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LA - Walking Around

You couldn't say he was doing anything other than wandering. He'd pop into the occasional bookshop, and he'd gone through three different Starbucks at various points, but he didn't have any specific aim really. His time in LA up till then had been show after show, which was great since he'd been getting rave reviews for the new show... but all the performing had taken it's toll on his brain and thus: day off.

He's got a pair of shades on, since this is LA, but they're perched on top of his head because it was a little dark for him to see well with them (and he's from NY).


"You've nothing to fear. I have proper theater ettiquite." She grins. Without knowing, she closes the book and holds it as she walks around the table. "Was there anything specific you were looking for? Not that I know where everything is here. Bookstores can be so...varied."
He shakes his head.

"I never have any specific point in walking into a bookstore other than to get into a bookstore."

He grins.

"I was just lucky to see you."
"Aren't you charming?" She returns the grin and walks back in front of the table, heading towards the register. "Well I think I should...wait."

She stops, looks at the book. "I already have this one," she says shyly and puts the book back on the table.
He offers his arm.

"Care to go to another, or can I treat you to another meal? This one cardboard free, perhaps?"
"I think...I'd like a meal. I'd love one, actually."

She hooks her arm around his.
He grins.

"Very good. Now, like I said, I know a few places, but nothing around here. Anywhere you like? I'm game for it."
Lindsay makes shifty eyes.

"I mean I do...but...they've already seen enough of me this week. I think I have to lay low, you know?" Beat. "Maybe cardboard is the better option today."
"I see," he says conspiratorially, "Though if there was somewhere between there and cardboard, I'd declare you a goddess."
"Mmm...Panera, but that's chain."
"And sometimes there's nothing wrong with chain," he points out. "Lay on, MacDuff."
"That's true." She walks forward to the door, holding it open for Nick. "I've never protested a quick bite at McDonald's overseas, after all. Even...in Paris," she adds mischievously.
He smirks.

"I've done it too. I tried not to, but then there was this desperate need for a sausage mcmuffin with egg."
"No cheese?"

You can't have sausage and egg without cheese! It just isn't right.
"That goes without saying," he says with a roll of his eyes. "Really, what kind of a heathen do you take me for?"
"Oh, well, even if you specifically ask for the cheese they'll usually forget to put it on." Bastards.
"Maybe for you," he says with a charming grin, though he does avoid her eyes as always.
"Why me? What'd I ever do to make them deny me cheese?"

There's plenty of reasons she can think of that would tip karma in favor of denying her cheese, but let's not get emo just yet.
He looks her up and down.

"I wouldn't have a clue."
"Are you implying that I'm fat?"
He snorts.

"You know you're not. What? I'm not allowed to take the chance for a surreptitious glance over a beautiful woman? Yeesh."
"I'll have to charge for that."

Of course, this lovely banter has distracted Lindsay into passing Panera right by.
He opens his mouth.

"You know? There's not a damn good thing I could say after that. I think it would just end up being a question of what you hit me with, so I'm just going to keep it to myself and compliment you again."
"Well, there's nothing wrong with making a little bit of money, and if I had a penny for every time someone's looked me up and down the way you have I could buy a Ferrari."
"I was admiring your wit."

How he says this with a straight face is anyone's guess.
She snorts.

"And Playboy is popular because of its thought-proviking articles."
Los Angeles: The Beach

December 2006

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