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thelivingcomputer) wrote2008-11-07 10:30 pm
thelivingcomputer) wrote2008-11-07 10:30 pm
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Escaping the nest.
The restaurant was quiet despite having a healthy number of tables full that evening. She'd picked it for that reason. It wasn't as nice a place as the one he'd picked before -- booth instead of nice tables, and waitresses in jeans rather than nicely tailored uniforms. But, the food was good and the atmosphere was pleasant. Also, they boasted a healthy beer and liquor selection. Always a bonus.
Legs clad in denim stretched out underneath the table and her feet rested on the empty space beside him on the booth seat. Jeans and a long sleeve shirt had replaced the nice skirt from before as well. With his jeep in a puddle and hers not yet purchased, his bike had been their transportation. She was damned if fashion concerns were going to convince her to wear a skirt on a motorcycle.
She idly rolled the stem of her wine glass between her fingers as she browsed the menu. Essentially, it could be summed up as "meat", "meat on a bun", and "meat with gravy".
Decisions, decisions.
Legs clad in denim stretched out underneath the table and her feet rested on the empty space beside him on the booth seat. Jeans and a long sleeve shirt had replaced the nice skirt from before as well. With his jeep in a puddle and hers not yet purchased, his bike had been their transportation. She was damned if fashion concerns were going to convince her to wear a skirt on a motorcycle.
She idly rolled the stem of her wine glass between her fingers as she browsed the menu. Essentially, it could be summed up as "meat", "meat on a bun", and "meat with gravy".
Decisions, decisions.