musicankane
I blew a monkey once.
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The parking lot of the steak house, a place called Morton's, was quiet and dark. My black sports monster slipping into a parking spot like a shadow with eerie blue eyes. I killed the engine and glanced over at Jason. "Was the ride everything you could have imagined?" I teased with a smirk. I could hear his heart thumping around in his chest and it made my mouth water.
We slipped out of the car, Jason appeared to be slightly wobbly in the knee as he came to my side and we entered the building. He did the gentleman thing of opening the door for me, and I rewarded him with a finger sliding across his cheek. The heat of his skin burned through my hand, shooting tingles down my arm. Perhaps I would need to feed tonight, if for no other reason than to let Jason have his nerdy way with me.
The hostess was a young pimple-faced kid who looked at me with wide eyes. As if I couldn't possibly be real. Come to think of it, Jason looked at me in kind of the same way. At least my looks were holding up over the last 800 years. Hmm, makes me sound old when I put it that way.
Pimp-face took us to a booth against the side of the room and I shook my head and gestured to the booth in the corner. "May we sit in the corner please? The privacy will be most appreciated." I asked, slipping the boy a twenty dollar bill.
He fumbled with the menus he had already sat down, scooping them awkwardly into his arms to lead us eagerly into the back. I smiled and slipped into a seat across from Jason.
We slipped out of the car, Jason appeared to be slightly wobbly in the knee as he came to my side and we entered the building. He did the gentleman thing of opening the door for me, and I rewarded him with a finger sliding across his cheek. The heat of his skin burned through my hand, shooting tingles down my arm. Perhaps I would need to feed tonight, if for no other reason than to let Jason have his nerdy way with me.
The hostess was a young pimple-faced kid who looked at me with wide eyes. As if I couldn't possibly be real. Come to think of it, Jason looked at me in kind of the same way. At least my looks were holding up over the last 800 years. Hmm, makes me sound old when I put it that way.
Pimp-face took us to a booth against the side of the room and I shook my head and gestured to the booth in the corner. "May we sit in the corner please? The privacy will be most appreciated." I asked, slipping the boy a twenty dollar bill.
He fumbled with the menus he had already sat down, scooping them awkwardly into his arms to lead us eagerly into the back. I smiled and slipped into a seat across from Jason.