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Post by clark on Jan 21, 2007 22:05:03 GMT -5
Clark walked into the Police Station, having realized that Reggie would have no way of knowing what car was his. He stood in the door way waiting a few moments, uncetainly. It was 7:05 ecxactly now, so he walked up to the woman at the front desk.
"Hi. Is it possible for you to let Reggie know that Clark Olsen is waiting inside for her?"
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Post by regina on Jan 21, 2007 22:17:13 GMT -5
"REGINA!" the woman at the desk yelled back into the office area. Within 60 seconds Reggie came out, bag slumped over her shoulder as she pulled her black hair back out of her face. She'd put on some very minimal make up to hide the fact that she'd just spend the whole day at work; simple foundation and light blue eyeshadow. Nothing much.
"I'm here," she said, smiling to the woman at the desk who gave her a questioning look. The police force was a very tight-knit group, and so everyone seemed to know everything about each other's lives. She could tell that her friend had been eyeing up Clark before she'd come out. "'Night, Rosalin," she said as she turned with Clark to leave the station.
"Sorry about that, took me a minute or two longer than I thought it would. We had a last-minute bust, extra paperwork..." she shrugged off the excuse, doubting that Clark really cared. She stopped, realizing that she'd left the building first and didn't know which car was his.
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Post by clark on Jan 21, 2007 23:51:47 GMT -5
"Oh, it's fine," Clark assured her, oblivious to any such checking out. "I only came in because I figured you wouldn't know which car was mine."
He led her over to his car: a sleek black chevy mercury.
"This is mine," he asid pressing the unlock button twice. "So, just a drink, or were you up for dinner?"
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Post by regina on Jan 22, 2007 18:54:06 GMT -5
Regina wasn't sure if she had enough conversation topics to last her an entire meal. And, after all, they had only met the day before. A whole dinner thing seemed a bit too formal for her liking.
"Nice car," she said, watiting for the two clicks of the unlocking device. "I think drinks sound fine," Reggie decided quickly, hoping that was okay with Clark. He had asked, after all.
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Post by clark on Jan 22, 2007 22:24:22 GMT -5
"Great," he said getting into his car. "Do you want to head over to teh Internet Cafe. My brother Jimmy said they have good drinks."
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Post by regina on Jan 23, 2007 7:22:39 GMT -5
Regina nodded. She loved the internet cafe, it was one of her favorite places to be when she wasn't at work, as she loved the internet and could waste hours upon hours doing useless, trivial stuff online.
They had good drinks, too.
"That sounds perfect," she said, waiting to see what music would be playing when he turned on the car. You could tell a lot about a person by the music they listened to.
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Post by clark on Jan 23, 2007 10:05:20 GMT -5
Clark turned the ignition and once the engine had started, the cd he had been listening to resumed playing.
Can you still feel the butterflies
Can you stilll hear the last goodnight
Jimmy Eat World was still in the system, and though he liked listening to them: he wasn't the only person in the car now.
"I can turn that off it you don't like it," he offered.
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Post by regina on Jan 23, 2007 21:48:31 GMT -5
JEW. Nice. Regina made a mental note that he'd been listening to Jimmy Eat World on his way here. The particular song that was playing showed that he wasn't afraid to listen to some mellow music with slightly poetic lyrics. Hopefully not too poetic... it wouldn't have been the first time she'd gone on a date with a guy who turned out to be gay.
"No, that's fine. I like a little Jimmy Eat World every now and then. . . it seems like forever since I've gotten out that CD." Regina smiled as she hummed quietly to herself, not quite bold enough to sing out loud in the car with Clark. She threw her bag in the back so that it was out of the way. "What else do you listen to?" it was a conversation starter.
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Post by clark on Jan 23, 2007 21:58:05 GMT -5
"Well I like a lot of inde music like Arcade Fire, and Minus the Bear," he said, pulling out of the space and heading out onto the road. "But I like some classic rock too like the Doors and Queen."
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Post by regina on Jan 24, 2007 7:18:41 GMT -5
Regina nodded, glad that she hadn't lost her talent for always being able to make conversation. "Nice. Yeah, my little sister turned me on to some of that indie stuff. It's okay every once and a while, but I'll admit I'm more of a rock-n-roll person myself," she said, smiling. "Old stuff, like Queen, but even some of the newer stuff. Like Tool, or Audioslave... even if Audioslave is just a bunch of old bands rolled into one," she added, before she stopped talking.
She always had the bad habit of talking too much when there was silence.
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Post by clark on Jan 24, 2007 17:03:34 GMT -5
"Audioslave? I've never heard of them," Clark said, making a turn and pulling into the parking lot. He found a space, put the car in park and turned it off. "I don't get out much in the music world. As you can see I'm listening to a cd that's almost 5 years old."
He got out of the car, walked around to the other side, and opened it for her. Call him old fashioned, but he just thoguht it was polite to open the door for a lady.
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Post by regina on Jan 26, 2007 21:52:08 GMT -5
"Really? I'm not so sure you'd like them, but I'll have to burn you a CD. It's worth a listen, if nothing else." Regina loved to try and get other people interested in the things she loved. She was only a little dissapointed when people ended up hating what the loved, but it was always worth a try. Some of her favorite things were shown or reccommended to her by others.
Regina wondered what stroke of luck had gotten her a drink-date with Clark that night. He seemed like the perfect guy! He didn't listen to rap, he was honest, and he was chivalrous. It was quite remarkable.
"Thanks," she said, stepping out of the car, careful not to turn into a klutz and trip over the curb or anything. She always seemed to do things like that at the most inopportune times. To her relief, she made it onto the sidewalk unscathed.
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