Liv Moore is an alabaster badass (livmoore) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-10-24 14:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, lowell tracey, olivia moore |
Who: Livwell (Liv and Lowell)
What: Movie date, complete with magic tricks. Also Lowell finally makes a move
When: Early October
Where: Liv's apartment
Rating/Warning: Pretty low
Status: Complete
Liv was a little nervous to have Lowell over to her place. They had hung out a few times now, and to be honest she wasn’t sure if they were dating or just friends. Sure there was a lot of flirting, but so far no kissing. Liv was okay with that.. Mostly. Of course she’d thought about it but kissing led to other things, things Liv couldn’t do with Lowell. Inviting him to her apartment could also imply she was ready to take things to that level. But really where else were they supposed to watch movies all night?
Liv was dressed comfortably tonight, in black leggings and a blue and black floral print blouse. She had chinese takeout ready to be consumed on the coffee table, with dishes that included meat. Hot sauce was also on the coffee table for Liv. Beer and soda were in the fridge now all that was missing was Lowell.
As if on cue she heard a knock at the door. Liv hurried to open it a small smile on her face. “Hey,” she said greeting him with a hug before stepping back to let him enter. “Did you want to start with Hitchcock or zombie movies?”
Lowell really wasn’t sure what to think of … whatever it was that he was doing with Liv. He liked her, he thought she liked him, but she’d so far managed to subtly rebuff him every time he subtly tried to make a move. He wasn’t sure if was just imagining things, or if he’d somehow managed to fall into the dreaded Friend Zone. It was all kind of new territory for him. Who didn’t want to make out with a genuine rock star?
The time for subtlety was definitely passed though. He was weirdly nervous, but tonight he was definitely going to make a move. One that couldn’t be mistaken. He just needed to wait for the right moment.
“I wasn’t expecting such a difficult question when I first walked in,” he said, smiling at her. “Though I think we should start with Hitchcock. They are classics after all.” And who didn’t like starting their evening off with a couple of good black and white movies. “I come bearing gifts, by the way,” he said, brandishing the gift bag he’d brought with him, which contained a bottle of red wine and a small bottle of Louisiana Hot Sauce.
“It’s not even my birthday,” Liv teased accepting the bag. Though it would be in about a month. But did the undead even have birthdays? She’d think about that later, right now she wanted to see what Lowell had brought. Her eyes lit up when she spotted the hot sauce. He remembered, how sweet. Not that it was an easy thing to forget. She was pretty sure he had never met anyone who put hot sauce in wine before.
“I’ll get us some glasses,” Liv said heading back toward the kitchen, which was visible from the entrance. Her apartment was a one bedroom, kitchen off to the side, TV, couch and coffee table in the center. “Make yourself comfortable,” she added nodding at the couch.
Glasses, bottle opener, wine and hot sauce in hand Liv headed over to the couch herself. “Rear window?” she asked as she opened the bottle. It was a good one, not one of his most famous like Psycho or Birds, but still one of Liv’s favorites.
“No hot sauce for me,” Lowell teased, making his way to the couch. He sat down, settling in to get a view of the apartment. He hadn’t actually been in Liv’s apartment before, but he always found that seeing how people decorated was a good way to get to know them, and he did want to know more about Liv. Even if he had been friendzoned.
“Ah yes, the touching tale of a man who spies on all his neighbours through their windows. Very romantic. I vote yes.” It wasn’t as though he’d been expecting them to watch romantic movies in the first place.
“Nothing more romantic than a stalker,” Liv joked, a reference to their first conversation on valarnet. She poured them each a glass of wine setting them on the coffee table along with the bottle before settling down onto the couch next to him.
“You sure, hot sauce is the best part,” she emphasized her point by putting multiple drops in her own glass of wine. “I hope you like Chinese,” she added nodding at the takeout containers in front of him. He was more than welcome to help himself. This was meant to be a casual night.
“Oh!” Liv exclaimed as if a thought had just occurred to her, which it had. “Before we start the marathon, want to see a magic trick?”
“I’m a big fan of Chinese,” Lowell said. But then, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever tried vegetarian Chinese food before. Most of it was filled with greasy, delicious meet. With his chopsticks, he lifted something that looked suspiciously like a chicken ball out from the takeout container. Curious, he popped it in his mouth.
“Wow,” he said, a little confused. “That tastes just like chicken.” But he knew it couldn’t. Liv had been upset when he’d tried to order something that wasn’t even meat. And he was only more confused when Liv asked him about magic. Confused, but not displeased. “Sure. I doubt it can impress me as much as the fake chicken ball, but I can’t see the harm.”
“That’s actually real chicken. I’m done with the whole vegan phase.” At least she hoped she was done with it. If there were any more vegan brains in her future she’d have more notice now. Hopefully she wouldn’t have an embarrassing outburst in front of Lowell again.
But on to the magic trick. She popped up off the couch and went back into the bedroom only for a second to grab a hat. Back out in front of Lowell she made a big deal of showing him how the hat was empty. Then she waved her hand over it and even said “Abra Cadabra,” before pulling two rats out of the hat. She would have pulled out all three but New New Hope was a regular rat, not a zombie rat. She didn’t want Hope and New Hope to eat him. “Ta-da!” she offered with a smile hat abandoned on the floor. The Hopes in her hand.
Lowell blinked in surprised. “Were you having me on?” Lowell asked, eyebrows furrowed. Because she had seemed very vehement in her veganism, and it seemed strange that she should just go back to eating meat so quickly. The only excuse he could think of was some sort of strange first date test of some sort. He wasn’t terribly pleased if it was some kind of game she was playing.
But his displeasure was temporarily forgotten when she pulled a couple of rats out of hats. “I didn’t realize rabbits were so passé!” he exclaimed, surprised. “I didn’t realize you could do magic!”
“No,” Liv replied honestly. “I just realized I missed meat too much.” Lame excuse. Freakin’ vegan brain.
“I don’t really bring out the magic tricks till the third date,” she teased. “I mean not that this is a date,” and now she sounded like an idiot. “But yeah, meet Hope and New Hope,” she held out the rats for him, to hold if he wanted.
Lowell frowned to himself thoughtfully. That made sense, he supposed. He couldn’t give up meat in the first place, but he assumed it would probably be hard. Which probably explained Liv’s reaction during their date too. It would probably be hard to resist meat watching someone else enjoying it.
“This isn’t a date?” Lowell said, feigning shock. “Hope and New Hope. I see you ventured far in your naming habits.” He took Hope in his hands, not bothering to hide his delight as she scurried up his arm.
Liv wasn’t the slightest bit surprised that Lowell liked the rats. He did in the dreams after all. Plus rats were pretty adorable (despite their bad reputation). “To be fair I didn’t exactly name them. A friend did. I also have New New Hope but she…. Doesn’t get along with the other two.” Best way to put that they would eat New New Hope.
New Hope was squirming around in her hand. “But I should probably put them back so we can get to our movies?”
“Maybe you shouldn’t let you friend name anymore of your rats,” Lowell said, the corners of his lip twitching at the name of New New Hope. “Oh, right,” Lowell said, glancing at Hope as she stood up on his shoulder and sniffed his hair. He really wouldn’t have minded watching the movie with Hope still on his shoulder, but it might make romance a little difficult. “I’ll come with you, so that I can meet New New Hope as well.” And because he wanted to stay with Liv, but he wasn’t about to say that just yet. Not when he wasn’t even sure if this was a date anymore.
“Next rat I’ll let you name.” Although she only had rats that came from the dreams, pre-named. But still.
Oh, he wanted to go back to her room? Well, she supposed that was fine. It wasn’t like anything was going to happen. “Sure,” Liv finally said. A small smile on her face because ugh Lowell was just so adorable with Hope.
“You can keep her on your shoulder. She’ll stay while you walk,” she assured him before leading Lowell back to her bedroom. “That’s Hope’s cage,” she said nodding at the cage on the far right. All the cages were lined up at the foot of her bed. New Hope went in the middle, she put her away while Lowell put away Hope. “And that’s New New Hope,” she nodded at the third rat, the only one that wasn’t pure white.
When Lowell got off the couch, Hope dropped to all fours and sat on all four legs on his shoulder. It had been a long time since the last time Lowell had held a rat, and he’d found that he missed them. He gave Liv’s room a quick glance before turning to the rat cages. “Well, time to go home,” he said, lifting Hope off his shoulders to place her gently into her cage. He was a little surprised to catch sight of New New Hope. “I have to admit, I expected New New Hope to be another albino.”
“Shhh, I think that’s probably why the other Hopes don’t like her,” she teased. Of course she knew the real reason but it was along those lines. “You’re good with Hope,” she commented. “I have to admit not every guy I show my rats to is so good with them.” That was a lie. Well Lowell was the best, but everyone else that had met her rats wasn’t horrible with them.
“I like animals,” Lowell said by way of explanation. Hope safe and sound in her cage, Lowell stepped a bit closer to Liv, gazing at her as he drank in just how beautiful she was. She really could light up a room, in a way that had nothing to do with how incredibly pale she was. Like a ray of sunlight. “Though I’ll take their liking me as a good sign. Rats are usually a pretty good judge of character.”
Why was he looking at her like that? Was there something on her face? Liv shifted her gaze to the floor for a brief moment. “I usually get my best life advice from the rats,” she joked looking back up at him. Her stomach did a little flip. “So now that you have my rats approval, we can watch some movies.”
“So much easier than parental approval,” he said, sounding very relieved to have received the approval of said rats. He couldn’t help but smile at how cute Liv was when she was bashful. He stepped closer once again so they were toe to toe, and tilted up her chin with a finger so he could lean in for a kiss.
“And why wou-” would you need parental approval was what she was about to say. But then his lips were inching towards hers.
Oh. Oh. So this was happening.
For a moment Liv forgot that she was a zombie and he was human. Forgot all the reasons why nothing more than a friendship should happened and returned his kiss. Arms wrapping around his neck, sparks flying between them. This was even more electric than it had been in her dreams.
Lowell had been worried at first that Liv would rebuff his advances. They’d hung out a couple of times, and while he could tell there was something between them, the fact that he and Liv hadn’t kissed yet was enough to make him nervous.
But she hadn’t pulled away, and the kiss was better than any of the many kisses that had already taken place in his imagination. He wrapped his fingers in her hair as they kissed, but it was over far too soon. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I first met you,” he said breathily once the kiss broke.
“Me too,” Liv admitted eyes locked onto his. Man, they were so blue. It would be easy to get lost in them. But the magic of the moment had passed now that their lips had parted. As much as she wanted to do it again, who knew where it would lead. And that was something Liv couldn’t do.
“So I guess this is a date,” she teased as she reluctantly pulled away from him. “But we really should get to those movies.”
Lowell tucked softly tucked a lock of Liv’s white hair behind her ear, drinking in her appearance for a couple of long seconds, though they weren’t long enough for Lowell. He wanted to kiss her again, and again, and maybe even lead her over to that bed of hers, but she was already changing tracks and he didn’t want to push her further than she was comfortable.
“Was there ever any doubt?” Lowell asked, winking at her and ignoring the fact that he’d been worried it might not actually be a date. He took her hand in his, twining their fingers together. “Though yes, I suppose movies were the whole point of this date.”
“Maybe a little,” Liv cracked, although there was some truth to it. She didn’t want to assume that he felt the same way about her here as he did in dreams. However, any doubt she had about herself and Lowell now were gone. Well at least as far as feeling were concerned. There was still the whole zombie issue but that was for another time. Right now she just wanted to enjoy her night, with Lowell.
“This is a real movie date,” Liv warned him though her tone was light. “Not one of these Netflix and chill situations,” she was still teasing but it was also true. Hand still entwined with his she led him back out to the couch.
“You mean one of those ones where people actually watch the movie? I didn't think people did that anymore. So old-fashioned,” Lowell teased lightly as he took a seat on the couch, one arm behind Liv’s shoulders. He did want things to go further. It was hard not to, looking at how beautiful Liv was. But he wasn't going to push things. For now he was well sated with the kiss, and there was something about Liv that drew him to her in a way he hadn't felt in a long time.
“Says the guy who held out a chair for me,” Liv teased right back. Because yes, that was also a bit old fashioned. More so than actually watching a movie on a date.
She settled into Lowell’s arm as they watched. It was a little difficult to focus On Rear Window when all she really wanted to do was get back to kissing Lowell, but slow was best. “So, what next?” Liv asked once the movie ended.
The movie was over too soon, if only because it meant that Liv had to leave the crook of his arm. She was warm, in a not-emitting-much-body-heat kind of way, and this was all so cozy that he didn’t want her to move. “Let’s give the Ring a shot. I haven’t seen that movie since secondary school,” Lowell said. He’d remembered the movie scaring the wits out of him, but he’d already seen it once and he was older now.
Liv didn’t really want to leave the comfort of his arm either, but it was only for a brief moment while she switched movies. “The Ring it is,” Liv said popping it into her DVD player. She really had quite the collection of scary and thriller movies. Lowell was in luck. With that she settled back into his arm, pressing play on the remote.
Unfortunately for Lowell, the Ring was just as scary as he remembered it being. He wasn’t aware of the fact that he was slowly squeezing Liv’s shoulder tighter and tighter as the tension on the movie rose. He stiffened when he heard Samara’s chattering. What he was aware of was the fact that suddenly, Samara was right there, on the screen, and that he jumped nearly onto Liv’s lap with a slight squeak of surprise.
Liv definitely felt his grasp on her shoulder. She couldn’t help but smirk each time it tightened. Lowell being scared was pretty adorable. And when he jumped and squeaked? Yeah Liv couldn’t help herself. She burst into laughter. “I’m sorry,” she said between laughs. “Is this to scary for you? Do you want me to turn it off?” she was being serious, though it was probably difficult to tell with all her laughing.
Lowell flushed, embarrassed by both his reaction and Liv’s laughter. But Liv’s laugh was just so wonderful that he could hardly be upset with himself. “No, it’s fine,” he said. His tone took on a more joking quality. “I just didn’t want you to feel embarrassed by how obviously frightened you were.”
“Oh thanks,” Liv said with a smirk. “I was definitely shaking in my boots,” she teased him turning her attention back to the movie. Soon enough it was over and they watched a few more. Before Liv knew it, it was almost 3 am.
“So,” Liv said when the last movie finished up. “Since this isn’t Netflix and chill, you should probably get going.” Not that she really wanted him to leave but staying overnight wasn’t exactly an option either.
“I thought so,” Lowell teased, smirking a little.
He was a little disappointed when Liv told him it was time to leave though. He knew that she had told him that things weren’t going to progress much that night, but he’d still been hoping she’d change her mind. But despite his face falling slightly, he didn’t let his disappointment show much. “I’m getting the old boot, huh?” he asked, smiling. “Well, alright.” That didn’t mean he was going to leave without a good-bye kiss though, and he leaned forward to give her a long one.
Yeah, that kiss was enough to make Liv change her mind. If only she could. “Goodnight,” she said breathlessly once she was able to actually speak again.
This whole dating a human thing was going to be a major problem.