<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 | 06:46 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/>She hadn't really been able to figure out his intentions from the way he had responded to the question, but Olivia gladly accepted his chivalrous behaviour and linked her harm through Jason's. She wasn't even sure why she was so doubtful about this whole dinner date; normally she had very little trouble figuring out what motives a guy had to ask her out. More than likely it had something to do with the fact that in Liv's circles, she didn't get to deal with men like Jason much (although that was a pretty poor definition; Olivia was fairly confident that he was pretty fucking unique) and the whole gentlemanly approach kept catching her off-guard. It would make her suspicious, even, if it weren't for the fact that she simply couldn't imagine him ever willfully wanting to harm someone without good reason to, and so it wasn't that hard to shake off any unfounded wariness and lead him into the cozy little place - with perhaps a somewhat abundant decor - and to one of the tables in the far end of the restaurant, away from too many curious listeners and conveniently shielded from a large part of the restaurant by a decorative, whitewashed wooden wall. The fact that they didn't have to wait for a maitre-dis said enough about the casual nature of the place, although Olivia had seen a hostess at the front at times. Perhaps it was a little odd to be a regular at a place like this; she didn't even care for Greek food<em>that</em>much. She just loved the laidback atmosphere, the friendly staff and, above everything else, the mozaic of various scenes of the Iliad, which lined most of the walls inside the establishment. It preyed upon her love for the stories of old, and even now it took Olivia a moment to tear her gaze from the sight, her mind effortlessly listing the various characters that were depicted.<br/><br/>"I'm not going to tell you what's good, because<em>everything</em>is good in here," she said, and an enigmatic smile warmed her features as she grabbed one of the menus that were already lying on the table. She glanced at it, pursed her lips and then went and grabbed another which she then decisively handed over to Jason. "This one's in Greek," she told him pointedly. "And unless you are fluent at the language, the only way you have of judging what dish you'll like best is by its original name." mozaic lazily tapped against the back of the laminated menu. "I'd do the same, but I've been here too many times for it to work anymore. So why don't you order for me, too?"<br/><br/>She sat back in her seat at that, just in time to catch a rotund man approaching from their left. Nikolas was a man who fully embraced the Burgundian way of life. But despite that, he was surprisingly muscular, and his biceps were drawn rather well underneath the fabric of his - perhaps a bit too tight - white shirt. He arrived at the table with a generous smile, his arms spread to the sides in a welcoming manner. Although he was in his early fifties, the man's hair was a perfect raven black and he sported a narrow beard and moustache that only added to his hospitable Mediterranean nature.<br/><br/><em>"Yia Olivia!"</em>he greeted warmly.<em>"Se pethmisa poly!"</em>Nikolas looked like he was about to give her a hug, and he probably would have if it hadn't been for her present company. Even as Olivia returned the greeting she caught him curiously letting his gaze dart over to Jason. Immediately she began having second thoughts on whether this had been a particularly well thought out idea. "Ah, I see you bring a guest with you," he commented, and now he looked Jason up and down without a trace of shame. "It's always good when she brings a guest - it means twice the income for me!"<br/><br/>Nikolas generally had that one typical uncle sense of humour that Liv could easily forgive him for, and when he briefly turned away, only to return with a mandatory bottle of ouzo and two shot glasses, she gladly accepted the anise flavoured aperitif and looked to Jason with a spark of amusement. He was suffering the rather crude remarks of the restaurant owner, who was rolling up his sleeve to reveal the design she had etched into his upper arm. A rather graphic image of a naked Aphrodite carried a strange contrast of seductiveness and innocence as she gazed out from her eternal spot on the man's warm skin. "She has a talent, that one," he pointed as he grabbed the bottle again, this time actually bothering to fill Jason's glass as well. "I don't know why she doesn't bring nice men like you here more often." Nikolas shrugged. "At least you<em>are</em>a man, last time I saw her here she -- "<br/><br/>"I think my friend is ready to order, Nikolas," Olivia interrupted, her voice clear enough to instantly silence the man. The directness was offset by the warm expression in her eyes, and Liv loosely folded her arms on top of the surface of the table. She didn't need the Greek restaurant owner to give away all her secrets to Jason that easily.<br/>