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Post by Script on Nov 18, 2011 15:25:33 GMT -5
She arched a brow at him. "We are? Where are we going?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 18, 2011 15:31:05 GMT -5
"Just into that tiny little town about 10 minutes away. There's one restaurant there, but I've heard it's not bad. Kind of like an old-fashioned diner... You game?" He looked down at her, eyebrows raised.
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Post by Script on Nov 18, 2011 15:33:40 GMT -5
She nodded. "You bet." She smirked. "You're the one paying, anyway." She winked at him, then took his hand in hers.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 18, 2011 15:38:48 GMT -5
His stomach did a flip as her hand touched his, then he led her toward the camp entrance. His car was parked over in the staff parking lot. But they had to sneak past the boss's cabin first.
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Post by Script on Nov 18, 2011 15:42:57 GMT -5
She kept a tight hold of his hand as they creeped past the camp head's cabin, biting her lip to keep from giggling nervously. When they were safely in the parking lot and by his car, she let out a breath, grinning at him.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 18, 2011 15:45:28 GMT -5
"We. Are such rebels," he said, letting out a chuckle as he unlocked his car and opened the door for her.
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Post by Script on Nov 18, 2011 15:46:37 GMT -5
She giggled and slid into the seat, then angled herself towards him. "Aren't you glad I won that bet. Seeing as how I made you take me out."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 18, 2011 15:51:21 GMT -5
"Hey," he replied, furrowing his brow. "If I had won, I was still gonna take you out, remember?" He grumbled under his breath, something about getting beaten by girls, as he turned the key in his ignition.
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Post by Script on Nov 18, 2011 15:53:14 GMT -5
She laughed, then settled her hand on his thigh as he drove, glancing over at him.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 18, 2011 15:57:46 GMT -5
He smiled as he drove, keeping his eyes (mostly) on the road. Before he knew it, he was pulling into the restaurant. He found he was more nervous than he thought he would be. He hadn't been on a date in a while... Especially not with a totally awesome girl like Maggie.
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Post by Script on Nov 18, 2011 16:00:14 GMT -5
She took his hand again once they were out of the car and walking inside. She wanted an excuse to touch him. She slid into a booth, grinning at the quaintness of the place. "I like it!"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 18, 2011 16:05:28 GMT -5
"Yeah, it's not bad considering we're out in the middle of nowhere, y'know?" he chuckled, sitting across from her. "Hey, did I tell you that you look nice?"
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Post by Script on Nov 18, 2011 16:07:25 GMT -5
She blushed, flashing him a smile. "You didn't...but thanks." She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "You look good, too." SO. HOT. She couldn't quite get over that part.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 18, 2011 16:16:15 GMT -5
He blushed, as well, nervously pulling at his shirt. "You'll have to thank my sister. She forced me to pack something nice, just in case. Actually, I'll have to thank her..." he chuckled, combing his fingers through his hair.
A waitress came to take their drink orders and give them menus.
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Post by Script on Nov 18, 2011 16:18:30 GMT -5
She smiled, thinking he looked adorable when he blushed. She ordered an iced tea, then looked over her menu, eyes glancing up to meet his occasionally.
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