Snippet #2763872

Birger laughed a hearty laugh before shaking his head, "I have no idea what you meant, babe." He smirked and then blinked. "You eat nuggets and the babies are in your tummy... but you used to live under a rock so... I can see you eating stones..." He smirked and shook his head before the waitress came and got their orders.

Luther huffed, "I have worked for that title Cocky. I have every right to be cocky, okay?" He smirked before blinking. "I used to be a Jasper... then I became an escort and businessman." He smirked before blinking. "Not pawn out baby, the hell woman. I said the BABY stuff. If you have a girl give the STUFF away. You... I have no words for you." He sighed.

James came back and looked at her, "Let's go." He said before walking and going outside. If she followed then she followed, if she didn't then she didn't care at this point. He was so confused by her. Either she was happy or she wasn't. He wasn't going to keep her around if she wasn't. There would be no point in this relationship if she wasn't. He got that she wanted to be more like herself and he was going to let her, except for the baby thing.

Osmond smirked, "Well you did learn to bounce... soo... not all wasted." He smirked before thinking about his answer. "Well when I was eight there was a very cold winter and I got my tongue stuck on the iced pond on a dare. It sucked but I won a good chunk of change." He smiled proudly.

Dev smiled, "Well your sister is doing it right..." She said and then giggled a bit. "Sweet, now Vlora can stop telling me I am being to rough on you. I was like, excuse me? He seems like a tough man. If he is like, twenty-six and can't take me trying to help his back... then he is falsy advertising to being someone who can handle his own... which... is a good cover up until you actually need to fight." She smiled and walked up with him. "Buy whatever you want, okay?" She said and order a double cheeseburger with loaded fries and nachos loaded and a large soda.

Bastian smiled a little at her words, kissing her back gently. When he broke the kiss he gazed deeply into her eyes, smiling and trailing his thumb across her lips delicately. He hesitated a moment, glancing away before looking back into her eyes. "Je croix que je t'aime, ma cherie. I love you," he whispered, not sure how she'd react but hoping she wouldn't be upset. He knew they hadn't been together long, but the time they'd been together had been perfect. She was everything he'd never have asked for on his own, and he couldn't have been happier.

Vlora smoked as his thumb trailed her lips and when he spoke French she about melted, only to actually melt when he said she loved him. She couldn't stop smiling, "I love you too, Mi Amor." She whispered and kissed him softly. Hazel was going to die.

Bastian grinned at the look on her face when she heard his words, the way she couldn't seem to stop smiling. He loved that he had been the one to put such a beautiful look on her beautiful face. He felt like his heart may burst when she said she loved him too, and he kissed her back softly, wrapping both arms around her and holding her close to him. He pulled back after a moment, lifting a hand to tuck some loose hair away from her face. "We should go out for dinner, or something of the sort. To celebrate. I can have Claire arrange reservations for us someplace nice," he suggested.

Vlora laughed softly, "mmm yes... but we have to eat lunch first." She smiled and poked his nose softly before handing him the bag. "I got chinese." She giggled

Bastian chuckled a bit at her words and nodded. "Of course, of course. Lunch first," he said. He took his bag from her and sat down in his chair, nodding towards the chair across from his. "You can bring that around to this side of the desk to sit with me, if you'd like. Or, I suppose, you can sit across from me," he said, opening his bag and pulling out his food.

Vlora looked at the door and then back at him. "Let me go clean up a bit." She smirked and hurried out to the bathroom. Not making eye contact with anyone before going clean up and head back up where she scooted the chair next to him and ate. She had forgotten all about needing to get the pill.

Bastian nodded when she said she had to go clean up a bit. He headed downstairs while she was gone and asked Claire to make them dinner reservations at a nice restaurant in town. She avoided eye contact, but agreed, and he made up back upstairs before Vlora had returned. He started to eat, looking up at her as she came back and giving her a warm smile. "I asked Claire to make us dinner reservations, so if you meet me here at closing time we can go. Wear the nicest dress you own - not that this isn't lovely, of course, but... oh, you know what I mean," he said, furrowing his brow a bit.

Vlora laughed softly, "My nicest? I was going to wear that on to the ball, but if that's what you want." She smirked and went sit near before grabbing her own food. He was so handsome and sweet... how could she not love him? "I think you should give Claire a bonus... or a bit of a raise. That woman has to deal with some shit." She laughed softly once more.

Bastian blinked when she said she was going to wear her nicest dress to the ball and he shook his head. "Well, no... not a ballgown, cherie, but a nice dress," he said, shaking his head a bit. He ate some of his food before Vlora commented that he should give Claire a raise or a bonus of some sort, and he blinked. "I could certainly do that. She is an excellent secretary, after all. She more than deserves a raise," he said with an approving nod.

Vlora giggled and nodded, "Nice dress and you better give that pretty elf a raise." She said and chopped her chop sticks at him before smiling. "So... something long would work? But like... not poofy and ball gownish...." She sighed as she tried thinking about it. "I am sure I can get help from Hazel and Dev." She smirked.

Bastian chuckled a bit and he nodded. "Claire's getting a raise. I'm sure she'll appreciate it. She seemed to be avoiding making eye contact when I went downstairs to have her arrange dinner for us," he said with a slight smirk. "Something long would certainly work. You'd look beautiful in something long," he told her, and then playfully chopped his own chop sticks at her the way she'd done to him.

Vlora blushed and sighed, "She totally heard. Which means anyone who is in here probably heard. Ugh the walk of shame is going to be tense." She said and looked over at him before laughing softly. "Got it. Something long. I gotta look beautiful for my man." Vlora said softly and looked at him before stealing one of his pieces of chickens and giggled.

Bastian nodded when Vlora said that Claire had totally heard. "Yes, and yes. I suppose it could be worse, though - at least you're an adult, and I didn't sleep with a child in my office," he said, sighing and shaking his head. He was still beyond pissed about that. He blinked when she said that she had to look beautiful for her man. "Vlora, you always look beautiful," he said softly. He blinked when she stole his chicken, narrowing his eyes at her and moving his chicken out of her reach.

Vlora shook her head, "This is another reasons why we didn't really trust lawyers, I mean... we trused one and he is a close family friend, but he is a good family man. Kind of reminds me of you." She said softly and then blushed when he said she was always beautiful. "Oh nooo, you moved your chicken away from me... whatever shall I do?" She giggled.