Two Sides; One Story
By: Lady-Evie
First Date
P.O.V. Rick O'Connell
Part Two
"I thought you said you couldn't dance." Evelyn sighed as she leaned her head on my shoulder. "You're doing wonderfully."
"Thanks," I mumbled. I was surprised I could speak at all. Evelyn being this close and personal was pure heaven. I could have stayed like this forever...
"Uh... Rick?" she said rather quickly.
"Yeah?" I glanced down at her. She had her eyes locked on something. Something to the right of us. I turned my attention to where she was looking.
As I turned my head, I felt us collide with something. A moment later I had a pounding in my head and found myself on the floor. I bet you anything Evelyn won't tell anyone the position we happen to fall in. I was on my back on the floor and she... well she was on top of me. That's all I'm sayin'.
When I looked at her she gazed down at me; this caused our eyes to meet. I felt myself blush as I noticed she too turned a light shade of pink. I was about to ask her if she was all right when I realized it wasn't only our position she was blushing about.
The guy we happen to run into was speaking, what sounded like Arabic, to Evelyn. I didn't get any of what the squirt was sayin,' but I knew it wasn't anything good. So me being well... me jumped up and grabbed the guy by the scruff of his neck.
"Who the hell do you think you are, running into us?" I demanded. He hiccupped into my face, making me realize what the situation was. This guy had really filled himself up.
He mumbled a few words in a pathetic tone. Probably cursing at me or somethin'; my grip became tighter. I was about to punch his lights out when:
"Rick, dear, put him down."
Heh, if anyone could understand this guy it was Evelyn.
"What did he say to you, Evelyn?" I demanded. I hope this guy had a good doctor.
"Nothing you should think twice about now put him down." I felt the anger in her voice.
"Evelyn, tell me what he said." I new she was mad, but nothing she could say or do could stop me from creaming this pipsqueak.
"Rick, you put him down now, or I'll never speak to you again!"
I stand corrected.
I froze for a moment, unsure of what to do, and then I slowly put him down. This weasel had been touched by an angel.
The dweeb ran off with his girlfriend, leaving Evelyn, me, and a crowd of about 200 people. Where did they come from?
I turned back to Evelyn who was now giving me one of her death glares. It literally sends a chill down my spine. Cripes, I'm in trouble now. She turns, and leaves without saying another word.
~~
Thirty seconds later, I'm standing outside; about half a yard from my car. I'm still debating as to whether I should get in or not. Evelyn seems really mad. I guess I'll do what every ex-legionnaire does when he's been gotten the best of:
Beg for mercy.
I open the car door and get in. She doesn't bother to look at me, which I expected. She instead speaks coldly.
"Please take me home." I know I'm doing badly when she wants the night to end early. I guess I'd better apologize while I can.
"Evie..."
"I don't want to here it. If you intend to handle the rest of the evening as you did in there, then there is no use in continuing this."
Ouch, that's harsh.
"But-"
"Do you know how embarrassing that was? To-To have all those people staring at me? Do you even care that you may have just ruined my reputation?"
Reputation? She has a reputation?
"I know, but-"
"You know, they'll probably never let us in there again! I've never been kicked out of a place! I swear O'Connell if-"
She had gotten me once tonight, I wasn't gonna let it happen again. I kissed her. And it must have worked because she kissed me back. Man, I love Evelyn's kisses. They really get to me. Hell, I'm surprised she hasn't used them as my weak spot. Keep this under your hat, mind you.
I pulled away slowly, looking into her amber eyes. I love her eyes, too. They always seem to pull me in. Kind of like an invisible force. One that-
Ugh, slap me. I'm turning into Shakespeare.
"Calm down, I was just gonna apologize." I chuckled. Her reply was one of her trademark 'Ooh's'. She's been doing these since we met, and Jonathan assures me she's even done it before that.
She crossed her arms over her chest.
"I can never seem to stay mad at you."
"Yeah, I know," I kiss her on the head and smile suddenly, for an idea pops into my head. "Lemme make this up to you." She rolls her eyes in annoyance, and asks how I plan to do that.
"Just trust me," I assure her.
~~
I said I had an idea, but I didn't say it was a good one.
There's a restaurant down the street from where we were. It's one of those fancy places with prices that put a hole in your pocket. You know cloth napkins and French guys with pointy mustaches. It is a nice place, though, and I figure if I spend a lot on Evelyn, she'd be at least grateful.
She's gotta funny way of showing her gratitude.
"I'll have a sixteen ounce steak, medium rare please." I did a double take as Evelyn gave the menu to the waiter. A sixteen ounce steak?
"Hon, you sure that's what you want?" I tried to be sincere. She nodded,
"Yes, why?"
"Well, that's a lot of food. You think you can eat that much?"
"Of course, Rick." She seemed sure of herself; I should have quit while I was ahead.
"Are you positive?" She was getting that irritated look, and I know Irritated Evelyn is everyone's enemy. I had walked right into another fight; luckily though, this one took only a few minutes. I suddenly stopped however, when I realized the waiter was still, well... waiting.
"Okay then. If that's what you want." Evelyn nodded her approval. Before the waiter walked away though, I tugged on his shirt and motioned him to come closer, and he did just that.
"Hey, give her an eight ounce. See, she's had a lot of wine this evening." Yeah, I know, it was mean, but I forgot to mention to her I only had a couple of twenty's left in my wallet. Apparently, I had less money than I thought. The skinny man nodded as he backed away narrowing his eyes at my date.
Oops.
"What did you tell him?" Evelyn asked carefully.
"Just that..." I need something believable, or I could call this a night.
"Well?" she cocked her head to the side.
"...that it's our first date." I finished. Yeah, that's believable.
"That was sweet." Her eyes softened.
She bought it?
We sat there in silence for a few moments. Neither of us looked at each other. Figuring there was going to be no speaking until the food arrived, I placed my hands in my pocket and sighed. Then I felt it.
Or rather felt where it should be. I thought I was going to be sick. I felt all around in the pocket I supposedly put it in, but my small treasure was no where to be found. Unless...
Wait!
I know! I placed it in my back pocket so I wouldn't lose it. Sighing in relief I wrapped my hand around the item and held it close. No way was I going to let this slip out of my grasp, much like our date for example. But things could only get better for me; I had a feeling, especially since I had something big up my sleeve.
Or rather, in my pocket.
****Author's Notes**** Dun, Dun, Duh! Hey, I was wondering, did anyone catch the line from TMR? I put it in here by accident. So, see if you can find it. Hopefully, I'll finish this in the next chapter. I'm thinking I'll combine both points of view to make things interesting. You know to review, right?
Lady-Evie
By: Lady-Evie
First Date
P.O.V. Rick O'Connell
Part Two
"I thought you said you couldn't dance." Evelyn sighed as she leaned her head on my shoulder. "You're doing wonderfully."
"Thanks," I mumbled. I was surprised I could speak at all. Evelyn being this close and personal was pure heaven. I could have stayed like this forever...
"Uh... Rick?" she said rather quickly.
"Yeah?" I glanced down at her. She had her eyes locked on something. Something to the right of us. I turned my attention to where she was looking.
As I turned my head, I felt us collide with something. A moment later I had a pounding in my head and found myself on the floor. I bet you anything Evelyn won't tell anyone the position we happen to fall in. I was on my back on the floor and she... well she was on top of me. That's all I'm sayin'.
When I looked at her she gazed down at me; this caused our eyes to meet. I felt myself blush as I noticed she too turned a light shade of pink. I was about to ask her if she was all right when I realized it wasn't only our position she was blushing about.
The guy we happen to run into was speaking, what sounded like Arabic, to Evelyn. I didn't get any of what the squirt was sayin,' but I knew it wasn't anything good. So me being well... me jumped up and grabbed the guy by the scruff of his neck.
"Who the hell do you think you are, running into us?" I demanded. He hiccupped into my face, making me realize what the situation was. This guy had really filled himself up.
He mumbled a few words in a pathetic tone. Probably cursing at me or somethin'; my grip became tighter. I was about to punch his lights out when:
"Rick, dear, put him down."
Heh, if anyone could understand this guy it was Evelyn.
"What did he say to you, Evelyn?" I demanded. I hope this guy had a good doctor.
"Nothing you should think twice about now put him down." I felt the anger in her voice.
"Evelyn, tell me what he said." I new she was mad, but nothing she could say or do could stop me from creaming this pipsqueak.
"Rick, you put him down now, or I'll never speak to you again!"
I stand corrected.
I froze for a moment, unsure of what to do, and then I slowly put him down. This weasel had been touched by an angel.
The dweeb ran off with his girlfriend, leaving Evelyn, me, and a crowd of about 200 people. Where did they come from?
I turned back to Evelyn who was now giving me one of her death glares. It literally sends a chill down my spine. Cripes, I'm in trouble now. She turns, and leaves without saying another word.
~~
Thirty seconds later, I'm standing outside; about half a yard from my car. I'm still debating as to whether I should get in or not. Evelyn seems really mad. I guess I'll do what every ex-legionnaire does when he's been gotten the best of:
Beg for mercy.
I open the car door and get in. She doesn't bother to look at me, which I expected. She instead speaks coldly.
"Please take me home." I know I'm doing badly when she wants the night to end early. I guess I'd better apologize while I can.
"Evie..."
"I don't want to here it. If you intend to handle the rest of the evening as you did in there, then there is no use in continuing this."
Ouch, that's harsh.
"But-"
"Do you know how embarrassing that was? To-To have all those people staring at me? Do you even care that you may have just ruined my reputation?"
Reputation? She has a reputation?
"I know, but-"
"You know, they'll probably never let us in there again! I've never been kicked out of a place! I swear O'Connell if-"
She had gotten me once tonight, I wasn't gonna let it happen again. I kissed her. And it must have worked because she kissed me back. Man, I love Evelyn's kisses. They really get to me. Hell, I'm surprised she hasn't used them as my weak spot. Keep this under your hat, mind you.
I pulled away slowly, looking into her amber eyes. I love her eyes, too. They always seem to pull me in. Kind of like an invisible force. One that-
Ugh, slap me. I'm turning into Shakespeare.
"Calm down, I was just gonna apologize." I chuckled. Her reply was one of her trademark 'Ooh's'. She's been doing these since we met, and Jonathan assures me she's even done it before that.
She crossed her arms over her chest.
"I can never seem to stay mad at you."
"Yeah, I know," I kiss her on the head and smile suddenly, for an idea pops into my head. "Lemme make this up to you." She rolls her eyes in annoyance, and asks how I plan to do that.
"Just trust me," I assure her.
~~
I said I had an idea, but I didn't say it was a good one.
There's a restaurant down the street from where we were. It's one of those fancy places with prices that put a hole in your pocket. You know cloth napkins and French guys with pointy mustaches. It is a nice place, though, and I figure if I spend a lot on Evelyn, she'd be at least grateful.
She's gotta funny way of showing her gratitude.
"I'll have a sixteen ounce steak, medium rare please." I did a double take as Evelyn gave the menu to the waiter. A sixteen ounce steak?
"Hon, you sure that's what you want?" I tried to be sincere. She nodded,
"Yes, why?"
"Well, that's a lot of food. You think you can eat that much?"
"Of course, Rick." She seemed sure of herself; I should have quit while I was ahead.
"Are you positive?" She was getting that irritated look, and I know Irritated Evelyn is everyone's enemy. I had walked right into another fight; luckily though, this one took only a few minutes. I suddenly stopped however, when I realized the waiter was still, well... waiting.
"Okay then. If that's what you want." Evelyn nodded her approval. Before the waiter walked away though, I tugged on his shirt and motioned him to come closer, and he did just that.
"Hey, give her an eight ounce. See, she's had a lot of wine this evening." Yeah, I know, it was mean, but I forgot to mention to her I only had a couple of twenty's left in my wallet. Apparently, I had less money than I thought. The skinny man nodded as he backed away narrowing his eyes at my date.
Oops.
"What did you tell him?" Evelyn asked carefully.
"Just that..." I need something believable, or I could call this a night.
"Well?" she cocked her head to the side.
"...that it's our first date." I finished. Yeah, that's believable.
"That was sweet." Her eyes softened.
She bought it?
We sat there in silence for a few moments. Neither of us looked at each other. Figuring there was going to be no speaking until the food arrived, I placed my hands in my pocket and sighed. Then I felt it.
Or rather felt where it should be. I thought I was going to be sick. I felt all around in the pocket I supposedly put it in, but my small treasure was no where to be found. Unless...
Wait!
I know! I placed it in my back pocket so I wouldn't lose it. Sighing in relief I wrapped my hand around the item and held it close. No way was I going to let this slip out of my grasp, much like our date for example. But things could only get better for me; I had a feeling, especially since I had something big up my sleeve.
Or rather, in my pocket.
****Author's Notes**** Dun, Dun, Duh! Hey, I was wondering, did anyone catch the line from TMR? I put it in here by accident. So, see if you can find it. Hopefully, I'll finish this in the next chapter. I'm thinking I'll combine both points of view to make things interesting. You know to review, right?
Lady-Evie