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Post by Kelli-wa on Jan 18, 2011 20:21:41 GMT -5
Bo smiled as she gave him her whole, first, middle, and last names. "Oh well I was unaware that we were to give our full names, but after giving me yours I'm not sure I want to share mine, its quite dull," he said with a light shrug. He smiled as she passed him half of the napkin with her number on it and laughed, "Now after this date is finished you'll know what number to block," he teased, hoping to God that she wouldn't block his number, even though he was probably going to bomb this date. He nodded, making a mental note of her birthday so that he could try to remember. He wrote her full name down on the napkin above the phone number and then her birthdate underneath, so that he could have it for memorization later. He laughed at her answer to her own last question, "Well, I don't think that qualifies you as a thief seeing as I wanted someone to take it and look at it, but I guess we can count that if you like." He took another drink of his milkshake, "Man you could get addicted to these, its so good, I'm going to get fat." He shook his head, "Do you think your sister would give me her secret for my coffee shop, its so good."
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Post by Tiff on Jan 18, 2011 20:36:58 GMT -5
Chelsea stuck the straw of her milkshake into her mouth and grinned and winked when he said he thought his name was dull and he didn't want to share. "I think you should share any way, just so I know. But I promise I won't block your number unless you suddenly become some wacko stalker or something, but you don't sound like that kind of a guy. "My sister is pretty stuck on her recipe, I think she'd tell you and then kill you before actually letting you slip through the door, so I wouldn't even try to snag it." She winked. "Actually she might not care too much. It's basically milk, hand scooped ice cream, flavored syrup, and the right machinery, oh and fresh ingredients, like those chunks of banana you're getting through the straw, fresh chopped banana. So did you want to go burn off these milkshakes before we go chow down on a burger or something?"
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Post by Kelli-wa on Jan 18, 2011 21:01:53 GMT -5
Bo smirked and shook his head, "Nah, I think you're going to have to guess. I promise I'll tell you if you get it right, but I'm not going to just tell you, since when have I let things be that easy?" he asked with another smile. He laughed as she told him about her sister's recipe, "In that case, I think I'll say can it. I can have my own milkshake recipe, or better yet, refer people here if they want milkshakes, because they'll be better than whatever I make..." He took another drink of his milkshake, only to hear that terrible sound where there would be no more of this milkshake for him. He sighed softly and looked back up at her, "That sounds like a plan to me. I think I'm going to skip on my refill today in order to show you my idea of a good time, unless you'd rather just stay and eat here..."
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Post by Tiff on Jan 18, 2011 21:10:12 GMT -5
Chelsea finished off her milkshake with a spoon so you wouldn't hear the distasteful sound of slurping. "Do you know how many names there are in the world? Millions, and that doesn't include variations." She giggled. "Alright will you give me a few hints? Or is it something like super obvious like are you named after an actor or famous person or something? Was your mom and dad like super into Bo Bridges or something?" She doubted that was his middle name. She let the spoon clatter in her glass. "I think Abby would agree to that referencing thing much more easily than giving out her recipe, but yeah, I agree, skip the second one and let's go. I love my sister and her diner and all the food here, but I'm eighteen I don't really need a chaperone you know."
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Post by Kelli-wa on Jan 18, 2011 21:29:26 GMT -5
Bo listened to her and laughed about the Bo Bridges question. He shook his head, "Oh, no way. It's definitely not Bo Bridges. My middle name is actually really common, and it starts with an 'M', but my last name is a color. If that helps you at all," he said with a smile, still chuckling softly. He smiled at her from across the table and nodded, "Well then I'll keep it at that for now, just so she doesn't kill me before I have her sister to protect me," he said with another chuckle. He nodded at her statement and got up from his booth. He put his pen along with her phone number into his pocket. "I'm really glad you said that, because I kind of feel like I'm being watched and I think its making me more nervous and in turn more stupid, which God knows I don't need."
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Post by Tiff on Jan 18, 2011 21:38:11 GMT -5
Chelsea grabbed her purse. "I know your last name, or at least I think I do. It's Grey or Greyman? I kind of got that from the name you signed that first day. I'm going to feel really stupid if that's like your favorite color or something." She tilted her head as she got up. "M...huh?" She thought it over. "Is it Michael?" That was the most common male, middle name she could think of that started with an 'M'. Chelsea giggled and left the money for the shakes on the table. "Yeah, I figured you might feel that way too, which is why I'm more than OK with going." She knew her sister wouldn't pry or be overbearing and she would never intentionally try to be a chaperone, but sometimes it wasn't easy, especially if the event was occurring in a booth at her diner. "So you mentioned bowling. You still up for it?"
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Post by Kelli-wa on Jan 18, 2011 22:12:46 GMT -5
"Oh, you're a good guesser, but its Grey. Greyman is part of my Xbox name... You know, since the local was the Game Stop," he said with a light blush. "God, I'm a nerd, I'm sorry..." He laughed as she guessed his middle name, although he knew that she would. "And now you know my name." He smiled as she stood and and he took her hand, much like she'd taken his earlier, lacing his fingers with hers. He smiled at her again and started toward the front door. "You aren't supposed to tell her where you're going, are you?" he asked, not actually expecting that she would. Her sister seemed pretty cool. He nodded, "Yeah, I was planning on a couple bowling games and then maybe some Pool?" he asked her, turning his head to look at her again.
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Post by Tiff on Jan 18, 2011 23:35:55 GMT -5
Chelsea shook her head, a smile on her face. "You say that like it's a bad thing." She liked that he was bold enough to take her hand and that he hadn't been put off by her taking his hand the last two times. "Ah, the game ended too soon. We should guess things about each other some more." She looked over at her sister, who had her back to her. "Nope, I'm an adult, and really she hasn't asked me where I'm going or where I was since I was thirteen. She's not so far removed from our age group that she doesn't understand privacy and trust. I told you before that I'm a straight 'A' student and you can probably guess that I don't stray too far away from the rules and morals I was raised with right?" She made an unsure face. "I think your plan is sound."
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Post by Kelli-wa on Jan 19, 2011 0:08:50 GMT -5
Bo smirked, "Well, yeah, I guess its not so much, I typically only play the normal games, Guitar Hero, Call of Duity... I did get Black Ops at midnight when it came out, so that might be a bit obsessive..." He blushed again and looked over at her. "Well, we could guess more things... or we could just talk. I feel like that's a little more normal, although I'm not sure that I want to be normal. Alright we'll guess then, what's my favorite color?" he asked with a grin as he opened the door for her. "And I think its great that your sister trusts you, then," he said, not sure what else to say. He smiled, "Alright, off to the bowling alley. I like walking, I hope you don't mind..."
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Post by Tiff on Jan 19, 2011 0:12:42 GMT -5
Chelsea shook her head. "I don't mind walking at all." She walked through the door and started thinking about what his favorite color was. "I'm going to take a stab in the dark and say grey..." She was kidding, just because it was a play on his last name. "Or maybe red?"
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Post by Kelli-wa on Jan 19, 2011 1:15:11 GMT -5
Bo smiled at her before he looked forward, "Good, because I walk almost everywhere. I have a car, I just choose not to drive..." He gave her a fake laugh, "Oh, wow, you're funny, have you ever thought of going into stand up comedy?" he asked with a grin in her direction. His face changed, though when she guessed his favorite color, "Okay, now I'm scared. Are you psychic?" he asked.
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Post by Tiff on Jan 19, 2011 1:42:24 GMT -5
Whoops she wasn't supposed to guess the real color. I was actually taking a stab in the dark because I couldn't remember what I read in his profile. Lol
Chelsea laughed and shook her head. "Another quality I like and share with you, how cool. I have a car too." She pointed out the yellow Celica. "She's awesome but I don't like driving much. Walking is thought provoking and the easiest way to keep my amazing figure." She struck a fun pose for a second and then ran her free hand over the paint on the hood of her car. "Seriously, I guessed right? I was just taking a stab in the dark." She giggled and asked him the same question. "What's my favorite color?" She tapped the car with her fingers and gave a sly smile.
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Post by Kelli-wa on Jan 19, 2011 2:00:13 GMT -5
haha I don't think his favorite color is on his profile yet anyway cause I don't have his favorites on there. I only have what's in the word document. Bo smiled and nodded, "Yeah. Walking kind of makes me feel good about myself, honestly. I don't like the cold much, but I dontmind walking in it either. Now when there's snow? I'm inside and refuse to move, unless I hear word of a snowball fight. But I it's just to go somewhere then no, not happening." He laughed as she said she was stabbing in the dark with his favorite color. "I think it's because you're psychic and you don't wanna admit it," he said, laughing. He furrowed his brow at her question and looked up, acting as if he were thinking extremely hard, or maybe trying to read her mind. "Oh, I don't know... Would it be yellow by any chance?" as he asked he looked back at her with a smirk.
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Post by Tiff on Jan 19, 2011 2:09:14 GMT -5
Chelsea nodded in agreement to his feelings about cold and snow and not liking to be out in it. "Well I suppose if I am psychic then that explains the silent conversations my sister and I have." She made an excited face. "My parents must have been super telepathic mind readers who worked for the CIA." She gave him another excited look her joking tones being just a but obvious under her fake seriousness." She giggled and then laughed at him. "Actually my favorite color is navy blue, but yellow is good too. Good guess." She was happy he fell for her fake hint.
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Post by Kelli-wa on Jan 19, 2011 2:23:40 GMT -5
Bo laughed lightly, "Alright I say we go with that theory about your parents. Except for the CIA, I've always had more respect for the FBI. I think they should be psychic agents for the FBI. That would be awesome," he said with a grin on his face. He let his jaw drop at her answer, "Hey now, no fake hints. I call a re-guess... Uhm... Navy Blue! Do I win?" he asked, spinning around and stopping in front of her, grin quite obvious on his face. "Oh and uhm... Favorite animal next."
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