im a ball of nervousness. [rp for writer_mel]

[friggingoldfish]

Um, Lou was freaking out. He was, and he was doing it at work, and making his employees shake their heads in shame. He had a date! A real date! And there he was, panicking inside his office, gnawing on his fingernail until the clock hit six and he bolted out the door to the subway station

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[writer_mel]

Mel finished her work at six, which gave her plenty of time to get ready. She wasn't planning on over dressing for the quiet little restaurant. Or the jumpy little geek. To the nines would probably scare him. Still, she'd promised a dress so she found a simple wrap dress that showed off all her curves without showing too much skin. The lavender made the skin that did show glow.

She left her hair down, slipped on silver heels and grabbed a small bag and she was ready to go. Standing in front of the mirror she shook her head. 'Welcome back to New York, Mel, where you act like and idiot and everyone tells you how brave it is.'

She came right up to Lou when she walked in, smiling a little too brightly and putting out her hand. "Have you looked at the menu yet? I swear the Pasta Circolare is Spaghetti O's"

[friggingoldfish]

Oh Christ. Oh Christ, it was her. Lou nearly fainted, hoping his palms weren't at all sweaty because really, he was like a rainforest when it came to dates. Sweating bullets. He stood when she approached, chuckling lightly as he shook her hand.

"You know, I'm not convinced..Yet." He motioned for her to follow the waiter dude to their seat. Damned romantic nooks, makes him feel like he has to preform or do a tap dance for her. "So, how hungry are you? Me? I could eat a cow. Yes, a whole cow."

Lou, you are a freaking idiot.

[writer_mel]

In person the resemblance she'd barely noticed in his online photos was more striking. Particularly the height. She was glad to be walking ahead of him for a minute so she could blink. Hard. Who knew she had a type?

She answered him over her shoulder as they walked to the back of the restaurant. "A whole cow? I'm not big on horns or hooves. How about we stick to the parts the make prime rib out of?" She took her seat with a polite nod to the waiter and opened her menu while Lou settled. "Or maybe some tasty bit of pig?"

[friggingoldfish]

Lou was tall and lanky but a little more muscular, thanks to his love for swimming. Though, much to his chagrin, he was still labeled as the geeky type. He swore it was just because was in fact wearing Star Wars boxers...and maybe, just maybe, on occasion a pocket protector.

"Mmmmm, ribs." Was all he could answer, trying his best to not sound like a complete moron. He rubbed his rumbling stomach, sipping his water eagerly and out of nervousness. "So, what looks good to you?"

[writer_mel]

She liked it when he came closer, she could see his eyes better. Gorgeous eyes. And a nice mouth, too. She managed not to shiver. Then he was pulling a face and talking about his parents. She was all set to laugh except for the pause. Instead of laughing she cocked her head slightly and just smiled. "You take care of her. That's got to be a little weird."

[friggingoldfish]

Lou nodded slowly, still leaned in, not really paying attention all that much about how close he got to her. "My Mom's an alcoholic. So, I pay her bills, and tend to things she can't." He looked sad for a moment then perked up, "Great lady though!"

[writer_mel]

She didn't lean in, instead she pulled her chair closer. Smiling gently at his revelation, she nodded. "How long have you looked after her?"

[friggingoldfish]

Lou perched his head on his hands, his elbows nearly sliding across the table if he put too much weight on them. He smiled a little bit, "About ten years? She was drinking when I was a kid, now it's gotten worse." He may or may not be trying to hold back tears. Because only sissies cry..on dates. But he liked sharing it, because it helped people see that his life wasn't all roses and Jedis.