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 Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 1:55 pm
Benicio's eyes raised slightly when Aimee mentioned that there were bed sheets within the restaurant. They hadn't checked to see if there was a floor above this place, but it was safe to assume it was seeing as how it was indeed an Italian restaurant. Usually, wherever there was one, the family that owned it wasn't far away. If anything, they were right above everyone drinking and enjoying their revenue even if it was paltry at best. "Find a place for us to sleep." Benicio replied back over the sounds of grease popping and pasta breaking as it fell deeper into the boiling water. "After we eat, maybe we can sleep...we've still got a pretty long day ahead of us..." From there, he trailed off in thought of what tomorrow may bring for them. He hoped their cure would become known to them so they could pursue it. If it didn't, then tomorrow would just be another day filled with confrontation, sadness and bad weather....
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About three hours had passed now. The blonde and brunette duo filled themselves and Benicio even gratified his efforts with a bit of red wine from the restaurant's cellar. He was satisfied...tired and somewhat happy at the turn of events. It had been a week and a half since he last ate such a hefty meal, he had almost forgotten what it felt like afterwards. His shirtless body was sprawled out beneath the floor and laying over his left arm was the duo's new pet Luna, a Wolf. Even he too had received his fill. Looking down to his toes which were all but covered by the black pants Aimee had picked out for him earlier, he spoke to the young woman who he knew wasn't too far away from the little pallet, "How'd you like the food? I thought about Chicken Marsalla, but I decided against it...dessert was mindblowing wasn't it? I almost forgot the measurement for Cinnamon Buns so if there wasn't enough brown sugar or something, I apologize."
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 2:16 pm
Aimee popped up next to Ben, looking into his eyes from above as some of her blonde hair was slowly sliding down her shoulders to fall in front of them. "I thought it was perfect." She smiled widely at the young raven haired man, putting a blanket down next to him and sitting slowly. The girl took her hair down from it's pony tail, the blonde waterfall of her hair fell to the floor, spreading out in all different directions on the blanket. Slowly she grabbed a bag that she had found earlier, putting it in her lap as she searched through it, almost looking as if she was trying to find something in Mary Poppin's carpet bag. Aimee pulled out a brush with beautiful designs and began to brush her hair, closing her eyes as she pulled the brush through the blonde strands. The girl was enjoying the moment, how full they were, the silence, the warmth.
"Ben... We don't have any money... How can we afford a house?" Aimee asked her friend, now putting the brush down and leaning over him to look into his eyes. "Plus we are only 18 and not even married. They will think it's weird that no one with past references would want a house." Her questions posed as a possible road block as she laid down, laying on her side to show she was listening. "Unless you have some big plan that I haven't heard of yet. I could rob the bank close to here." Aimee smiled a little, putting her hand on Ben's arm softly.
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