Tiwa (
piwakawaka) wrote2009-04-30 01:10 am
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Showing Ben Windy Wellington
Its raining in Wellington, sideways rain as Tiwa takes Ben through the door and grins,
"Come on, should be able to catch the start of their practice."
"Come on, should be able to catch the start of their practice."
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He's grumbling to himself (good-naturedly, of course) as he takes stock of the place and gestures toward an empty table.
"I'm buyin', so there's that," he says once he's seated. "No arguin' from your side of the table, and I do mean it."
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The waiter comes over and grins before setting down the menus and heading off.
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With a winning, pink-tinged smile that looks more silly that scary at this point, he grabs a menu.
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Ben could see this as either a threat or a promise, the menu is good pub food just with that special New Zealand twist,
"Also we're getting an order of wedges."
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His voice is light, but he's serious; she won't be ending up in another cage, oh, ever -- not as long as he's breathing.
"Wedges?"
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Her smile is softer at that tone in his voice but she's still going to be stubborn too,
"Better than chips if you've ever them."
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He tilts his head.
"If you're talkin' 'bout crispy potatoes, I've had 'em."
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"How 'bout I just let you order for me?"
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"I hope you're not hurting too much."
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(He'll hurt like hell tomorrow, he's sure.)
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It's a lie, and they both know it.
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