The Script (meg) INACTIVE

[sodapop]

He hated the beach, it smelled awful, it was sandy and during the summer days it was blazing hot. So he picked a time when the sun was barely shining to step out onto the pier which oddly was littered with people getting of their ferry and heading home. He sighed and looked over the edge of the pier gazing at his reflection as it rippled with the waves of the water.

Soda couldn't believe he'd seriously asked Meg here, he had a gut feeling she wouldn't show. I'm completely stupid sometimes. He thought to himself walking over to a bench and sitting down, he folded the collar of his jacket up using it as a windbreaker as he lit a cigarette. He knew he went out on a total limb asking a girl like Meg if she wanted to met up later, first off she was shy as hell, and second, she was most certainly not the type of girl you'd usually see hanging around a guy like him.

He blew smoke out his nose as he sighed, and checked his watch, it was five right on the dot, there went all his hopes of Meg ever showing her face.

[georgie]

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Meg Giry was running late. She didn't mean to be but she had rehearsal for the ballet her company was currently working on and when she looked at the clock, she knew she was going to be late. She was SO mad at herself for not going to be there on time and making Soda sit there on the pier, waiting. She hurried back to her apartment to get changed. She didn't want to go to the pier dressed in sweaty dance clothes (she'd be rehearsing ALL day).

Not too long after, Meg emerged from her apartment building clad in a dusky purple colored tank top, dark wash jeans and a sky blue hoodie with black Converse on her feet. She then ran the whole way to the pier, which honestly wasn't too far from her apartment. She checked her phone as the pier was coming into sight. It was five o'clock on the nose. Soda probably thought she wasn't coming but she started running again.

When she reached the pier, Meg Giry was out of breath. She stopped for a moment to catch her breath. She ran a hand through her long blonde hair and started to look for Soda. Finally, she spotted the Curtis boy she was meeting and headed over to him. Only less than a minute late. "Hey Soda." she said softly, an apologetic smile spreading across her face, "Sorry I'm late..."

[sodapop]

The soft quiet voice of Meg Giry greeted him, he smiled a bit, dropping his cigarette into the waters below and turning back to smile at Meg, "Don't be sorry, not like I had anything better to do."
There was a small bit of truth in there, he really didn't have anything else to do, it was Saturday at five o'clock he was off work and his second option was to go home, he was sure nothing particularly exciting was going on there. He looked at Meg, raised an eyebrow and smiled a bit wider, His new found friend was a dancer and she took it all to seriously, when Meg was late he only thought one thing.

"Dancing again I presume?" He said though there wasn't much evidence that she was. I could always assume with her though, "Learn anything new?"
He pretended to take interest only because he felt the conversation would go nowhere and fast if he didn't.

[georgie]

Meg smiled easier when Soda smiled. "Don't be sorry, not like I had anything better to do." She shrugged a bit and sat down on the bench next to him. "For a second, I thought I'd get here and be all alone." she admitted, "I'd feel like such a schmuck." She smiled a bit shyly. She honestly felt like a schmuck a lot anymore and she didn't know why, she just did. She ran a hand through her long blonde hair. She was glad she wore a sweatjacket. She needed it against the wind.

"Dancing again I presume?" Miss Giry smiled softly. "Yes, actually," she said, "I was." She was stressed out about it. She never danced the lead in a ballet and yet, now she was. It made her so nervous but she hoped she could do it. "Learn anything new?" "Not really." she told him, "We were just rehearsing for the next show."

"What have you been up to?" Meg asked her new friend. It was still odd to have a friend who wasn't a ballerina but she was getting use to it and she liked Soda. He was different than everyone she'd ever known before, of course, she'd only known opera people before. She smiled a bit. "So..." she said, "You wanna do something...?"

((OOC: may be a little short, sorry, Alice XD I'm MAJORLY distracted by Kelli O'Hara's "Wonderful Guy" from South Pacific on my TV XD))

[sodapop]

"Not really... We were just rehearsing for the next show."

Sodapop grinned as Meg sat beside him, sticking his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans he said, "So when is your next show Meggy? Who knows, I might actually show up."

He shrugged, truth be told he wouldn't sit through a dance performance and probably die of boredom before the show was even close to over. Meg probably knew that too, which is why he said it as more of a joke then an actual statement. Soda turned to look over his shoulder as the sound of people began to grow closer, more people filed off another ferry and Soda moved out of their way and watched them pass. Each one wearing some type of suite or pencil skirt, it was funny to watch them, who dressed like that to go to work? All Soda wore was his shirt and a pair of jeans and occasionally a baseball cap.

"So... You wanna do something...?"

Soda scratched the back of his head, and with a sigh he said "Honestly? I've got no clue what we would do, plus just going places these days cost money and I'm flat broke at the moment."

[georgie]

"So when is your next show Meggy?" Meg usually didn't like being called Meggy...but she couldn't get herself to tell Soda that. If he wanted to call her Meggy, Meggy she was. "Who knows, I might actually show up." She smiled a bit. He'd never show up to a performance of hers, she knew that. "We open in a few days." she told him, "I've got the lead...Giselle, a weak, sickly girl who's in love with a prince...she dies of it." She shrugged before continuing, "I thought ballets were not your style, Soda." She smirked a bit, knowing she was right.

"You may like it..." she said, "Girls wearing almost revealing costumes....I know my one is pretty low cut..." She blushed. She didn't know why she said that. It came out without thinking. People started going off a ferry. They were all pretty much dressed for work. Meg had no idea how people could dress that way. "They look like they're in the mob." she said softly with a laugh, making a joke about how Dally thought she was a member of the mob then they all first met.

"Honestly? I've got no clue what we would do, plus just going places these days cost money and I'm flat broke at the moment." "I've got a little money..." she said reaching into her pocket and pulling out a few crumpled bills, counting them quickly. "I've got nine euros." she said, "...dollars, I mean...sorry, still not all that use to the whole American money thing yet..."

[sodapop]

"I thought ballets were not your style, Soda."

Soda chuckled, "Well you'd never get me on the stage dancing in tights, that certainly ain't my style, but who knows, like you said girls in revealing costumes... How can I resist?"

He almost said you, but Soda kept his mouth shut he could be a perv later when he was joking around with Steve, and he preferred not getting slapped by Meg, if she was the slapping type that was, she didn't look it, but it was always good to play it safe. He laughed at Meg's mob comment, remembering the day Dallas and him had run into Meg and Irene. "Well then you should know 'em Meg Giry! Say hello to your fellow mobsters!"

Sodapop nudged Meg with his elbow playfully teasing her as she dug through her pockets for money, soon she had a few crumpled dollar bills in her hand.

"I've got a little money... I've got nine euros... dollars, I mean...sorry, still not all that use to the whole American money thing yet..."

Soda chuckled, Meg had more in her pocket then Soda and Darry even made in an hour of work, must be nice. He grinned, "Ain't much you can do with nine 'euros' Megster. But gimme five, and I'll think of something."

He held out his hand and winked at her playfully, "C'mon cough it up."

[georgie]

"Well you'd never get me on the stage dancing in tights, that certainly ain't my style," Meg couldn't help but laugh. "No," she said, "I don't think it would be." She tried to picture it but she couldn't. She'd fall over laughing if she did. "but who knows, like you said girls in revealing costumes... How can I resist?" She rolled her eyes and smirked. She elbowed him playfully. "You're so crude sometimes." she said with a laugh and a wink, to show she was playing around.

Miss Giry wasn't the slapping type. She could never hurt anything or anyone. That was just how she was. "Well then you should know 'em Meg Giry! Say hello to your fellow mobsters!" she rolled her eyes. "You know I'm not in the mob, Sodapop Curtis." she said, smirking, "I'm just a ballerina..." Actually, she was now, since she was playing a title role, she was a prima ballerina, the highest level you could get...but she'd never advertise that.

"Ain't much you can do with nine 'euros' Megster."[/b] Meg rolled her eyes. "Give me a break, Soda," she said, "After living seventeen years in Paris, it's hard to get away from being European." "But gimme five, and I'll think of something." "Like what?" she asked, curiously. "C'mon cough it up." "Tell me like what and then, if I think it's a good idea, I'll give you the money." she said playfully.