<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/sddasda%20copy_zpsdi1usvki.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Olivia Moretz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12404589#msg12404589)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Las Vegas | October 28, 2014 | 07:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Having dinner<br/><hr/><br/>With impeccable timing, Nikolas personally came over to bring them two plates of steaming hot food, which smelled beyond delicious. At some point Olivia had been aware that she was ravenously hungry, but that sentiment had somewhat withered by now, replaced by a plethora of feelings that she was still busily placing on their respective shelves just to get a bit of a grip on the situation at hand. It wasn't something she had ever had to deal with before - not like this - and truth be told, her initial response had actually been to up and leave and focus on things less<em>awkward</em>than having to deal with a guy in a marriage crisis. It was clear that something wasn't quite level between Jason and his beloved wife, she really didn't need to be a relationship counselor for that. It was, however, also painfully obvious that he cared a great deal about this Elena, unless he was pulling the wool over her eyes in a way that Liv could only applaud; she was pretty sure that no actors were<em>that</em>good.<br/><br/>Her hand was still loosely holding onto Jason's even as Nikolas warmly told them to enjoy their meals in flawless Greek. Liv was all too aware that he was curious, and perhaps he had picked up on the mixed feelings that she had about this man she was sharing a meal with. Still, to avoid any needless alarm - Nikolas was as much of a father figure as she had around here and she didn't really want to give him reason to go off on one with Jason - she didn't want to look like she was suddenly at odds with her company. Which was a sufficient enough explanation as to why she kept hold of his hand for as long as it took the restaurant owner to deliver their main courses. It didn't, however, justify why Olivia, when it was just the two of them again, folded her fingers around the length of his index finger, creating a firmer hold that suggested the opposite of Liv wanting to bolt and be done with anything out of the ordinary. After all, she made a fierce claim to being the girl who enjoyed taking risks, and although it was a whole different kind of unconventional surely this fit right up her alley, right?<br/><br/>And so she smiled, and it wasn't a sympathetic smile. Not a polite one either, in fact, if anything it looked as if Olivia was laughing, a sentiment that could be severely misinterpreted. It wasn't even because of how unlikely this situation was, or how ridiculous it was that he thought he could get away with this. The opposite was closer to the truth, and all too soon she shook her head, gently pressing the back of her free hand to her lips and suppressed the involuntary display of amusement.<br/><br/>"You must forgive<em>me</em>, dear Jason," she told Jason, still failing rather horrendously at playing the part of either insulted date or sympathetic potential friend. "But you're the worst adulterer I have ever seen." She gestured dismissively with her hand before placing it back by the side of her plate. "Right, partner in an open marriage," she corrected herself. "I mean, you couldn't possibly look any less like you want to hook up with another woman." Liv shook her head; there was a notable absence of jealousy or disappointment in the way she regarded Jason, although she was glad to finally be able to figure him out... at least a little better. The clarity of the situation was something she approved of, even if it did mean she had to adjust her expectations a little. A lot.<br/><br/>"It<em>is</em>weird though. I mean, isn't this supposed to be like the Golden Ticket for any married man? You get to sleep with whoever you want with no repercussions or consequences and here you are, struggling to even talk about it. You must be any soccer mom's dream guy. I'd question your wife's sanity, but then again, I don't think I'd have it in me to be a one-man girl for the rest of my life, either."<br/><br/>She refrained from asking about Elena's abilities, although there was no denying that Olivia was curious and her mind had already begun painting the picture of whichever woman would form the perfect counterpart to a man like Jason Vandel. Then again, maybe not the<em>perfect</em>counterpart, considering how uncomfortable he had been about explaining his home situation. Olivia wasn't sure if she should be pitying him, or if it was at all appropriate the words invoked some amount of empathy for this. but the feeling was there all the same. So in an attempt to at least alleviate the burden a little she hunched forward, squeezing his fingers more tightly and, for the moment, ignoring their dinner.<br/><br/>"Look, the last thing I want is for this to be awkward." Liv could be pretty forward when she wanted to be - and usually, she wanted to be. "This morning you've shown me something that I really want to further explore and I still do. The thing is, I do think you're really goodlooking and I'm not gonna deny that if tonight we ended up in your hotel room that would be pretty awesome, and not just because I bet it has much better beds than the one in my apartment. But hell, if that's not your thing then let's have dinner, chat, take a moonlit stroll along the Strip and part ways as unlikely friends. I really rather not have to deal with you rolling out of bed in the morning on the verge of tears, telling me how much you regret this and how I was the worst decision of your life. I have a very fragile ego, you see."<br/><br/>With a theatrical look in her dark brown irises, Liv finally picked up her fork, and without a care in the world she leaned over to the little steel pan filled with rapidly coolling moussaka. She scooped up a bit, and as she mindfully chewed, so did she look at Jason in contemplative thought for a while. It wasn't until she'd swallowed that she spoke again, deliberately taking the time to provide a lull in the conversation. "But don't worry, I'm no Disney princess and I'm not desperately looking for a fairytale prince. If you want to have fun, then you're dining with the right girl. If you want to figure out if this whole open marriage thing is for you then I'm fine being a guinea pig. And if you'd decide that somewhere during the evening you much rather run back to your hotel to call your wife or send her some heartfelt texts about how you just can't do this, then go for it. I'm a big girl with a drawer full of toys in my bedroom - I'll live. But..." And to this, Olivia pointed at him with the fork held between her fingers. "...if by the end of tonight you decide that maybe you want to try heading down this new road your relationship is taking you,<em>and</em>you're still as handsome, charming and full of gentlemanly values that you really don't see here in Vegas much, then I promise you I'll make it worth the risk."<br/><br/>It was only then that her hand slipped away, the gesture far too sweet compared to the bluntness of her actions. Her actions slipped into familiar nonchalance and Olivia scooped up another bite of their shared dinner. "But you do owe me a flight, and that's not negotiable," she added casually.<br/>