James Weatherby XIV (night_rhythm) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2014-12-03 23:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: emily elwood, character: james weatherby, location: duke's diner |
Thread: Dinner at the Diner
WHO: Emily and James
WHEN: Tuesday, Dec. 2 (Backdated)
WHERE: Duke's Diner
James had driven Emily and himself into Camden to arrive at the diner close to 9pm. It was not like him, to step foot inside a place like this very often, but James was willing to take the risk of being presented something disgusting to eat or a dirty table to sit at for the chance to sit and catch up with Emily. Quite a lot had happened to them both since the last time they really were able to talk. James hadn't been a vampire then, for starers. His brother had still been alive. So had his mother. And Emily was just best friends with Oliver, even if they were fooling no one but themselves on the prospects of them falling in love and starting an actual relationship.
James was away much of the time for boarding schools so even before St. Margaret's, it was uncommon he and Emily to get together. Usually it was at some big charity function of sorts where their wealthy parents met with other wealthy parents and talked about how wealthy they were while their children mingled and expressed how very little they actually wanted to be at such a formal affair. There would usually be alcohol, some kind of prank or debauchery, and the children of the 1% would end up enjoying the night after all. Usually those parties were hosted by James' mother and held in one of the Weatherby estates in upstate NY. James reflected on those times, those human days, with a certain fondness.
He smiled at Emily as they sat and chatted and to his credit, James kept his eyes on hers, not on the pulse at her throat. She was a friend first before she was food. He would always put that before his thirst. Truth be told, James was fed with human blood regularly thanks to the supply that his sire sent him. He was in control of his hunger and was not letting it control him, but that didn't mean he couldn't fantasize a little, think back to the throats he'd bitten into and that initial warm gush of blood against his tongue. James' mouth watered and he drank from his coffee, letting his eyes drop down a moment.
"So, you and Oliver." He smiled, leaning back against the booth. "Tell me all about it." What he really wanted to get to was whether or not she had talked to Oliver about wanting to know what it felt like to be bitten and fed from by a vampire. James was hoping for dessert, yes. Using the napkin, (a paper one, honestly, who ran this establishment?) James wiped the handle of his coffee cup before picking it up again. His usual suit was perfectly kept, the tie a seasonal dark red, one of James' favorite colors for obvious reasons, and the shirt beneath white. He was every inch a preppy school boy who would soon inherit a vast fortune, and he felt very out of place and uncomfortable sitting in the casual diner.