<div class="floatleft">(https://www.girlswithmuscle.com/images/full/38492.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Jennifer Pierce AKA Lightning (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15035979#msg15035979)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Check the Pic<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>August 22nd<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>3:30 A.M. marching ever onward...<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Mike's Diner<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>A meal invitation and an attempt to find out WHY...<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>I Wanna be Your Lover-Prince (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rp8WL621uGM)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Him aka Static<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">I want to be your lover<br/>I want to be the only one that makes you come running<br/>I want to be your lover<br/>I want to turn you on, turn you out<br/>All night long, make you shout</span></div><br/>Jen couldn't get that damned song to leave her mind, even as she settled across from him and listened to his reasons for accepting her invitation. Was it his eyes? Maybe the way his bottom lip begged to be suckled? She didn't know and honestly, she was just so tired of trying to figure it out. As he slid the menu toward her, she allowed her gaze to track along the length of his arm and the slenderness of his hands. They were masculine but he had pianist's fingers, long and slim. Her brain stuttered at the perversion that immediately sprang to mind and a blush suffused her features. God, she hoped he hadn't noticed!<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"How do we change it, though,"</span>she queried, quietly.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"I mean, yeah, I concede your point. I'm not angry at you, not really but you were the easier target, just as you said."</span>She reached for the water as it was placed on the table and flicked her dark gaze up to meet his eyes.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"It's damned difficult to know how to begin. Like what do you do for fun? Do you have a girl?"</span>The litany of queries continued, but silently.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>'If no, would ya like one? How bout me?'</em></span>Nope, not letting any of that out!<br/><br/>The waitress returned and stood hip shot beside the table, a small pad and pen gripped in her hands.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"So, what can I get for ya?"</span><br/><br/>Jen glanced at the young man across from her and waited for him to order before she placed her own.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Chicken Cesar salad, please. No dressing."</span>It wasn't that she needed to watch her weight, not really, but it was late (or early) and she hated filling up before bed.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>'I know a way to burn it off!'</em></span>Had it been possible to slap herself for shit talking without Virgil looking at her like she'd gone insane, she definitely would have done so.<br/><br/>Once the server sauntered away, an extra swing in her hips that Jen was sure was for Virgil's benefit, she continued on, her husky contralto quiet.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"How do you want us to get to know each other? I mean, besides asking questions? I could lie. Hell you could too."</span>She closed her eyes and pondered.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"I guess I will just have to see what the night brings, right?"</span><br/><br/>She fell into silence...and listened to that damned song as Prince wailed in her mind.