Whatever She Wanted [Nafa]

[Lucca]

Ahead of him, Mrs. White smirked at his reaction to her little brush against his side. How utterly, perfectly predictable. It was just the sort of reaction she'd been hoping for! She was careful, of course, to force her smile into something sweeter by the time her date caught back up. "Hmm," she began, as if mulling it over, steps falling into the careless grace Felines came by naturally. "We just had dinner, dear, so I'm not particularly hungry. But wine sounds lovely." She'll just make sure not to drink too much, let it go to her head. That would undoubtedly end this game far too soon, as it would be harder to restrain her violent urges.

But since she could hold her liquor fairly well, she wasn't worried. "What sort of wine do you have?" she asked, letting Menefer lead her to what she assumed was where he was staying. Of course, she realized that the foolish, love-struck Feline had barely touched his dinner. No wonder he wanted snacks! It was enough to make amusement bubble up, which escaped in just a little giggle. Of course, she was quick to pass it off as just a giddy happy sound, giving Menefer a deeply affectionate look. "I'm enjoying tonight."

Of course, she was enjoying the thought of making this memory a very bitter one for the Torque later even more.

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((OOC: Sorry, due to some times that I have been emotionally distressed that I have drink-ed quite a few drinks... though I will try to make this as best as I can with as much grammar errors as possible. ^_^))

Menefer enjoyed walking next to her down the street towards where he lived. This was the first time in his life that he had ever had to walk someone home... especially to his home. There were wild thoughts running through his head, but he had to constrain himself, reminding himself that this was the first date and you didn't do things like that on the first one... maybe the third or fourth... but not the first. Though what she said brought him back to the ideas about what he was going to bring with them.

First off... he would have to choose something that he hoped that she would like... probably his twenty year old wine... a gift from his parents. Though she wasn't hungry didn't mean that she wouldn't be later, not to mention the fact that he was quite hungry from not touching his food much. So cheeses and different types of crackers would be the best bet without raising her to the point of her thinking that he was still hungry.

"Well my sweet, I was thinking about a twenty two year old wine made in the Highlands, and assorted crackers and cheese." he said as he walked up to the hotel that he was staying in at the time. then moving up to the room holding open the door so that she could enter first then enter after her and closing the door. He would go strait to the kitchen and then go about his business to pack the late night snack that they would share later in the night.

Oh how this night was going to be quite nice. He could just think of the night that they would have. He hopped that it would be the same as the dinner that they had just had.

[Lucca]

"Sounds lovely, dear!" Ugh, the Highlands. Could anything from that blasted place really be good? Then again, they certainly were a bunch of lushes there, so perhaps their wine was actually decent. McDuck indulged so rarely in alcohol that she'd never had reason to sample anything from his Region except a bit of their champaign.

Mrs. White was only slightly surprised when Menefer led her to a hotel (it was a nice one, to be sure: the sweeping architecture of the exterior and the poshness of the parlor showed that quite clearly). But wasn't the Feline staying in the Capital for quite a while? Surely an apartment would have made more sense, as much as staying in a hotel all the time sounded pleasant. (Then there would be no more hated maid duties! Others would clean her rooms for her! And if they did a less-than-adequate job, she'd be within her right to kill the-uh, report them to their managers and watch the fur fly.)

But perhaps...another thought occurred to the Feline, as she smiled at Menefer and sat down on a couch in the lobby to wait. She remembered when she'd first met the Feline (oh, and wasn't that an amusing sort of meeting? McDuck had plowed right into the Torque!) and he'd been working a function at a hotel. So perhaps he worked here, and that was what let him afford to stay...should she ask, or not? Perhaps if she went about it another way...

As the other Feline returned from the kitchen, Mrs. White smiled in such a way to light up her whole countenance and stretched, hopping gracefully off the couch. "Menefer," she purred, "I'm glad to see you back! For a moment I feared I would be left waiting upon this couch for you all night!" Ugh, sentimental claptrap. Hopefully he'd lick it up like cream. "But tell me, dearest...how do you afford to stay in such a lovely place!" She allowed herself a look around of the lobby and what she could see of a nicely-furnished dining area. She didn't have to fake the interest on her face...or not all of it, anyway. This really was a nice place.

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Menefer would be coming out of the kitchen which was attached to the dinning room which was attached to the lobby in which she sat. The lobby was furnished quite lovely with red woods and nice plush cushions placed upon them to offer maximum comfortability of the one sitting. The plaster work was done by a very nice silky that made leaping fish and flowers. The floor was done in a white washed marble with streaks of pink that ran through it in random patterns that could mesmerized someone that wasn't used to such splendor such as a card as Menefer. He was struck dumb on the first day that he entered, and yet... even to this day has yet to not pause when he entered the double paned doors.

Once he entered, carrying a basket in his jaws, he stopped to pause at what he saw, and how she moved. It was quite spectacular in how she moved, and how she made him feel with just the smallest of winks or movements. Nor had he ever seen a coat so white that seemed to shimmer in the light from all the thousands of hairs that caught the light and sent it back to him in a way that made him want to caress her fur. When she spoke it sounded like a angle ready to sour to ones rescue from the darkness of being alone. She made him feel happy... and that made him want to do just about anything for her. though he wouldn't kill... he would attempt to poison someone through food if need be.

He set the pick nick basket on the floor ignoring the angry glare from the receptionist. He blushed before speaking, giving a bashful look.

"Well... I am second head chef here." he said then pushing the basket to where she was sitting so that he was closer to her. "It provides a nice hotel room with a good view of the garden below and part of the park. I didn't get a high enough room... like the master chef.... if you can call him that... but one day I will get that room." he said making the part that he really didn't believe that he was a good chef... a rare occasion that he didn't like someone... and rarer for him to even state it aloud.

With that he would sit next to her and wait for some sort of response, hopping that she wouldn't say anything from his outburst.

[Lucca]

Mrs. White was...actually a little confused (and, with her, that quickly translated into annoyance) at why Menefer was bothering to sit down when they were about to leave the hotel...or, so she'd thought, anyway! He'd even brought the basket with the wine and his beloved snacks in it. She gave him a questioning glance, tilting her head curiously, while inwardly the niggling, unhappy feeling twisted.

Luckily (or perhaps not) she was distracted by Menefer's words...as she immediately caught onto the way he was talking about this head chef. Her ears perked forward and she leaned close, putting her paws back on the sofa and letting her whiskers tickle his ears as she said in a low voice, "I take it this other chef isn't really...worth his title?" Her eyes gleamed with something, but she kept the expression on her face innocent despite the thoughts raging within. She was always wanting an excuse to ruin someone, to hurt them, to kill...perhaps she could do so while also helping to get Menefer further within her influence?

"I'm sure he can't be half the cook you are, dear~" If only because skill isn't measured in halves. She smiled against this ear, a secret smile, the one she always used to pull the wool over her ex-husband's eyes.

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He would look over to her and nod slowly, inwardly thinking that he would just do about anything to get this job. Nearly anything... best thing that he would do would probably get him really sick and make him miss many days of work. Wouldn't that make him a bad cook... and if he dared to cook while sick... he would just report him so that he would never be able to cook anywhere else... but if that backfired... well suits... it was just a no win situation for him.

He couldn't tell what type of mood that she was in, she was always just soo innocent, and that was just plain out cute to him. Though honestly... he was the true innocent one here. Oh well... he would just hop down from the couch and stand next to the basket. Looking down at it with hopeful eyes did he remember that he may not be lucky to have the luxury of being the best cook in the capital, but he was lucky that he had one of the most beautiful girl friends in the lands. Someone that was kind to him and understanding of all things. She was able to see what he was going through, even though he wasn't that good to see what she was going through at that moment. He hadn't experienced the loss of someone that he loved dearly.

"Well... enough about me... lets go and have our park walk!" he said with a large smile thinking about what could happen tonight... he may even be able to get lucky enough to get his bindings removed... he wouldn't have it any other way with anyone else. "Are you ready?" he asked as he picked up the basket in his mouth.

[Lucca]

She watched as he nodded. That was certainly an interesting response, and Mrs. White would be sure to...think on it later. Perhaps she could slip in something about a poison later into the conversation subtly? That seemed like the way this rather nonviolent Torque would want to do someone in. Though he wouldn't necessarily want to use a fatal dose, more's the pity.

Either way, talking about such things further at this time and place would not be...prudent. So when Menefer hopped down off the couch, Mrs. White was close behind him. "I'm more than ready. I'd go anywhere with you," Mrs. White simpered, forcing herself not to gag on the words. She was going to have to do a lot of this sort of talk in the near future. By the end of the night she might even be looking forward to going back home and...pretending to enjoy serving the Duck she loathed. Ugh. No, no, none of that. She'd simply have to find some way for this night to be as enjoyable for her as possibly despite having to play the fool.

At least she was playing him for a fool as well. Gracefully, fluffy tail swishing, she followed him out.

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It wouldn't be that much long of a walk in truth. Menefer took a route that wouldn't take them to many of the stores that held pretty objects and babble that she might have found interesting. After all... he was pretty much broke all the time having to buy food stuffs and piratically feeding anyone he meet for free. That was just bad business, and yet... Menefer always liked to make people happy with his food. That happiness usually turned to friendship, and in friends, He was rich.

Once they got to the gates of the Capital Park did he smile with the basket held firmly between his teeth. He even looked a bit pleased with himself, as his tail swishing back and fourth with anticipation of what may happen tonight... if he was lucky. Things might just go his way for once. To have someone to share a night with. Only if he played his cards right though... and didn't push it to far.

With that on his mind did he start to walk towards a nice grassy hill top that might have a shade tree that would cover multiple people. Though it was starting to get a bit darkish... he might as well go ahead and start setting up as soon as he found it.

[Lucca]

Mrs. White knew she should feel relieved that the basket in Menefer's mouth was preventing him from being too chatty as they walked. Instead, it made her a little annoyed. He was walking around with this huge, stupid grin on his face and she had no idea why. Unless it was just that he was so glad she'd agreed to this. He might just be happy to have a girlfriend. What a pathetic lout. She caught herself scowling several times, but luckily it was dark and she was behind Menefer, so she was pretty sure he didn't catch it. If she caught him looking her way while there a dissatisfied expression on her face, the Tulgey would shake her paw, as if she'd stepped on something unpleasant.

In this way, they reached the park. At least it was dark here, dark enough to make her feel at home. She had been distracted enough by the silence of their walk to not realize it until now, but Menefer had made sure to avoid any shops on their way. She was torn between amusement and disappointment. After all, it would have been so nice to have some little bauble or other...something to show for this night!

She followed him up the hill, and then figured with an inner sigh that she should at least make a cursory attempt to help the other Feline set up. So she took a corner of the blanket gently in her teeth and then set it down and pawed the blanket flat.

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With the blanket flattened out on the grass did Menefer finally set the basket atop and start unpacking two glasses and a wine bottle. The finger-foods would be brought out later so that the insects wouldn't attack so early in the night. Menefer was quite pleased that she decided to help out, else he would be hobbling around trying to get it right for a good while. It must be so nice to have four legs, he thought as he looked at her walking around patting it flat here and pulling out the wrinkle there. She was rather elegant when she walked, oh how he wished that he could one day achive such grace. He knew though... if he did get his binding removed somehow, that he wouldn't be that great at it at first and probably fall down more often than not.

He sighed with the dream and continued with the setting. It was simple with the checkered blue and maroon checkered cloth with a common wicker basket atop, two glasses and a chilled wine bottle of vintage Selkie Lakes dating twelve years. It was common, but still cost a pretty penny. He knew that after this night, after repaying the hotel the money for the stolen wine bottle, *cough* borrowed with intenet to pay for, that he would be quite broke afterwards for the next two weeks.

He looked up from his preparations and smiled at her as he sat on his haunches and uncorked the bottle with delicate teeth and paws, something that he had to learn as he hasn't yet achieved his biped form quite yet. He knew once he became a biped that he would get all his dreams of being a cook to come true. He would be one of the best cooks in all of the realms, worth of even serving some of the highest members of the Courts and even that of high ranking organisations. Oh how that would be the life, then he wouldn't have to worry about buying things that would be expencive or even things that she might want.

He couldn't help himself. He just started smiling as he sat down his face all happy his tail swishing back and fourth in a elated manor. He was just happy. Everything that he had ever wanted will come true. He had a wonderful woman his bindings may get removed and he was going to be head chef at the hotel.

"What a wonderful night." he said gazing at the stars taking a small sip of the wine that he had poured for the two of them.