Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3058106-20151201172442

Note: So I wrote some more trash for fun and plots and fun. Anyway, this takes place on Thanksgiving (Nov 26), but I've been really busy and wasn't able to finish this until today. Sorry for the trash.

...~*~... Olivia looked through the contacts of her phone trying to find the number to an old friend. She had been meaning to ask how things were, but was trying to remember if she had her friend’s number still. As she looked through, she passed the name Bar Guy Brian. She looked at the name carefully, trying to recall who this guy even was. Olivia glanced up from her phone and saw Teresa standing around in the kitchen fixing herself a bowl of cereal. “Hey,” Olivia said, catching Teresa’s attention. “Is Bar Guy Brian that guy that I-”

She was interrupted by Teresa before she could even finish her sentence. “Yes, you and Bar Guy Brian made out in the bathroom. It was very classy,” Teresa answered, not even glancing up towards Olivia.

“Do you think I should call him?” Olivia asked uncertainly. She rarely got random numbers from people she drunkenly met and wasn’t sure what to do with the number.

“Well, if you want to have a fun rendezvous in a bathroom, then yeah, call him,” Teresa replied sarcastically, while walking over to where Olivia was seated. Teresa started eating her cereal while Olivia tried to think about what she should do.

“I’m not exactly looking for a fun bathroom rendezvous,” Olivia said, shaking her head.

“Then don’t call him.”

“But I want to.”

“Then call him.”

“I don’t know!” Olivia groans, sighing loudly.

“Give me your phone,” Teresa said, holding out her hand.

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

Olivia uncertainly handed Teresa her phone. Teresa took the phone and pressed the call button for Bar Guy Brian. Olivia’s eyes widened and she began to shake her head no, but Teresa gave Olivia the phone. Olivia was about to hang up when she heard Brian’s voice on the other end of the line. “Hello?” she heard him ask.

Olivia quickly put the phone up to her ear while glaring towards Teresa. “Hi, Brian!” she said, looking away from Teresa. “This is Olivia. From the other night. I don’t know if you remember me.”

“Of course he remembers you. You made out in the romantic bathroom,” Teresa mumbled as she took another bite of her cereal. Olivia shot Teresa a glare and stood up from the couch.

“Oh, yeah, I definitely remember,” Brian said.

“Okay, awesome. I was just, uh, I don’t know.” Olivia glanced towards Teresa who just shrugged. Olivia sighed and tried to think of what to say. “Just, maybe we could go out to eat or something?”

“It’s Thanksgiving, you dumbass,” Teresa whisper shouted towards Olivia.

“Oh wait shit. It’s Thanksgiving. I can’t remember if you have plans or not. If you do we can maybe get dinner some other day or something. If you want. We don’t have to. Whatever is fine with me, honestly,” Olivia rambled.

Brian laughed on the other end of the line. “I’m not doing anything today, actually. We could go out today if you want,” he said.

“Oh, really? Great!” Olivia paused and shook her head at herself for making it sound like she’s happy he’s not invited to any family or friend dinners. “And by great, I mean great that we can get dinner today.” She heard Teresa chuckling at how dumb she was making herself sound, so Olivia stuck her tongue out at Teresa, who only did the same thing towards Olivia.

“Don’t worry. I know what you meant,” Brian told her. “Where do you want to get dinner?”

“Uh, where do I want to get dinner?” Olivia said, looking towards Teresa for help. “Let me think about it.”

“Q? In Miduna?” Teresa suggested, shrugging. “Or Sampson’s in town.”

“Is Q open today, though?” Olivia whispered, putting her phone against her shoulder. “I know Sampson’s definitely is.”

“Then go to Sampson’s.”

“So, does Sampson’s Steakhouse in Blackwood Mountain sound good?” Olivia asked Brian, hoping that it worked for him. She wasn’t sure what all was open on Thanksgiving, but she knew Sampson’s definitely was.

“Yeah, Sampson’s sounds great. Do you think it’s open today?” Brian asked.

“It should be. The other night at the bar someone who was a waiter or something there was complaining about how Sampson’s is open all day Thanksgiving,” Olivia asked. “They complained about it for way too long. It was awful.”

Brian laughed. “Okay, so Sampson’s it is then. Should I meet you there at around six?”

“Yes! Six is great.”

“I’ll see you then.”

“See you soon!” Olivia said excitedly, ending the call.

“You’re welcome,” Teresa said from her seat on the couch.

“For...?”

“For calling Bar Guy Brian for you,” Teresa answered, rolling her eyes at Olivia. “Without me you’d still be struggling to figure out whether or not you should even consider calling him.

“Shut up,” Olivia said, rolling her eyes. “But also thanks.”

...~*~...

Olivia made it to Sampson’s almost fifteen minutes early. She had no idea why she decided to leave so early, but part of her wanted to make certain that she was not late. Sighing, Olivia looked over at her phone and started trying to find something to do to waste time. She started playing solitaire on her phone when she got a text from Brian. It said he had just gotten to the restaurant and was wondering if he should get them a table. She quickly texted him back letting him know that she was already there. Olivia closed her solitaire game and grabbed her purse. She made sure everything was definitely in there and got out of her car. She walked towards the entrance of the restaurant where she saw Brian already standing inside, away from the cold.

“Hey!” she exclaimed when she saw him. A smile came across her face as she looked up towards him.

“Hey, it’s great to see you again,” Brian said, smiling back towards her.

“You too!” Olivia said. Olivia went in for a hug even though most of her brain was telling her to not do that. She had always been the type of person to hug just about anyone, so she was going to blame her random hug on that. She pulled away from the short embrace, already missing the feeling of his arms around her. “Anyway, do you know if they have open tables?” she asked although she already knew they did. The restaurant was almost completely empty except for a few other people who were celebrating their Thanksgiving at the steakhouse.

“Yeah, I went ahead and asked for a table, but asked they wait on you to show up first,” Brian said just as a waitress came over to take them to their table. They ended up with a booth table and sat across from each other.

Olivia glanced over the menu, not sure what exactly to say to Brian. Already she was mentally regretting asking him out for dinner. “So, uh, I think I already know what I’m getting,” she said, not looking up towards him. “I practically always get the same thing each time I come here.”

“I know what you mean. I do the same thing,” he said as he closed his menu.

“Yeah, I feel like most people do. Or, at least, the ones who never do anything exciting,” she joked.

“It’s probably exactly that last one,” he said, laughing a bit.

“What? So you never go on crazy and amazing adventures?” Olivia teased.

“Me? Oh no,” he said in mock serious. “I’m far too old for that.”

“How old are you if you’re too old for crazy adventures?”

“Ninety.”

Olivia laughed, shaking her head. “Oh, ninety, huh? I remember when I was ninety I was still going on adventures.”

Brian rolled his eyes. “Damn, you must’ve been a crazy ninety year old.”

“That I certainly was,” she said, nodding her head and smiling widely. “But, seriously, how old are you?”

“Pretty old.”

“That answers nothing. But, let me guess. You are...” Olivia paused and looked Brian over. “Forty year old man sneaking away from his wife and five kids. You want to pretend you’re young again.”

Brian laughed. “Close,” he said. “Except I’m not forty, not married, I certainly do not have five kids, and I’m also not pretending to be young.”

“Oh, so, not close at all then?”

“Yeah, not close at all,” he agreed, laughing again. “But you’re close to the forty part.”

“Oh god. You’re like fifty aren’t you?”

“Fifty?” Brian asked, raising his eyebrows as a look of amusement crossed his face. “I don’t have any gray hair. I’m not fifty.”

“Yeah, so you dye it.”

“No, I really don’t.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure you’re fifty. I think I see a gray hair right now,” Olivia joked, leaning across the table to pretend to find a gray hair in his hair. Brian grabbed her wrist to stop her from touching his hair. Olivia’s mouth widened and she raised her eyebrows in faux surprise. “Excuse you,” she said, pretending to be angered, but failing to stop the smile that was appearing on her face. “I was trying to prove to you how white your hair is.”

“Nope, sorry. That’s very impossible,” he said, letting go of her wrist and smiling.

“I’ll prove it to you one day.”

“Yeah, maybe when I’m fifty.”

“Okay, but for real this time, how old are you?” Olivia asked, trying to look serious, but still smiling widely.

“How old are you?”

“I asked you first! You have to answer,” Olivia said, shaking her head at him. Brian only shrugged and she rolled her eyes. “Okay, okay. Fine.” She took a deep breath and shook her head at him again. “But after this you have to tell me how old you are.”

“Deal.”

“I’m twenty-nine,” she told him.

“Wow, I guess I am old.”

“Oh come on, how old are you?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Oh my god... You are fifty aren’t you?”

“No, I’m not. I’m thirty-six.”

“Oh, that’s not old,” Olivia said. “And you had me thinking that you were fifty!”

“I might be,” Brian said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Oh, shut up,” Olivia said shaking her head and rolling her eyes.

“Fine, fine, I’ll shut up,” he said, holding his hands up in defeat.

“I’m sorry, but you were still speaking.” Brian smirked and shook his head. He put his hands back down and didn’t say anything else. He only looked at Olivia. After about a minute of silence, Olivia groaned. “Okay, you can speak now,” she said, motioning with her hand for him to speak. “You’ve proven… nothing, actually.” Brian stayed silent and only shrugged his shoulders. “Oh come on,” Olivia said in exasperation. She stared back at Brian and crossed her arms over her chest. She waited for a few more seconds and groaned. “Speak!” Brian shrugged again and Olivia groaned. “How am I supposed to convince you to talk to me?” she asked him, but his response was only another shrug. “Do I have to… I don’t know… I really have no idea.” Brian smirked over towards her.

The waiter came over to their table to take their orders. They both ordered and as soon as the waiter left, Olivia looked towards Brian. “So you speak for him but not me?”

“I was ordering food. Of course I’d speak to the waiter,” Brian answered. “I’m not rude.”

“Only rude to me,” Olivia joked.

“Yeah, just you. Maybe a few other people.”

“Thanks. I really appreciate that.”

“You’re welcome. I’m glad to be of service.”

“Wonderful,” Olivia replied, nodding her head and rolling her eyes at him.

…~*~…

After finishing their dinner and paying the bill, Brian and Olivia left the restaurant to go out to their vehicles. They were parked right next to each other as there was really no one at the restaurant in the first place. Olivia leaned up against the side of her car at the driver’s door. “So,” she said, smiling up at Brian. “This was nice.”

“It really was,” Brian agreed.

“We should do this again sometime. Hopefully sometime soon.”

“Definitely. I’m usually free on the weekends, unless something comes up.”

“What else could come up? Do you have a girlfriend or wife you’re keeping secret from me?” Olivia joked.

“You’ve found me out,” Brian said dramatically. “My secret wife will be so angry to hear about our date.”

“Oh, what’s her name?”

“Uh… Billie Jean.”

“Poor, poor Billie Jean,” Olivia said, shaking her head in disappointment. “I hope Billie Jean won’t mind this at all.”

“She probably won’t care we got dinner. She doesn’t ever care or think about anything.”

“No, I didn’t mean that,” Olivia said, as she took a step closer to Brian, removing any space that had separated them. She stood up on her tip-toes and kissed him. She pulled away after a few short seconds and smiled up at him. “I meant that.”

“Oh, she won’t care about that at all,” Brian said, nodding his head. “Ashley won’t mind at all.”

“I think you mean Billie Jean.”

“That’s what I said.”

Olivia laughed and leaned up to kiss him again. She moved her arms around his neck as she felt his arms moving around her waist. She pressed herself against him, which in turn made him be pressed against his truck. His hands grasped her hips as he turned her around, pressing her against his truck this time. Brian pulled away from Olivia’s lips and began to kiss along her jawline and neck. One of his hands moved to open the passenger seat door, and he pulled it open.

“It’s kind of cold outside,” he whispered, moving his lips up towards her ear.

“Yeah, it’s pretty chilly,” she answered. She realized what he was probably trying to do, so she moved a hand up to his chin. She moved his chin to where he was facing her again. “I should probably go though,” she told him.

“Are you sure?” Brian asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, my roommate is probably waiting around for me. We had plans for tonight.”

“You could always tell her you’re going to be running late.”

Olivia nodded her head, considering doing that. She shook her head after a few seconds though and sighed. She knew the last thing she should do is go anywhere with him – whether that be in his truck or back to his place. She had a dating rule which was that she always had to wait until the fifth date before having sex. “I can’t,” she said, moving her hand along the side of his face and into his hair. “Some other time, hopefully.”

“If you say so,” Brian said, moving his head and kissing the inside of her arm that was held up as her hand still ran through his hair. Olivia smiled at him. “Some other time soon.”

“Hopefully very soon,” Olivia agreed, nodding her head. “Call me.” She gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Brian moved out of her way because he still had her pushed up against his truck. She smiled at him and he smiled back. She got into her car and backed out of her parking spot. She waved goodbye to Brian, who was leaning up against his truck. He waved to her once he saw her waving. Olivia smiled to herself as she drove away. 