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Post by merrill on Feb 27, 2011 10:50:52 GMT -5
Two-Bit has gone on many dates in his lifetime, and a few could qualify as ‘blind dates’, but he’d never answered one of those newspapers ads. It was more of an experiment than anything. There were many chicks out there to meet and the ones down in Windrixville were all a little too similar to each other. Smoking, drinking, and swearing were the pattern. They weren’t that bad, but after dating for many years worth of these gals, a little variety wouldn’t hurt. He hopped into his car and lit a cigarette, wondering what type of girl this ‘Catherine’ would be. The ad told him she liked dancing and he was up for that, for he wasn’t that bad of a dancer himself. Back when he was younger, Ma would give him dancing lessons when she’d come home from work and would always tell him how he could easily charm a girl if he knew the right moves. Thus, he decided to bring her to some dance club. Respectful, he assumed, because this type of girl was probably not a greaser. Earlier on, he’d asked Charlie if he knew of any places, but he took the advice with a grain of salt. Being quite the sleazebag, whatever place he considered clean enough would likely host only one stripper. However, he did look into it, and found that this ‘Club Lights’ seemed good enough. A little flashy (almost seizure-inducing), but it seemed harmless enough. Two-Bit sat at the counter and debated whether he should order a drink or not. He decided against the idea, after reading the maturity part of the ad. He chuckled, knowing he could pull it off he tried. He glanced around to check if there were any chicks that fit the description he had. It would have been useful if the ad came with a picture. |
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Post by kitkat on Mar 5, 2011 22:30:37 GMT -5
Why, why, why had Catherine signed up for this blind date thing? At first it had seemed like a good idea. A fun way to meet new people in the city. But now that the night was here... Now that she actually had to get dressed and go out to meet some random person at a club she'd never been to... Well, it was just a little scary. He could be anybody. They would most likely have a terrible time. This was just a bad decision. She let out a huge sigh and sat on her bed despondently.
A little while later, as Catherine sat looking around at the mess of clothes she'd created in her room she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. She was making too big a deal out of this. Either the night would go well, or it wouldn't. It was very unlikely that she'd be murdered or anything horrible like that. The newspaper would have to check that sort of thing out... right? Yes. They'd definitely have to. So now she would stand up and put on... that. She grabbed the first dress she saw, throwing on some matching accesories as she headed out the door.
With determination to make the best of things Catherine made her way through town, finally coming to the place called 'Club Lights'. It looked pretty cool. The kind of place she herself might have picked for a night out. This was a good sign, she thought. Maybe the night wouldn't be a total bust. A smile lit her face as she stepped through the doors and was greeted by her favorite song and lots of flashing lights. The place had definitely earned it's name. She ran her fingers through her hair, suddenly nervous, and headed toward the bar. She hoped she wasn't late. Choosing an outfit had eaten up a lot of time. She glanced at the people along the bar, and saw lots of cute guys, but she couldn't remember what exactly she was looking for. Hopefully he'd be a little less frazzled and recognize her. Agh, blind dating is stressful. [/blockquote][/sup] OOC Notes:Hope this is ok. I gotta stop messing with it. lol |
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Post by merrill on Mar 10, 2011 23:59:00 GMT -5
Two-Bit wondered whether his date would ever come. Ha! Two-Bit stood up? It was an unsettling thought when he came to think of it. Normally, it was he the person to skag a date, but that was always by accident. He had a tendency to get distracted by things and hours later he'll realize he missed something. That was probably one of the many reasons why he and Kathy (when they'd been dating) were breaking up for most of the time.
Hoping he wasn't somehow epileptic, he chanced a glance around the brightly lit club for anyone who looked like a Catherine. He was glad that it wasn't that fat chick in the corner. Surprisingly, she had a date with some guy just as greasy. He shuddered at the thought of what their children would look like; the image of fat, pig-nosed brats with long greasy hair switched the shudder to a cringe. It wasn't a pleasant mental image.
It was fast approaching eight o'clock when he noticed a chick with dark hair and wearing a cute, black number. She was looking around the club with confusion and as if she was looking for someone in particular. That someone was probably Two-Bit, he though, and grinned. He ran a hand through his hair and checked the mirror behind the bar. He winked at his reflection and approached the chick in obvious desperate need for a man.
"Two-Bit Mathews at your service," he said, sliding into the seat near her with a toothy grin on his face. "You must be Catherine, am I right?"
[ooc=Apologies for the general bum-ness. Merrill's been a bad egg and hasn't gained time (or used it wisely) to conjure a post.]
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Post by kitkat on Mar 12, 2011 23:41:47 GMT -5
Just as Catherine was about to give up and figure the guy had left(with good reason as she was incredibly late), a young, surprisingly attractive, man came up to her. "Hi. Yes, Catherine." She smiled and sat down as she spoke, smoothing/inspecting her dress before looking back up at him. "Um... So your name is Two-Bit? I saw that and thought it was a typo. Immediately after those words left her mouth she started blushing furiously. "Oh god I'm sorry. I didn't mean that to sound so... mean. Really. I just meant it's kind of an unusual name. One I hadn't heard before. Not that I've heard every name there is to hear but... Is it a nickname or your given name?" She realized she was babbling and tried to wrap it up with something semi-coherent, but she was just more embarrassed and could feel the blush creeping further along her skin.
It took Catherine a lot of effort to keep from fidgeting and staring at her hands now. She couldn't believe she was being so ditzy. It wasn't like her to trip over words like this. Stupid newspaper blind date... thing. There was no way the night could go well now. Not after basically insulting the guy, Two-Bit, right off the bat.
But then, he probably got it all the time. Two-bit was a rather strange name. Who honestly named their kid that? Catherine frowned inwardly and mentally hit herself for thinking like that. She then decided the best way to get her mind off his name(and her embarrassment) was to distract from it... obviously. So she turned to the barkeep and ordered an Irish Coffee, only afterwards remembering she'd never been here before and didn't know if they carded. Gee that would be lovely. Getting kicked out of a club for being underage. While on a date. Luckily she didn't have to fret long, the bartender handed her the drink without a word and she breathed a sigh of relief. [/blockquote][/sup] |
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Post by merrill on Mar 13, 2011 2:21:02 GMT -5
"Hi. Yes, Catherine."
"Enchant-ay," he said, grinning. He took her hand and kissed it, bowing his head. His grade nine French teacher would be so proud if he could see him now. Pfft, Mr. Lavallée could shove those 'é's up his ass for all Two-Bit cared. He was had enough difficulty in the English classes without having to do the same thing in French. However, the French did come in use for some aspects.
"So, would that be a Cathy or an Erine? Or do you go by something else?" he asked, keeping the conversation from dying. Awkward silences ceased to exist with Two-Bit around and he knew the date wouldn't turn out so well if he didn't keep the beat. That was one of the no-nos in his book of rules.
"Um... So your name is Two-Bit? I saw that and thought it was a typo."
Her face blushed crimson, in knowledge of saying stupid. Two-Bit thought she looked cute when she blushed. He inwardly chuckled, not in mockery, but by the fact he got paired up with an awkward chick. However, she may not be smoking hot or feisty, it would still be amusing to toy with her. Girls like these were easy prey to his teasing.
Oh god I'm sorry. I didn't mean that to sound so... mean. Really. I just meant it's kind of an unusual name. One I hadn't heard before. Not that I've heard every name there is to hear but... Is it a nickname or your given name?
"Don't worry, it ain't my real name, but you do have a cute blush," he replied, voicing his thoughts. His grin stretched even wider. "My real name's Keith, but I never go by that. They call me Two-Bit since I always have to get my two-bits worth. It kinda stuck and now I hardly ever 'member that I do have a proper name."
Catherine ordered an Irish coffee and it was brought. Two-Bit raised an eyebrow, but he didn't comment. For himself, he asked for a quick shot of scotch and rolled out a couple dollar bills to pay for both drinks. The bartender took the crumpled bills and brought Two-Bit the scotch. The drink disappeared in one gulp.
"I read in the ad that you liked dancing, so I thought a place like this would be suitable." He gestured at dance floor where couples and singles grooves to the beat. "It's a better than the stuff you see at other places." Meaning, the sleazing more than grooving. Two-Bit would seem the type to enjoy that, but the truth was, he preferred to keep the dirty dancing to the bedroom.
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