Veroe
Maestro/Truthseeker
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((Closed for Myself and Asa))
IC: Carter Brendan
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Monte Claire's, On the Corner of Frankllin and 11th avenue was a little restaurant that was slowly becoming the talk of the town for its head chef's New American take on Classic French bistro fare. Carter could believe it standing at the host's counter with his girlfriend, Madison, beside him. Delicious aromas hung so heavy in the air he could practically taste it and get a full belly just by breathing deeply there at the doorway. Carter was starving, and he ought to be since this little trip to the bistro was going to cost him most of this week's paycheck-he was a bike messenger and didn't really make alot-for the prices this place charged he was going to get his money's worth.
Still it was worth it seeing Madison beaming at the prospect of a good meal he was paying for from a chef other than Boyardee.
Madison was beautiful as always. Carter had to remind himself that this gorgeous model was actually his girlfriend. How did he get so lucky? Eventhough the last two dates they had she had to cancel because of sudden modeling jobs. He had worried that she was trying to find an excuse not to see him anymore, but she actually seemed enthusiastic about dinner tonight, so...he just had to take her at her word that the times when she had to cancel their plans for a date was genuinely because of her job.
"Reservations sir," The Host asked.
"Two under Brendan," He told her he smiled over to Madison, "Like I told you before, it's on me tonight. No going dutch like last time, and don't snatch the check from me again this time. I got this."
"Ah, Brendan, yes," The host said taking two menus and turning to lead them to their table. "This way sir, May I recommend the Trout Provencal. Chef's choice this evening."
He led them to a table near the window next to the bar area of the restaurant. Up in the corner was a TV showing the local college basketball game, which was a bit of a distraction considering he had ten bucks riding on that game's outcome with a buddy at messenger company. But this was the first time in days that he was spending time with his girlfriend other than talking or texting over thier cellphones.
He purposefully wanted the chair facing away from the TV so he pulled out the chair facing it for Madison. When she sat he crossed over to his chair smiling at her he opened up the menu and his eyes widened looking down the list of french names. "Damn, someone should call the cops these prices are robbery."
He took her hand smiling, "Still I suppose you only live once right?"
IC: Carter Brendan
http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd137/Bleeding_Polaroids/Jake_Gyllenhaal.jpg
Monte Claire's, On the Corner of Frankllin and 11th avenue was a little restaurant that was slowly becoming the talk of the town for its head chef's New American take on Classic French bistro fare. Carter could believe it standing at the host's counter with his girlfriend, Madison, beside him. Delicious aromas hung so heavy in the air he could practically taste it and get a full belly just by breathing deeply there at the doorway. Carter was starving, and he ought to be since this little trip to the bistro was going to cost him most of this week's paycheck-he was a bike messenger and didn't really make alot-for the prices this place charged he was going to get his money's worth.
Still it was worth it seeing Madison beaming at the prospect of a good meal he was paying for from a chef other than Boyardee.
Madison was beautiful as always. Carter had to remind himself that this gorgeous model was actually his girlfriend. How did he get so lucky? Eventhough the last two dates they had she had to cancel because of sudden modeling jobs. He had worried that she was trying to find an excuse not to see him anymore, but she actually seemed enthusiastic about dinner tonight, so...he just had to take her at her word that the times when she had to cancel their plans for a date was genuinely because of her job.
"Reservations sir," The Host asked.
"Two under Brendan," He told her he smiled over to Madison, "Like I told you before, it's on me tonight. No going dutch like last time, and don't snatch the check from me again this time. I got this."
"Ah, Brendan, yes," The host said taking two menus and turning to lead them to their table. "This way sir, May I recommend the Trout Provencal. Chef's choice this evening."
He led them to a table near the window next to the bar area of the restaurant. Up in the corner was a TV showing the local college basketball game, which was a bit of a distraction considering he had ten bucks riding on that game's outcome with a buddy at messenger company. But this was the first time in days that he was spending time with his girlfriend other than talking or texting over thier cellphones.
He purposefully wanted the chair facing away from the TV so he pulled out the chair facing it for Madison. When she sat he crossed over to his chair smiling at her he opened up the menu and his eyes widened looking down the list of french names. "Damn, someone should call the cops these prices are robbery."
He took her hand smiling, "Still I suppose you only live once right?"