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Post by robbs on Feb 19, 2009 13:28:05 GMT
Upon reaching the bar, Logan withdrew his arm from Emmaline's to guide her in through the door that he held open for her. By now Hayden knew the drill, slipping in behind Emma then settling down right besides the door. He wasn't allowed anywhere else, just having him there by the door was the most Logan was able to negotiate. Logan followed en suite, looking up at the empty stage and few people around them. The bars weren't fully active around this time but they would fill up by tonight hopefully.
Warmer in here for you?
He asked, now walking beside Emma as they walked towards one of the tables nearest to the bar where drinks were mainly served. He took out a chair for her, waiting for her to take the seat. You didn't have anythin' on you unless you had some manners. He'd had that lesson from his mother, and it was one of few pieces of advice he took from her.
I can wrangle up a hot chocolate with little marshmallows if you'd like. Otherwise, take your pick.
He was still standing, reading to head over to the bar to get them their drinks, but was waiting patiently with a casual stance. His eyes were gentled and his smile warm. She was damn pretty and any other guy would be smitten with her, but all Logan could do was smile and it didn't even hurt yet.
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Post by Emmaline on Mar 4, 2009 20:37:25 GMT
Emma smiled and went through the door then. ”Thanks.” She said as she walked through. He was so much nicer than most of the guys she’d known all her life. Most of them would let her get the door herself, not hold it open for her. Emma watched the dog for a moment to see what it was going to do and she thought it was so cool that it just sat there, it knew what to do. Emma looked around the bar once they got in there, it was nice, especially for a bar. She noticed it wasn’t that full but figured it wouldn’t be for the time of day. She followed behind Logan though. ”Yes much warmer.” She said smiling and laughing a little.
She went with Logan, not sure where to go since she’d never really been here before. She’d truthfully never even been in a bar before. Her brother was strongly against drinking and because of her parents so was she for that matter. She smiled when he pulled the chair out for her. ”Thank you.” She said sitting down then. She definitely wasn’t used to having guys pull chairs out for her, in her world those type of men never existed before. She looked at him then when he talked. ”That actually sounds really good. I’ll stick with that.” She said smiling and nodding slightly. Emma was surprised at how much she liked him already, she couldn’t believe she’d been so trusting with him so fast. But she knew even if she just wanted to be friends with him she’d have to tell him sooner or later about her past, well at least some of it.
OOC: sorry it took so long for me to reply I've been sick and then really tired because of having to stay after school almost everyday for the past like month and everythings been so crazy. it's insane.
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Post by robbs on Mar 5, 2009 15:05:09 GMT
No prob.
He replied as she thanked him for pulling the chair out for her. His modest smile told the truth of a true gentlemen. Logan, having offered her a specific drink, waited for the answer. Once he got in he winked.
Cool. Comin' right up.
Logan took only four strides to reach the bar, leaning against the counter as he did so. He looked behind the bar at the storage shelves below.
Blake? You under here, man?
A head popped up, seeing Logan, then revealing himself fully. He put a couple of glasses on the counter that he had had in his hand, dropping his cloth which was hanging on his belt.
"Fire away."
Blake said.
A hot chocolate with the mini marshmallows for my friend and I'll have a soda.
Logan himself wasn't a great drinker. In fact he had only had selected beers before, but otherwise avoided them. It was like a complex in his head. He simply refused to drink it to keep in top form, despite the fact that it didn't harm his sports too much. He just worked in bars because it was easy to get a job. He didn't regret leaving the carpentry business he had worked at, you know, the one that his friend had set up, but he might sooner or later. What Logan secretly wanted to do was become a cop. Some kind of guy in the law enforcement region. Now that would be awesome.
Logan headed back to where Emmaline was sitting, taking up a seat beside her and relaxing against the back of his chair. He was sitting so that he could watch Hayden, whom had only broken the rules once before, and that wasn't even in this town.
So, where did you come from? And just stop me if I'm intruding on your private business.
He asked, putting in the suggestion so that she could put up the warning lights for him if need be. Getting Logan to talk about his own past wasn't particularly difficult - he just wouldn't bring it up if you didn't ask. But if you did, he would hesitate, scuff his shoes a bit, maybe sigh, run a hand through or his hair...it all depended. He never felt great about talking about his mother or his father (whom he didn't know) but he would eventually say something.
OOC: Don't worry about it. I know exactly how you feel. This year is /hectic/.  |
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Post by Emmaline on Apr 6, 2009 18:58:01 GMT
Emma smiled at him. She really liked Logan, he was incredibly nice. She couldn’t see how he could be so different from all the guys she’d met in her life before this. She did know that if she wanted to keep spending time with him she’d have to tell him at least some of her past sooner or later, she wasn’t looking forward to that though. She smiled and nodded when he said her drink was coming right up. Emma watched him as he walked over to the bar and started talking, although she wasn’t sure who he was talking to. She then realized someone had been under the bar when they stood up. She smiled slightly to herself, still watching him.
Emma put a hand on her stomach as a wave of nausea suddenly hit her. She took a few deep breaths, trying to feel better. She hated the morning sickness that lasted all day, why couldn’t she just get sick in the morning and that be it. At least she hadn’t thrown up in awhile though. The nausea quickly passed though, but she didn’t move he hand quiet yet. Emma saw Logan come back then and she moved her hand off her stomach again. She knew she’d put it there absent-mindedly before and she wondered why he hadn’t asked about it, but she was grateful he hadn’t. She watched him sit down and listened to his question. That question wasn’t bad, it was ones that could come later that worried her. ”That’s ok. I moved here from New York City. I lived with my brother and I just needed a change in scenery.” Emma said shrugging.
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