he said it turned him on. She had to admit that the way he treated her, not immediately folding to her every demand, struck something in her. The fact that he was nice to look at didn't help. She cleared her throat and set her knife and fork down again, leaning her elbows into the table and resting her chin on her fingers as she folded them together. "Well, Troy," she echoed how he'd said her name, "I am who I am. If that's a 'firecracker', then it's a 'firecracker'. And I'm glad you're all happy in the pants over talking to me, but I can tell you now, that's never going to happen." It was a complete lie, but she wasn't going to give into his charm that easily. Something about him gave her pause, not that she'd ever let on.
	Troy: His smirk grew as she retorted with more snark. Women like her infuriated him, and he still couldn't figure out why he was still sitting here. But he was invested in annoying her now, he had to see it through. "Hey, I never said I wanted anything to happen. Please, I'm not that desperate," he said, shaking his head. "I was just making a general statement, paying a compliment if you will. It's not my fault that you're being a frigid bitch," he said, shrugging his shoulders. He raised the glass of wine to his lips again, unable to hide the smirk as he anticipated her reaction to his words. He wasn't sure what was making them come out of his mouth, maybe it was the fact that she looked even hotter when she was angry. He didn't know. What he did know was that he was enjoying himself. The waiter came back to check on her meal, and Troy couldn't help but smirk. Because she had complained about it, the waiter would be back every few minutes to annoy her ceaselessly. Those were Troy's own rules. If someone complained about food, he'd take care of it. But then he'd make the patron so annoyed with the waiter's constant check-ins that they'd never complain about food again. Or at least, he hoped they wouldn't. He hated having to throw away perfectly good food because some whiney patron didn't like the way their salmon was cooked or something. He loved food too much to waste it.
	Rio: Rio's hackles were back at full attention when he called her a frigid bitch. Her eyes flared, and she sat back in her chair, once again flabbergasted. She was so used to people not acting toward her with anything other than complete submission, and it was infuriating her to no end that this servant didn't seem to understand that she was not someone who could be spoken to that way. Her hands rested in her lap, her fingers tensing against her thighs. Her brows knit, and she glowered at him silently for a moment. Rio sat forward again, cocking her head to the side. "Do you use this smooth talk on all the ladies, or am I just special?" She rolled her eyes in disgust. Her voice dropped a few levels in volume, and she leaned in further. "Fuck you. I'm far from frigid, when someone actually holds my attention past being like an annoying gnat flying by my ear." It was true, but hard to tell at the moment, that Rio could be very sweet, and could flirt mercilessly. While she was having the urge to do the latter, she would never give him the satisfaction. The waiter came over to check on Rio once more in the span of five minutes, and she didn't even look at him, her eyes locked on Troy. "Leave me alone, or you don't get a tip." She waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. Rio addressed Troy again, smirking. "Your doing, I assume? Get him to bother me enough that I'm irritated with the service and discontinue my bitching? Ahh, nice try." She actually smiled, entertained by him in the weirdest way. She sipped the last of her wine, then began eating her salmon again, finishing most of it before she called it enough. "Are you going to finish the rest of that wine here at the table, or are you going to head to the bar? Since I'll be leaving soon, I just wanted to check." She wasn't really ready to leave yet, but she sure as hell wasn't going to be left at the table if he decided he'd had enough. She was damned well going to leave first.
	Troy: Raising a brow as she got pissy with him for calling her a frigid bitch, Troy's mouth curved into another smirk. She really was a firecracker, and he liked it. He liked it a lot. He was having images in his head of shutting her the fuck up by slamming her against the wall and having his way with her. He was a guy, what else was expected from him? Shaking his head, he let his smirk grow. "No, you're just special," he assured her, his headshake turning into a nod. "But I'm sure you knew that. You seem like you're very aware of how special you are. Or, of how special you seem to think you are," he added. Her insults weren't phasing him in the least, and he shrugged, pouring himself another glass of wine. "I've been called worse, and I'm sure I'll be called worse again," he said. He snickered as she took care of the waiter situation. Troy glanced up at the waiter and gave him a little nod, signaling that it was okay for him to leave her alone. He rose a brow as she figured out his motive behind the server. "Hey, can't blame a guy for trying, right? It usually works. Nobody usually figures out what the server's doing and threatens with a lack of a tip. So kudos to you," he rose his glass to her and then took a long sip, setting the glass on the table. As she asked him where he was going when she was done eating, he leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table, shrugging. "I was planning on just taking the bottle of wine home with me. Either finishing it there, or saving the rest of it for later," he said, his fingers playing with the napkin. "Why? Did you want to join me?" he asked, his smirk growing a little. He couldn't help it. She was hot, she was feisty, she was exactly how he liked his women.
	Rio: "Of course you've been called worse. You seem to have a bit of a surprised tone when you say that. Really, you shouldn't." Rio raised a brow at him, then reached across the table, grabbing the bottle of wine by the neck and pouring herself a glass. She smirked at him as she set it back on the table, taking her glass in her hand and taking a long sniff of the wine. "Hmm. Not bad, but the Siena is better." Rio sat back in her chair again, holding the glass of wine while she eyed him. She scoffed as he asked if she wanted to join him, knowing full well that it was far from an invitation. If she accepted, he'd shoot her down to try to piss her off yet again. If she said no, he'd cut her off with something along the lines of how it wasn't an invitation to begin with and that she had a high opinion of herself. Instead, she remained silent for the moment, crossing her knees, the slit on the side of her skirt exposing some of her thigh. Rio watched him carefully, sipping the wine, matching him drink for drink. "So, Troy. Troy." A smirk curled her lips, and she studied him. "What made you decide to go into food?" She was actually interested, but her tone of voice made her seem like she looked down on his chosen career path. She wasn't about to let on that she now wanted to talk to him.
	Troy: He watched as she took his wine and poured herself a glass, licking his lips. He rose a brow as she criticized his choice in wine, and then just shrugged. "Hey, I have my own taste, and you apparently have yours as well," she said, lifting his glass to his lips and taking a long sip before setting the glass back down on the table and crossing his arms across his broad chest. His t-shirt wasn't exactly small, but when he sat like that it showed off the muscles of his arms. And he knew it. He couldn't help it when his eyes flashed down to the exposed skin of her thigh as she crossed her legs. He was a man, after all. And she was a woman. A very, very hot woman at that, and he couldn't help but look at her. He would be lying if he said he didn't want her, but he wasn't about to make a move. Not yet, anyway. Raising a brow as she spoke to him, asking him a question, he let a small smirk cross his lips. "Well, Rio," he countered, saying her name in the same tone as she said his, "I got into food because it's my passion," he stated simply. He cleared his throat and uncrossed his arms, one of his hands reaching up to run over his head, through his hair, before he re-crossed them and continued. "I've always loved cooking, since before I can remember, and I'm good at it. So, naturally, I figured it was the perfect career path for me. Loving what I do, and being good at it, can only get me into some of the biggest and most prestigious restaurants around," he said. He wasn't going to brag to her about the multiple offers he'd had to leave the hotel and work in some big name restaurants in big cities across the globe. He didn't feel that was something she'd really care about, and he really had no intention of leaving the hotel. Unless it was to start his own restaurant. He cleared his throat again, glancing down at the glass of wine. "My dream is to open up my own restaurant," he confessed. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he wasn't sure why he had said them. He wasn't planning on going in depth with her. But they were said, so he couldn't really take them back.
	Rio: She was almost jealous at the look that came over Troy as he spoke about his passion for food. She'd never really felt that way about anything, other than spending money. Sure, she'd take a purchasing job anywhere, any place that would allow her to spend their money for them was basically her perfect job. And she was damned good at it, getting the best deals where ever she went. But no one seemed to want to hire someone who's experience was 'credit card holder'. Rio swirled the wine in her glass, readjusting in her seat as her eyes roamed over Troy's arms. She cleared her throat and took a long sip of the wine, trying to fend off the growing urge to flirt continuously with Troy. "Interesting." Her toe tapped the air slowly, and she nodded. "So you're Big Swinging Dick of the Boston food scene, huh?" She could tell he was more than a little enamored of his own talent, and felt like commenting on the fact that she could see it. She smirked at him widely, her eyes firing a bit with something other than annoyance and venomous thoughts, as had been happening before. "What's your idea on opening your own place? What's your hook, to bring in all the customers? Boneless fish?" She raised a brow, snickering slightly.
	Troy: Her eyes roaming over his arms didn't pass his attention, and he snickered. He didn't bring it up, though, and he just crossed his arms across his chest, his eyes locked on her for the moment. His smirk grew when she called him the Big Swinging Dick, and he nodded. "Yeah, you have no idea," he said, his eyebrow raising slightly. Sure, she could have an idea if she wanted to. She could pass up the whole having an idea, and know it for a fact. He was incredibly intrigued by her, and he couldn't help it. There was just something about her, he couldn't figure out what it was. He knew it had something to do with her firey personality. That was hot as hell, and it was turning him on to no end. Licking his lips at her comment, he snickered. "I have some ideas. But nothing that I'd bore you with right now, because I know that was a statement that was made to mock," he said, tilting his head to the side. He hadn't really thought much about opening his own restaurant, because he wasn't sure it would ever happen. It was his dream, though, and if it became a possibility, he'd definitely sit down and come up with some ideas. Some hooks and things of that nature. Right now it was just something on the back burner, to be thought of when the option was there. "What about you, Rio? Do you have any dreams?" he asked, raising a brow as he brought the glass of wine to his lips.
	Rio: She raised a brow at the comment that she had no idea, and bit back the response that it so seriously deserved. Instead, she smiled at him, rolling her eyes a little and sipping on her wine again. "I'm sure." It still came across as far too knowing, but she let it slide. She was having a hard time remembering why she had found him so infuriating, since he was now quite intriguing to her. "My dreams?" Rio paused, actually thinking over the question for a moment. "Well, I'm not sure. They're not that defined, really. I've got some things to take care of right now that are pretty pressing," she paused again, careful to sidestep the whole 'I'm A Marino' thing, since that name didn't really carry much more than hatred for many people outside of certain invisible boundaries, "but once I get that taken care of, I'm not sure what I want to do. Maybe find a job. Who knows." She shrugged, realizing that she sounded as spoiled as he thought she was. "Okay, that sounded bad." She shrugged off the backpeddle, deciding that she didn't care what Troy decided about her. She could tell by the look in his eyes that no matter how spoiled she was, she had his attention. And she planned on keeping it. She leaned forward, pressing her elbows in to perk her cleavage that little bit more. "It's not like you don't already think I'm a 'frigid bitch', so it doesn't much matter what I say, right?" She lifted her brows, and smiled at him.
	Troy: He nodded when she smiled and rolled her eyes, reaching behind him to rest his hands behind his head. He listened as she talked about her dreams and he nodded. "Yeah, well, taking care of pressing issues is a start," he shrugged, grabbing his glass of wine and lifting it to his lips, taking a long sip and finishing off that glass. He'd have to cut himself off, since that was his third glass. He wasn't a lightweight when it came to alcohol in any way, shape, or form, but he did want to be able to drive home without worrying about being pulled over. Glancing at the bottle, he shrugged. What the hell, one more glass. He poured himself another glass and then sat back, lifting the glass to his lips and taking a long sip, killing half the glass already when he sat it back on the table. He snickered when she tried backpeddling, and then giving up. His brow raised as she leaned forward, his eyes subconsciously moving to inspect her cleavage. He was a man. She had tits. She was practically rubbing those tits in his face. He couldn't help but look. His eyes returned to her face and he smirked. "Exactly," he said in response to her statement, leaning forward on the table himself, resting his elbows on the tabletop. "What you're saying doesn't really mean shit to me," he said, his eyes gleaming with a hint of playfulness. The more he talked to her, the more she revealed about her personality, the more he wanted her. It was bad, really. He wanted her so bad.
	Rio: "Wow, you really know the way into a girls heart, Troy. I mean, how can I not be flattered when you say that nothing I'm saying means shit to you?" She smirked at him, pressing her fingers to her chest in mock offense. "I think my clothes are just going to fall off, with that kind of blatant flirting." Rio shook her head, and finished her glass of wine, her face flushing red with heat from both the wine and the man she was talking to. She eyed the bottle of wine, seeing that it was tapped. Rio looked to Troy, and raised a brow. "Looks like your wine is gone. Guess this ends this evenings entertainment?" She waved the waiter over that was hovering in the corner, miming a motion of writing on her palm. He turned and went to a service station, printing her check and bringing it in a check cover. He placed it on the table, then fled like he was being threatened with napalm. Rio opened the check cover and reached into her bag, pulling out her credit card and placing it on top of the bill. She closed the cover, and the waiter hurried over, taking it from her. Rio looked back to Troy, smiling for a moment. The waiter came back with the charged bill, and Rio signed it, adding in a generous tip. She also scribbled her phone number on the bottom, then handed the cover over to Troy. "You can take care of that, yeah?" She smiled at him, then stood from the table, pushing in her chair behind her. "This was fun. Maybe we should do it again sometime." She circled the table, leaning in and smiling close to Troy's face, laying a hand on his shoulder. She squeezed, then turned away, heading toward the front door.
	Troy: He smirked at her statement, shrugging. "Hey, I just tell it like it is," he said, lifting the glass to his lips and finishing the rest of the wine in a gulp or two. Setting the empty glass back down on the table, he watched as she waved the waiter over, his amused smirk never really leaving his lips. When the waiter came over, Troy gave him a smile, watching the whole scene of her paying her bill and adding a tip and signing the restaurant's copy unfold in front of him. Taking the piece of paper she offered to him, he glanced down at it. Glancing up at her as she stood and leaned in close to him. He could smell her scent and it was just adding to the thoughts whirring around inside his head. When she turned and walked away, he let out a breath he didn't even know he had been holding, glancing back at the piece of paper in his hands and smirking to himself. He got up and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, dialing the number right away. He pulled on his jacket and nodded at the waiter as he made his way toward the door to exit to his car. When he heard the phone click and her voice answer, he smirked. "How soon were you thinking sometime should be?" he asked, leaning against the wall next to the door outside the restaurant.
	Rio: She headed out the front door, walking quickly through the parking lot toward her car. Her cell phone chirped in her bag, and she stopped to answer it, rummaging through her small bag. She answered it, and a smirk formed on her lips. The voice was familiar, from moments before. "Missing me already, Big Swinging Dick?" She turned and looked back toward the restaurant, smiling at the sight of Troy leaning against the wall outside the front door. She closed her phone, heading back toward him with long strides, stopping only when she was basically inches from him. "Did I leave that much of an impression on you?" She tilted her head to the side, her eyes moving from his eyes to his mouth. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, stifling an urge to take what she wanted, like she always did. Instead, she watched him, smiling at him calmly. "I do have pressing matters, Troy." Her eyes moved back to his, watching him to see how far she could push him.
	Troy: He smirked as she called him Big Swinging Dick. "Hey, that's me. BSD for short," he said, his smirk growing as she turned and shut her phone, walking towards him. He flipped his shut as well, slipping it into his pocket as she approached, raising a brow when he noticed how close she got to him. He tilted his head to the side at her question and smiled. "I can't help it. I have a thing for fiery women," he confessed, his eyes trailed down her body briefly before returning to hers. He licked his lips as she smiled at him and told him that she had pressing matters. "Doesn't everyone?" he asked rhetorically, his hands itching to reach out and touch her. His eyes held her gaze for a few moments longer, both of them silent, before he smirked. "But if your pressing matters were really all that pressing, I don't think you would have hung up the phone and came back up here. You probably would have gone to attend to those matters instead of coming up here to stand this close to me," he said, leaning his head in a little bit. He could smell the scent of her again, and it wasn't helping him.
	Rio: She watched him as he leaned into her, closing the gap between them that little bit more. Rio pressed her tongue between her teeth, smiling up at him. He had something about him that she was finding completely irresistible, and her proximity to him at that moment wasn't helping. She could smell a faint hint of cologne through the scent of the kitchen that covered him, and she didn't shy away from taking a breath in to try and place the scent. Her eyes closed for a second, and she opened them again. "My pressing matters can wait, I suppose. They've waited this long, right?" He had no idea what she was referring to, but she knew he didn't give the slightest bit of a fuck. Nor did she, at that moment. Rio moved into him by inches, keeping her hands relaxed at her sides and her eyes locked on his, only moving from his gaze to allow her eyes to flit to his lips. "But I do have to have a reason good enough to not take care of my matters, Troy." Her voice was low, quiet, Rio letting her voice drop even further when she said his name.
	Troy: He licked her lips as she moved closer to him, talking about her matters, and how they could wait. Shrugging as she stated they've waited long enough, he smirked. "I don't know. And I honestly don't really care," he said, shaking his head. He watched as her eyes moved from his eyes down to his lips and back again. His eyes did the same, fixated on her lips and watching them move as she spoke about needing to have a good enough reason to ignore her pressing matters. He returned his gaze to her face and smirked. "Oh, is that so?" he asked, his brow rose a bit on his forehead as he questioned her. Taking that last step forward, he closed the distance between them and leaned down, pressing his lips against hers. Once his lips touched hers, he was unable to stop himself from letting the kiss deepen. His hands itched even more to touch her, and he did so, moving both of his hands to hold onto the sides of her waist, sliding his tongue across her bottom lip. Just as he could tell that she was starting to get into the kiss and kiss him back, he pulled away, opening his eyes and smirking at her, his brow returning to its risen state. "How's that for a reason?" he asked.
	Rio: Rio took in a sharp breath as his lips touched hers, and she moved her hands to grab at his arms as his hands closed on her waist. Her hands started to slide up his forearms to loop around his shoulders, deepening the kiss as he did so. When he pulled away, her eyes flared, and she glared at him, seemingly the only expression that was consistent for the afternoon. She had an urge to assault him by shoving a knee into his groin, but instead she slid her hands to his jaw, pulling his face to hers. She kissed him, moaning quietly against his lips as her tongue tangled against his. The kiss went on for a few moments, then she pulled away, her eyes locking on his once more. "Upon second inspection, I think it's reason enough." She smirked deviously at him, pushing her hips forward into his as she closed her mouth on his again. Her hands slid across his shoulders, then braced against his chest, pushing him away as she broke the kiss yet again. It took a moment for realization to dawn on her that she was currently making out with a guy she'd literally just met outside of the restaurant he ran. "Hmm." She pondered the realization for a moment, then cocked her head to the side. She shrugged it off, and kissed him again, her arms snaking their way around his neck as her lips worked against his.
	Troy: He snickered at her comments, surprised by how often she kissed him. He wasn't complaining, though, not in the least. One of his arms wrapped around her waist and his other moved up to cup the side of her face. His lips moved against hers as they kissed, his tongue tangling with hers. When she pushed him away to tell him that he it was reason enough, he opened his mouth to retort, but before he could get any words out of his mouth, her lips were already back on his. He groaned against her lips, his hand tangling in her hair, and then she pushed him away a second time. Raising a brow at her, he couldn't help but snicker against her lips as she pulled him in for yet another kiss, her arms moving up to snake around his neck. He slid both arms around her waist, pulling her even closer to him and kissed her back the same way she was kissing him. It was hot, making out with this complete stranger. He knew nothing about her. Absolutely nothing. All he knew was that she was this sexy little firecracker, and he liked her. He didn't mind that he knew nothing else. The sound of someone clearing their throat next to them made him pull away from her, and he turned his head. His assistant in the kitchen was standing at the doorway, his eyebrow risen. That look on his face, he looked a hell of a lot like Troy just then. "Yes?" Troy asked, clearly annoyed. The guy cleared his throat again and said he was sorry to interrupt, but that they had to move. Troy sighed, dropping his arms from around Rio's waist and he moved away from her. He flicked his assistant on the back of the ear as he passed, smirking. He headed down the steps toward where his car was. Turning to glance at Rio, he rose a brow. "Well?" he asked.
	Rio: She nearly growled as the sous chef came out to give Troy shit about where the two of them were currently making out. She started to speak, to spit something venomous at the man, but Troy had already started moving away from the door. Rio rolled her eyes and moved after Troy, deciding that she'd already yelled at enough of the staff at the restaurant for one day. She caught up to Troy, keeping a pace behind him so as not to seem anxious to have her arms around him again. When he reached his car, she paused, admiring his sheer egotism. It was something they definitely shared. She was more than tempted to keep moving past him, toward her own car, but who was she kidding? She wanted him, she wanted him badly, and there he was, basically throwing an invite at her feet. She studied him for a moment, making him wait until she answered him. Rio approached, sliding her hand over the back of his neck. The tip of her tongue dragged along his bottom lip, and she smirked up at him. "You want to take me home, fuck me until you can't stand up, don't you?" She was setting herself up for a fall, since he had shown his aptitude at shutting her down at every turn. But Rio was confident in her assumptions at the moment, and was pretty sure she knew his answer.
	Troy: He stood at his car, with his eyebrow raised, waiting for her to acknowledge the offer he had made. Well, he hadn't really made her an offer, he just said one word. But he was pretty certain she knew what that one word entailed. She seemed like she was a smart woman. There wouldn't really be any question about it. He never took his eyes off of her as he waited for her answer, and he swallowed as she moved closer to him, sliding her hand across his neck and moving her face in close to his again. He licked his lips and smirked at her words, leaning in and pressing his lips hard against hers. After a few moments with his lips pressed to hers, he pulled away and smirked at her, nodding. "Pretty much, yeah," he agreed, taking a step back. His eyes gestured in the direction of the rest of the cars there. "So are you going to follow me, or are you going to leave your car here?" he asked. He was known for kicking women out of his apartment as soon as he came, but something told him that he wouldn't be kicking her out. He foresaw a long night ahead of him. And the thought made him tingle inside his pants.
	Rio: Rio kissed him back, pushing her hips forward into him before he pulled away. She smiled at him, tracing her fingers over the back of his neck. "I think I'll follow you, in case the title of Big Swinging Dick proves to be inaccurate." She glanced down at his crotch, then back to his face. "Though, it does seem to be a good moniker." She smiled again, biting her lower lip before pulling away from him completely. She walked to her car, swinging her ass a little extra for him, since she knew he was watching her walk away. As she reached her car, she opened the door and slid into the seat, throwing the car into gear and pulling out of the spot she'd chosen near the door. She saw Troy waiting in his car at the entrance of the parking lot, and she nodded to him, following his car as they pulled away from the restaurant. She was antsy as they drove, heading to wherever Troy lived. This wasn't like Rio; she was too picky, too much in love with the chase of a man to let him into her panties right away. But somehow, Troy was different. His complete refusal to play her game turned her on more than any man ever had before, and she wanted him. Immediately. With the accelerator pressed nearly to the floor, she followed him through the streets of Boston until he finally stopped driving. She found a spot on the street and got out of her car, waiting for him with her back pressed against her car door. As he approached, she stayed put, watching him, something beyond interest now in her eyes.