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Chapter8

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'I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees'

                        'Superman' Five For Fighting

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Chapter 8

Any Old Arms Wont Do

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"There you go." Tristan said as he walked Rory down to their table. He sat down after he had helped her get seated.

Rory checked out the place.

Tristan had brought her to a trendy downtown restaurant, which was said to be the hottest spot in town at the moment.

As Rory was checking out the restaurant, Tristan checked out Rory. She looked absolutely amazing. With that great red dress on, and her hair hanging down beautifully. She looked just great.

…But after this night he'd probably never see her again, because if everything went right tonight he'd tell her the truth about his feelings.

When Rory started talking, Tristan snapped out of his thoughts.

"What a great place! It looks so…sophisticated." She said, smiling at Tristan.

"I'm glad you like it." He answered. "We should order something to drink. What would you like?"

"Uhmm…you?" Rory mumbled under her breath, while looking at the wine card very interested.

"I'll have a glass of the white house wine." She finally decided.

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Tristan wringed his hands nervously as he tried to gather his courage.

The past few hours they had talked about her life, about his life, about life itself and about more simple things as the weather and schools. He had learned more about her, which made it just a bit harder to bring up the subject he really wanted to talk about.

"… and then all of a sudden my mother laid crying on the floor, screaming for Dirk the coffee maker…"

Tristan looked at her as she took another sip from her wine. He tried to remember the number of refills she had already had, because she looked a bit tipsy.

"Rory, maybe you should switch to a soda. I think that'll be a lot easier on your head tomorrow morning."

Rory looked at him as if he was crazy. "A soda? How old do you think I am? If I didn't think I could handle alcohol I wouldn't be drinking it." She emptied her glass in one swig. "Now excuse me, I'm gonna go powder my nose."

With that she stood up. But as soon as she stood up, she sat down again.

She looked at him stubbornly. "Or maybe I'll just wait a second."

But Tristan's concern had already awoken. "So… It's getting late, and maybe we should be heading home?"

"No, I'm fine, really! Let's just stay a little while longer, I'm having such a great time, aren't you?"  But just as she'd said that, her head started spinning and she Tristan suddenly had a twin standing beside him. Which wasn't bad at all… She was just thinking about the benefits of two Tristans as the Tristans came deliciously close and she tried to grab on of them.

"Rory" They said, grabbing her shoulders. "I'm taking you home."

"The two of you?" She asked anxiously as she tried to get up.

"…Uhmmm…. Yeah, the two of us."

He threw a bill on the table which he was sure would cover the dinner.

"Come on, lets get us a cab."

He helped Rory to get outside and into a taxi. As he gave the driver directions he checked if Rory did okay. He found she was staring outside. When he checked again a few minutes later she was asleep, her head resting against the window. He looked at her. She had the most peaceful look on her face. She looked so sweat and soft and beautiful basically. He couldn't imagine having to miss that again.

Then he remembered his goal for the evening. Having 'The Conversation'. Which they still hadn't had. He looked at her again and decided it could wait till tomorrow.

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"Rory? Rory?" Tristan said as he laid her down on the bed.

Rory mumbled something inarticulate as she slowly opened her eyes; she was still tipsy.

"I brought you home, but I really need to go home now and get some sleep myself."

She rolled to her side.

"Don't go…stay…"

"No I cant Ror."

"…had a great time… u looked hot…" She murmured as she rolled over.

Tristan smiled as he softly pulled the door shut behind him.

"So did you Mary, so did you…"

A/N: I know, I know, this wasn't one of my greatest chapters.

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