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Post by CHAUNCEY AVERY on Jul 1, 2010 12:23:19 GMT -5
Soft eyes watched the rhythmic swirls of the cloth cleaning the counter top to the kitchen as a pondering mind wandered. Had it not been that long ago that he asked his boss to reserve the VIP section of the restaurant for him and his... his... He couldn't even think of the little word before a blush would start to form on his cheeks. He pulled the white cloth away from the stainless still counter, gazing down at his slightly flushed expression. Quickly, he adverted his eyes and continued to wipe at the counter as if it couldn't be clean enough. It was already spotless.
"Keep rubbing at the counter like that and you're going to rub straight through it, Chance. What's on your mind?" The voice drifted by him but it took him a second before he actually heard it. Raising his head and turning around, he noticed one of his good friends and co-workers, Hayate. He had been out for the past couple of days because of his sick daughter so he didn't know anything about the reservation Avery made and the fact that he was bent on impressing his Egyptian Prince.
"O-Oh. S-Sorry, Hayate. I just.. I reserved the VIP room and I guess.. My mind wandered while I was cleaning. Sorry. Umm.. I.. Just. Don't mind me..." Avery smiled apologetically and before another question could be asked, he hurried off, deeper into the depths of the kitchen to start working on the dinner he had planned. The past couple of days he had been trying to look up recipes for Egyptian meals. Vegetarian Egyptian meals. He had never cooked a meal specifically for a vegetarian before. He had never really cooked an Egyptian meal, either. Though, there was a first time for everything.
Walking through the kitchen like he had done many times before, he grabbed a large bowl and started to put the ingredients he needed into it: white rice, lentils, vegetable oil, cloves of garlic, onions, tomatoes and various other things to make a perfect sauce and the delicious dessert he had planned. He was going to make sure that he prepared this dish like he did every other dish that left his kitchen -- from scratch. He set the bowl down on the counter he had been cleaning previously and rolled up the sleeves to his white, button-down shirt. A slight frown turned the corners of his lips down. He barely had the time to cook this dish and dessert before his Prince was supposed to arrive. He wouldn't have time to change if he spilled any of the food on him.
Spinning around on his heel, he went off to fetch his apron and the utensils he'd need to preform his favorite dance around the kitchen. Once he had gathered everything he needed, he started to cook up the dish, ignoring everyone else around him. His lips were pressed into a thin, determined line and his hands worked carefully. Nothing left this kitchen unless it was perfect. Nothing. It was his obsession. The thought of this dinner not being absolute perfection caused his stomach to twist in a knot and it felt as if a cold hand had wrapped around him. He didn't want to upset or disgrace his Prince with a pitiful attempt at an Egyptian dish. Though, as far as he could tell, everything was going fine.
If Avery had confidence in anything, it was his skills in the kitchen. It was something he took pride in, something he knew he was good at. From a very young age, Avery had been in the kitchen. He had been learning to cook, learning what tastes complimented each other and what would cause a disaster. He learned everything there was to know about cooking. He was a magician in the kitchen.
Expert footfalls were muffled by the commotion of the other chefs that were busy trying to get dinner ready for the various people already waiting to eat. Avery was busy getting his own dinner prepared, trying to complete the main dish and the dessert at the same time. He wasn't even supposed to be in work today. But he didn't trust anyone to fix this dinner. Not even Hayate who was arguably just as good at cooking as Avery was.
It seemed all too soon when Hayate tapped Avery on the shoulder, making him jump a little and nearly spill the sauce he was near finishing. "Chance, there's someone in the waiting lobby for you. What do you want me to tell him?"
Avery just stared at him wide-eyed for a moment before his gaze fell to the sauce. "N-Nothing. Just... I'll go out there in a moment, okay? J-Just go back to work, okay? A-And I'm going to need you to s-serve this in the VIP room soon, o-okay? I-It will be waiting on, on, a cart." Avery started to hurry to finish everything as Hayate walked off with a nod. Everything started to go all wrong now. He couldn't keep his Prince waiting out there for too long. His stomach twisted in an unpleasant feeling of worry as he bit his bottom lip and sighed, just finishing everything a few minutes after Hayate had told him that his guest was waiting for him and he still had to clean up everything.
Quickly, quickly, he wiped off the counter and threw all the dirty dishes and pans he used into the sink. Ten minutes had passed and he was just now throwing off his apron and unrolling his now wrinkled sleeves. Avery walked out of the kitchen, shaky hands trying to smooth out the devil wrinkles. He wanted to look his best, to be perfect. Everything had to be perfect. He was informed that this was the first time son amour, his love, had been taken out properly and he wanted it to. Be. Perfect.
Weaving his way through the maze of the restaurant, fluidly dodging waiters and waitresses with trays of food. He only looked up when he passed the hostess booth, his eyes glancing around the waiting lobby, searching for son amour. Son petit chou. His love. His little cabbage. His Fakhir.
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[/color] white button down shirt, black slacks, and dress shoes CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS never gonna be alone - nickelback NOTES Sorry if it's not the best D: And I don't care what google says. >.> Rendez-vous D'amour Dîner is supposed to mean Dinner Date ;-; WORD COUNT one-zero-three-four [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by KANAAN FAKHIR on Jul 8, 2010 17:24:34 GMT -5
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i bet you thought that i was soft and sweet
you thought an angel swept you off your feet[/color] -------------------------------------------[/size][/font][/center] Fakhir had... had a date. A dinner date. An actual dinner date. Huh. As often as he'd had boyfriends or quick flings, he'd actually never been treated to dinner before. Not like this, anyway. Sure, Katsu had cooked him a few meals before, but there had never been any real feeling in it. He'd fed him to keep him from complaining so that more rough sex could be had without objection. Basically all of Fakhir's relationships had been based off physical attraction. It was all to do with the game of lust and perversion; rough rolls between the sheets and the satisfaction of intoxicating intimacy. But this time... This time, there was something very real stirring in the Egyptian's chest. He'd never felt butterflies like this; never felt the nerves of uncertainty when it came to meeting with a date, let alone anyone at all. But Avery... Avery was very different from the rest. Which was funny, really. He'd never thought he'd be so enamored with someone so tentative and shy! Someone so polite and kind! And yet, here he was, battling the squirming nerves in his gut as he steered his motorcycle toward the restaurant. Usually a reckless speed-demon on the roads, he'd actually been aware of the speed limits and traffic lights tonight. He just... He didn't want anything to go wrong. This was the first real date he'd ever been asked to... and it was with a man he was hoping dearly to impress somehow. He wasn't sure why, exactly. He'd never been so determined to try and be so likable. He usually figured people would adore or abhor him and, as long as he got laid, he didn't give a damn. But things had changed... Fakhir wasn't advancing upon the scenario with lust sparkling in his eyes. There was something else...
Upon arriving, he parked his bike and dismounted with surprisingly shaky legs. His limbs felt like gelatin... Oh, what a foreign feeling for the ever-suave Egyptian! He raised a hand to his head to clear it as he locked his bike and headed toward the restaurant. He didn't go in just yet, though. Was it those strange nerves again? He wasn't sure... But he stood at one of the windows, smoothing out the purple dress-shirt he'd picked out and plucking idly at the fiitted black slacks. Upon studying his reflection, he unbuttoned a few of the fastenings up near his collar, having always been more comfortable showing a little skin (he actually got itchy when covered with too much fabric). When had Fakhir ever doubted his appearance? When had he ever preened all the more meticulously, so hopeful to grace a guest with a stunning impression? Not like this... never like this. He licked a finger and rubbed at a smeared bit of kohl on his cheek, sighing quietly as he finally glanced to the doors and made to approach them. Fuck, he really didn't want to screw this up. What if he said something wrong or... or made a move on him beneath the table? No, no. Had to be confident. Wasn't he supposed to always be confident? That's what he'd been known for and he didn't want that to end now. Still, he was worried. He usually only knew how to flirt with steamy implications. But with Avery, he wanted to take things slow; wanted to be in a relationship instead of a flimsy little fling. Unexpected though this all was, Fakhir was determined to adjust the best he could. And it was surprisingly easy. Everything with Avery felt easy... so effortless and comfortable. Repeatedly, the Frenchman had told him he wanted to spoil him. Surprisingly reluctant as he'd been, the exotic teen managed a small smile to himself as he reached out and opened the door. It was impossible to refuse those gorgeous eyes. And he did so love the idea of being spoiled silly.
He stepped into the lobby and glanced around, a few slender fingers raking through his light hair as he surveyed the room. Oh... It really was quite the nice restaurant. Sure, he'd been to some nice places, but this was nothing to overlook. And he'd never had French cuisine before... was that what Avery was planning to serve him? Despite his nerves, there was a prickle of anticipation running along the back of his neck and even squirming a little in his stomach. Avery's cooking was phenomenal... Seriously, he'd never been treated so well as he'd been with the delightful little goodies the cook had occasionally brought to him. Even when he'd given him chicken - -a meat, not usually appealing to the Egyptian's tastes -- he'd been blown away. In fact, he was considering tossing aside his vegetarian diet just so Avery could cook even more of a selection all for him. Greedy, perhaps, but Fakhir had always been a selfish little brat, even when he was trying his very best to brighten his behavior recently. He sniffed at the air for a moment, already entranced with some of the smells he could catch wafting from the kitchen. His usual impish nature was tempted to sneak back and surprise his cute little habibi, but he was stopped both by his respect for the man's surprise and by the stranger who finally noticed he'd arrived. "May I help you?" Oh. The teenager laughed weakly, his nerves spiking up again. "Oh, uh, yeah... I'm here to meet with Avery? [/color]" The Egyptian tilted his head a little, as though suddenly worried he'd accidentally arrived at the wrong restaurant. But the man only nodded, told him to wait in the lobby, and bustled off to the back. Oh... Wow, this was really happening. He was actually about to have a real date with someone he actually cared for... loved, even. Feeling too restless to sit, Fakhir merely wandered the lobby a bit. His hands were clasped behind his back, occasionally fiddling with the gold bangles he still wore beneath the sleeves of his shirt. As the minutes ticked by, he began to get a little more anxious. Was... Was everything okay? Had Avery decided to run for the hills? No, no... That was an awful thing to think. Still, the blonde couldn't help but begin to wonder if this was too good to be true. After all, he'd once thought his relationship with Katsu was destined to last forever. Tch. Yes, that had certainly turned out well, hadn't it? He reached up to tug on one of his dangling, pointed earrings when it seemed as though ten minutes had passed. He chewed his lip a little and glanced around with uncertain lavender eyes, unsure of what to make of it. He'd never been worried like this before... Had he really scared him off so soon? Had... Had Avery finally found out about how much of a slut he'd really been? But just as he was thinking this, he heard someone enter the lobby and turned around to face them. At first, he'd assumed that it was going to be that man again, come to tell him that Avery had "gone home sick" or some other lame excuse. But, instead, he was met with the much more welcome sight of his beautiful habibi and his eyes lit up instantly upon this realization. Absolutely relieved and delighted, he approached him with arms already wrapping around his middle to welcome him in an affectionate embrace. " Chance... my habibi. I was beginning to worry you'd fled." He said this with a playful, but genuine smile on his face, still hugging him for a moment before reluctantly pulling his arms away. " Everything okay?[/color]" He spoke in a calm voice, smile still in place as he reached up to stroke his cheek. " I've really been looking forward to this.[/b][/size][/blockquote][/justify]
tag; avery, bby <3
notes; fff sorry it took me a few days. and that it's short and bleh. better posts to come, nini <3
listening to; habibi (club mix) by amr diab
muse; yesyes c: |
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Post by CHAUNCEY AVERY on Jul 11, 2010 17:46:25 GMT -5
Oh my. Oh my, oh my, oh my. The simple sight of his Egyptian Prince was enough to cause his heart to skip a beat like a nervous rabbit running a race. It was enough to send a wave of heat to his cheeks and lightly dust them with the smallest of blushes – but a blush nonetheless. Crimson eyes widened as they struggled to drink him all in and he froze, one hand still fussing with the cuff to his shirt on the opposite wrist. He was gorgeous. No, he was even more than that. Naturally, the exotic man before Avery was gorgeous. He didn’t even have to try (many times the French man imagined his Egyptian love to be able to just step into the room and every eye would turn to him instantly – surely there were quite a few on him now). However, this time was different. The purple dress shirt added a stunning splash of color to his outfit. It seemed that just that simple thing could make him look so captivating. So beautiful. So dazzling… Marvelous... Ravishing… Handsome… He certainly was an Egyptian Prince fit for royalty in the French man’s eyes. Avery suddenly felt self-conscious. There was absolutely no color spilling from his clothes. Did he look too normal? Too boring and bland? Was Avery middle-class at best? Was he worthy?
Time worked in mysterious ways whenever Avery was around Fakhir. It seemed one moment it was crawling by like a slug, then the next, it would hit him like a speeding train. Today seemed to be no exception. He was still standing, stunned, when he felt the familiar arms wrap around his middle. He hadn’t even noticed that the other had moved. Reflexively, his own arms curled around his shoulders in a gentle and sweet hug. His usual nervous smile tugged the corners of his lips up. Though, it didn’t last long.
“I was beginning to worry you’d fled.”
His smile faltered as he leaned back to look at his Prince. He had worried that he fled? Avery was afraid that he would think such a thing. “O-Oh… J- Je suis désolé… Mais… I w-would never. Everything… Everything is fine. I… I just… Lost track of time… I guess.” He smiled sheepishly before leaning into the other’s touch to his cheek. Slowly, he reached up to take his hand, backing away as a small but sure smile painted his lips. “Th-Then we best not… Have you wait much longer, hm?” And with that, Avery turned as he started to work his way back into the depths of the restaurant. Careful, practiced steps lead the Egyptian toward the back of the restaurant. Occasionally, he would have to pause and step aside to let a hurrying waiter or busy waitress by. Every night, no matter what day it was, the restaurant was alive and thriving. Having managed to rake in some of the best chefs Tokyo had to offer, it wasn’t a wonder why. Not to mention that the cuisines offered were to die for, the service was top notch, and the classical, romantic theme of the place was perfect for dates. The only trouble about the place was the fact that only reservations were accepted; sometimes those had to come weeks ahead of schedule. And it was extremely expensive to dine here. Especially if someone wanted to dine in the VIP room. Avery was lucky he had been able to snatch the room and reserve it for him and his love. There was rarely ever a time that the room was not reserved. Avery just had to snatch it up.
It wasn't long before they had passed all the white-clothed tables and couples engrossed in one another. Each table seemed to have a dish that was unique in it's own way yet still had a touch of similarity with the others. None of them were like what Avery had prepared.
Avery stared at the doors in front of them that led to the kitchen. Through the glass hole, he could see Hayate already setting the special Egyptian cuisine onto a cart, the dish covered with a silver lid to keep it fresh.
He turned away from those doors and started to lead Fakhir to a different door that looked as if it were made from glass as dark as midnight. He was leading him to the VIP room. "C-Come on. We.. We're almost to our table." Avery tilted his head slightly as they walked toward the door, his sure smile now so nervous.
He was a little confused as to why it was called a room. It was a patio-garden mixture that was perched beside a small pond outside the restaurant. Though, that didn't matter at the moment. All that mattered was pleasing Fakhir. Pausing, he stood in front of the door, his back to it but one hand against the glass, ready to push it open. He remembered the trouble he had gone through earlier that day to make sure everything was perfect. Suddenly, it felt as if someone had wrapped their filthy hands around Avery's neck making it hard to breathe. His chest tightened in anticipation, in nervousness, in worry. His mind kicked into overdrive, screaming everything that could possibly go wrong tonight.
What if you made the dish wrong? What if it's a disgrace? What if he thinks you're trying too hard? What if you say something wrong? What if? What if? What if?
Closing his eyes, he tried to subdue the troubling thoughts so he could speak. "I.. I hope you don't mind that.. We eat outside.." and with that, he stepped back, pressing against the glass to open the door.
The night sky shined above the black pool, stars twinkling and dancing with the moon in the water's reflection. Wrapping half-way around the pool like gentle arms were glorious and blooming flowers of all kinds. Red carnations mingling with roses of all colors: red, white, blue, light - almost dusty - pink, orange, and violet. Some of the roses even looked as if they had bled into one another, trading their colors in order to grow more unique and beautiful like the pure, white roses that looked as if they had been dipped in blood, their tips tainted a bright crimson. Oh, but those were not all the flowers. Sprinkled throughout the garden were soft blue forget-me-nots that seemed to follow red and yellow tulips. Then there were the captivating amaryllis such an innocent pink and small bushes of red and yellow camellia flowers. It looked as if a large bag of skittles had been opened and the candy sprinkled against a dark background strategically so each color complimented another. It was quite obvious that the gardener worked quite hard and carefully to make sure each flower was perfect. However, the beauty was not the only dazzling thing about the flower garden. It was that each flower held a meaning. These were no random plants that just looked gorgeous. Each one stood for the purest love or the hottest passion, innocence and patience. They were the perfect flowers for a romantic dinner.
Just a few steps ahead of them, neatly placed center in front of the pond, was a round table with two chairs. Draped over the table was a snow white cloth that look as if it had never been used. Atop the table and cloth, right in the center, was a white candle, already lit. Beside the table was a small cart that held a black bucket filled with ice and two bottles of red wine along with two classic glasses. It looked like the classic setting straight from a romance movie or book.
Nervous eyes gazed at Fakhir, trying to see if this setting pleased him or not. He could feel his own legs shake slightly he was so nervous. His heart hammered in his chest and he bit his bottom lip out of habit. If this didn't work, he had no idea what he would do. He just wanted to see a smile light up his love's face.
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[/color] white button down shirt, black slacks, and dress shoes CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS Never Gonna be Alone - Nickelback NOTES Hopefully this isn't as sloppy as I think it is. ;-; Oh, and by the way~ Fakhir ♥♥ WORD COUNT one-three-five-two[/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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