<br/>﻿<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/><br/>The revelations about his past surprised Olivia. "Brazil, really?" she echoed, astonishment resonating in her voice. "I genuinely wouldn't have guessed. You have a lot of surprises hiding behind that appearance of charm and gallantry, don't you?" And he really did, although the sheer extent of what else he was about to reveal to her was something Liv had no idea of. Not until he actually unveiled just who Jason Vandel was, and no sooner did he finish his life story, than Olivia found her facial expression of interest distorting into a look of abject shock. Her posture grew rigid, her gaze inadvertently deviated to the way his hand was still there, right there underneath her palm. He had made no effort to retreat, either, in fact, for all intents and purposes it seemed that his confession was no reason for anything to change at all. It confused the young woman, and an unfitting insecurity had her look to him again for some sort of explanation, something that validated the fact that they were here right now, having dinner without a care in the world.<br/><br/>Something was clashing severely in her mind. A part of Olivia wanted to grimly accept that perhaps she<em>was</em>familiar with this kind of men after all. Someone who shamelessly travelled halfway across the world, leaving his faithful wife behind in blissful ignorance while he wooed random girls in exciting cities with flashy cars and expensive - well, not<em>expensive</em>- dinners. And then there was a different side, one that, in spite of his blatant confession, couldn't bring herself to consider him an arrogant asshat who thought himself so irresistible that she would stay even now, when he'd admitted to being an adultering bastard. Although if she stayed now, that was exactly what she'd be doing, and yet, it didn't seem to add up. Not at all.<br/><br/>"Your...your wife," she repeated, and this time her voice was a monotone where the initial shock gradually gave way to a more rational approach.. .for as much as she could pull that off, anyway. Olivia shifted in her seat, her hand tensing up. She still hadn't pulled away, although her thumb had ceased its careful caress and simply rested there, indecisive. A crease appeared between her brows, and she pressed her lips together firmly, thoughts following up in rapid succession. An audible breath escaped her through the nose, and when she looked Jason in the eyes again there was a hint of a warning.<br/><br/>"I'm one step away from having you thrown out of this place," she said calmly, though the warning was real, a slightest tremor evident in her voice. "I really hope there's more to this story than this... I'm no home wrecker, Jason, I don't do complicated."