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Oct 20, 2015 0:20:50 GMT -5
Post by Marcus Drago on Oct 20, 2015 0:20:50 GMT -5
"So yesterday must have been wonderful to you. To be honest, it was for me too.. well except the almost dying part," Bethany said.
"What? I almost died? I hadn't even noticed," Marcus replied. Of course, he was being fully sarcastic. Last night was actually hell on earth for Marcus, the only best part being when he met Bethany. If that hadn't happened, he would've probably spent the rest of his night venting all his anger on the nearest vampires he could find, using them as target practice. However, he found other ways to let go of his tension, and now he was at piece with himself. Some people wouldn't be able to tell, though, since he rarely smiled while out in the open. He always needed to carry that mean look since it was the best ward against friendly and unfriendly people.
When they moved to the receptionist, Marcus nodded to the woman, giving her the keys to their room. Beth shyly nodded at the receptionist's question, and Marcus noticed how cute she looked.
"We might need to come back for tonight, so keep the room clean for us, will you?"
The receptionist agreed that she would try, though didn't promise much.
When Bethany and Marcus walked outside, Marcus instantly noticed that he was incredibly lost in this city. Bethany asked where they were going, but Marcus had absolutely no clue. New York was a giant place with possibly too many choices for a morning date. He pulled out his phone and started his searches. Soon, he came across a diner that was near where they were.
Marcus showed Bethany his phone, that mapped out where the diner would be found. "The place is called Evergreen Diner. It's near us. You prepared to walk?"
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Oct 20, 2015 17:10:04 GMT -5
Post by Bethany Barone on Oct 20, 2015 17:10:04 GMT -5
When he told the receptionist that they might be spending another night in the room together, Bethany's mind was thinking "Another night of amazing sex? Yes please!" but she kept those thoughts inside her head as she kept calm on the outside.
Once they were outside Marcus took out his phone and did a search for a diner, and asked if she was ready to walk. Her body was sore from the events that had occurred the previous night, both life threatening and fun in the bedroom, but a casual paced walk would be nice. She gave him a nod and if he let her, Bethany would take his hand before they set off in the direction of the diner.
Bethany enjoyed the short walk to the diner taking in the fresh air, and occasionally glancing over to the eye candy at her side. She knew they were almost there when she started smelling food in the air.
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Oct 20, 2015 22:19:54 GMT -5
Post by Marcus Drago on Oct 20, 2015 22:19:54 GMT -5
Marcus didn't mind this much. He walked side by side with Bethany, holding onto her hands like an actual couple would. It felt very nice. The air was as refreshing as New York air could be, the sun was shining, people were pleasantly acting to each other as well, which was a big surprise when it was happening in New York. Marcus very much liked this day. It was a fucking great day.
When He began to smell food he knew that they were getting closer. He sniffed the air and laughed a little. It didn't hurt him to smile, and it wouldn't hurt him for a long time. "Smells much better than my cooking," he quipped. "Which, trust me, is something you never want to taste. One of my friends took a bite of some chili I made, it had him in the restroom for hours. When he came out he blamed me for completely destroying his stomach."
Marcus laughed again, thinking back to that one time when he actually had good friends. It happened so long ago that he nearly forgot. That friendship was so grand, though, that he still remembered their names and faces. There was Rico, the Hispanic funny man who always seemed to make everyone laugh, and Danny, an African American that was as serious as Marcus was. That damn Danny... He was goodness in its very definition. In the end, though, it was that goodness that led to his suicide. Good men should never kill, not if they couldn't handle it. Rico on the other hand; Rico was the opposite of good. In the end he died the old fashion way, too many drugs and too many enemies. They were both probably the only friends Marcus would ever have, and they were damn good friends.
At their remembrance Marcus held Bethany's hand tightly. Realizing what he as doing, Marcus lessened his grip. "Sorry," he said. "Too many memories went by in my head."
When they finally arrived at the diner, Marcus released Bethany's hand to open the door for her. The inside air pushed blissful aromas into his nose. Marcus could smell bacon, eggs, sausages, toasts, and pancakes just waiting for him to devour them. After enjoying every delectable part of Bethany, Marcus had worked up a heavy appetite. And even though he wanted to enjoy more of her physical form, he was also starting to like her psychological thinking as well. Although, he still knew little about her, and wouldn't know for sure if he enjoyed her body more than her until he got to truly know her.
Marcus walked to the front counter of the diner, reading the menu. He didn't know what he wanted, but he knew that he wanted something now, so he ordered anything. "I'll have a pancake, just regular, with a ham and cheese omelet and a side of sausage. For a drink, get me some coffee, please. And surprise me with its kind." He then looked towards Bethany, if she was near him, and asked, "What are you getting?"
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