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Post by Nathan Michaels on Feb 13, 2013 14:17:03 GMT -5
*Nate chuckles as he kicks the truck into gear and pulls away. It was a nice peaceful night, just what the couple needed. Raiyven wasn't kidding when she was talking about this new steak joint, he could tell just by looking at it that it was expensive; but they weren't exactly hard up for cash considering that they are both main eventers for Viral Pro.
Nate pulled into the parking lot and they got out of his truck. It beeped as he locked it and the two entered the restaurant. The hostess took them to a table where Nate pulled out Raiyven's chair so that she may sit. Once she does Nate sits, and menu's are brought to them.*
"You weren't kidding this place is pretty top notch eh? "
*Nate smiles as he reaches across the table and takes Raiyven's hand*
"Thanks for getting me out of the house babe."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2013 18:12:31 GMT -5
Raiyven enjoyed his hand
Yeah baby you need to get out. Locked up in that house and a night out with great food and company. Beats eating soup right.
The waitress walks over.
Can you give us a few minutes. You can bring me a beer for starters and the Blooming Onion. Just need time to decide but may go with your steak as I hear it is good. On second thought bring me the steak well done with baked potato. Thsnks.
Raiyven was ready to eat but more ready to spend time with her man.
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Post by Nathan Michaels on Feb 13, 2013 18:55:31 GMT -5
"Yea make it two"
*Nate said as he smiled at his beautiful women.*
"I do love getting away from all the BS that goes on hun, hopefully this time out doesn't turn out like our last...when we met Brooke"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2013 19:05:22 GMT -5
Rsiyven remembers clearly as she shskes her head.
Yeah that is the last thing I need. Brooke or worse that Michelle woman. She is not likely to come since I don't think she likes American. Or worse that horn dawg in Buck. I did love seeing you break the ring with himl. He has a dirty mouth. But thst Michelle I can't get my finger on her. The good news it is just us.
Raiyven looked deep in Nate's eyes wondering if they are alone or if any unexpected guests will ruin their night out.
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Post by privileged on Feb 14, 2013 3:22:01 GMT -5
"Trade with me, s'il vous plaît!" Michelle folded her hands in prayer as she gave Claire, a fellow waitress at Viande Amour, a pleading expression. Viande Amour (only ever expressed in italics) is, unfortunately for Michelle Rochefort, a recently opened restaurant in the Ohio area. No, Ohio wasn't the misfortune, and neither was the reluctant Claire who was currently refusing to trade tables with her. The misfortune lied within the ownership of said restaurant. "If you don't trade with me, I guarantee word will get to my father." Michelle's pleading expression grew devilish as Claire could do nothing but oblige. "Have fun with the cat lady." Claire smacked her lips in disgust.
Her father, upon news of Michelle's need of self-independence, opened Viande Amour, only by name however. As of this moment he was basking in his own glory of being the son of a successful business entrepreneur in France, and as such he was far too rich to dip his toes in the murky waters of Ohio. Michelle was being forced to serve as a waitress with the opportunity of absolute freedom should she fair well with her food-fetching tasks. Working at Viande Amour was both a punishment and a method of keeping Big Brother's eye on her...perhaps it was completely all punishment. Nevertheless, Michelle clicked her heels with a pseudo-smile as she unknowingly approached Nathan Michaels' and Raiyven's table with Viande Amour's finest champagne.
"Bonsoir, my name is Michelle and I'll be you---" she stopped as it smacked her across the forehead. This wasn't the moment of all moments to rekindle her relationship with the woman she just screwed out of a victory. Maybe Claire would like to have this table back, serving hoards of meat to a crazy cat person seemed like less of a punishment then what was just happening. "Désolé, wrong table. My mistake, I'm new." She was hoping that Raiyven didn't recognize her under the rich lighting of the restaurant. Turning a quick step around, she attempted a form of escape, an art she had hopefully mastered in their last scuffle together.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2013 13:28:06 GMT -5
Raiyven just heard or voice as she was in love form with Nate. It was afterall, Valentine's Day. They were holding hands.
Yeah don't think that is ours. We are not champagne type people. No worries on the mistake. At least someone came to check on us. Have you seen Claire? She should be arriving with our beer and appetizers.
Her voice moments later sounded fsmiliar. The nsme rang a bell but Raiyven didn't think she would be in a place like that. So she didn't think much more of it. She realized if soneone did know her they would come over. Raiyven kept thinking whst would happen if Michelle did come? Would she rub in her victory or mske a scene like Brooke.
She didn't think much about it but kept her cat like insticts on the radar in case something hsppens. She didn't want nothing to disturb her romantic night out with Nate. She wanted to just think on him.
Michelle's voice rang in her head....
It couldn't be?
She was hoping her night wasn't gonna be ruined.
So Nate look at me? Tell me what we are doing after they figure out our order and put the right waitress to serve us. I mean it is Valentines Day.
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Post by Nathan Michaels on Feb 14, 2013 14:29:30 GMT -5
*Nate wasn't paying attention to the conflict of waitress's, his attention was solely on Raiyven, whom he smiled at, holding her hand as they sat in a beautiful restaurant with a candle burning on the side of the table*
"Well since it is Valentines Day I may have a little surprise for you waiting back at your apartment."
*Nate had ordered her a dozen red and a dozen black roses, two of her favorite colors, and had them laying on her bed waiting for her when they return after their date. *
"Till then we shall see where the night takes us. As long as I am with you hun, Valentines is going to be great!"
*Nate couldn't help but smile, he loved this girl. But he was also getting a bit impatient with the waitress situation. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers to get someone's attention.*
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Post by privileged on Feb 14, 2013 15:36:41 GMT -5
"Really, Michelle?"
Michelle Rochefort was once again in a pleading position, once again with Claire. Perhaps it was just pure luck but Raiyven didn't recognize her and she wasn't about to test if lightning struck twice. She had to get back on the cat lady's service or else conflict may ensue. Serving countless plates of meat was definitely the lesser of two evils. "It's not like we've served them yet, and the cat lady is too entranced by her food to really pay any mind to us. Please swap with me again!"
"Why should I?"
"I'll tell-"
*Snap, snap*
"Look, they're getting impatient. Don't you want a good tip?"
Claire walked away with a plate of five steaks as Michelle was left alone to stare at Nathan Michaels' pristine rudeness. Michelle didn't need the tip, but freedom from the woes of her parents was on the line. Maybe love was literally blind, and they wouldn't recognize her. That was Michelle's only hope as she once again grabbed the bottle of champagne, cuffing it elegantly in her hands.
"They ordered beer, by the way."
Claire was back quickly grabbing another plate of meat, Michelle rolled her eyes in response. "Why do we even serve beer here, it's hardly fancy dining!"
"Ask your father."
Michelle waved a frustrated hand as Claire handed her the preferred alcohol the couple had ordered before wandering off to serve the very whims of the crazy cat girl. If only this restaurant had more of a theme, preferably mascarade, then tonight wouldn't be completely dreadful. Her clicking heels grew near and near, each step filled with uneasiness as she could feel her fingers tremble across the cold bottle of the alcohol. "Pull yourself together Michelle," she thought to herself through another fake smile. "Love is blind, love is blind, love is blind!"
"I'm sorry, I am taking over Claire's shift for this evening. She's about to be in a coma, so! I'll be your waitress for the evening, my name is Michelle." She tried talking in a deeper voice, trying to "Americanize" her accent. Love was hopefully blind, but definitely not deaf. "I am terribly sorry for the mix-up. It was only a moment ago that I was informed you ordered this." Why she was talking so much? Shut up Michelle! "May I?" She held the bottle in view, asking the couple if she may pour their drink into their wine glasses. "Such a terrible waste of a wine glass." she thought as she continued to smile. Maybe Raiyven had never seen her smile before, this could have been her mask!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2013 17:22:54 GMT -5
Raiyven was happy to have this night with Nate. She was excited because she knew this was their very first Valentine's together and she wanted it to be special.
She hears what Michelle had to say as she was glad to finally have their beverage even though it was gonna be in wine glasses. She hands the glasses to Michelle as she turns and sees who it is...
Don't worry about the mix-up. I am glad that now we finally have...
Raiyven couldn't believe it was Michelle. She was almost stunned that it was her and dressed in the waitress uniform.
I can't believe this! Honey look who is working double duty. It is Michelle from Viral Pro. Why are you even working in here? What the Silva's can't pay you enough and you got to make your spending money in a place like this? I mean it is nice because it took me a while to get a reservation.
She looks at Nate.
You know how hard it was for me to get a reservation here baby? Especially for Valentines at that. And when I come in here stands the woman that got a cheap victory over me. And she is serving me on my special day. Now how great is that.
She turns back to Michelle as she wanted to throw a dagger at her.
Listen I want you to know we plan on paying you what you are worth. So please pour the beer in the glass and not all the way up to the top. It needs to breath. And make sure our steaks are cooked correctly. We been waiting a very long time for our appetizers as well.
Raiyven couldn't help but smile as she could not believe that she was working here at this fine restaurant. She wanted to tease her but didn't want to cause a scene.
I know the owner of this place has great taste because the place looks great. Please let the manager know to let the owner know that we appreciate great help. And everyone has told me the food here was the best they ever ate. If it tastes anything like how this place looks then we are end for a great night.
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Post by privileged on Feb 15, 2013 15:19:57 GMT -5
Someone was fully taking advantage of the situation as all Michelle could do was fight her urge to just completely flip the table. Her smile failed as a disguise, changing her tone of voice was unsuccessful and even more so, this social travesty was completely Michelle's doing. Her cheap victory over Raiyven was swinging back at her with negative karma. If only she didn't grow bored serving the crazy cat lady, this would have never occurred in the first place.
Still trying to keep her positive facial expression, Michelle tried to let Raiyven's haughty tone of voice slide, pouring the alcohol to her customer's discretion. Keeping her tone of voice low so her superiors couldn't hear her, Michelle felt the need to somewhat clear the air. "You know very well that I don't necessarily need the money. We're not strangers, Raiyven." She made reference to their last meeting together, trying to regain control her nerves. "I wouldn't be here if I had the option of leaving." Finished pouring, she again uses a positive tone of voice, part of it being happy that she didn't spill any of their drink. "May you two enjoy your Valentine's together! Your meal should arrive shortly."
Before leaving to fetch their order, she went back to her low tone of voice and continued. "I could apologize for our last dance together, but I saw an opportunity and took advantage of it." There was without a doubt going to be a pay-per-view match between the duo, and although her victory was cheap, she had hoped it would motivate Raiyven in a capacity that made her want to kill her in their third match together. They had to put on a magnificent showing, a showing better than their first meeting together. Michelle wanted to steal the show, and if getting a cheap victory over Raiyven was going to lead to that goal, she had to no choice but to take it. "A victory is a victory. It is hardly my fault if you were feeling too sluggish to make it into the ring in time."
Turning around, she paused and silently sighed, her nerves had finally subsided. Michelle was playing Raiyven, trying to persuade her negative emotions. Although their personal relationship may have suffered, Michelle was willing to sacrifice it. Friends aren't a necessity, their performance was all that mattered. Ready to get their meal, Michelle began to walk towards the kitchen but someone stopped her.
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Post by Nathan Michaels on Feb 16, 2013 11:39:10 GMT -5
*Nate just shook his head, what luck they seemed to have, unable to have a nice peaceful night out. Nate raised his wine glass that his beer was poured into and smiled and his sexy red haired vixen*
"You know what baby, she may have a win on you, but you my dear have won my heart, and nobody will ever be able to take that from you.
So let us drink to a wonderful valentines day, and much love to each other.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2013 12:16:01 GMT -5
Raiyven liked that idea as she smiled as she truly loved Nate.
Yeah I know baby. It is good to have you here with me. I know I can beat her. Just having you here supporting me is all I need. All I really need is you. Just glad to share this time with you and we can enjoy our meal. You have always been there for me Nate like now. Thank you so much for your love for me. Without you I don't know what I would do. You were there for me through it all. Just like the mess with Jenna and Brooke, now it is Michelle.
Raiyven reaches over to kiss Nate as a tear of love falls from her left eye.
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Post by Nathan Michaels on Feb 18, 2013 10:45:54 GMT -5
*As Nate and Raiyven kissed he wiped the tear from her face and smiled at her*
"One second baby, just going to take care of one thing."
*Nate smiled as he ran his hand through Raiyven's hair as he stepped away from the table and walked towards Michelle. It was him who stopped her before she could get into the back*
"Attendez une seconde!"
*Clearly Nate's french was a bit off be he was well aware that Michelle spoke it. *
"We are here trying to enjoy a nice romantic dinner and don't appreciate our waitress talking about the 'history' that you share. So unless you want me to cause a fuss your going to go over there an apologize to Raiyven weather you like it or not!"
*Nate was clearly not impressed with the way Michelle carried herself, insulting a paying customer in a high end restaurant, and on Valentines Day of all days. Nate may not of known who the owner was but he was more then willing to cause a stir if it came to it.*
"Est-ce clair?"
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Post by privileged on Feb 18, 2013 14:47:09 GMT -5
Michelle crossed her arms and smiled proudly as Nate Michaels firmly defended his woman. His French would have been a nice a touch if it wasn't for the fact that he was obviously Canadian. That alone should have offended Michelle, but she tried and sweep that under the table as he continued to make his case. As soon as he was finished, Michelle held up a finger to his lips shushing him. "I'm not going to apologize. If Raiyven can't keep her emotional status in check for longer than five minutes, then I'm afraid apologizing to her isn't going to fix this situation, baby." Michelle smirked as she mocked the couple's verbal abuse.
Still keeping her finger over Nate's lips, Michelle continued to explain herself. "I wasn't the one who started this fuss in the first place, but of course your recollection of the events would be in favor of her." Michelle rolled her eyes, shrugging her shoulders. "I work here, albeit not willingly. Through an ironic twist of fate I was stuck waiting your lovely table. It was your girlfriend that decided to draw her attention to this horrible occupation. It was your girlfriend that decided to mock moi. She was bolstering with confidence, thinking of herself in the highest of social hierarchy. " Michelle then brought a lone finger to a partnering ear and did a circular motion, showing that she thought Raiyven was somewhat cuckoo. "Then I say a couple sentences and suddenly she's crying? I'm not making a fuss, I'm not the one creating a scene. You are, mostly she is, and now we have an audience." Pulling her finger away from Nate's lips she presents to him the growing audience of their dirty laundry.
"Who's the say those aren't crocodile tears? She could be playing you right now, making you cause the scene for her. Maybe that's just the attention hoarder she is." She darts her gaze into Raiyven's tearful direction. "So, no. While I do appreciate this confrontation, I am not apologizing to someone who doesn't deserve the pleasure." Turning away, Michelle attempts to leave to retrieve their meals, but again she's prevented from doing so.
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Post by Nathan Michaels on Feb 18, 2013 15:16:26 GMT -5
"So let's see here, you say you are here unwillingly? That must mean you either owe someone a mighty favor, money or something similar...I would hate to put in a complaint about you and make things even more difficult for you here. "
*Nate smirked as he looked to the bartender*
"Excuse me Sir may I order your valentines package?"
*The Valentines Package included a dozen red roses, a box of chocolate, and a bottle of Bordeaux Red Wine*
"I don't care if you started it or if she did, your a professional, your going to handle yourself in such a manner if you want me to put in a good word and possibly get you out of this place.
Now your going to delieve the Valentines package to my table, smile, apologize, and we are going to move on with this night. Got it!"
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Post by privileged on Feb 22, 2013 15:20:51 GMT -5
"I'm not quite sure I do." Michelle had almost forgotten the fact that she had to be nice to costumers if she had any hopes of leaving. However, Michelle wouldn't be herself if she didn't risk something. Maybe it was a disturbed deep-rooted desire to destroy herself, but up until this point she had absolutely no quarrels with anyone inside the establishment. If she was going to get fired for one tiny mishap, at least it was with Raiyven and not someone stupid. Turning herself around, she once again gave Nate Michaels her best smile, her perfect teeth shining brightly underneath the restaurant lighting. "I don't get this." Using her index and middle fingers, she pointed at both Nate Michaels and Raiyven. "Does she use you often? Are you nothing but her little pet? Because no one that emotionally unstable can actually be in a healthy and happy relationship. You came here all smiles, ready to conquer the world. My very presence shouldn't cause someone with such high stature to fall victim to their own emotions. Part of being a respectful, professional woman is learning to hold your own and not fall victim to someone's verbal woes."
As she speaks, a fellow employee begins to hand Michelle their Valentine's package. Red rose, after red rose, after red rose get placed in her hands she takes a deep breath and smells them happily, allowing the aroma to overcome her senses. "You're not happy. Don't lie to yourself. Yes, I may have offended you, supposedly causing her to cry, but don't defend her. Don't defend that mess of a woman, you're just making yourself look like a complete and total fool." The chocolates were next as Michelle opened the box, taking a sneak peak of its contents. Licking her lips, she finds the coconut flavored one, her favorite, and licks it up out of the box. A small talent she had honed as a child and something she was still proud of. Chewing quickly, she immediately regretted not allowing herself to savor the flavor. "Are you trying to show that she should love you? Is that what this is? You weren't the first man in her life, were you?" Michelle rolls her eyes and shrugs. "I am nothing but a hurdle. You're trying to reach that metaphorical finish line, trying to win her true love. How pathetic." Lastly the red wine was handed to Michelle, which she held at arm's length, acting as if it was the worst bottle of wine in the world. "My mistake, I guess I actually do 'got it.'"
With the entire package now in hand, Michelle keeps her smile and proudly walks to the still waiting Raiyven. "Happy Valentines Day, from your love of loves, Baby." The name of Raiyven's current lover escaped her as she dumped the roses, chocolate, and bottle of wine in Raiyven's lap. Turning around, she faces Nate Michaels. "I'm sorry." Michelle closes her eyes and tries to sound apologetic as she does a bow. "I'm sorry you have to jump through hoops and prove your love for her. You should be with someone who actually doesn't feel ashamed to love you." Smirking, Michelle then walks away, not allowing anyone to distract her this time. Waving good-bye, she walks out of the restaurant, still in uniform. "Au revoir."
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