<div class="floatleft">(http://bd2d3bc3b56e110ea284-87b4cdf8cd56f5994e953e9e7664483c.r44.cf3.rackcdn.com/3138_44fe3882-d65a-4a14-b73a-651a16aa8842.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Las Vegas, NV | October 28, 2014 | 6:50 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Closed, Olivia<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Dinner time.<br/><hr/>Jason took hold of the menu, slowly browsing over the foreign language. It was all Greek – quite literally – to him, and while he had occasionally sampled Greek cuisine it wasn't something that ranked in his favorites. Not that he didn't like it, just that he didn't make a habit of going out of his way for it. So all of the dishes didn't make a whole lot of sense too him, but there was no way he could have remained married to Elena if he didn't learn how to be adventurous, because that very well may as well have been her middle name. “Everything eh?” He said, over the menu whilst perusing it. He'd already, mostly, made up his mind when this man came over and greeted Olivia – which said a lot about how often she was here.<br/><br/>Nikolas' joke was enough to get wide smile and some deep chest chuckles from Jason – it was refreshing to see a man who was honest in his work and clearly enjoyed it so. It didn't much matter if he was like this with all customers or just the ones that he knew personally, the man was being true to himself, and that was a trait Jason could admire whole heartedly. When he showed off the tattoo, his mind had a hard time not flickering back to the images that had been inked into Olivia's body – clearly not by her own hand, but no doubt by her own design. “May I?” Jason asked, and reached out to shift the tattoo around so he could see it completely. “Very impressive work indeed my friend,” He assured the owner before flattening out his hand and offering him a shake. “Jason, it's quite the place you've got here,” He said, gesturing around the room with his other hand.<br/><br/>The abrupt stop that Olivia put to the mans verbal offering was not lost on Jason, and his lips curled into a little smirk – he was far from a prude, so he could imagine what the last words of that sentence were. “Well, I'm glad I meet your approval.” He chuckled, nodding when Liv mentioned ordering, “Ah yea, well let's start with a order of the horta vrasta, and then a moussaka for two?” He questioned, just making sure that was possible, before finishing up, “And then I think we'll crown the evening with some baklava,” The only thing that he was actually familiar with that wasn't a gyro of some design. He folded the menu and offered it to Nikolas so that it could go with him, but before relinquishing it, “And a bottle of wine, chef's choice for the meal?” He requested.<br/><br/>With the order placed, Jason turned his attention back to Olivia and resumed his amused little smirk. Her secrets, and the fact she wanted to keep them so was still playing in his head. “So this is sort of your testing ground for people?” He inquired innocently.<br/><br/>“Tattoo work huh?” He raised a brow, folding his hands in front of himself on the table, “How did you go from drawing on people to drawing on walls for a casino entrepreneur?”