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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Nov 2, 2006 13:44:01 GMT -5
*He cleared his throat lightly, before shifting to look up. His eyes scanned the restuarant again, looking for the waiter. He wasn't in a mood to be patient, and as he had a feeling things were about to get worse, it'd be nice if he had atleast food to keep his attention. Or that wine the man was supposed to be bringing.
He dared glance towards Inara, keeping silent still, his eyes staring at her, trying to read her, see what she was thinking*
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Post by Inara Serra on Nov 2, 2006 14:07:30 GMT -5
Inara glanced over as the waiter came back to their table with the wine, apologising profusely about the wait. "It's fine, really," she said, smiling, though it wasn't one of her genuine ones. She watched as he set down two glasses for them and poured the red liquid into them, saying that their food would be out in a few more minutes.
He set the wine bottle down near Inara and placed one of the glasses next to Mal before leaving them again in their awkward, angry silence. Inara picked up hers and looked through the red liquid to the other side of the room, unsure of what to say or do that wouldn't provoke an argument.
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Nov 2, 2006 14:15:35 GMT -5
*Mal glanced to the waiter when he came back, shrugging his shoulders slightly. Nothing the waiter could do if he was held up. He sighed, reaching out to take hold of his wine glass. He took a small sip from it, watching her through the red tint. He set it down after a moment*
So...
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Post by Inara Serra on Nov 2, 2006 14:22:43 GMT -5
Inara raised her eyebrow when he spoke, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. "Yes?" she began, trying to keep her tone moderate, but feeling like she wasn't succeeding.
Mal always seemed to get her riled up with ease.
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Nov 2, 2006 14:41:24 GMT -5
*He cut off, her tone sending a slight chill down his back. He sighed again, shrugging his shoulders, his tone dry*
Nothing
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Post by Inara Serra on Nov 2, 2006 14:56:50 GMT -5
"Fine," she said, almost amused that he seemed to be afraid of her. She rarely, if ever, got that reaction from him.
She opened her mouth to say something, but thought better of it and took a sip of wine instead.
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Nov 2, 2006 15:16:42 GMT -5
*His hand moved up into his hair, running his fingers through it as his eyes down casted again to the table, His free hand moved, snatching up the wine glass, taking a sip from it.*
Well..it's...nice out today. *He immediatly groaned after he said it. Yes...that was the way to break the uncomfortable silence.*
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Post by Inara Serra on Nov 2, 2006 21:14:04 GMT -5
Inara allowed herself a smirk at that. "Yes, it is that," she said, taking another sip of her wine. "Though I wish the food would hurry up. I'm getting kind of hungry."
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Nov 2, 2006 21:17:11 GMT -5
I agree. Quicker it gets here, the better *He didn't mean that to sound mean. It was just the truth, and he was hungry*
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Post by Inara Serra on Nov 2, 2006 21:18:58 GMT -5
"Am I to assume you aren't having fun?" she asked, letting the snark come back into her voice, which was quickly beginning to turn into real anger.
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Nov 2, 2006 21:20:58 GMT -5
*He blinked, looking to her with a raised eyebrow* What makes you think that? *He was having fun...aside from the annoying reminder of her profession, that was Atherton Wing*
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Post by Inara Serra on Nov 2, 2006 21:57:47 GMT -5
"Because you can't let what I do not be an issue with you. Nevermind that I haven't taken on a client in months. Nevermind that I despise that liou coe shway duh biao-tze huh hoe-tze duh ur-tze almost as much, if not more as you do."
"Just tell me what you want from me, Mal. And I'll do it."
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Nov 2, 2006 22:20:11 GMT -5
*He watched her for a moment. She hadn't taken a client...in so long. He had noticed, but he hadn't really comprehended. He heard her...heard her words. Tell her what he wanted...wanted of them was what she meant.
He couldn't push away the pride that was in him that was forcing him to not say anything. He had slight fear, afraid to admit what was so obvious.*
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Post by Inara Serra on Nov 2, 2006 22:37:14 GMT -5
Inara sighed deeply and just looked at him. Was he really that blind that he couldn't see how much she loved him? She didn't think that was the real issue here, but she wished it was the only issue, aside from the one where he wouldn't admit that he had very real feelings for her.
"Tell me what you want from me, Mal," she repeated, turning to face him this time. "And I'll do it."
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Nov 2, 2006 22:58:35 GMT -5
*He sat up, his arms folding again. He took in a breath* What do you want me to say, 'Nara? What can I say that you don't already know? *His voice was low, no real emotion. It was simply a question*
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