Kennedy Chase (gratefulgrace) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2012-02-22 06:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | ken, kennedy, lupe |
Tuesday April 7th 2009
Who: Kennedy and Lupe
What: Husband/wife date
Where: A dance club
When: Nighttime
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress
Ken was determined to have fun tonight. He still felt empty inside, like his chest had been scooped out and there was no herat left in there anymore, but he didn't want Lupe to look like she did anymore. It wasn't her fault that things between himself and Rachel had ended. He had made his decisions, and Rachel wasn't happy, and Lupe had no hand in any of it. Ken wished that his friend wouldn't feel badly anymore.
So tonight, they would have fun. They would hang out like they had in Columbia, just the two of them. Lupe would tease him, and Ken would try and discourage her, and maybe things would be better after tonight. Maybe he would find a new lease on life. There were lots of things to try, things Kennedy had never done before. Maybe things he would like.
Waiting on the couch while Lupe finished getting ready, Kennedy flipped through one of her girl magazines, his eyebrow furrowed at the alarming amount of clevage on the makeup models. Was that much chest exposure really necessary to sell eyeshadow?
Lupe spent an inordinate amount of time in her bedroom getting ready. Kennedy wanted to have a good night out so she wanted to give him her best. She finally settled on a long black skir that was slit up both thighs and multiple silver chain belts that draped over her hips for accent. She wore a black and silver backless halter that bared most of her stomach, disappearing into a V at her waist. Knee high stiletto boots and silver spangled bracelets finished the ensemble. She deftly applied makeup and kept her hair down, fitting herself into her fur-lined trench before moving to the sitting room, twenty minutes late. Beauty took time, even for a succubus, but even more so when the aim wasn't to seduce but distract. There was a fine line. Bouncing out, she smiled. "Ay! Vamanos."
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Speaking of an obscene amount of clevage... Looking up at Lupe, Ken's eyebrows nearly shot up into his hairline. "Wh... um." He didn't even know what to say. She looked amazing, and very... naked. Putting the magazine onto the table, Ken got to his feet, blushing slightly and trying not to look too much at Lupe's outfit.
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Lupe smirked at his reaction. She would have thought he'd been used to it by now. She wore less on stage when performing and trying to get her meals when he first met her. This was modest by her standards. "So I was thinking a club instead of bar. More fun."
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Ken would never get used to living with someone who flaunted as much as skin as Lupe did. And he would never stop blushing and averting his eyes. Clearing his throat slightly, Ken grabbed Lupe's coat from the hook and held it out for her. "A club?" he asked, confused a moment before it clicked. "Oh! A dance club. Okay." He wasn't sure how he felt about this new development. He wasn't much of a dancer, especially not amongst a bunch of strangers in a poorly lit environment with very loud music thumping. "Am I going to fit in in a place like that? I don't think I'm... young enough for it."
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"Si! Dance club." Lupe slid into the jacket, standing closer to Ken than was necessary, just because she could. "Si! Many men and women go." She turned to face him, absently buttoning her jacket closed, letting her hands trail over her body for the sheer pleasure of doing so. "Much better drinks, and more fun."
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Frowning, Ken was clearly skeptical. "I don't know, Lupe," he sighed. He was sighing because he knew that she was going to take him wherever she wanted to go, and he would follow and try and get along as best he could. But he had a feeling he would feel very uncomfortable tonight.
Shrugging into his own jacket, Ken checked his pockets to make sure he had his keys and his phone, then opened the door for Lupe to go through. This could be fun. He wanted to try new things, and this was definitely going to be new. And maybe a little scary. "You're going to help me not look ridiculous, won't you?" he asked, offering her his arm as they made their way through the hallway. "You're my assistant tonight. My wingman. It's your job to make me look cool." He gave her a smile, trying to set the mood, to keep things light and fun. If the night started fun, it would stay that way.
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"Is not that kind of club," she assured him. It wasn't one of her usual diners. Just a fun, easy place where people liked to dance and talk. Just as many people stayed at the table eating as there were on the floor. She was sure he'd be fine.
Leading the way out the door, Lupe gave him one of the sultry gazes she usually saved to seduce her meals. "Kenny, you'll be with me. You will look divine." Licking her lips and smirking, she turned to walk down the stairs, heading to his car.
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Being empathic, Ken didn't need a gaze to catch the waves that Lupe was sending off. It sent a small chill through him, and brought a brighter crimson to his cheeks. Was she doing it on purpose? She had to be. Just to make him sweat. "Stop doing that," he scolded her, straightening his collar on his shirt. If she was going to be shooting lust gazes at him all night, this was going to make for a very long, and very flustered, evening.
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Lupe's smiled widened, knowing exactly what she was doing to Kennedy. She would bet that Rachel never did that for him. "Stop what?" Smirking and giggling, she stood beside his car, waiting for her to unlock it.
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Honestly, sometimes Lupe was such a child, it was hard to imagine her as anything but the young girl he had met so many years ago. "You know very well what," he told her sternly, opening her door and waiting for her to settle inside. "You just keep your succubus tactics to yourself, little lady." Ken knew that he sometimes sounded like a dad when he chided her, but he couldn't help it! She still acted like a teenager even to this day, how could he not?
With a grumble and a steadying breath, Ken went to the driver's side of the car and climbed in, buckling himself up and checking his mirrors before starting the engine. "For the sake of peace and a good time for us both, can you please refrain from using your abilities on me? I'll be sweating enough as it is, thank you."
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Given her race, Lupe was essentially a teenager, albeit an experienced one. She just wasn't jaded enough to forget how to have fun. And Kennedy wanted to have fun, so she had to help him! "Si, papi," she teased as he closed her door. She dutifully buckled her belt and waited for him. Shifting in the seat to face him, Lupe cocked her head to one side. "I wasn't using them. Just looking at you like some human women will."
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Kennedy wasn't one to scoff much, but if he were he would have right then. There was no way that Lupe hadn't been looking at him like that just to get a rise out of him. And there was no way that women would be looking at him like she had just then. "I really don't think so," he said, trying not to sound condescending. "If anyone is going to be leered at tonight, it will be you. Perhaps by women as well." He wasn't unaware that women liked other women sometimes, but he didn't know many personally. Still, Lupe probably attracted all kinds of people, women included.
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Lupe liked all kinds of people, women included. But she was pretty sure that if she paid attention to Kennedy tonight, so would a couple of ladies. She knew how to find her meals easily enough and though she needed to eat soon, she wouldn't be so rude as to abandon him, even for half an hour.
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With a sigh and a shrug, Ken decided it was best to let it go. Lupe would know more about this kind of thing than he did, and he believed that she would probably send people his way this evening regardless. He knew that she would mean it with the best of intentions, to try and show him that there were other women in the world, that his heart could heal and he could be happy with someone else. And he would thank her for her efforts, because he knew she only wanted to help. It was part of what he liked most about Lupe. She had innocence in the most unexpected and beautiful places.
As they drove, he stayed quiet, assuming that Lupe would tell him where he needed to go. He didn't want to let his mind wander too much because he wanted to stay in good spirits, but it was difficult to focus when driving was perfect for letting his thoughts roam free.
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Lupe let Kennedy get lost in his thoughts, softly speaking the directions in fluid Spanish to guide the way. She still preferred speaking that way in the car, because she could never remember which was the left from the right. So confusing. Finally, they pulled into a parking lot of a club just on the other side of Danvers. "Si! We are here." Already she could hear the beat of the music through the open windows and started dancing in her seat. "Hurry, papi!"
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Pulling into the parking lot, Kennedy looked out the window at the club, at the flashing lights and the shadows of dancers within, and the people laughing as they walked in, and he swallowed nervously. Was he ready for this? Probably not. This place seemed so... vivacious. Still, Lupe was impatient, so he took in a breath and got out of the car, coming around to open her door. He smiled when she climbed out, trying to look reassuring that he was as excited as she was. This could probably be fun.
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Even though she was excited for a night out, Lupe forced herself to calm down, to take a slow breath. Setting a reassuring hand on his arm, she looked up at her husband. "Do you still want to go in?"
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Because of Ken's empathic energies, he knew that if he was nervous, Lupe would be able to tell. So he put on a wide smile, and nodded, trying to make himself be excited. "Of course!" he assured her. "We've gotten dressed up and we've already come out here, and you look... you look very beautiful. It was would be unfair of me to make you go back home after you put so much effort to look so lovely." Taking her hand, Ken started walking toward the club doors, tugging Lupe along. "This will be fun, right? I wanted to do something different, and this is different. It'll be good for me."
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She could tell that he wasn't very enthusiastic just now, but Lupe crossed her fingers that it would change. "Si," she agreed, hurrying to walk alongside him. She paid the cover charge for them at the entrance and led the way inside, dropping her trench at the coat check before moving to the bar.
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In the time it had taken to get from their apartment to the bar, Ken had forgotten how skimpy Lupe's outfit was. Seeing her shed her coat swiftly reminded him, though, and his eyes quickly averted themselves. "Oh," he said to himself, following his wife closely. There were so many people in here, but they all seemed to be having a good time. He was feeding off their energies without even trying, and it put a little smile on his face. "Order for me, would you?" he asked Lupe, leaning a bit closer so she could hear him.
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Lupe nodded, then glanced over her husband, debating what to order him. She didn't want to get him something too hard like scotch -he looked like a scotch man- when he'd never had it before, but most of the lighter drinks were very feminine. Probably just stick with beer then. It was light enough but still masculine. Giving a smile and a flash of cleavage got her directly to the bar and the server's attention. "A beer, whatever is on tap, and a white russian, por favor, seƱor." She didn't bother to disguise her accent, knowing just how much men around here liked it. Getting her order, she passed over her credit card to start a tab, and handed the beer to Kennedy. "Try this."
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Furrowing his brow at Lupe's ordering (a white russian? Was that racist?), Ken thought about how he felt about his wife paying for everything. He was the man, and he had asked her out, so shouldn't he be the one taking charge of everything? Rachel had never minded when Kennedy took charge, but she had liked to say she was an old fashioned woman. Lupe was anything but.
"Okay," he said as Lupe handed him his drink. It looked frothy and appealing, sort of like a fresh milkshake or a good mug of root beer. Licking his lips, Ken put the glass to them and sipped. And choked. "Ack!" he gasped, forcing himself to swallow as he grimmaced. "That's... not what I was expecting." He knew beer wasn't sweet, but he hadn't been prepared for this much bitter.
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Lupe was enjoying having her own money to spend, so she was considering this her treat to Kennedy. That way if he regretted it later, he wouldn't feel like he wasted the money. It was hers. Lupe had just taken a sip of her drink, humming at the creaminess and licking her lips. "No? Would you like to try this? Or I could order something different. More sweet." She held out her glass in offering. So the beer was the wrong choice. Liquor it would be.
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The idea of conforming to social gender norms wasn't important to Kennedy, but that didn't mean that he wasn't aware of them. And the fact that his wife could drink better than he could, as well as paying for everything, was leaving him feeling just a little emasculated. "I think I'll get used to it," he assured her, taking another sip and wiping the foam from his upper lip. It wasn't very good, but it wasn't the worst thing he'd ever drank before. Besides, she had already paid for it, it would have been such a waste. "Should we go sit somewhere, or... do we dance? What do we do now?"
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Lupe nodded toward a booth. "Let's sit. When you feel more comfortable, we will dance." If he had wanted her drink, she would have finished the beer. Or it could have gone to waste and she wouldn't care. Ordinarily, she would have considered the way he was feeling a bit more, but she was just so excited to be here with him. Holding his free hand, she tugged him to a booth, sliding in first so he could follow behind.
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Ken was willing to follow Lupe anywhere she led him, since she knew what was going on. Holding tight to his drink, he slid into the booth behind her, setting the glass onto the table. "It's very loud in here," he said, mainly to himself. But there were so many people in here and they were all dancing and smiling and laughing and having fun. Was this what he'd missed when he was younger? It seemed so glamorous.
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Being right next to him, she heard his comment. "Si, but you will get used to it," Lupe smiled. "You sure you do not wish to try?" Maybe he would like her drink better. She wouldn't be offended if he did or if he didn't, so she held it out once more.
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Giving a moment's debate, Ken finally took the glass from Lupe's hand. Maybe he would like it more. And even if he didn't, he wanted to try it. Hesitating more than he had with the beer, just in case, Ken raised the glass to his lips and sipped it. Not as bitter, but still very strong, and he grimmaced. "Hm," he hummed, swallowing it down and putting the glass down in front of Lupe. "It burns."
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Lupe nodded, noticing that he didn't recoil as much from this one. "Si. Is liquor and is stronger. But it is easier to mix with cream or juice to make it sweet. Also, there are some sweet liquors you could try later, if you'd like." She could order them as shots, just so he could try it.
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Nodding, Kennedy took another sip of his beer. It got less horrible with each sip he took. "We should try all of it." He thought that maybe he wanted to get drunk tonight, see what he had been missing out on. Young people went out every weekend to drink excessively, and while a lot of it was foolish and dangerous to their health, there had to be a reason they did it. And with that in mind, Ken lifted his glass, braced himself, and drank down three gulps. It was foamy and the liquid his the back of his throat with surprising sting, but he got it down.
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Lupe reached out a hand, stopping him from his beer. "If you want to try more like this," she said, circling the rim of her glass with her finger. "Then we need to switch from beer. American say 'beer before liquor, never been sicker. Liquor before beer, in the clear'." She waited to see if he understood. Lupe didn't want to make him sick from drinking the wrong way.
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Swallowing, Ken nodded, and set his glass down. "I've heard that," he agreed, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. "I don't know why that would be true, but maybe there is." Maybe it had something to do with the way the body broke down the different types of alcohol. "We could do some shots." The smaller, more concentrated shots of liquor would make him drunk faster, and he would probably taste them less from the way they were imbibed. "Let's do that. We'll get a mix of them and try lots. Can we do that?"