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Post by Typhoid on Aug 15, 2009 21:22:15 GMT -5
She turned her attention to the menu as well, deciding fairly quickly; pasta was always an attraction for her. At about that point the waitress made a discreet appearance and asked if they'd like to order drinks. Typhoid ordered tea, still trying to stay away from alcohol.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 15, 2009 21:26:31 GMT -5
::Pietro, too, abstained from alcohol from respect for her, although he would have liked to have a lager at the table in the absence of anything stronger. Instead he ordered juice.::
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 15, 2009 21:42:58 GMT -5
She smiled a little, shaking her head slightly; Pietro often liked alcohol with dinner, and since it didn't affect him, his drinking it was hardly a problem. He'd held back from ordering liquor in front of her before, and her answer would always be the same about it. "If you want something to drink, love, go ahead," she said gently.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 15, 2009 21:46:46 GMT -5
::Pietro accepted her knowledge of her own limits, and thus he told the waitress,:: "I will also take a lager."
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 15, 2009 21:50:58 GMT -5
The waitress nodded and left; Typhoid was still smiling slightly. "This from the man who gave me absinthe in Italy," she teased softly.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 15, 2009 21:51:51 GMT -5
"It helped," ::Pietro said to her. He believed drinking could solve problems, simply not *all* problems, and that was when it needed to be curtailed.::
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 15, 2009 22:00:29 GMT -5
"For awhile." She remembered not wanting it when it was offered once, on the way back from her so-called aunt's.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 15, 2009 22:03:06 GMT -5
"It did what it had to," ::Pietro said, as it had provided momentary relief, and he had been there with her.::
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 15, 2009 22:14:50 GMT -5
She nodded slightly, then changed the subject. What happened in Italy hadn't been the best of times. "How's the Academy?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 15, 2009 22:22:35 GMT -5
::That was the question everyone asked Pietro; it was the most stable element in life, the path to a career, and he assumed it was safe to ask about. His answer rarely changed.:: "Well enough. The law is the most consuming part."
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 15, 2009 22:31:51 GMT -5
She nodded; she'd made no study of the law herself, but imagined that it could get confusing and lengthy, at the very least. "Speaking of jobs, I have some other news for you."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 15, 2009 23:14:50 GMT -5
"What is it?" ::Pietro asked. From others, that phrasing might imply impatience, but it was simply his manner of speaking.::
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 16, 2009 19:53:02 GMT -5
"I have a small part in an off Broadway play," she said, smiling a little proudly. "It's nothing big, but...it's a paying part in a real production."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 25, 2009 22:43:56 GMT -5
::A genuine smile touched Pietro's lips at that news.:: "Congratulations."
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 26, 2009 20:41:00 GMT -5
She smiled in return, glad to see him pleased and happy. "Can you come on opening night? I'm only on the stage for five minutes, but..."
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