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Post by monet on Jan 20, 2009 20:54:01 GMT -5
Monet was moved by his words and had no response. She merely nodded at him. As the bartender passed by, she held up her hand to get his attention and pointed at her glass, which was enough. She was trying to wrap her mind around what he had said and felt a mild tingling of unworthiness for this kind of attention.
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Post by Odin on Jan 20, 2009 21:14:04 GMT -5
::Odin gave her time and space to her thoughts. Having decided that he'd had enough rum for now, he picked up his water glass to sip from it. He wanted a clear head, and more importantly, no hangover come the morning.::
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Post by monet on Jan 20, 2009 21:23:35 GMT -5
Monet was used to drinking on a regular basis, which was probably not a good thing. She usually had three to four drinks, tops, depending on how long she was out. She sipped her drink and came to a realization. He was kind, unimpressed by her, patient, good looking, easy to talk to and smart. She realized she had several friends like that. They weren't unique, they were gay! She smiled to herself, mildly relieved at figuring it out. She sipped her drink, mindful to take it slow. Something hidden (very, very deeply) knew that he was right, that she could learn compassion, that it was easier for her and her lifestyle to not have that trait.
Finally, she said, "You've given me a lot to think about, Odin, which means less time thinking about tomorrow." She looked down, not wanting to bring up the inauguration again, but quickly looked back up, "Thank you for that."
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Post by Odin on Jan 20, 2009 21:33:05 GMT -5
::From his position, Odin could see a small smile cross her lips, but was mildly puzzled for the cause. Leftover giggles from her other remark, perhaps; the mindset was beyond him. He wouldn't ask, as he was unsure he wanted to hear the answer.
Another few moments passed, with him idly watching her and sipping water, confined to his thoughts, and she to hers, before she thanked him for his topic or for sharing his belief system; the two were entwined. He nodded, not quite able to smile with the thoughts of tomorrow once more at the front of his mind.:: "You're welcome."
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Post by monet on Jan 20, 2009 21:37:53 GMT -5
Monet looked at what was left of her drink and decided she didn't want it. She was actually pretty tired and did intend to give what he had said some thought. She also had new plans to watch the inaugural coverage on the giant television in her apartment. She pushed the drink away and stood. "I can't tell you what a pleasure it is to have met you, Odin," she said with a grin.
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Post by Odin on Jan 20, 2009 21:40:56 GMT -5
::Odin extended his hand to her, to shake it again before she left.:: "I'll see you on Saturday, Monet. Should we say noon?"
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Post by monet on Jan 20, 2009 21:42:45 GMT -5
She shook his hand and nodded. "Noon sounds good, though I have no idea how long it takes to not only build a little robot, but to teach the skill to someone like me."
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Post by Odin on Jan 20, 2009 21:44:00 GMT -5
"We can take it slow, if we need to," ::Odin assured her. He had nothing else to do all day, and he enjoyed mechanics.::
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Post by monet on Jan 20, 2009 21:48:42 GMT -5
Monet's mind took the statement to inappropriate places, but it didn't show in her face. She smiled and said, "See you Saturday, then." She then turned and started to make her way through the grinding crowd toward the exit.
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Post by Odin on Jan 20, 2009 21:51:23 GMT -5
"Have a good night," ::Odin wished her, before she turned to leave. The night was still young, and he had no desire to return to his apartment just yet. Another hour, perhaps.::
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