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noodles · 06-08-2008, 11:19 AM

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Originally Posted by Lady Riddle

She shook her head in the affirmative. "I can play them both for you. They are lovely songs really. I hope you like them when you hear." She said. A smile broke across her face when he said she could choose the first song. "Are you sure that alright?" She gave him a small peck on the cheek. "That will be our first song as husband and wife. I want it to be something that we both choose." She had been making all the decisions in their relationship, and more often than not it was without Nathan's knowledge or input. She didn't and she wasn't going to do that anymore. That was not how she wanted her marriage to work. "Well why don't you play it for me on your piano. You've never let me hear you play before. It would be nice to hear this song from you." She hoped he would say yes. She wanted badly to hear him play.

Egypt felt Nathan wobble, and his grip on her back wasn't as strong as before and she felt almost like she was falling. "Nathan?" She asked before he ran off to the bathrooms, leaving her standing in the middle of the dance floor all alone. What was going on? She wanted to follow after him, but she thought better of it.She just went back to their table and sat down. Her gillywater was warm but she drank it anyways. She just needed something to distract herself, she hoped Nathan wasn't getting nervous or cold feet about the wedding. That would just kill her.

“I’m sure with your impeccable taste whatever you choose will be perfect.” He replied - confident smile fixed in place. His expression turned to a hint of confusion, however, when she asked if he was sure she could choose the first song. You would think he was pushy in this relationship or something – he liked to think he was pretty easy going most of the time, but some people just can’t see themselves the way others do... he often hoped he wasn’t one of those people... Oh crap -his confidence was starting to slip - the effect of potion was obviously wearing off. “Of course it’s alright.” He replied, accepting the kiss on the cheek, his brain trying to ignore the sudden appearance of that dreaded second left foot. “I think we have very different tastes; choosing something we both like may be near impossible.” Okaaay... Not such a good reply there, Nate. “But please, love, I really want you choose.” He added trying to claw his way out of the hole he was digging himself - at least he was being honest here.

He wrapped his arms around her as the music slowed. “Yes. I’ll play it for you, love.” He said gently. “But you’ll have to excuse me singing voice.” He chuckled lightly. He was sure Egypt must have heard him singing in the shower... but that was completely different to actually playing the piano and singing to someone.

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He returned from the bathroom, with a new found swagger to his walk, exuding that confidence once again - he had taken a large amount of the luck potion this time to make sure it lasted the rest of the evening. Slightly disappointed to find Egypt sitting back at the table, he went over to join her. “Sorry about that, love.” He said with a charming smile. “When you gotta go, you gotta go.” He winked at her and gave her a one armed squeeze.

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Originally Posted by NicoT

Stanley had grabbed the first tray he had come across at the Catering station; luckily it was one that wouldnt tempt him at all considering his avoidence of all things starchy and wheat-based.
He examined it curiously; Club sandwiches...club sandwiches that looked as decadant as possible considering it was just a bunch of bread with little bits of something between each layer. They smelt fantastic; which puzzled Stanley as he had never thought of sandwiches, club sized or otherwise, as being something that had a smell.

He walked around sedately, with the tray held in front of him, stopping occassionally as one or another of the guests spotted him and took a club sandwich from the tray.

He was content to just amble around until someone called him over or the tray was empty; in which case he would probably grab something different.
Variety apparently being the spice of life and all.

Spotting the waiter with a tray of drinks and sandwiches, he beckoned him over. “Care for a drink and a nibble, Lady Riddle?” he asked Egypt with a cheeky grin. “And then we can have another wee dance, eh?”

06-08-2008, 11:19 AM	#363 (permalink)
noodles Hinkypunk Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: hiss Posts: 12,265 Hogwarts RPG Name: Rowan Fairfax Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Ezra Greenwood Ravenclaw Fifth Year x2	Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science! Quote: Originally Posted by Lady Riddle She shook her head in the affirmative. "I can play them both for you. They are lovely songs really. I hope you like them when you hear." She said. A smile broke across her face when he said she could choose the first song. "Are you sure that alright?" She gave him a small peck on the cheek. "That will be our first song as husband and wife. I want it to be something that we both choose." She had been making all the decisions in their relationship, and more often than not it was without Nathan's knowledge or input. She didn't and she wasn't going to do that anymore. That was not how she wanted her marriage to work. "Well why don't you play it for me on your piano. You've never let me hear you play before. It would be nice to hear this song from you." She hoped he would say yes. She wanted badly to hear him play. Egypt felt Nathan wobble, and his grip on her back wasn't as strong as before and she felt almost like she was falling. "Nathan?" She asked before he ran off to the bathrooms, leaving her standing in the middle of the dance floor all alone. What was going on? She wanted to follow after him, but she thought better of it.She just went back to their table and sat down. Her gillywater was warm but she drank it anyways. She just needed something to distract herself, she hoped Nathan wasn't getting nervous or cold feet about the wedding. That would just kill her. “I’m sure with your impeccable taste whatever you choose will be perfect.” He replied - confident smile fixed in place. His expression turned to a hint of confusion, however, when she asked if he was sure she could choose the first song. You would think he was pushy in this relationship or something – he liked to think he was pretty easy going most of the time, but some people just can’t see themselves the way others do... he often hoped he wasn’t one of those people... Oh crap -his confidence was starting to slip - the effect of potion was obviously wearing off. “Of course it’s alright.” He replied, accepting the kiss on the cheek, his brain trying to ignore the sudden appearance of that dreaded second left foot. “I think we have very different tastes; choosing something we both like may be near impossible.” Okaaay... Not such a good reply there, Nate. *“But please, love, I really* want you choose.” He added trying to claw his way out of the hole he was digging himself - at least he was being honest here. He wrapped his arms around her as the music slowed. “Yes. I’ll play it for you, love.” He said gently. “But you’ll have to excuse me singing voice.” He chuckled lightly. He was sure Egypt must have heard him singing in the shower... but that was completely different to actually playing the piano and singing to someone. --------------------------------------------------------- He returned from the bathroom, with a new found swagger to his walk, exuding that confidence once again - he had taken a large amount of the luck potion this time to make sure it lasted the rest of the evening. Slightly disappointed to find Egypt sitting back at the table, he went over to join her. “Sorry about that, love.” He said with a charming smile. “When you gotta go, you gotta go.” He winked at her and gave her a one armed squeeze. Quote: Originally Posted by NicoT** Stanley had grabbed the first tray he had come across at the Catering station; luckily it was one that wouldnt tempt him at all considering his avoidence of all things starchy and wheat-based. He examined it curiously; Club sandwiches...club sandwiches that looked as decadant as possible considering it was just a bunch of bread with little bits of something between each layer. They smelt fantastic; which puzzled Stanley as he had never thought of sandwiches, club sized or otherwise, as being something that had a smell. He walked around sedately, with the tray held in front of him, stopping occassionally as one or another of the guests spotted him and took a club sandwich from the tray. He was content to just amble around until someone called him over or the tray was empty; in which case he would probably grab something different. Variety apparently being the spice of life and all. Spotting the waiter with a tray of drinks and sandwiches, he beckoned him over. “Care for a drink and a nibble, Lady Riddle?” he asked Egypt with a cheeky grin. “And then we can have another wee dance, eh?” __________________ Last edited by noodles; 06-08-2008 at 11:27 AM.