Thread: A Former Love :: Relix/Zexy

A smile widened across the face of the more talkative male, Then its settled! We shall go out to eat. Zack replied, grinning softly. Big mistake. Vincent knew tonight would lead to a lot of stuff and her condition would be broken, about five times... within a span of three minutes. She asked the biggest pervert in the world to not say what he thought about a female. Bad idea. Okay, so.. I can't say anything about boobs, being nude, and in my bed to who? Zack smirked softly, eyes meeting the girl in the back's. I kid, I kid. I promise that I won't. You have Vincent's word on it. The male spoke pointing to Vincent, who stood a foot behind him, hands deep in his pockets. Vincent wanted to go out, yes.. but not with people who just got in Paris. Bad experiences in the beginning will only lead to more bad experiences. And off we go. There's this great Italian restaurant a few blocks down. It'll be mine and Vincent's treat. Zack spoke over the crowd of giggly girls. Indeed. Vincent replied softly from where he was standing. Zack meant Vincent would pay for everything because Zack never had the 'money' on him. Standing there for a second as the other male began to lead the group to the restaurant, Vincent picked up speed as the female who made the condition for Zack approached him. Walking next to the female, Vincent shook his head softly. Now, you do realize you asked the biggest pervert in the local area to not say something to you about your body, yes? Letting out a soft laugh, Zack likes to be the center of attention, as you can tell. The male paused, quieting down as Zack told a story of where he fought off four rather large men by himself. That story he's leaving out a big detail. Myself. Another shake of his head, Like the previous night, Zack picks fights then calls for me. Usually its to defuse the situation but his story, none of the men were going to have it. They wanted to kick his behind. Shrugging softly, by now about half way into his story, the girls who accompanied the female Vincent was following had all taken a deep interest in listening to Zack's fibs. Vincent grew quiet, wasn't in deep thought. Just wasn't very comfortable with speaking to this female. Hey! Zack called to Vincent, Why don't you two slowpokes pick it up? Hearing a few 'Yeahs' from the girls around him, Vincent shook his head. You all walk at your speed, I will walk at my own. Vincent replied quickly, Well, if you two can't find a seat. Don't blame me. Though Zack spoke like he'd actually just forget that the two were amongst the party going to the restaurant, Vincent knew he wouldn't forget because Vincent was going to pay. Vincent listened to the stories that Zack told from afar, drifting in and out of a day dream. Zack was pretty much explaining his past history in terms of his 'grandparents' or 'great-great grandparent.' Which neither was true. What he was saying was what they both did, which none of the girls would find out. If they did, Zack or Vincent would be forced to make their next feeding off of them. Anyone can expose them for what they are if they knew. The vampires who live in secrecy would hunt them down and kill Zack and Vincent themselves. No matter how many humans they'd have to kill in the process. The rest of the walk to the restaurant was quiet, Zack spoke in a low tone that only the people around him could hear. Vincent somewhat neglected anything the female at his side said, if she said anything. Which he somewhat doubted, only because of the fact that this girl was standing next to a male who lied about drawing her in a painting which she found because he threw it out. How could anyone be calm enough to speak in those types of situations. Vincent and the ones following him got to the restaurant way quicker then Vincent and the one he followed. Ahem. Do you have a reservation? A man behind a podium asked, Oh, no.. we are with that gentleman and the... full table he is at. Ah, yes, he has ordered you two to be sat in a booth since the table he selected was filled quickly. Of course, this would be how Zack began to smooth talk the women and eventually bring one to all of them to his apartment that night. Here is your booth, enjoy your meal. The male spoke, with no Italian accent whatsoever. Vincent sat down slowly, the awkward silence settling in as the female sat across from him. Following their seating, a waiter brought over two glasses of wine along with menus. The wine is from the gentleman across the room at the table. Shaking his head softly, Vincent pushed his glass toward the middle of the table. From Zack, of course. So it doesn't feel tremendously awkward the whole meal.. I apologize that you weren't able to sit with your friends. Vincent spoke, breaking the silence that started from two blocks away. This is better, though. Zack is already getting them drinks. He pausing as he nodded his head in their direction, He'll do this for the whole night. Get them drinks, then spring up the idea of going back to his place for some more drinks. Which will lead to this and that. Shaking his head softly, As I said. Biggest pervert in the local area, and to be surprised. He kept his promise. Chuckling softly, Now before you think he's going to harm every single one of those girls, Zack won't. Come tomorrow when you see them, if they stay, they'll tell you how much of an amazing night they had with him. He's a charmer to most. Shrugging a bit, But yes, enough about me defending him. I can tell you have stuff on your mind. Probably relating to me and my friend over there. Vincent could usually tell when people had stuff on their mind, but, who couldn't? The usual look was similar to being sad. Pushing the menu to the edge of the table, Vincent looked up to the oncoming waiter. Ah, yes, food. He murmured to himself softly, Good day, you two. May I ask what you shall be eating today? Ladies first. Vincent replied, watching the waiter's head turn toward the female. Shortly after the two ordered, Vincent noticed Zack stirring a bit. Oh hell, he was coming over here to pull something. Though, he must've talked about it with the girls at the table because they all turned around to look and see, hands covering their mouths as they fought back the giggles. Ah! My friend, how are we doing thus far? Zack ask with a smile across his face, Let me ask you, have you asked this lovely young girl back to your place yet? I bet she'd like all your paintings and drawings. There it was. His devious grin that blew his plan out of the water. In fact, I have not. I do not believe that it is polite to ask someone I barely know back to my place. Vincent replied in a somewhat annoyed tone of voice, I see. Well, maybe you should. I hear she needs to get a good lay. Zack spoke getting up before the fist of the male he sat next to landed on his arm. Laughing on his way back to the table he sat at, an uproar in laughter came from the table. I am really sorry for the way he acts. He likes to try to be everyone's best friend and crack jokes. Vincent spoke his eyes staring down at the table. He was terrified to make eye contact with her, didn't know how she was going to take what he said and with how she spoke earlier. She'd probably get up and leave. If it means anything to you, he's been drinking and has gotten your friends a little under the influence which makes him seem more interesting then they begin to spill anything to him. There is just that effect when you are around him drinking, I've seen what he's doing many of times. Sighing softly, I do regret you actually agreeing to come along. Zack is stubborn and won't listen to me about leaving you girls alone since you are all new to town. That there was probably a burning question the female had, how exactly he knew they were new to town. Before I let you either walk away from dinner or begin to ask me questions. Mind telling me your name? Looking up from the table at the female, how she reminded him so much of Victoria. You don't have to if you don't want, I mean, just thought it'd be even if I knew yours since you knew mine.