Titaniah Flair's Story

Titaniah was sitting on a table near where the music played. She held a handheld game in her hands and was playing it. Currently trying to defeat a level which for some reason involved a demon pig. Titaniah often got to try out the new developments her company made well actually all of the people were allowed to try out something if they wanted and Titaniah was trying out the new handheld console and games to go with it her company had developed, so far she was not a fan of the demon pig.

Taking a peek up from the game she spotted Renee and Percy. Titaniah did not go out much but enough to know a few people. Or at least know there names. She wasn't sure what to think of Renee she seemed nice but she rarely smiled a REAL smile. Percy on the other hand. She needed know introduction to tell he was a charmer. Titaniah hated charmers. Mostly because she found it repulsive that someone managed to flirt with people or too have one night stands and simply feel no emotion. She also might hate charmers because her own first love was a charmer and friend-zoned her. Ever sense that day she has always put all charmers in the same group.

Blinking her light eyes she turned back to the video game letting her died bangs cover her face. "Die demon pig... DIE DANG IT!!" She vigorously pressed down on the A button when she realized she had spoken louder then intended and flushed. She mumbled an embarrassed apology under her breath to anyone who had heard her before returning to her task of demon pig slaying.

Oliver Gashton

Oliver sighed in the shower as he scraped off the glitter that his stylist found it necessary to cover him with. Was glitter on men really that attractive? He certainly didn't think so, but whatever. He didn't get paid to think, something that made his life amazingly simple. All he had to do was show up, let the designers play doll with him, get his money, and go home. It was a little annoying to always have to clean himself up, what with all of the make-up and darn glitter, but it was worth it. The money was easily earned, and he could do whatever he wanted with it.

Tonight he was going to drink.

He decided, as he got out of the shower, that the last shirt they forced him in wasn't bad, just a deep blue fitted tee, and he pulled on his own pair of jeans. He ran the towel over his head to remove the excess water from his hair but left it alone besides that. It would naturally do what he wanted it to. After pulling on his shoes, he was ready to go. All he had to do was sling his bag over his shoulder and walk out the door.

Luckily, the bar wasn't too far away so it was an easy walk. If he hadn't had such a lousy glitter-covered day then he would have gone the extra mile and stopped by his place to get rid of his bag, but he wanted some alcohol ASAP. When he reached the Black Lantern, he completely bypassed the first level and went straight for the second. They knew how to make his drink down there, nice and strong.

He noticed some of the regulars already drinking, but he went right for an empty table, dropped his stuff, and waved a waitress over. She was rather nice on the eyes, especially her rather low-cut top. He couldn't help himself when he grinned at her charmingly, flashing his perfect white teeth. "I'm going to need a Shotgun please, and tell the bartender not to go easy on me." It was the best drink out there, very strong. It got it's name from the fact that if you have to many it will shoot a hole right through your stomach. After being covered in glitter all day he could use a nice gaping hole in his middle.

He pulled out some cash and handed it to her. "Keep the change." She grinned in return and stuck in the money in her shirt. He chuckled softly as she left. Hopefully she wouldn't try and give him her number or anything like that; that would be awkward. He didn't go home with wenches. He sat back in his chair as he waited for his drink.

Bastien Callent

It had been another awesome day for Bastien. It started off well with a call from his mother, nagging him to be more like his brother. Big surprise there. Then, after just barely not being late to work at the mall, his pants got ripped on the escalator, and he didn't have another pair so he had to buy a new pair. He got informed that his paycheck would be docked, and he would have to stay later for inventory. His lunch break got shortened fifteen minutes so all he managed to scarf down was a bottle of water and a dry tuna salad sandwich. To make his day even better, a little kid decided to stick gum in hair. That was fun. And instead of leaving at four he left at seven, but he was forced to clock out at four thirty so he did two and a half hours of inventory for free.

The best day ever.

The only thing he was looking forward to was going to the bar and drowning his sorrows... hopefully. He might not even have any money. But he was going to the bar regardless. Maybe he get drunk off of second-hand fumes or something. He really needed it.

After changing out of his uniform, he began the walk to the bar, enjoying the brisk feel of the weather. It was so much better than the stuffy department store. As he approached the bar he could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out but hit reject as soon as he saw the word mom. He could not deal with her right now. He shoved the phone back in his pocket and walked into the Black Lantern.

He looked around the first level before deciding that the second level was the one he preferred. It was dimmer down there and he didn't feel as much as outcast down there. It had a nicer, more... more... "accepting" kind of feel to it... Like no one judged him down there.

He noticed that he wasn't the only one who preferred the second level; he noticed some regulars. He wasn't really part of their crowd so he chose to snag a table against the wall, in the corner. No one noticed him at first, but a waitress finally saw him after dropping off a drink to table with a handsome guy that wasn't too far from his own table. Figures, he thought to himself. It makes sense that she didn't even see me. That man is definitely eye-catching. He sighed. Would he ever demand anyone's attention like that?

He ordered the cheapest thing he could think of, beer. He wasn't really a fan of it, but his wallet certainly was at the moment.

Angel could hear increasingly demanding voices of those at the bar as patrons began to shuffle in. Although he could not make out the distinct words, some sounded familiar. The usual crowd, drawn by the promise of cheap drinks, good food, and something more. He'd be working later tonight to account for the happy hour, and held a secret hope that he would at least see the most interesting patron of all - the one with wild hair, a good word, and command of the dance floor when the mood took her. Hope was always something his heart carried in this regard, but never more than on nights like this. That was when Angel was aware of it.

At the moment, however, there was meat to prepare, and the line of orders grew longer by the minute.

Whoof! Bang!

There goes the meat. Angel froze for a moment, pushing back the urge to cover his face and massage his temples in exasperated frustration. The new kitchen assistant was entirely inept. And it was up to him to oversee the college kid's successful orientation.

With a near inaudible release of breath and possibly disappointed drop of the shoulders, Angel set aside the knife he was working with and turned to face a healthy flame sprouting from the industrial stovetop. He had always been patient, but now the boy he considered his student was fruitlessly attempting to control the flame with a pan. Hopeless.

Zero time to think. In a single swift motion, Angel took the fire extinguisher near his feet with one hand, crossed the distance to the flame in three strides, and pulled the alarmed cook aside with the other. Within seconds, a thick white substance covered the entire stove and all its once edible contents. A little bit of it escaped onto the stainless steel shelves upon which completed orders were placed before they were taken to the customers.

Someone was going to get the short end of the owner's temper.

Daemon had been lurking in the back of the bar for well over an hour, nursing a light beer and scribbling away in a journal. He'd mostly been writing a paragraph, only to go back and cross it out with ugly black strokes before beginning afresh. He was starting to tilt on the edge of frustration, which was threatening to bubble over now that the once-empty room was filling up with the evening crowd. The noise level was spiking, cutting into his concentration. Daemon didn't quite like that.

But it was better than slipping home to an empty apartment, pacing hollowly back and forth, perhaps watching a little TV. The loneliness was more invasive in silence; at least the noise here kept his anger focused outward rather than inward. He knew well, when his anger was focused on himself, it didn't take him long to tear himself apart.

But here, here he could hate others for their happiness. Or he could hate them for their sorrow and self-pitying ways. Both types of people were common enough in a place like this. And Daemon was in a hateful mood.

He glanced a table over, to where a pale man with long hair had just taken a seat. He examined him quietly, watching his silence and then his interaction with the waitress. Daemon pursed his lips and nodded curtly to himself, mentally sorting him into his second category, the one he himself fell into: self-pitying fool.

The girl on the handheld game, though- she was different. She was alone, so she could not be happy, not by his understanding. But neither was she silently lurking. He'd been glancing at her every so often, though furtively, so as not to seem a creep. But she puzzled him a bit. He always hated it when people didn't fit into his categories. He never quite new how to act.

Not that it matters, Damon told himself, a bitter chuckle escaping his lips. Not like you need to act around them. Not like you'll talk to them.

He glanced back down at his notebook, at the blacked out lines, and frowned harder.

Today just wasn't looking up.

A waitress came by to pick up the prepared orders, and frowned when she saw the foaming mess beyond the counter spilling onto the racks. Angel tried a friendly apologetic grin, but the desired effect was diminished as the fire retardant also stained his own white uniform. She took a plate with a roll of her eyes and walked off before he could stop her. Some of the spray from the foam had gotten onto that burger, but it was already gone.

"What did you have on there," Angel asked the hapless trainee, trying to keep a straight expression as the smile dissapeared from his face.

He received a longer list than he had expected. The clawed hand of pressure tightened around his chest with the knowledge that they were now behind on one of their busiest nights, and the owner would certainly feel no remorse pinning some of the blame on him.

"Clean this up. Then cover my station," he said, pushing the used fire extinguisher into the boy's hands. "I got it."

Without another word, Angel turned and commandeered one of the corner stoves. He piled on the ingredients and took the appropriate cooking tools with barely a glance. It was automatic at this point. While not the highest paid, or even the highest ranked, kitchen worker at the Black Lantern, Angel was certainly known for his combination of speed and skill when it came to crunch. Hence the lack of opposition as he left his usual station to make up for all the back orders. He sincerely hoped that this would be the most catastrophic event of the evening, that knives would prove to be at least slightly less dangerous that open flames, and that no one would complain too loudly about their late meals.

Within minutes, some semblance of order had been restored to the kitchen. As Angel continued to prepare the meals furiously, the tenuous peace was broken by a second loud crash. This time it was the door, being swung open forcefully as Rick, the Black Lantern's owner appeared. His burly frame filled the doorway as he glared furiously at his kitchen staff.

"What happened? Customers are complaining! Where are their orders?!"

All work ceased as Rick's scowling gaze fell over the nearly cleaned source of fire. Every eye stared at the skinny, sweating new kid with the bewildered expression. The knife in his hand almost shook.

"I . . uh . . sir - " he fumbled before being brusquely cut off.

"Angel! What's the deal?"

"We had a . . . setback, sir," Angel explained calmly.

He had weathered Rick's rough temper before, and knew how to take it.

"Then why aren't you at your station?"

Inwardly, Angel growled in frustration. This was one of those difficult moods. He hated those, as they tended to lead to unnecessary conflict.

"As I said, we're behind. I've taken the liberty of trading with Jim so that we can get everything ready," he explained, hoping that no one would suffer too badly from the fiery fiasco.

Rick seemed to fume, but Angel knew that was simply his way of deciding what to do next.

"You're fired!"

Angel's hopes were dashed. The silence was palpable - not a knife against wood, or a fork against a ceramic plate, nor any of the usual kitchen sounds filled the heavy air. He stared, not sure how to respond to this. Had he understood correctly? Was this just another one of those moods? Had Rick finally cracked? What?

He didn't get a chance to ask any of these questions, as Rick stormed out into the main bar.

"What are you still doing here," he growled from the bar's side of the racked counter.

"Sorry, sir . . ." he managed to mutter.

Feeling more than a little awkward and embarrassed by the situation, Angel turned down the gas stove and made the long walk across the entire kitchen. He deliberately looked straight ahead to avoid eye contact or any unwanted display of emotions. Yet it was difficult to keep the disconsolate look from his eyes or the tension from his features. He was glad to cover his stained uniform covered by the rough jacket he wore in all seasons save late spring and summer, to leave the heat of the kitchen behind, and for the dimness of the bar once he stepped out.

Looking up, he noted two of the most frequent regulars at the bar. Angel slipped unobtrusively from behind the bar in an unusual attempt to avoid the waitresses who had undoubtedly heard at least some of the commotion. As might have any patron who had not yet completely drowned his senses in drink. He froze when his eyes fell across a lively, solitary figure with a handheld device. He had planned on slinking away in shame to decide his next move. Now what?

Titaniah looked up from her game when commotion sounded from the kitchen. She paused her game having the worst feeling a scene was about to be made. And she was right when the owner stormed by. She let her hair cover her gave but the game stayed paused as she listened to the commotion sounding from the kitchen. The owner was angry. Very angry. She listened as the owner yelled demanding to know what was going on, there was a silence before more yelling and Angel walked out of the kitchen. Fired? Probably... She felt bad for the guy and stretched out her legs putting away her handheld before standing up and stretching her baggy Capri shorts had left little red marks on her skin, the type that made you feel sore. She let her hood fall of and looked over at Rick who was annoyed and smirked. She never liked the owner. Mostly because she was not one for drinking and he use to throw her out allot. That was until she found something that made him owe her big time.

She marched over to the owner not bending her legs in a nearly comical way, she stopped dead in front of the owner and smiled. "Moody today aren't we Rick?" She watched the owner glare and she simply smiled pleasantly in response. "Being a bit tough today aren't we??? You know... Maybe you should reconsider your earlier evaluation and... Offer everyone a free drink of there choice..."

She watched Rick tense before answering in angry hushed tones. "You know very well I'm in charge he-" He barely finished his sentence before he saw Titaniah's eyes narrow. She watched him nod before she nodded in return and smiled.

"So it's all settled... Now cheer up it's suppose to be happy hour~" She spun on her heels and headed back to her table giving the man. Angel??? Was it? The 'you owe me one.' look.

She walked past her table at first over to where the music played and requested a lighter happier song. When it started playing she smiled feeling the tension in the room ease to the sound of good music. Finally she sat back down on her table bobbing and moving to the music, while she flipped open her handheld game and returned to the on-slaught of piggy demons. She could not be sure why she had helped the man out... Or why she made Rick buy everyone a drink of there choice. Maybe she just wanted to lighten the mood. I mean being a non-drinker the only reason she went to the bar was to lighten up the long boring days. And listen to some tunes. She simply hoped no one really noticed her mostly silent talk with the owner, Her bright eyes looked up and at all the faces just to check. She noticed the odd person looking her way but aside that no one. Titaniah wasn't the manipulative sort. But she knew people and she was ready to pull strings if needed.

Renee grinned back to her companion, Percy, when he made his reaction - although it would appear that her question would take another turn. It made her wonder his intentions today for a brief moment. That was until she watched him eye the waitress. When the woman left, the scientist would smile and mutter under her breath, "Oh Percy." She loved his lusty ways. Yet, after little time, their conversation would begin once more.

"Me, shenanigans? Don't be silly. I-" She was cut-off as Percy would thrust her attention to a more interesting subject. It was Oliver. The dirtiest thoughts imaginable would fall upon Renee's mind as her blue eyes studied his body that had mostly ignored her and headed for an empty table. As she casually watched him speak to the whorish waitress, the woman would feel a pang of jealouy rise up. How she wanetd to rip that woman out of the scene by her prisy hair. Oh how it annoyed her. As she began to bite at her bottom lip in mild discontent, her mind was pulled out of her vile imagination by a loud crash. It caused her to perk up her shoulders and move her eyes onto the direction of the kitchen. She would have loved to make a snarky comment about the condition of this place today; however, another crash was rang and she watched as Rick, the owner, storm into the kitchen and scream around.

"He's almost as loud as you are in bed." Renee jokes, smirking to Percy. But then the joke fell as a firey term echoed. It had even put Renee in surprise. Angel had worked at the Black Lantern for as long as the woman could recall - even though she only received regular status three months ago. It was long enough for her anyways. Her blue eyes would watch as the man tried to quickly leave the kitchen as her voice rose up on an unrelated topic, "But I assume I should ask you the same: how has your day been? You seem...in well enough spirits." She would have kept her attention on the lovely blonde had the other female customer not decided to add to the fight.

Renee watched for a brief moment before she lost interest. Free drinks from Rick? Jokes. The woman doubted such a thing. He was a cheap man but liked to avoid conflict with his customers, considering some of the customers he would get. So while the other woman was on her power trip, the scientist decided to turn back to Percy. "It seems that we keep getting interrupted tonight." Renee quietly cooed with a smile.

After the moment of doubt, Angel decided that if he was going to be destitute, he might as well spend what money and self respect he had left on pursuing a relationship he had always hoped for but had never been quite brave enough to initiate. With a deep breath to control himself to the extent possible, he stepped forth from the shadows in the direction of the slight eccentric woman near the door.

Here goes everything.

Then the unthinkable happened. She got up. She walked towards him.

Shit. Now what?!

Before he could say anything, the woman slipped past him to cut Rick off before he could catch up to Angel and humiliate him further. He watched the exchange with a confused expression, which turned to one that said "Umm . . . thanks?" once the exchange was complete.

Rick first stared daggers at the woman's back, then glared at Angel.

"You can finish tonight," he conceded, his voice and body language indicating that he would not be entirely opposed if Angel returned.

Angel could not help but grin impishly. He may not have been a particularly haughty individual, but he knew that he could cook well enough for any of the upscale restaurants in the area given the chance, even if he was not quite underhand or aggressive enough to beat out all of the competition for such a position.

Before returning to complete his shift for the night, Angel turned his attention to Titaniah, already back in her place kicking it back to the sound of an upbeat tune. Whatever she had done to sway him must have been impressive indeed. It further sparked his curiosity as he made the possibly rash decision of approaching her.

"Hey . . . uh, thanks for that," he said as a hand subconsciously stretching to rub the back of his neck. "The name's Angel."

Titaniah looked up and smiled politely at angel. "Name's Titaniah..." She looked over at Rick. "He's probably gonna hate me for the next little while now...But I could not let him simply fire my favorite cook...I mean no one cooks quite the way you do and this is my night for eating out...The rest of the time I'm stuck at home fighting my microwave..." She looked down at her game and continued to play. "I feel kinda bad ordering Rick around but he did owe me for the time I bailed him out of trouble..." She looked up at Angel between her wispy bangs. To be honest this was the first time she'd ever seen the man outside of the kitchen. On the occasion she would see him peek out but aside that she'd never noticed him. Not because she was rude. But simply because she always was to busy. Either filling out paperwork. Trying out a new product or dancing around.

Now that Titaniah did have the time she observed Angel. He was older then her. She wasn't sure by how much but he had a kind face and gentle eyes. Perhaps that's why Rick hired him. He was probably the only cook who would put up with the constant screaming and drama. Not to mention the hissy fits Rick had on occasion. The owner was more like a teenage girl on her period then a teenage girl on her period was. Wait...What kind of messed up example is that?? As she snapped out of her thoughts she looked up to find Angel still there and flushed not quite sure what to say. "You know...You really did not have to thank me..."

Angel's normally borderline swarthy complexion deepened at Titaniah's words. For as long as he had been at the Black Lantern, he had noticed the habits of most of the regulars. Some, however, were more noticed than others, and he had never seen Titaniah with another man for longer than once dance. This was only an observation made in passing, of course.

"He hates everyone," said Angel with a good-natured, almost sportive smile. "You just have to know how to work around him."

What trouble?

Not a question that remained in the forefront of his mind for too long at the moment. Maybe some day, but now Angel had only minutes to keep Titaniah's attention before she decided that he was too dull to bother with, and he returned to work without the hope of future . . . anything with her.

"Why not? You could have called in that favor any time, let me walk away in shame and forget this ever happened. Now I owe you. Dinner. Tonight. Or tomorrow, whichever night you decide that your microwave doesn't cut it."

Both the question and the offer were sincere. If Titaniah laughed in his face, well . . . he had already been embarrassed enough that day to make it worth the risk.

Titaniah smiled at Angel. "I was going to refuse but... Well I hate my microwave... And you seem really kind...So...Il let you know when I'd like a meal...It's very kind of you..." As she finally went back to her game she smirked. "But for the record...I'd never be able to simply pretend it never happened...Call me a marshmallow ball or what but I can't just forget when thing's like this happen."

She huffed upset when the Game Over screen popped up flashing its bright colors. "I do NOT know what I'm doing wrong but I cannot beat this stupid demon piggy...I mean... ITS A PIG come on I should be able to take it out somehow." She knocked her head agaisnt the back wall. "Curse you Demon Piggy curse youuuuu~" Once she was done her over exaggerated cursing of the pig she sat back up.

Feeling slightly awkward and noticing that people turned to stare at her awkwardly she placed the game down on the table. "Well... If I did not just manage to make things awkward I do not know what will..." She blushed brightly and face-palmed. Why did she always do these things to herself. She did not even like attention she was simply prone to wild random outbursts of actions, decisions, announcements, or dancing.

Wanting to ignore the awkward gazes she picked up her game and flipped it open again. Her eyes were wild with determination to defeat her enemy... The pig. Right as she was about to press the 'Try Again' button her stomach let out a growl that caused her to freeze. "Umm... I MIGHT have to take you on that offer for food sooner then you think..." She laughed awkwardly her face a light shade of pink. Today was just one of those days where she had no idea what to do aside sit there red as a tomato.

Crossing arms over his chest as he leaned against a nearby column, Angel raised a curious brow and instead of fading, the smile simply became a bemused grin. The self proclaimed awkwardness aside, he could see that her spirit was as fiery as her eccentric hair. He loved it. Why couldn't anyone else see it? Surely, she wouldn't be here talking to him if they did.

Anyway, wait - what was that? Titaniah had accepted his offer? Willingly? Although he understood that some might have done so just for a free meal, or for whatever other underhand purpose they had in mind, Angel liked to believe that his was not such a case. His eyes lit up visibly with this hope as he stood to his full impressive height.

"One hour," he said, looking Titaniah in the eye and placing a single key in her hand. "Go in through the back door, half a block west. You won't be disappointed."

Possibilities raced through Angel's mind as he considered how exactly to make this happen. Maybe giving her the key to the place was a little much? At the risk of causing more trouble than good, he thought it a tangible way to ensure that he kept his promise. And aside from some of the patrons, it was the only beautiful thing about the Black Lantern. This key was worn down to a dull shine, measured about one palm in length, and had a simple yet decorative top made of winding Celtic-looking knots.

Titaniah blinked down at the key place in her hand. A key??? Wasn't that a BIT much??? Well Angel did seem the trusting type and it's not like Titaniah was going to steal anything. Even in her 'pirate' days she'd been noble. Stealing wasn't her thing. She smiled at Angel. "Key's a bit much but thank you... 1 hour, back door half a block west got it... If I'm late... It's most probably cause I'm lost...But don't worry il get there eventually..." She smiled.Titaniah could see Rick passing and giggled. "I think Rick is waiting for you... Jeez he's like an over-dramatic spazzy girlfriend with everyone who works here." She grinned playfully. Rick seemed to somehow know she was talking about him and huffed walking into the kitchen to go yell at the other people.

"I'm not worried. If you get lost, I'll find you," he answered.

Perhaps it was more than what others may have trusted a stranger with, but Angel was one to trust his instincts and good nature in this case. Of course, human psychology was an interesting thing - it believed what it wanted to. In any case, he spoke more truthfully than Titaniah may have expected. Of all the things a person can lose, misplace, or abandon, Angel had never succeeded in doing any of those things with the Black Lantern's master key. He had done so with just about every other object he owned, but never that particular key. On the rare occasion that he couldn't find it, it turned up in the pocket of whoever was to open or close the kitchen in his place. That key always came back to whoever it wanted to, to whoever needed it - always.

A vaguely bored expression crossed Angel's otherwise hopeful features. He half-smiled wryly in return as he shook his head lightly.

"I'm thinking of breaking it off as soon as the third corner of the love triangle notices me," he joked back.

Ok, it was half joking, but he didn't feel the need to reveal that. Although Angel would not willingly quite the job that paid his bills, there was that "third corner" of the triangle whose attention he was trying to get.

With that, he turned towards the bar and made his way back to the kitchen behind it. It would be the longest and shortest hour of the night.

Titaniah giggled and watched Angel go before returning to her video game. She was oddly eager about the prospect of spending more time with the cook. Mostly because it would save her from the loneliness of her home. But also because he intrigued her. She was more of an introvert these days with mostly neutral opinions on everyone. So the thought of getting to know someone brought her a certain sense of joy. It meant she could actually get to know someone.

The hour passed by slowly for Titaniah who squirmed and tried to keep her eyes on the screen instead of her clock. When the hour was nearing an end she admired her game score and smiled a little deciding to write notes on the game before the hour was up.

A satisfied smile tugged at the corner of Angel's lips as he entered for his - for lack of a better word - "office". Naturally, he received a few stares, including one from his apprentice.

"What," he said in mock self-defense as he hung up his rough linen jacket. "We've all met. I work until 10."

"10?"

"Yeah. I'm booking early. Got a date."

Without further comment on the matter, but obvious curiosity from the kitchen staff, Angel allowed them to coordinate how to cover him while he . . .worked. In other words, he did in fact cook, but not for the Black Lantern.

Within the hour, a place had been set up in the storage holds of the bar. It may not have sounded romantic to the inattentive ear, but Angel had moved one of the staff tables conveniently among the wine racks. More specifically, the best wine that the Black Lantern carried. This was complete with soup, steak, and spinach puffs.

With the anticipation only a hopeful heart can have, he waited just inside the back door. Leaning against the cinderblock wall in an attempt to look casual, he was about to begin pacing. Should he go get her? Perhaps that would be a more gentlemanly thing to do. But too obvious?

(( OOC: oAo SPINACH PUFFS~ Sorry had to spazz about it xD That was always my favorite thing about Kronk... That and his little shoulder... thingy's :P ))

Titaniah knew she was already late. When her eyes finally spotted Kronk. She had followed his directions exactly but still somehow ended up a little bit lately. She would never know why but she seemed to always be late. Or always be early. She blushed at Kronk. "Sorry for my tardy-ness... At least I did not get lost." She smiled at him and laughed a little at his attempt to look casual. "Hey just calm down I don't bite... Mostly..." She grinned from ear to ear playfully.

Before today Titaniah had always thought of Angel as a bit to kind for his own good. But for some reason she was beginning to understand that the cook was a bit bolder then he let on. Most guys were not brave enough to approach Titaniah especially when she made it clear after her first bad romance she was not in the mood to be any mans... pet? But she could tell Angel was not that type of person and it set her at ease. At ease enough to agree to a dinner with the man.

((OOC: Haha, yeah I thought that might be an amusing reference. It's definitely one of his more memorable moments, which popped into my head as I was writing that post.))

The whole suggestion for the dinner had initially been a last ditch effort to maintain some semblance of self-respect, but now seemed to be the start of something good.

You may not, but they do, Angel thought.

"I'm always calm. Don't hold back on my account," he said, mirroring her own playful grin with as good-natured of one of his own as he could manage.

After he said it, Angel's eyes drifted to the ominous forms that had been loitering around near the alley between the two buildings. Street lamps provided just enough light to see them, and were just dim enough to cast deep shadows around them. He kept them in the corner of his eye as he opened the door for Titaniah to enter and almost protectively followed her inside.

Titaniah walked inside then looked around an grinned. "Had I known you would have made it so fancy I would have gone home and changed." She blushed a little and blinked over at the meal. She eyed the spinach puffs before giggling then laughing. "Are you a mind reader??? I LOVE spinach puffs~" She grinned at Angel before looking at all the effort he had put into everything and blushing a little. It was clear he had put in thought to all this and it made her feel a little timid and shy.