Part 4: First Dates
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Shane was wearing his "lucky" sweater. The dark brown one with the v-neck and the black stripe across the chest. He had on black chinos and black loafers. He was nervous. He was always nervous before blind dates. What if she only liked him because of the money? Because of the fame? What if she was going out with him for a job?
He shook his head, getting out of the elevator and striding towards the lobby's couch. He knew Rainbow Brite would be late, he always was, which was why Shane had told him to meet him there at five o'clock.
At five twenty Jeff wandered into the hallway. His once blue hair was now bright blonde, and new patterns were cut into the shaved part of his head. His face was clean shaven, and he had on a long sleeved black shirt, his Hardy Boyz necklace, and a pair of dark blue cargo pants. Thank god he wasn't wearing purple and green.
"Ready?" Shane asked, standing.
"Shane O'Mac, you look great," Jeff laughed, slapping the Heir Apparent on the back as they walked towards Shane's BMW.
Shane slipped the WWF soundtrack into his CD player, letting the strains of the beginning of "My Sacrifice" wash over him. The music used in the new soundtrack was more to his liking than the older stuff. He enjoyed hip hop as well, but not for getting ready for a date. He needed something to pump him up, and Creed seemed to do that very well.
Jeff got out of the car at the apartment building to buzz the girls. Shane tried to look nonchalant as he watched to see who came down. His jaw dropped when Shaelin walked over and kissed Jeff on the cheek. Jeff was grinning like a Cheshire cat as he pointed to the car.
Shaelin punched him hard in the stomach, and Shane watched as she yelled at Jeff, her face turning scarlet. The red head, whom he assumed was Noelle, was giggling at the spectacle. She put a hand on her sister's arm, and she and Jeff steered Shaelin to the car.
Jeff opened the front passenger door for Shaelin, ushering her into the car. He and Noelle climbed into the back seat.
Shane's left arm went over the back of his seat and clipped Jeff in the forehead.
"Hey, BW, what was that for?"
"You know what that was for," Shane glared at him in the rearview mirror.
"Ssh, I like this song," Shaelin skipped the track back to start over again, then turned the volume up to twenty, and adjusted the bass so the seats of the car vibrated. She rested her head on the back of the seat, signing along quietly.
Shane snuck a look out of the corner of his eye at the brunette seated beside him. Gutsy, even if it was just telling them to be quiet, and adjusting his CD player and radio to her liking. Most girls just sit quietly in the passenger seat, asking polite questions. Shaelin wanted to enjoy Creed.
He smiled, pulling his gaze back to the road leading to the Italian restaurant that Jeff had picked out.
Shane had to give Jeff credit, the restaurant was fabulous. It was elegant, without seeming snobbish. Candles were resting in the mouths of empty wine bottles at each table, and antique chairs were set up to give it an "old world" feel.
Shane took Shaelin's jacket, hanging it in the closet at the front of the restaurant. She looked stunning, a knee length black dress, with tasteful diamond stud earrings and a matching diamond pendant around her neck, nestled in her cleavage. But, on her feet, were her boots. He smiled. "You look beautiful," he told her.
"Thank you," Shaelin smiled shyly. "Noelle dressed me. But I refused to give up my boots. I'd likely kill myself in her heels."
She nodded to her sister. Noelle was wearing a dark red halter dress that clung down to her ankles, with matching heels. A ruby hung around her throat, and matching tear drop earring dangled from her ears.
"You look better, anyway," Shane whispered, truly meaning it. She didn't have to wear revealing or glamorous clothing to look glamorous. that was what she was, without even trying.
"Um, thanks," Shaelin gave him a strange look, following the maitre d' to the table. She sat before Shane had a chance to pull her chair out for her.
Noelle waited for Jeff to pull her chair out before sitting down. She adeptly ordered two bottles of wine in fluent Italian, one red and one white. She smiled at Shaelin.
"I got the red wine you like," she told her. "Oakstone Cellars."
"Oakstone Cellars? Isn't that out of the Niagara region?" Shane looked at his date, trying to start up a conversation.
"Yes, it is,"
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Shane was wearing his "lucky" sweater. The dark brown one with the v-neck and the black stripe across the chest. He had on black chinos and black loafers. He was nervous. He was always nervous before blind dates. What if she only liked him because of the money? Because of the fame? What if she was going out with him for a job?
He shook his head, getting out of the elevator and striding towards the lobby's couch. He knew Rainbow Brite would be late, he always was, which was why Shane had told him to meet him there at five o'clock.
At five twenty Jeff wandered into the hallway. His once blue hair was now bright blonde, and new patterns were cut into the shaved part of his head. His face was clean shaven, and he had on a long sleeved black shirt, his Hardy Boyz necklace, and a pair of dark blue cargo pants. Thank god he wasn't wearing purple and green.
"Ready?" Shane asked, standing.
"Shane O'Mac, you look great," Jeff laughed, slapping the Heir Apparent on the back as they walked towards Shane's BMW.
Shane slipped the WWF soundtrack into his CD player, letting the strains of the beginning of "My Sacrifice" wash over him. The music used in the new soundtrack was more to his liking than the older stuff. He enjoyed hip hop as well, but not for getting ready for a date. He needed something to pump him up, and Creed seemed to do that very well.
Jeff got out of the car at the apartment building to buzz the girls. Shane tried to look nonchalant as he watched to see who came down. His jaw dropped when Shaelin walked over and kissed Jeff on the cheek. Jeff was grinning like a Cheshire cat as he pointed to the car.
Shaelin punched him hard in the stomach, and Shane watched as she yelled at Jeff, her face turning scarlet. The red head, whom he assumed was Noelle, was giggling at the spectacle. She put a hand on her sister's arm, and she and Jeff steered Shaelin to the car.
Jeff opened the front passenger door for Shaelin, ushering her into the car. He and Noelle climbed into the back seat.
Shane's left arm went over the back of his seat and clipped Jeff in the forehead.
"Hey, BW, what was that for?"
"You know what that was for," Shane glared at him in the rearview mirror.
"Ssh, I like this song," Shaelin skipped the track back to start over again, then turned the volume up to twenty, and adjusted the bass so the seats of the car vibrated. She rested her head on the back of the seat, signing along quietly.
Shane snuck a look out of the corner of his eye at the brunette seated beside him. Gutsy, even if it was just telling them to be quiet, and adjusting his CD player and radio to her liking. Most girls just sit quietly in the passenger seat, asking polite questions. Shaelin wanted to enjoy Creed.
He smiled, pulling his gaze back to the road leading to the Italian restaurant that Jeff had picked out.
Shane had to give Jeff credit, the restaurant was fabulous. It was elegant, without seeming snobbish. Candles were resting in the mouths of empty wine bottles at each table, and antique chairs were set up to give it an "old world" feel.
Shane took Shaelin's jacket, hanging it in the closet at the front of the restaurant. She looked stunning, a knee length black dress, with tasteful diamond stud earrings and a matching diamond pendant around her neck, nestled in her cleavage. But, on her feet, were her boots. He smiled. "You look beautiful," he told her.
"Thank you," Shaelin smiled shyly. "Noelle dressed me. But I refused to give up my boots. I'd likely kill myself in her heels."
She nodded to her sister. Noelle was wearing a dark red halter dress that clung down to her ankles, with matching heels. A ruby hung around her throat, and matching tear drop earring dangled from her ears.
"You look better, anyway," Shane whispered, truly meaning it. She didn't have to wear revealing or glamorous clothing to look glamorous. that was what she was, without even trying.
"Um, thanks," Shaelin gave him a strange look, following the maitre d' to the table. She sat before Shane had a chance to pull her chair out for her.
Noelle waited for Jeff to pull her chair out before sitting down. She adeptly ordered two bottles of wine in fluent Italian, one red and one white. She smiled at Shaelin.
"I got the red wine you like," she told her. "Oakstone Cellars."
"Oakstone Cellars? Isn't that out of the Niagara region?" Shane looked at his date, trying to start up a conversation.
"Yes, it is,"
