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Post by Fabian Prewett on Jan 29, 2009 15:36:01 GMT -5
Fabian could feel tension between the two. He didn't quite understand it, but by the look on Riley's face, it wouldn't be something he would ask about. "Yeah, Fabian, and you're Roland, right?" He thought it only nice to respond. Besides, from what he heard, Roland was pretty good at what he did, and Fabian could admire that.
He didn't really say much as Riley and Roland continued to have a moment, but he finally did follow her into her apartment after she opened the door. "Thanks," he said taking a seat on the couch. "And no, I'm not hungry, but thanks for the offer." Fabian smiled and glanced around her place. "You have a pretty nice apartment. It looks organized and clean. Mine is a complete mess, but at least I know where just about everything is. Once I clean up, I won't be able to find anything." He gave a laugh.
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Post by Riley Neves on Jan 29, 2009 15:43:22 GMT -5
Riley laughed, thought it was somewhat forced and she was trying to stop thinking about Roland and that look in his eyes like he had caught her with her hand in the cookie jar.
She came back a moment later with two glasses of the wine and handed him one as she sat on the couch.
"Than you. I'm actually the same way, and it's the only reason I keep anything clean. If I just always keep it where it's supposed to go, I can't lose it. So, shall we try it?"
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Post by Fabian Prewett on Jan 29, 2009 16:43:35 GMT -5
"I tend to remember where I put something down rather than where it goes. Sometimes Gideon or Molly puts my stuff away when they come over and it takes me forever to find it." Fabian gave a shake of his head. He liked the way things were in his apartment. It looked well lived in, even if he wasn't there all the time.
Fabian accepted the glass and put a smile on his face. "I suppose we should. Thank you Riley. You've showed me an entertaining day so far."
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Post by Riley Neves on Jan 30, 2009 12:05:16 GMT -5
Riley laughed. She was exactly the same way he was, which was why she just always set things down where they were supposed to go. Her mother had visited for a day and went through, rearranging everything Riley had. She was lost for a week trying to find things.
"You've been just as entertaining," Riley said an raised her glass. "To new friends, and days off."
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Post by Fabian Prewett on Jan 30, 2009 12:43:33 GMT -5
Fabian laughed. "I try, I try," he said giving his head a small bow. He raised his glass as well. "Yes, to new friends and days off, which is a great combination if I may add." He grinned and put the wine glass to his lips and took a drink. "Its age is prefect. Not too strong, but yet, not too weak either."
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Post by Riley Neves on Jan 31, 2009 13:56:09 GMT -5
Riley sipped the wine. She wasn't and avid drinker. She just had a bottle around in case she ever needed it, so the finer points of wine often were lost on her, but she had to admit, this was quite good.
"You're right," she told him. "This is a good bottle... you have excellent taste, Fabian," she complimented him, and finally settled back into the couch, her back against the arm so that she could look at him. She finally relaxed, and it felt nice. "Thank you again for suggesting it."
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Post by Fabian Prewett on Jan 31, 2009 14:20:41 GMT -5
"Thank you," he said as he also relaxed, leaning back on the couch. Fabian wasn't tense around Riley, he felt more at ease and his relaxed pose said so. Of course, there weren't all that many awkward moments in his life, or that he noticed.
"No problem. I had to find some way to do my good deed for the day." Fabian turned his head to look at her and grinned. "And I must say, I do like the results of that good deed." He took another small drink from his glass. "So, is this what you do in your spare time? Go into the Three Broomsticks in search of wine and whatever guy comes to help you, you take home and then you make them into some kind of meat pie," Fabian asked with an amused look. "I mean, you attempted to fatten me up earlier with offering something to eat. A guy has to wonder." Of course, he was just kidding with her as his eyes danced with laughter.
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Post by Riley Neves on Jan 31, 2009 14:35:40 GMT -5
He made her laugh again, and she snapped her fingers. "Damn," she said. "You've figured me out already. You're a smart one. They don't usually figure it out until the knives come out. I only take the guys who have good taste in wine, though. The flavor is better, you see."
She liked his sense of humor and how it put her at ease so quickly. Like the saying went, if you could make a girl laugh...
"That being said, are you sure I can't get you something fattening?"
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Post by Fabian Prewett on Jan 31, 2009 15:02:42 GMT -5
Fabian winked again. "Well, I have to be smart to be good at my job." He laughed. "Sorry I couldn't let you have the element of surprise. And I can see why men with a good taste of wine would be good. The wine would still be in their system and make the food taste better."
He was enjoying himself as he sat on her couch lazily. At her question, Fabian looked down to his stomach and poked it. "I don't know. I don't think I would really taste that great in a meat pie. Sure, there's the wine, but still. Plus, I don't really want to get fat. That will lessen my chances at getting away faster and give you the upperhand. We couldn't have that now could we?"
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Post by Riley Neves on Feb 1, 2009 23:57:17 GMT -5
Riley laughed and shook her head. "Oh, you know this conversation is actually pretty morbid," she pointed out, taking another drink of her wine and letting it die. She never brought guys to her apartment, but she was pretty sure explaining the best ways to put them in a pie wasn't what was supposed to happen, and even that thought made her laugh. "I'm glad you came, though, Fabian. So, all right. What made you decide to be an Auror?"
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Post by Fabian Prewett on Feb 2, 2009 0:08:21 GMT -5
"Yes, it's a bit morbid, but it's made you laugh," he said smiling at her. Fabian thought that Riley was pretty when she was smiling or laughing. Her laughter was something that he already enjoyed.
"Well, I'm glad that you invited me Riley." Fabian smiled again at her question. "Ah, the famous how did you decide question. I decided to become an Auror because I wanted to protect people. I was great when it came to classes and did pretty well. I knew that fighting as an Auror I could protect and go out and fight evil. I wanted to really protect my family. I found out that I was pretty good at defending and that sort of thing, so I went into Auror training." Fabian gave a shrug. "What about you Ms. Neves?"
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Post by Riley Neves on Feb 2, 2009 4:29:26 GMT -5
Riley's smile softened, and there was a slight tinge to her cheeks. "Yes, it made me laugh," she agreed. There would have been no point in denying it, after all.
She sipped her wine while she listened to him explain his reasonings, and the question was turned back on her. "You know, your answer was noble. Mine... I'm not sure why I did it. I had a lot of energy, so that ruled out an office job. After that, it seemed like the only thing that would fit. I wanted to help people, and Aurors have a little more freedom than MLE officers."
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Post by Fabian Prewett on Feb 2, 2009 7:55:13 GMT -5
"Well, that's a good answer as any," he replied. "And I do like we have a little more freedom. I like doing things my way, even if I do get a little careless, as my sister says, every now and again, except when it comes to working." Fabian did tend to be careless. After all, he would always bang his watch on something, or he would lose something. However, while he was working, Fabian was anything but careless.
"And just having an office job would be boring. I think that I would sleeping all the time, and needless to say, I wouldn't have met you and we probably wouldn't be having this nice conversation."
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Post by Riley Neves on Feb 5, 2009 14:30:40 GMT -5
"Your sister is probably just looking out for you," Riley said, smiling a little. She thought it was sweet, and from what Fabian had already said about his sister, Riley guessed she would make a good mother someday. She sounded like she had those instincts.
She leaned forward a bit, resting her elbow on her knee and her chin in her hand. "Who knows? Maybe you would have. Maybe fate has it's way with us despite the choices we make."
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Post by Fabian Prewett on Feb 5, 2009 16:35:44 GMT -5
"Fate is a funny thing," he admitted. "Of course, I believe that you can make your own choices, and I also believe that everything happens for a reason. I don't really think that there are coincidences. However, I'm glad that we met under the circumstances of today." Fabian gave her a grin. "I should have already come up and introduced myself to you before now, however you might have looked at me like I was crazy."
Fabian still sat in his relaxed, lazy pose. "But with fate, if you feel like there's a coincidence with anything, you should look into what happened. Maybe you can figure it out, or of course, later it could become apparent." He gave her a wink. "I'm glad that we didn't meet so you could turn me into a meat pie."
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Post by Riley Neves on Feb 5, 2009 16:54:26 GMT -5
Riley raised her eyebrows, biting her lip so that she didn't laugh. "You still don't know that I won't turn you into a meat pie," she pointed out. "But I like your take on fate."
She didn't realize that she had barely sipped her wine, so engrossed in conversation with him. "I wouldn't have thought you were crazy... we just only saw each other in work situations, and I'm not exactly social at work. I might have blown you off." She shrugged. It was true, so she was glad for the circumstances that they met under as well. It was easy to get along with him and talk to him, and she might have missed out on that.
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Post by Fabian Prewett on Feb 5, 2009 18:19:16 GMT -5
"I can see you want to laugh, your eyes give it away, and there's no need to hold it in," Fabian grinned. "But I'm not what I should expect from you. You might turn me into something else other than a meatpie. I haven't quite figured that out yet, although you look like the kind that would have a duck as a pet." He was just teasing her again.
"It's alright that you're not really social at work, but you know, it would have really ripped my heart out if you did do that." Fabian made a frown appear on his face. "And then I might have gone home crying."
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Post by Riley Neves on Feb 6, 2009 5:10:31 GMT -5
Riley chuckled. "Liar. You wouldn't have cried. It probably wouldn't have even ripped your heart out, either, but I kind of want to believe that it would have."
He looked like a lost little boy when he frowned, and Riley found it somewhat endearing. She set her wine on the coffee table next to her, and unfolded her legs from under her. She was Riley, ever bold and going after what she wanted. She didn't want things to get out of control tonight, and she didn't really want a whole lot more than conversation, but she did want to kiss him. She wanted to taste that wine on his lips.
"I think I want to kiss you, Fabian," she told him, her eyes meeting his to see if he would say no.
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Post by Fabian Prewett on Feb 6, 2009 8:57:24 GMT -5
"Oh, you wanna bet that it wouldn't," Fabian said with his eyebrows raised and a teasing look in his eyes. "It would send me home crying and you might not have seen me for a couple days while I tried to pull myself back together." He gave her a wink.
He took another sip of wine from his glass, and at her statement, he was relieved that he had swallowed already and sat his glass down on the end table. If he hadn't, Fabian thought he would have choked, or dropped his glass one. Riley was pretty blunt in what she wanted to do. "You think," he asked not losing eye contact. There was amusement there, but he also his expression said it was alright that she did. Fabian leaned up slightly. "I wouldn't hold you back."
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Post by Riley Neves on Feb 6, 2009 13:03:21 GMT -5
Sometimes, Riley's bold ways paid off. She smiled at Fabian, moving closer to him and truly having no problem making the first move.
When she was close to him, she stopped, meeting his eyes with a playful little look in them. "I have to make sure you would taste good in a minced meat pie, you know. There's no point in wasting your time otherwise."
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