<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 | 07:15 AM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Feeling ridiculously relieved<br/><hr/><br/>"To dinner?" she echoed, genuine surprise in her voice. Olivia hadn't expected such forwardness; even though this was Vegas, a promiscuous place, somehow Jason's revelation had left her unprepared for an offer like that, even if she had no idea what it entailed. Perhaps it was simple curiosity, just like she was curious about him. Liv didn't meet many Evolved and much less did she meet ones that were so willing to display their abilities. She was all too aware that this was a pretty unique opportunity for her... which, of course, didn't mean that she was willing to come across as desperately eager.<br/><br/>Olivia shrugged in what was a half successful attempt to tone down the initial - and considerably more sincere - confoundedness. "Well...I don't know," she continued, and as she accepted the dress, she made sure to press it against her upper body before uprighting herself. "You do make it sound like being someone's flying companion is daily business for you. A girl does want to feel special, you know." She gazed at him uninhibitedly while his back was turned, a hint of disappointment in her eyes as she silently mourned the sight of his now folded wings. They really were splendid, and as she tugged the thin fabric of the dress over her head Liv found herself pondering just how well she would do drawing a version of herself with wings like that. She wasn't confident about it, but then, she much felt like her exploring of her own enhancements was in its baby stage still. Altering her form to the example of a drawing rather than the tattoos she was so familiar with was a little frightening, a lot more challenging as well and she was definitely a little insecure in that aspect still.<em>Perhaps another day. </em><br/><br/>Once fully dressed - for as much as one piece of clothing could constitute as such - Olivia stepped out from behind the bar and traversed the room, back to the painting that covered a considerable part of the rightmost wall. She crouched down to pick up her paint and brush, the need for a distraction evident. Through her long eyelashes she regarded the brush for a while whilst letting the soft bristles trace the palm of her hand. "You know what, though?" she mused, "I know the perfect place to go." Olivia dug into the big chest that held her paint supplies, removing a crude piece of paper and a dark pencil, on which she hastily scribbled an address. She was by no means a demure kind of girl, but a hint of that sentiment shone through as she walked up to Jason, this time not allowing the sight of his divine wings to distract her. With a lofty motion of her arm she handed over the paper. "Meet me here at seven?" she asked, though it was hardly a question. "If we have half as much in common as I think we do, I think we'll have a good time, you and I."<br/><br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><br/>She'd made a conscious effort not to be late, but Liv hadn't anticipated to show up this early. It was a little pathetic, really, and she could only hope that Jason would either do her the courtesy of showing up early himself or being fashionably late, so at least he wouldn't<em>know</em>that she'd shown up a good twenty minutes before seven, looking perhaps a little too desperate. She wasn't, but she couldn't deny being distinctly excited, which was a bit odd for the girl; usually it took a lot more to get her heart pumping.<br/><br/>For the occasion she'd donned a red dress that, unlike the little gown she'd been wearing during the day, was made of less breezy material and actually made Olivia look like she'd an effort to dress up for the night. Not that she'd easily be caught in something that didn't radiate a need to be able to<em>move</em>and her heels were high enough to add a bit of length but comfortable enough not to risk breaking her ankles. Her dark blond hair - she was in one of those rare phases where she stuck with her natural shade -  rested lightly on her shoulders. It was shorter than she was used to, the just below shoulder length feeling a little uneasy still.<br/><br/>The Greek little restaurant wasn't particularly imposing, although it did look quaint. With its typical white and blue and the font in which it name was painted upon the front there was no missing what cuisine was being served here. It had the appearance of a bistro more than a proper dining establishment, although it had more class than you would give it credit for at first glance. Olivia knew the owner, Nikolas, from one of the first proper tattoos she had ever done on a customer. He must have been satisfied with it, considering the fact that he, to this day, would bring her free baklava after dinner whenever she visited and sit down for a chat. She wasn't sure if he'd be equally inclined to do so when she brought male company - you know, male company that wasn't Alex, at least.<br/><br/><br/>She wasn't sure how long she'd been standing there when she noticed Jason approaching. Immediately Olivia pushed off from the wall against which she had been leaning perhaps slightly too casually and allowed her fingers to flutter in a little wave of greeting. "Glad you found it okay," she chimed, lingering briefly between leaning forward for a more traditional two kiss on the cheek greeting or not. It felt a little forced though, and instead Olivia found herself merely touching his arm briefly before turning towards the restaurant.<br/><br/>"I didn't quite  know what the context of this dinner is," she offered the moment Jason did arrive, and with an impish sort of smile gestured behind herself. "So if we're going Dutch, then at least I'll be able to afford my share."  It wasn't an apology, not even a subtle hint that he better be leaping back to pre-emancipation times and treat the lady he invited to a free meal. Liv didn't consider herself much of a lady, anyway, and besides, even if Vegas was a nightmare to find an affordable home in, she was doing well enough money wise. She had a roof over her head, food on the table - when she remembered to do the groceries - and enough money to spare to facilitate her need for adrenaline-fueling hobbies. What Liv hoped to gain from the off-hand remark was a little clarity in just what he was expecting in all this. She was easygoing and Liv suspected that it had been worth forfeiting horror movie night with Alex for regardless of where it took them, but she was curious enough to want to know, if only because Jason really didnt' strike her as the type for one-night stands.<br/><br/><br/><br/>