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Post by Script on Oct 25, 2011 1:45:04 GMT -5
The waitress winkd knowingly and nodded, walking away.
Maggie smirked. "Imagine how hungover you'd be if I hadn't forced you to drink a bottle of water before you passed out."
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Post by Skittery on Oct 25, 2011 1:48:00 GMT -5
Michael blushed slightly, avoiding her gaze. "I definitely need to thank you for last night, don't I?" he muttered, taking a straw and ripping off the wrapper, playing with it.
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Post by Script on Oct 25, 2011 1:49:57 GMT -5
She laughed, pushing her mass of hair back from her forehead. "You're buying me breakfast, Mike. That's thanks enough." She stuck a straw in her juice and took a sip as soon as it came.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 25, 2011 1:51:49 GMT -5
He looked at her almost suspiciously. "Who said I was buying you breakfast? I said I would take you out to breakfast, I never said anything about paying..."
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Post by Script on Oct 25, 2011 1:55:53 GMT -5
She smirked at him from around her straw, looking up at him through her lashes. "Honey, if you know what's good for you, you're paying."
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Post by Skittery on Oct 25, 2011 1:58:31 GMT -5
Michael blinked. She had surprised him by countering his teasing with sass. That was different.
"Y-yeah...of course. Of course."
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Post by Script on Oct 25, 2011 2:01:22 GMT -5
She quirked a brow upwards. Had she actually managed to make the Great Michael Bennett nervous? Booyah.
She reached her hand across the table to grab his, not saying anything, just smiling.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 25, 2011 2:03:18 GMT -5
He shook his head a bit, trying to gather his wits about him. He took her hand, bring her knuckles up close to his face. "That's pretty," he said, examining a ring she was wearing.
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Post by Script on Oct 25, 2011 2:07:36 GMT -5
It was a silver band with a small ruby in the middle, the red accenting her latte skintone. "Thanks. It was my mom's." She curled her fingers around his.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 25, 2011 2:09:42 GMT -5
He simply nodded, deciding not to ask questions just yet. He set her hand back down on the table, still holding it, his thumb absently rubbing over her knuckles. "Maggie, Maggie Martin -- see, I remembered," he winked at her, trying not to show just how proud of himself he was.
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Post by Script on Oct 25, 2011 2:11:43 GMT -5
She smirked. "Very good, I'm impressed. But what's 'Maggie' short for?" She arched a brow. She hadn't told him, but he didn't know that, and she felt like torturing him a little bit.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 25, 2011 2:15:38 GMT -5
Michael's almost smug expression fell immediately. "Uh...Mmmmm...Margaret?"
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Post by Script on Oct 25, 2011 2:18:52 GMT -5
Her brow arched higher, an amused smirk playing at her lips. "Honey, do I look like a 'Margaret' to you?"
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Post by Skittery on Oct 25, 2011 2:20:56 GMT -5
"No...you look like a Maggie," he replied, shrugging. "I don't know what it stands for." He sighed heavily, resting his chin in the palm of his hand.
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Post by Script on Oct 25, 2011 2:23:21 GMT -5
She laughed, bring the hand she was holding to her lips to kiss it. "Aw, Mike, don't look so upset. I never told you." She winked at him. "For the record, it's 'Magdalen.'" She nibbled at the end of his finger tip, meeting his eyes.
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