While writing this chapter I was listening to Money by Pink Floyd. It's awesome; you should totally have a listen.

Priestly slowly came into consciousness. He rolled over in the soft white sheets and blindly felt next to him for the warm body of his girlfriend, frowning when he was met with a cool empty space. Forcing his heavy eyelids open and looking around the room he found no one. He rubbed his tired eyes and listened carefully for any noise, soon realizing the woman in question was padding around quietly in the bathroom. He watched the door from the bed, one arm behind his head propping him up. The door finally swung open revealing a showered and fresh faced Tish in a lush cotton towel.

He watched her unnoticed with a small smile on his face. Her long hair was thrown up in a sloppy bun that showed off her slender neck. Her tan skin disappeared in into the white towel before reappearing just above her knees which gave way to slender calves and delicate feet. God she's beautiful. "Good morning" he greeted, his voice rough with sleep.

She turned sharply, surprised he was awake and walked over to the bed, "Good morning birthday boy."

He pulled her down on top of him and kissed her deeply. "Not yet it's not." Tish smirked and removed her towel, what the birthday boy wanted the birthday boy got.

A while later the two lay in bed together facing each other, noses practically touching. Tish ran her fingers through his soft brown hair. She loved his natural hair, it felt like a privilege to get to see it and touch it like this. "So what do you want to do today?"

He shrugged, "I don't really care what we do today but I want to take you out tonight."

She frowned. "But it's your birthday."

He twirled a piece of her silky hair around his finger. "I know but I want to take you on a real date, go all out. We'll buy you a dress today."

Her eyes lit up at the idea of a new dress, "Well time's a wastin'! Let's go." She jumped up and began to dress as Priestly rolled off the bed and disappeared into the shower.

Many, many hours later Tish dropped her bags on the bed and threw herself down next to them. "Best. Day. Ever."

Priestly leaned against the wall and smiled widely; glad that he could make her happy. The day had been perfect. They had shopped, gambled, and went sightseeing. They had eaten fresh gelato and ridden roller coasters, seen huge aquariums and atriums. Lady Luck had even been on his side today, allowing him to splurge on Tish and himself with his winnings.

"What?" he asked as he heard Tish quietly laugh.

She sat up still giggling, "You and that mime, I was waiting for him to attack you." While walking around the pair had stumbled upon an actor who looked and acted like a statue, Priestly had made it his personal mission to try to get the man to move or flinch. After an hour of nonstop instigating Priestly had admitted defeat and gave the guy a twenty and a small bow.

Priestly began to chuckle, "If eyes could kill I would be so dead right now, I think he was trying to melt me or something. Props though, the only thing that moved was that angry tick in his jaw."

He glanced at his new black Movado Sapphire watch, "We should get ready to go, reservations in a couple hours."

Tish didn't have to be told twice she jumped off the bed and headed to bathroom to shower and change. She loved getting dressed up, she was a girl after all. Finally, after what Priestly felt like was an eternity she emerged. He stared at her unabashedly, she was gorgeous. Her long chestnut red hair fell in loose curls around her shoulders, sparkling earrings peeking through. Her makeup was flawless with dramatic eyes and lips a pale pink. The dress he had bought for her fit like a glove, snug in all the right places. It was a black ankle length with a long slit and plunging back. To top it off she wore a tall pair of stilettos.

"Holy shit." He didn't realize he said it out loud until he heard her laugh.

She twirled to give him the full view, "You like?"

He began to walk towards her with a husky look, "Oh ya, I like."

She stopped him a few feet from her with a hand to his chest, "Oh no you don't. You go get ready or we'll never make it out of here."

He grumbled and disappeared into the bathroom. Once under the steaming hot showerhead he let the water beat down on his shoulders and allowed his mind to wander to the reason for tonight's date. He had been with Tish for five months now, had admitted to himself that he loved her two months ago and now felt he was finally ready to tell her. What if she doesn't love me back? His arms dropped to his sides as the horrible thought entered his mind. Will I stay with her if she doesn't love me? The answer was an absolute yes. Even if Tish didn't love him he couldn't imagine leaving her. This was the longest relationship he'd ever been in, and every second of it had been amazing. The water spray slowed and eventually stopped when he turned off the knobs and stepped out onto the plush bath mat. He walked to the mirror and ran his hand across it to remove the steam so he could see his reflection. Green eyes met green eyes in the glass, I can do this.

Tish waited patiently before the door opened a short time later revealing a sight that rendered her speechless. Priestly emerged from the bathroom wearing a perfectly fitted and obviously tailored black suit. His shoes shined brightly as he adjusted his skull cufflinks and straightened his red silk skinny tie that rested against his pitch black shirt. His eyeliner was in place and his hair was done in a simple bright red mohawk. She didn't think she had ever seen anything sexier in her life. She would have thought he would be uncomfortable in a suit but he looked like he was born in it. He radiated power and confidence, his presence almost overbearing in the small room. He grinned, "You like?"

She nodded and walked towards him, shoving him against the wall before attacking his mouth. Priestly kissed back enthusiastically before his brain reminded him of what they were supposed to be doing. "Tish" he mumbled against her mouth.

"What?" she breathed never removing herself from him.

He grabbed her and held her away from him before they got to the point of no return. "We have dinner reservations. I want to take you out, it's important to me."

She smiled softly and stepped back, she loved his romantic side. "Ok, let's go."

The couple strolled to the elevator arm in arm. Priestly pushed the down button before guessing which elevator would arrive first. With a ding and a victorious shout the doors slid open, allowing them inside. Tish turned to Priestly, "Where'd you get the suit, we were together this whole time."

He stuck his hands in his pockets and shrugged, "I brought it, it's mine."

She blanched, "Seriously? Why do you have a suit? You're not exactly the dress up type."

Grinning he answered, "A wise man once told me a well tailored suit is to women what lingerie is to men. Never have words rang more true, every man should own a tailored suit."

She leaned over and kissed him, "I'm inclined to agree."

The elevator finally came to a stop and the couple exited. They were walking through the casino on their way to the restaurant when Priestly noticed the stares Tish was getting. His arm snaked its way around her waist and pulled her closer. She smiled to herself when she felt Priestly pull her snugly against him. As if he has anything to worry about. She didn't think he realized how attractive he really was, especially in his suit. He was like walking sex…with a mohawk. If he hadn't been so focused on all the men staring at her he would have noticed all the women staring at him. Oh well, she wasn't complaining.

They arrived at the restaurant and sat down. Priestly stared at all the silverware and cocked an eyebrow. Tish noticed his stare and broke into giggles.

"That is a lot of silverware. It would suck so bad to work here."

Tish laughed and rolled her eyes; underneath the suit and smooth exterior he was still just Priestly, it was comforting. The waiter appeared and to Tish's amusement Priestly ordered frog legs.

"Seriously?"

He grinned, eyes twinkling with amusement. "What can I say? I'm feeling fancy. You ever try them?"

She giggled, "No."

Their appetizer arrived and when the waiter set down the plate Priestly couldn't help his hysterical laughter. He reached forward and grabbed a set off legs that were still joined together at the hip and continued laughing. Tish couldn't help but join in, his laughter was infectious. Still chuckling he held up the legs on his plate and stared at them, "It's like half the frog, this is so weird."

Tish shook her head fondly, "Well, are you going to eat it or just make it dance?"

He eyed her before he picked it up and took a bite. He chewed thoughtfully before swallowing. "Surprisingly not bad. Flaky texture, light flavor, crunchy consistency."

Tish's eyebrows lifted. "What are you, the frog connoisseur?"

His eyes lit up, "Yes! That is my new title."

She shook her head again, "You are so random."

They enjoyed their dinner, snickering quietly at the stuck up and serious people around them.

After dinner Priestly and Tish went to the roulette table, unfortunately the only two seats were on opposite sides of the table. Priestly slid into his seat and was instantly assaulted by the strong smell of top shelf whisky from the man next to him. He swallowed thickly and glanced at the glass in front of the man, the amber liquid sloshing gently in the clear tumbler. As if on cue from the devil himself a petite woman appeared behind him asking if he wanted anything to drink. Not trusting his voice he had simple shook his head and forced his attention to the table, not even looking at Tish. He felt flustered and off kilter and he hated it.

Tish felt her heart begin to thud heavily as she watched Priestly's gaze lock on to a glass in front of the man next to him. She watched as the liquid mesmerized him, knowing it was whispering evil promises to him. She hated that he wouldn't look at her. Knowing it wouldn't help to just stare at him she turned her attention to the table and waited for him to steady himself. Thankfully it didn't take too long. She watched as his shoulders slowly relaxed and he became enthralled with the game in front of him.

While playing, the man next to Priestly started to small talk with Tish, which he didn't mind at all. It was when the man asked if she wanted to accompany him to his room that he snapped to attention. He glared at the man and was just about to open his mouth when Tish began to speak. Not missing a beat she informed him that she would if her boyfriend could join them. The man had blushed and stuttered before cashing out and quickly walking away. Priestly grinned at his girlfriend and shook his head in amusement.

"So did you have a good birthday?" she asked as they entered their room.

He smiled widely, "Ya, I really did."

Tish pushed his jacket off his shoulders and pulled him by the tie to the bed. She leaned down and whispered to him, her lips brushing against his ear. "It's not over yet." Deft fingers slid his tie off his neck and began to undo his shirt buttons as she settled her self sideways on his lap. Halfway down the shirt she paused when large hands encased and stilled hers. Noticing her questioning look he cleared his throat. Now or never.

"Tish, I uh…." He rubbed the back of his neck and blew out a steadying breath. This was so much more difficult than he thought it would be.

Tish watched him carefully, waiting to hear what he was going to say. She was growing concerned, he was fidgeting like crazy. She watched him struggle for a few seconds before he tried to speak again.

"Tish I…I love you. I have for a while." He paused before saying it again. "I love you."

He stared at her face, which for once was completely expressionless. Her eyes, which normally shone bright with emotions, were blank. As the seconds ticked by he realized his worst nightmare was fast becoming a major possibility. He swallowed past the lump in his throat, trying to prepare himself somehow for the words that were sure to come.

Tish finally parted her perfect lips, "Priestly I…"