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Post by mimiriter on Oct 9, 2011 5:06:41 GMT 10
Mimi wasn't a patient person- that was the precise reason that she was already sitting at the bar, a glass of wine in her hand, despite the fact that her date had yet to arrive. She wasn't fretting. It had been her decision to take separate cars, after all. She?d long since learned that if the date went bad, she wouldn't want to be at the mercy of the very person she was trying to escape from just to get home. And, well, if things went well, if she had her car, she wouldn't have to walk home in the morning and vice versa. She was pretty confident in the potential that this date had- she?d gotten along with Luke quite well back at the hospital, so there wasn't any reason why she should believe that she'd be going home alone tonight.
Dressed in just one of her many 'little black dresses' and a pair of heels, she was making polite small talk with the bartender (who she vaguely knew from previous outings) and making sure he knew what kind of drink he should keep shooting her way. She had already made a silent vow not to overdo it with the alcohol tonight, although she wasn't really sure how well that would keep up. She could hold her own when alone in her apartment but when she was out, she had a bad habit of drinking a little too much for comfort. It probably wasn't the safest, considering she was so tiny, but she didn't often listen to reason.
A sigh slipped from her lips and she straightened herself, peering around, looking for Luke.
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Post by jess1z1 on Oct 11, 2011 9:22:27 GMT 10
 The halls of the hospital were no different from the high school halls. Every staff member, be it doctor, nurse or janitor, had heard about how Dr. Pratt had been flirting with some patient in the ER. And that evening, watching him leave the building at the end of his shift in a nice shirt instead of the usual t-shirt, well, to say it stirred up a buzz was putting it mildly. But he’d scurried off before any of his friends could approach him and ask what the hell it was all about. Luke was just going out for drinks with a (very sexy) (lady) friend. Which pretty much translates into sex. And the pressure that came with his colleagues knowing about this was not welcome. It’s not like he was getting into a relationship. He just needed a distraction from his thoughts, which had a tendency to wander towards his ex wife, those little backstabbing pricks. But that wasn’t the only reason to hurry out the double doors, seeing as how he’d gotten caught up in the OR a bit longer than anticipated.
“Sorry I’m late. I had this weirdo coming in today faking crazy shooting pains somewhere near the crotch and taking up a perfectly good bed just to talk nonstop.”
Well, Mimi looked hot. He had spotted her almost since setting foot in the place because, frankly, she looked pretty spottable in that dress. Luke took a seat next to her at the bar and asked the bartender for a glass of whatever she was having.
“Tryin’ to get in my pants too. Don’t you hate when that happens?”
The dim lights, the glass of wine being set in front of him, how close Mimi was sitting or maybe her lip gloss, whatever the reason, but it was a nice change to be keeping himself busy without cutting someone open or getting hammered at home.
“How’s the world of French teaching? Got any kids arrested yet?”
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Post by mimiriter on Oct 12, 2011 10:01:47 GMT 10
Mimi heard the voice and she glanced up, a smile appearing on her face. She straightened, twisting herself around to look at him. With a vaguely amused expression, she watched him as he took a seat. ”Sounds like a rough day,” she smirked, raising an eyebrow. ”Hope he was handsome, at least. I hate it when ugly men ask me to fix their crotch problem. Happens all the time.” She shot him a wink, raising the glass of wine to her lips to take a sip. Glancing down other phone to check the time, she shrugged. ”I’d get iffy with you about being late but that shirt looks good on you so I’ll let you slide.” Eyeing him for a second, Mimi came to the conclusion that he did, indeed, look good. And they hadn’t had an awkward greeting, which was also good. Thus far, things were pointing towards at least a night of fun, if not anything further. It was going to be glorious.
Chuckling slightly, she shrugged. ”Mm, no. None arrested. Got one laid, though, maybe. I mean, she asked me for advice about how to get this guy and you know me. I give great advice. I’m also an amazing teacher.” Mimi grinned proudly, straightening her spine. A few seconds of thought and the smile temporarily slid from her face. ”Oh, wait. I might’ve gotten them arrested. I don’t think I did. I might’ve told them about Occupy Wall Street and the protest in Boston. And I think some of them went down. And then I think like, fifty people got arrested. But like, I haven’t gotten angry calls yet.” A pause, and then, ”We’ll see Monday.” Welp.
Shaking it off, she turned the subject back onto him. ”I’d ask you about your medical duties but you’re out on a date with me so obviously you’re doing great.” Smirking to show she was kidding, she raised her eyebrows and took another sip of wine.
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Post by jess1z1 on Oct 13, 2011 3:03:58 GMT 10
Luke laughed and grabbed his glass from the counter and took a drink. “Why, thank you for your benevolence. I’d never dream of disappointing you and risk punishment if not for looking worthy of that black dress of yours.”
He was resting one elbow on the dark granite surface with his body turned to face Mimi. The bar was full enough that they had to get a bit close in order to hear each other properly.
“Several of them arrested and one laid, huh? I say that’s an accomplishment deserving of a toast,” Luke commented raising his glass to her, “This country needs more teachers like Mimi Riter if we want to beat China. The only calls you’ll be getting are congratulatory, I don’t see it any other way.”
Taking another drink, Luke gave up any prior strategies for pacing himself as the bartender glided over and proceeded to earn his tip by refilling both of their glasses already. Why not, anyway? Things were turning out fun enough on their own, so there was no reason not to let go. He had a feeling it may be him who would have to keep up with Mimi as it was in a regular conversation with her already.
“Actually, I left a guy half maimed on the table because I feared the shirt wouldn’t get me off the hook if I was any later. Other than that, I kicked ass today, thanks for asking,” he said turning playfully serious. He continued, “So, you neither look nor sound like a Boondock Saint or we wouldn’t be on this date. I take it Massachusetts wasn’t always home either, was it? How did you end up in the bustling--just exciting streets of Capeside?”
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Post by mimiriter on Oct 17, 2011 5:29:36 GMT 10
Mimi liked bar environments for dates. Dinner, she felt, was an awkward place to go when she figured only sex would come out of it. If things were to go badly, she would have to sit through food and obtaining the check and it was too quiet of a place, usually, to risk making a scene by just getting up and leaving. Plus, what was sexy about food? Nothing, that was what. When it was just going out for drinks, how long they stayed was up to them. No one would pay attention if things went sour and she had to take drastic measures to get out of there, and she could cut herself off after just a few drinks if she really felt the need. Plus, alcohol always did wonders to get her through something, so there was that. But she also liked how, if things were going well (as they seemed to be with Luke), close proximity was necessary- she liked to be close to people (although she often denied that fact) and she liked how sex seemed to be an even higher possibility. Grinning, she responded to his comment with a, ”You really do like this dress, don’t you?”
Shaking her head, she continued, ”I don’t know if I actually got them arrested, although I like your way of thinking. Everyone should be like me. The world would be awesome if everyone were like me,” she smirked, raising her glass as well before downing the rest of it, nodding to the bartender for a refill.
Mimi chuckled, cocking her head to the side as she looked at him curiously. ”Have maimed on a table? Same guy trying to get into your pants? God, you’re harsh,” she commented, then nodded slightly as he began to inquire about her life. ”Ah, Massachusetts hasn’t been home for even a year yet, actually. I lived in a small town in England until I was a teenager, and then I moved to Staten Island for about three years. Graduated, went to college in Manhattan, and… Was there until about July. How about you?”
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Post by jess1z1 on Oct 18, 2011 4:36:17 GMT 10
“What’s not to like about the dress? Although I’d call it an improvement if it was lying on the floor of my bedroom,” Luke joked, “I swear that sounded a lot less frat boy in my head,” he laughed while raising the glass to his lips, “I was trying not to make it seem as though I’ve forgotten all about social interaction in Western civilization, but I can’t lie. I’m rusty. Luckily, you seem to dominate the subject well enough for the both of us.”
Really, how long has it been since he dated or had a one night stand or a fling? Not since Ruth, so… a few years ago. Not to mention the past two years had been completely lacking in casual going outs except for a visit to one of the local bars every once in a while. Even then, opportunities to get laid were slim over there; Luke hadn’t really considered this part until, after about a few months of celibacy, it hit him that it was the longest time period he’d spent like that since his teenage years. After that he knew there was nothing he wasn’t capable of.
“You’ve been around. That explains a lot,” teased Luke, “I actually haven’t always called Capeside home either. I moved here from California to do my internship and then just never left. Well, I did take a break from it to go to Africa two years ago. Just been back a couple weeks in fact. Which, I’m sure, explains a lot,” he said, “New York, though, Mimi? Why come here? I always considered moving there to do a fellowship or something. Why Capeside over Manhattan? Running from the cops, are ya?”
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Post by mimiriter on Nov 8, 2011 15:05:02 GMT 10
Although pretty amused by his statement (as displayed by her responding laugh), Mimi’s eyebrows quipped and she backhanded his arm. ”You forget how to function so you resort to frat boy? Christ, Pratt. That sounded like something you’d get off of a bad pick up line web site.” Taking a sip of her drink, she let silence fall for a few moments before adding, ”Although it is black, so it goes pretty well with most carpet. Unless you’re one of those men with brown carpet. If so, you might as well suggest we end this night back at my place, if that indeed is where it takes us.” Alright, she wasn’t going to be subtle. Why should she? She highly doubted this guy was going to fall in love with her or anything, and most nights like this ended up with sex. She wasn’t going to tread around that subject like they were “just going with the flow.” No, she was going to get tipsy and giddy and eventually they’d decide to “get out of there” and she highly doubted she was going to just get a kiss on the cheek goodnight. If they didn’t have sex, whatever- she wouldn’t be bent out of shape about it. But she wasn’t going to be unrealistic and expect it not to happen, either.
Shooting him a playful glare at his comment that she’d “been around”, she raised the glass to her lips in order to keep silent while he recounted his own travels. ”Really? That sounds interesting, actually. California and Africa- it seems like you’ve been busy. Also explains your terrible pick-up line. What were you doing in Africa? Healing people and shit, I presume, but you know. Give me dirty details.” Mimi shrugged a little. ”New York couldn’t handle me so I thought I’d see how Capeside would fare.” Smirking, she shrugged. ”I’m pretty badass.”
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