Tanya Bakers (magical_babe) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2010-07-25 11:27:00 |
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First Date
Who: Marcus and Tanya
Where: Some Nice Restaurant
When: July 20th, Evening
This was almost hilariously awkward for Marcus Locke. Arresting someone? Perfectly normal. Gunfights and drug-busts? Awesome. But a dinner date with a beautiful woman? That was like discovering aliens exist, in terms of being something he was used to and comfortable with. Yet... here he sat, in the Hard Rock Cafe, looking a little... uncomfy in a black and white suit, face looking about as clean-shaven as he got, which was to say, he had some major stubble going on. He'd asked Tanya, the gorgeous little magician he'd run into (literally, actually), to meet him for dinner, and now? He was suddenly feeling much less confident than he'd felt on the phone.
Tanya walked into the restaurant and, when she spotted Marcus, she made her way over to him. It had been a little over an hour since her last show ended, and now, instead of her stage outfit, she was wearing a simple black dress that clung to her curves. She smiled as she reached the table. "Hello, Marcus," she said to him.
"Wow. I mean, hey." He said as he silently cursed his own initial reaction. Hey... she looked AMAZING. "Thanks for coming, I know I didn't exactly give you a lot of notice." He stood, pulling her chair out for her. "I had a sudden day off, and just... sort of decided last minute to see if you were free."
She just chuckled at his first reaction. "Thanks," she said. "It wasn't a problem coming. Unlike you, my schedule is incredibly predictable." She just had to work six nights a week. It was a demanding job.
"I keep meaning to see one of your shows... but I fear my eyes will be far too busy looking at you in that outfit of yours to concentrate on what you're doing." Again... Marcus tended to be brutally honest, even when it didn't exactly benefit him.
She actually kind of liked him being completely honest. "Then it might be for the best that you don't come," she joked, sitting down at the table with him. Besides, it wasn't like she wore a whole lot on stage, after all. This IS Vegas.
"Exactly. Plus, I like being able to look at you without immediately having dirty thoughts. Which is hard to do when you're dressed like that." He smirked, looking at the menu briefly. "Order whatever you like... I may not be made of money but... I stopped someone from holding this place up last year, so... the manager tends to give me pretty amazing discounts." Again, that honesty? NOT always helpful.
Once again, she appreciated the honesty. She smirked at the last part. "Maybe I need to start saving people from hold ups and such. Being a magician is something that you do for the love of it, not the money, after all." Sad but true.
"What can I say... on a cop's salary? You take it how you can get it." He laughed, not at all about to hide how... modestly he had to live. He loved his job, but... he DID sometimes wish it paid better.
"You're job really should pay much better for what you do," Tanya said to him. "For someone who puts their life on the line every time they go out to work, you'd think you get paid better."
"Yeah... cops, security guards... we should all be making more money than we are." As the mun wished Andrews International Security would realize, even though that's neither here nor there. "So... I have to ask... that first time we met. Did you..." how the hell did he ask this without sounding crazy? "Ok... I don't want to sound like some nutcase here... but I got this weird feeling, like I've known you for years, even though I *know* we'd just met."
She thought for a second about his question before answering. "I did, actually. I know it sounds weird, and a tiny bit creepy to say, but it was almost like we were fated to meet, you know?"
"I never believed in past lives or anything... until then. It felt like I knew you, knew you better than I knew myself." He rolled his eyes, feeling a little silly admitting this.
"Well, I know what you mean," Tanya said to him. She wasn't too sure what to make all of this, but she knew that she definitely felt *something* as soon as she saw him. Something that she didn't know how to explain.
"I'm just glad you don't think I'm crazy. It... it hit me like a punch in the face, to be honest. I didn't know WHAT the hell to say..." He reached over, placing a hand gently atop one of hers, since hell... if they felt such an immediate bond, what did it hurt, right?
His hand on top of hers didn't seem to phase her at all, actually. "No, I don't think that you're crazy at all, actually," she admitted to him. She had felt it, too, and she hadn't known what to make of it. Hell, she still wasn't too sure of what to make of it.
"You sure this isn't another of your magic tricks?" He asked with a playful tone. Well... what passed as playful for him. Honestly, even his most teasing tone had a tinge of gruff force to it. It wasn't even something he did on purpose.
If only he knew just what sort of REAL magic tricks that she could do. "I promise that I haven't cast a love spell on you," she said truthfully, smiling. "Besides, those things never turn out as planned, anyway. Haven't you seen the movies?"
He actually GRUMBLED there, shaking his head. "The movies are all wrong... just not in the ways everyone thinks." He said with a scowl, before shaking it off. Last thing he wanted was to scare the girl off.
"No movie ever gets it right," she agreed. "Everyone always thinks that it's about casting hexes and love potions and black cats." She shrugged.
"Sounds like you know a thing or two about real magic..." He dangled that in front of her, to see how she'd react. Hey... it was a good piece of bait, to see what she knew, and what she was willing to talk about.
"I know some," she said modestly. Frankly, the easiest way to put on a good show in Vegas was to know real magic, but she wasn't going to say that. Or was she? "A magician never gives away her secrets, though."
"Touche." Well damn. There went THAT little attempt. He'd have to try again at a later date. "Sorry to bore you here... but I guess I'm not really much of a conversationalist. I tend to lose myself in my work, and outside of that? I'm not exactly a whirlygig of excitement."
"Oh, I don't think that you're that bad," she said to him. "I'm not bored at all." Of course, it helped that she had an insatiable draw to him that she couldn't explain, but he also just seemed like someone that she would want to get to know anyway. See what made him tick.
"Not that bad." He repeated, letting out a raspy chuckle. "You know? I think I can deal with that." He felt himself wince as a bit of leftover pain in his shoulder hit him (he'd gotten into a bit of a tiff with a drug dealer the other night and had been hit with a lead pipe). "God I feel like an old man some nights."
She had noticed the wince, actually. Of course, she had assumed that he had gotten into some sort of fight while at work. Such a dangerous job for so little pay. "A rough job can do that to a person sometimes," she said to him.
"Yeah.... damn druggies. I swear they belong in a zoo sometimes." He grumbled, rubbing that shoulder a little. "Would it be totally out of line for me to ask you if you wanted to come back to my place? No funny business, I swear. I just want to get to know you better in a setting where we can both actually relax."
She chuckled at his promise of no 'funny business.' "Aren't you a gentleman?" she asked. "I think I can be amendable to that, though." She would be MORE than happy to go back to his place, actually.