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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Pushing past the pain and exertion -- the adrenaline helps -- he's also trying to keep any would-be attackers from Tiwa when he takes a hit to his shoulder.
Sliding on the rain-slick field, he takes another player down with him this time.
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"Try!"
Liam looks up from somewhere in the mud as everyone stands up and someone says,
"Enough for today, you cheat, Tiwa." "Do not, not my fault you're not fast enough. Anyway you know Tane's getting the first round."
Tane picks Tiwa up and sets on the fence with a sigh as she sticks out her tongue at him,
"Course I am, come on, lads. Thanks for a good match, Ben."
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"Thanks for the beatin', gentlemen."
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"So think I owe you a warm pub with pie, chips and some good beer."
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A beat.
"Kinda pie?"
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Tiwa is oh so helpful as she hops down off the fence, at least the rain's stopped,
"Now we're going down this way, you'll like Mac's, right on the water."
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limpstroll along."We talkin' sweet or savory?"
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"Could do both but Mac's does a pretty good savory. So do you like rugby? Hopefully you didn't get too busted up."
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He holds open the door for her once they reach it.
"I'll have you know I never get too busted up, little 'un," he says as he follows her inside.
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As she goes through the door, Tiwa bobs at him and grins, Mac's is big and decorated in a space way.
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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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