((SCENE: Desirée and Ron))
Desirée: *It's getting towards early evening in the DeLite apartment as Desirée approaches Ron, wearing her usual riding outfit, though the front is zipped up higher than usual. Slung over one shoulder is one of her larger purses. She stops and regards her husband in a considering way.* Hey, Ronnie?
Ron: *Ron is at his computer, looking over their income in a spreadsheet program as he munches on a sugar cookie shaped vaguely like a rabbit's head. He turns away from the screen to look at her, smiling* Yes, Dessie?
Desirée: We haven't gone riding together in a long time. I'm taking my bike out for a spin, will you come with me?
Ron: *blinks -- it has been a while, and there's work that needs to be done but that can wait until later; his wife takes first priority, always* Of course! *puts down the cookie, turns off the monitor and stands up* I was just thinking to myself that I needed a break. How did you know?
Desirée: *tilts her head and smiles while holding up the keys* Are you ready to go right now?
Ron: Yeah! *it's a bit of a lie, but he's eager to spend time with her. He walks up to her* Let's go!
Desirée: Alright Ronnie! *Grabs his wrist and all but pulls him to the building's parking lot, only pausing long enough to let him lock up their apartment. She pulls her goggles down over her eyes and climbs on her bright red motorcycle, her attention going towards starting up the vehicle, and then idling it until she feels Ron's arms around her waist.* You know the drill, hang on tight.
Ron: *tugs on his helmet to make sure it's secure before wrapping her arms around Desirée, snugging against her close* Where are we going this time? The beach? The bridge? The 4-lane highway?
Desirée: You'll find out when we get there. *Secures her purse onto the motorcycle, then turns her head enough to wink at him from behind her riding goggles before moving her attention forward. She hits the gas, sending the motorcycle roaring out into the road.*
Ron: Oh, a surprise? I love surprises! ...Well, only the good ones... but I'm pretty sure this one is going to-- *cut off when Desirée does her signature start on her bike; he says nothing more, though he notes in his head during the ride that her driving is more subdued than usual...*
Desirée: *The ride is longer than usual, and the number of jumps and risky stunts Desirée perform are less numerous than what she'd normally do. She looks intently ahead to the stretch of road, not even trying to speak to Ron, as she knows her words would only be lost in the pull of air around them.*
Desirée: *Finally, once they reach a certain street in the downtown area, Desiree slows to a stop next to a curb. She cuts the ignition and pulls her goggles off, then climbs off the bike and smiles brightly at Ron.* What do you think?
Ron: *pulls off his helmet and smooths out his hair a little, looking around the familiar area; he seems genuinely surprised* Dessie, th-this is...!
Desirée: *laughs lightly and steps back onto the sidewalk while Ron looks around* You recognize that place across the street, then? *Begins unzipping her riding suit and peeling the red leather off, revealing a glimmering kind of red underneath... she wore a slim red dress underneath her suit today, similar to the one she wore on their first date. The hem drapes down to her ankles, and she smooths the wrinkles out with her palms. She then smiles while pinning her hair up.* Too bad I forgot to bring a mirror... I'll just use the one they have in the ladies' room.
Ron: *stares at the restaurant, then at Desirée, his mouth agape -- and suddenly, he clutches his helmet to his chest in a near-panic* Oh... Oh nooooo!
Desirée: *smiles at his expression while she tugs a tangle out of her hair with her fingers* What's wrong?
Ron: *goes over a mental list* It's not our anniversary, it's not your birthday-- Definitely not mybirthday, that's for sure. What major holidays are there in August anyway...? *apologetically* I-I'm sorry, Dessie. Whatever it is, I-I forgot!
Desirée: *laughs* Oh, I thought you were going to tell me you forgot to bring a suit... I thought of that, too. *walks over to her bike and pats the large purse still strapped to it*
Ron: *still worried and going off on this tangent* Is it one of those novelty holidays people on the Internet make up?? I h-haven't been browsing the net lately! And no one's let me know...!
Desirée: *chuckles* Ronnie! Calm down.
Ron: *he does so -- or at least tries* Errgh... I'm sorry, Dessie....
Desirée: There's no occasion... unless you want to consider this a new one. I just thought... I'd try giving you a nice evening, Ronnie. This one's on me. I thought starting a date out differently might be exciting. *tilts her head in the direction of the five-star restaurant across the street* I was feeling a bit nostalgic, so I thought we could try revisiting the place we had our first date at.
Ron: *surprised, he regains composure and lowers the helmet to his lap* A dinner... for me? *steps off the bike* Are you sure?? If you'd like, you can borrow some money from me!
Desirée: *smiles* That's okay, I'm sure I brought enough. Besides, if you pay, that would make this date like every other. I want to do things different tonight.
Ron: Really? Wow, Dessie... *looks at the restaurant, feeling a wave of nostalgia -- he smiles at her happily* What a surprise! You're so thoughtful and considerate and... and you look even more amazing than you did the first time we came here. I-I didn't think it was possible...
Desirée: *laughs again and unzips her purse, pulling out a folded set of formal clothes for Ron and handing them to him* Why don't you tell me more during dinner? Our reservation should be ready soon.
Ron: *beams as he accepts the clothing* Dessie, you're the best!
Desirée: *smiles warmly at him* Find a place to change; I'll meet you inside by the reservation booth.
Ron: There's a gas station around the corner. *pauses* Um... Could I treat you to dessert, at least?
Desirée: Haha... Ronnie... well, I suppose we could do that. *nods*
Ron: *a pleased grin* Good!! Please, go on ahead; I won't take long-- promise! *excitedly walks off down the block, a slight spring in his steps; this gesture of Desirée's gives him an excuse to do something extravagant for her another day, and he can't wait*
Ron: *Ron is at his computer, looking over their income in a spreadsheet program as he munches on a sugar cookie shaped vaguely like a rabbit's head. He turns away from the screen to look at her, smiling* Yes, Dessie?
Desirée: We haven't gone riding together in a long time. I'm taking my bike out for a spin, will you come with me?
Ron: *blinks -- it has been a while, and there's work that needs to be done but that can wait until later; his wife takes first priority, always* Of course! *puts down the cookie, turns off the monitor and stands up* I was just thinking to myself that I needed a break. How did you know?
Desirée: *tilts her head and smiles while holding up the keys* Are you ready to go right now?
Ron: Yeah! *it's a bit of a lie, but he's eager to spend time with her. He walks up to her* Let's go!
Desirée: Alright Ronnie! *Grabs his wrist and all but pulls him to the building's parking lot, only pausing long enough to let him lock up their apartment. She pulls her goggles down over her eyes and climbs on her bright red motorcycle, her attention going towards starting up the vehicle, and then idling it until she feels Ron's arms around her waist.* You know the drill, hang on tight.
Ron: *tugs on his helmet to make sure it's secure before wrapping her arms around Desirée, snugging against her close* Where are we going this time? The beach? The bridge? The 4-lane highway?
Desirée: You'll find out when we get there. *Secures her purse onto the motorcycle, then turns her head enough to wink at him from behind her riding goggles before moving her attention forward. She hits the gas, sending the motorcycle roaring out into the road.*
Ron: Oh, a surprise? I love surprises! ...Well, only the good ones... but I'm pretty sure this one is going to-- *cut off when Desirée does her signature start on her bike; he says nothing more, though he notes in his head during the ride that her driving is more subdued than usual...*
Desirée: *The ride is longer than usual, and the number of jumps and risky stunts Desirée perform are less numerous than what she'd normally do. She looks intently ahead to the stretch of road, not even trying to speak to Ron, as she knows her words would only be lost in the pull of air around them.*
Desirée: *Finally, once they reach a certain street in the downtown area, Desiree slows to a stop next to a curb. She cuts the ignition and pulls her goggles off, then climbs off the bike and smiles brightly at Ron.* What do you think?
Ron: *pulls off his helmet and smooths out his hair a little, looking around the familiar area; he seems genuinely surprised* Dessie, th-this is...!
Desirée: *laughs lightly and steps back onto the sidewalk while Ron looks around* You recognize that place across the street, then? *Begins unzipping her riding suit and peeling the red leather off, revealing a glimmering kind of red underneath... she wore a slim red dress underneath her suit today, similar to the one she wore on their first date. The hem drapes down to her ankles, and she smooths the wrinkles out with her palms. She then smiles while pinning her hair up.* Too bad I forgot to bring a mirror... I'll just use the one they have in the ladies' room.
Ron: *stares at the restaurant, then at Desirée, his mouth agape -- and suddenly, he clutches his helmet to his chest in a near-panic* Oh... Oh nooooo!
Desirée: *smiles at his expression while she tugs a tangle out of her hair with her fingers* What's wrong?
Ron: *goes over a mental list* It's not our anniversary, it's not your birthday-- Definitely not mybirthday, that's for sure. What major holidays are there in August anyway...? *apologetically* I-I'm sorry, Dessie. Whatever it is, I-I forgot!
Desirée: *laughs* Oh, I thought you were going to tell me you forgot to bring a suit... I thought of that, too. *walks over to her bike and pats the large purse still strapped to it*
Ron: *still worried and going off on this tangent* Is it one of those novelty holidays people on the Internet make up?? I h-haven't been browsing the net lately! And no one's let me know...!
Desirée: *chuckles* Ronnie! Calm down.
Ron: *he does so -- or at least tries* Errgh... I'm sorry, Dessie....
Desirée: There's no occasion... unless you want to consider this a new one. I just thought... I'd try giving you a nice evening, Ronnie. This one's on me. I thought starting a date out differently might be exciting. *tilts her head in the direction of the five-star restaurant across the street* I was feeling a bit nostalgic, so I thought we could try revisiting the place we had our first date at.
Ron: *surprised, he regains composure and lowers the helmet to his lap* A dinner... for me? *steps off the bike* Are you sure?? If you'd like, you can borrow some money from me!
Desirée: *smiles* That's okay, I'm sure I brought enough. Besides, if you pay, that would make this date like every other. I want to do things different tonight.
Ron: Really? Wow, Dessie... *looks at the restaurant, feeling a wave of nostalgia -- he smiles at her happily* What a surprise! You're so thoughtful and considerate and... and you look even more amazing than you did the first time we came here. I-I didn't think it was possible...
Desirée: *laughs again and unzips her purse, pulling out a folded set of formal clothes for Ron and handing them to him* Why don't you tell me more during dinner? Our reservation should be ready soon.
Ron: *beams as he accepts the clothing* Dessie, you're the best!
Desirée: *smiles warmly at him* Find a place to change; I'll meet you inside by the reservation booth.
Ron: There's a gas station around the corner. *pauses* Um... Could I treat you to dessert, at least?
Desirée: Haha... Ronnie... well, I suppose we could do that. *nods*
Ron: *a pleased grin* Good!! Please, go on ahead; I won't take long-- promise! *excitedly walks off down the block, a slight spring in his steps; this gesture of Desirée's gives him an excuse to do something extravagant for her another day, and he can't wait*