Whatever She Wanted [Nafa]

[Lucca]

It was one of her rare days off. Mrs. White, no matter which side of her was in charge, always liked to get time off. She also generally came to the Capital on those days, as she hated Highlanders with a passion and didn't want to spend anymore time in their pompous presence than she already had to, since she was working for one of the worst.

What was the mystery was why she was...here. Why she'd called -him- and told him to meet her here. Because he may have been just a Torquehelm, low of Rank and Suit, but he was easy to manipulate. It could be fun to toy with him, she thought, a feral grin on her face. But it's dangerous, to play such games...and cruel, she answered herself, eyes looking sad as her long fluffy tail swished beneath her chair. Exactly. She hid a smug grin by taking a sip of her drink.

The door on the other side of the cafe opened, and her ears twitched. But it wasn't Menefer. Not yet. He had a distinct gait because of the way he was bound, one leg always in the air.

She was curious if he'd actually eat the food at the cafe she'd selected or if he'd insist on cooking for them himself. Either way, she was determined tonight would be...interesting.

[/|/afamere]

OH SUITS!!! At this rate he was going to be late for one of his first dates that he had ever been asked to. Usually it was him that always asked other and usually found himself at the location by himself. Apparently he just freaked people about when he talked about what he loved to do (cooking), and the mere fact that he was obsessed about the whole idea about "love". Those things usually made others not want to stick with him. Though Mrs. White, note to self... get first name..., had invited him!

Wait... what if it was something to make fun of him? Some cruel joke that she was playing... what if she had a boy friend, or worse a husband that was waiting in ambush... He really didn't like to get hurt...

"Nah..." he said aloud as he padded down the street on three legs as he approached the cafe. She is after all one of the nicest people that he had ever met in his life! She wouldn't do something like that. After all, she had confined in him but a scant month or so ago.

He would be happy though to know that his previous boss had let him leave the restaurant early so that he could go on this date.

OH A DATE!!! I had been so long for him, someone to acutally give him the time of day!

He was so pleased with himself that he had even took the time to stop and get some flowers. Though thinking too hard on it made him spend roughly half an hour more than he had wanted to. Though his selection of flowers seemed just what he wanted to portray to her.

The flowers that were elegantly twined about a slinder piece of bamboo were Orleander, Primrose, Rosebud, and Gloxinia. He was proud of his selection of flowers and their meanings that he wanted to symbolize to her, but... he just hoped that she would know what they meant and if not... well they still looked pretty.

He would come through the door with a large smile on his face... ro what you could see through it from the package that he held delecatly in his jaws. He would gaze about, hoping to not be the fool and noticed with glee that she sat at one of the booths and quickly padded over...

In his glee and happiness did he not pay attention to the waiter that was laden with trays... With a quick gasp and a slight grunt did Menefer quickly attempt to move out of the way and instead just made the situation worse.

the food laden trays went every where.. .. .. Menefer in the middle covered by what appeared to be spaghetti and a package that seemed to have been stepped on by someone. His smile was gone and his face torn by slight sadness.... there his whole paycheck gone... and trampled... not to mention that he had once again showed himself as a fool infront of someone that he really liked.

"I'm sorry... I messed up again..." he tried to say then the waiter started to apoligize and it was all just a big mess to clean up.

[Lucca]

He was late. Mingled amusement and annoyance at this fact surged through Mrs. White in turn, and she tapped her claws on the table. Her expression, though, was perfectly calm. "Another Bloody Mary, if you please," she purred to the waiter with a saccharine tone. Inwardly, as the minutes ticked by, she felt the annoyance growing. If he stood her up, so help her, she would hunt him down and use his own cooking gear to serve up his entrails. She refused to be made a fool of, and she--

She tilted her head as she head the door open and...and yes, there it was, the odd gait of a creature denied the use of one of his limbs. She turned, all smiles, though her claws were out under the table. He'd better have a good reason to be late...it was then that she noticed the box in his mouth, and her smile grew more genuine, a low purr rumbling up. He'd brought her a present! This might actually be a fun night...

And then...the accident. She gasped, paw flying to her mouth, while rage bubbled up inside her. Her present! It was ruined because of his clumsiness! Normally she might have found the situation funny, but...actually, it was still rather funny, with both he and the waiter stumbling all over each other to apologize. Inwardly, she laughed, cruel and not very happy laughter...but she kept the worried expression on her face.

"Oh, Menefer...do not feel bad. It was not your fault, not at all," she cooed, clasping her paws together. Even though it partially was, the fool. "It's good to see you...perhaps you should...go clean up?" She gave him a helpless, frantic, concerned look, while inwardly she scoffed at his appearance. A least nothing had gotten on her. But that red sauce all over his ears...it looked so much like blood...she almost slipped for a moment into an odd, predatory look, but controlled it quickly. He really did need to clean that off of himself, lest she slip up and ruin everything...

[/|/afamere]

Menefer could not help himself a she gazed up at Mrs. White. Even though he was covered in food and dripping with red sauce did it not stop him from smilling up at her, a strand noodle falling before his face. He smiled at her.

"Well if I don't look like a fool..." he said as he stood up and picked up the package that only spared a few drops on the parcel. "Well... I bought you a gift... It was the fault of my being late... umm... sorry about it being stepped on." with that he would pad off to the restroom to freshen up as best as he could, noticing in the mirror that he even had some on his ear tips so he made sure to get at those with quick precision. Though it was kinda hard to balance on one paw and using, the other to balance and one to clean. So it took him quite some time to get cleaned up once again.

When he did come out he was smiling hopeing that she liked his present.

"Do you like the present?" he asked as he took his seat. OH how he wished that she would still like him for who he was, and not hold him to being a compleat fool.

[Lucca]

Mrs. White had an odd, hard-to-interpret look on her face as Menefer went into a little spiel. And he was still going to give her the gift? Even if it had been stepped on? Either it was a very hardy gift, or he was just trying to save face. Either way...she took the parcel, still eying him curiously...and then she smiled, ears tilting toward him, and she set the parcel carefully on the table near her before bringing one black tipped paw to Menefer's face, tilting his chin up at her and looking down at him through long lashes.

"I forgive you. It's very sweet of you to bring me a gift." With that, she gently let go, and watched as he moved toward the restroom to get cleaned up, an odd look on her face again. She gently licked off a bit of sauce she'd gotten on her paw, and then turned to the package. It turned out to be a boquet of flowers, only slightly squished, and something in her was thrilled to have been given such a gift even as another part of her scoffed. She let the eager side show, delicately arranging them on the table and asking the waiter to bring a vase for them.

By the time Menefer had returned, the Tulgey was sitting on the table, sipping her next Bloody Mary. A drink was also in front of Menefer's seat, something fizzy and alcoholic. "Oh, you're back! I hope you don't mind that I ordered you a drink...you deserve something nice after that little spill you took!" In answer to the question, she nodded to the center of the table, where the flowers now sat in a vase. "They're wonderfully lovely." If a bit cliche...don't think I don't know the meanings you intended with those flowers! She turned eager eyes on him...oddly enough, her eyes weren't currently the pink he'd remember from their other meeting, but a yellowish color. They changed every night. It seemed to bother some Cards, which tickled the Feline simply pink.

[/|/afamere]

Menefer was beside himself with glee and wonder. The mere fact that she still was here and didn't leave started to make him wonder what there could be in store for the two of them. Could this one person in all the regions be his one and only? That one person that he could make happy for the rest of her life? Someone that made him happy?

He paused for a second collecting his thoughts before he started to blurt things out that he didn't want to say. Those things usually started subjects like: "Well... there is something I forgot to do..." "SUITS!!! I forgot the stove on at the house..." and his favorite: "See you on the next date!" and they never show....

So he would take thigns a bit slower this time and bide his time before starting to blabber on about his thoughts and such for their future together.

He didn't quite know what was in the drink that she had served and realized quickly once he took a sip that it wasn't what he had thought. It was alcoholic... and he was such a light drinker that it would render him incapable to anyone in a matter of a few sips. So he would have to watch how much he drinked... half that glass would put him under.

Then that was when he noticed that her eyes were quite the same as they were before... were they not pink the last time? Now they were yellowish... something was up... may be contacts?

"You look beautiful tonight, your eyes as bright as the sun." he said as he smiled really big as he leaned down to manuver his numb leg into more of a better position. He always wondered what it would feel like to run on all four legs...

He snapped out of his thoughts and came back ot a subject that he knew much about. "So, what will we be having tonight... umm... if this is a date could I ask you for your first name? Mrs. White sounds too formmal for a date." he said with a ernest smile.

[Lucca]

Part of Mrs. White was slightly put off that her eyes didn't unnerve him, and she wondered if he wasn't a bit dull. But the rest of her...she felt an odd warmth at the compliment. Menefer was starting to remind her a bit of her late husband...without the part where he was a completely selfish ****** as soon as she said 'I do'. THERE was a mistake she'd never make again...

But this was merely a date, and she was going to have -fun-. She grinned, a flash of teeth, and her eyes fairly sparkled. "Why, Menefer, you flatter me," she laughed, slipping a purr under the words. With one paw, she swirled her drink a bit before taking another slow sip. She noticed he was being careful with his, having taken only one sip. He must be easy to get drunk, then...how delightful.

She smiled at him coyly at the question. "That's not information I give out lightly, dear," she purred in a nearly seductive tone. "But you're right, we are on a date and it's only polite. My name is Nellwyn." Her eyes flashed with some odd emotion as she said her name, the darker side of her trying to rise to the surface. But she was in control, as always...as always...

She laughed again, a sweet sound, but with an odd edge. "I hear their steaks come highly recommended here. If that sounds good to you? I'm sure they're not as tender as the ones you could make, but they're probably good."

[/|/afamere]

Oh how she purred... it made his bones reverberate with pleasure that even made his numb leg foot feel it. The way that her voice would sound to his ears, not to mention the way she smelled. All these things kept him preoccupied with just her, and compleatly ignored everything else around him. At any moment he felt like he could melt.

And that is the reason that he was smiling form ear to ear when she told him her name. Nellwyn... such a wonderful name for someone as beautiful as her. he mused as he took another sip of his drink thinking that it was something else completely. His eyes flashed open and realized that he had taken more than he wished. He needed to get his mind back on the subject at hand.

"Oh yes... um... their stakes are good here, so long as you don't mind a highlander making them. They seem to add a bit more tougher than that of the Silkies stakes or even for a fact Midorie... but you's never know what you may be getting in that meal..." Oh great... he had slurred a bit. He hopped that she didn't catch that. He needed food and quick, even if it was tough and needed a saw to cut.

He would raise his paw and flag down their waitress, "Ma'am I would like to order two stakes, one for myself rare with onions and mushrooms, please don't over cook the mushrooms, else they become all goo like and no one likes that." then he would wait for her to order hers before starting into a conversation, one that he hopped not to make a fool of himself in.

He couldn't and wouldn't talk about his work... mostly that bored others... so he would try to focus on something else.

"So Nellwyn, what did you do before you met Mr. McDuck?" he asked as he stared at his drink... trying to figure out what he was going to make ti taste like so he could tolorate it better.

[Lucca]

The silly grin on his face was enough to tell her all she needed to know. Oh, oh this was just too easy. Too wonderfully, amazingly easy. The last vestiges of regret faded away as she watched him take another sip of his drink. Oh, how amusing...she could make this work. She could manipulate him...yes.

The steaks were made by a Highlander? Ick. Of course, she hid her reaction to hearing the revolting name of the region she hated with every fiber of her being, and instead merely smiled. "Oh, that's all right. After all, I live in the Highlands, so I'm used to their cooking when I'm not the one making the meal." And she hated every minute of it, and she'd never eat it except that she hated cooking for herself even more.

She turned to the waitress, all honey and sweetness. "Rare for mine too, please! No onions or anything, but maybe some mashed potatoes on the side?" It was a ritzy place...they should at least be able to get such a simple thing right. Though hearing the the cook was a Highlander...it was a good thing she liked her steaks rare anyway.

She swung her legs beneath the table, 'accidentally' brushing her paws against the good leg of the Feline sitting across from her. She pretended not to have noticed she did that, but she was eagerly waiting to see how he reacted...and of course, then he wanted to talk about her past. Time to turn on the waterworks.

Her eyes got a bit sad, suddenly, and she looked down at the table. "Oh, well...I...I used to be married...before McDuck. He...he died, though...the Tulgey Woods is such a dangerous place, even for natives..." That's why she loved it so much. And she would still be there, despite the death she arranged, except for...

The crocodile tears came, but her eyes also flashed with anger. "And then...then my brother...he..." her voice started out hard, angry, but she forced it to take on a sadder tone. To let him see her get really angry, that wouldn't help the image she was trying to keep up. "It wasn't fair, Menefer, what he did, my brother. He took the family's money...just...ran off with it in the night. Imagine doing that to his own family!" She put her paws in her hands, sobbing slightly, but inside brimming with anger. If she ever saw Lysander again...he'd wish he were dead...he'd wish she dealt with him as nicely as she dealt with her late husband...

"I...I'm sorry, Menefer, I don't mean to ruin the mood of our night b-but it was just so awful and thinking about it is..." She let out a muffled sob, yellow eyes swimming with tears, dripping to the table cloth.

[/|/afamere]

Well he was looking forward to a converstaion, probably one of something that would be around previous work, but she seemed to have dwelt on the past a bit and he found himself a bleeding heart. Oh... how could he make things better? Thoughts ran through his mind as he tried to fix the patter of the topic to something a bit better as he watched her, though something happened and he felt her foot touch his and that made him jump, banging his leg underneath the table really hard that made him wince.

Yet... with a paw he would reach across the table and lay his on hers.

"Nellwyn... Those days of hardship and sorrow are long past. You should look for the future and hope that in the comming years that you may find the place that you belong, and surrounded people that truly love you for who you are." he said with a comforting smile as he used his other paw to rub his sore knee. "If there is ever anything that I could do to help you... please let me know, help me help you..." he said rubbing her paws "Please?" he asked his face full of sincerity and open friendship or maybe something a bit more...

He hadn't even noticed that she had let some of her anger out, he took it for the death of her late husbands unfortunate demise in Tulgey Woods... he really didn't know what she was going through, everyone he knew was still alive, even if they hated him because he was soo happy all the time and left Torquehelm in pursuit of his dreams of cooking and finding that one person that made him happy in the world.