Anticipation

[Sublime]

Bella bowed her head toward Pyro gratefully as she walked through the open door, "It's alright Chris, I'm sure you didn't mean to frighten me. I understand that there is going to be some history between wrestlers, I hope he doesn't give you anymore trouble."

Miss Morte reached into her gym bag and withdrew a pack of marlboro 27's. She popped the top and wrapped her lips around her chosen victim, retrieving it from its sanctuary and igniting the end with a hello kitty zippo. Elizabeth took a long drag from her cigarette and sighed. Her mind felt clear again, the cool wind washing away the tension from within the bar and offering a sweet respite from the conflict within her mind. Bella grinned contentedly and nodded her head in agreement with Ethan "wonderful, perfect temperature with a nice breeze."

Her eyes scanned the side walk absent mindedly. Suddenly her blue green orbs grew wild and a look of panic swept across her features, "oh shit.... I think," she took another look around, "I think somebody stole my bike."
The bycicle rack where she had left her trusty steed just a short while ago now stood empty. She ran her fingers through her hair and growled with frustration.

[Ethan Hawke]

Ethan cannot help, but watch the way she retrieved her smoke and takes another deep inhale. He smirks as he leans into her ear.

"Anything you can't make look good?"

He then turns his attention to Kazue. He gives her a genuine smile, mainly because he could not stop it.

"It is very nice to have met you Ma'am..."

He gives her a bow before turning his attention toward Pyro.

"I would just like to say..."

He stops and thinks for a moment before nodding and going back to his cigarette. He leans back into Elizabeth's ear.

"Need a ride?"

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Kazue bows in response to Hawke. Pyro pays little attention, just looks at the frustration on Bella's face. Chris smirks as he hears the comments from Ethan.

Chris:
You try too hard, Ethan. Anyway, nice to meet you, Bella. Hope to see you again in the future.

Chris and Kazue walk off into the distance.

[Sublime]

A fresh bloom of embarrassment floods her pale visage as Ethan's cool breath strokes the side of her neck and his words intoxicate her mind. She had no idea what she had done to bring about his question, but she wasn't dismayed by his response, “I-I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

As Pyro and Kazue went to leave Miss Morte hooked one after another in a quick hug, “it was a pleasure meeting you both, I hope to see more of you in the future.”

As they faded in the distance the dashing wrestler offered a much needed ride home. Bella was well aware she really didn’t have any other options, aside from rangling a taxi cab, of which she really couldn't afford at this point in time. The green eyed girl pounted inwardly, struggling to decide whether it was bad behavior on her part to accept his offer; good girls don’t get in cars with strange men. Miss Morte peered at her Hawke out of the corner of her eye, trying to read his intent. She took in a deep breath, turned to him and responded in a whisper, “I’d really like a ride home, yes, please.”

She then popped her cigarette back into her mouth, took one last drag and put it out on the bottom of her shoe.

[Ethan Hawke]

"Ok I can definately handle that..."

He pulls his keys out of his pocket and presses a button. His GTO flashes across the street and he smirks as he tosses his smoke away.

"Where to?"

He makes the 'after you gesture' and awaits her response.

[Sublime]

Bella searched herself thoroughly, making sure she had all of her things, and glanced once more at the abandoned bike rack. Her face contorted in frustration and she made a mental note to file a police report when she got home. The buxom blonde then scampered to The Head Hunter’s impressive vehicle. Though she wasn’t a car aficionado by any means, she couldn’t help but drool over the delicious curves of his automobile. She stopped at the passenger’s side door and ran her fingers along the side of its glistening body, “your car is gorgeous, though I’m sure you know that, does she have a name?”

“For now, I’d like to go home, it’s been a long day.”

Miss Morte leaned against the side of Ethan’s sleek chariot, a smile gracing her beautiful visage as she watched him round the car to the driver’s side. Elizabeth opened the door and slid inside, “I’d really like to see you again sometime…. Outside of work. I appreciate how kind you’ve been to me; it can be hard warming up to new surroundings and you’ve made the transition much smoother for me.”

Her hand crept onto his knee, “I really like you, Ethan, and hope we can become good friends.”

[Ethan Hawke]

He laughs a litle to her first question. It has been awhile since anyone has asked the name of his ride and funny that he has actually named her.

"Her name is Eliza... Yeah I've taken very special care of her since the day I got her... She gets a check up every month whether she needs it or not."

He feels her hand on his knee and puts one of his on her's.

"I think I might like that... And you're welcome... Everyone can use someone to talk to... Or any other type of communication you can think of..."

He sticks the key into the ignition and starts the vehicle. A nod of approval as the engine purrs lovingly.

"That's my baby... So you gonna tell me how to get there?"

[Sublime]

Bella smirks thoughtfully to herself; Eliza. One of the main characters in her favorite musical was named Eliza, Eliza Doolittle. She ran her fingers along the leather of the seat, admiring the interior of Ethan’s car, “I like that, Eliza’s a good name. I once had a car named Symphony, he was a yellow Honda Prelude; my first love. Sometimes I consider getting a car again, but they’re such money guzzlers.”

Miss Morte smiled at his response, it seemed it was going to be easier for her to survive EVPW than she had originally anticipated, “Thank you, for being totally awesome. And yes, of course, sorry… To get to my place get onto the freeway, take exit 48 onto monument and turn right onto Mohr Lane. You can just drop me off in front of the complex. It’s a little annoying to navigate the place, a bit easier on foot.”

[Ethan Hawke]

Ethan follows her directions down to the letter. He takes each turn that comes up with precision and pulls up at the entrance to her complex. He looks around and shakes his head.

"Too bad that trip didn't take longer... I wouldn't have minded taking more time out of my doing nothing schedule..."

He looks over at her.

"You sure you're ready to go home?"

[Sublime]

Bella laughed lightly at his plea for her to remain with him, “yes too bad indeed. You can come in for a bit, if you’d like, but I’m in desperate need of some sleep. After all, I’m starting a new job and I want to make a good first impression.”

She hooked her fingers in the door handle, pulled and stepped out of its open mouth, “I don’t have much in the way of entertainment, but I do have a bottle of rum and mead. We can throw them together to make a sweet treat. Although, I don’t know how comfortable I am with you driving home after having a few more drinks…. “

[Ethan Hawke]

Ethan looks at her with his icy, blue eyes. He gives her a momentary smile and nods.

"If you want I'll stay... I have nowhere to be tomorrow until around two... So I have plenty of time to spend..."

He raises an eyebrow.

"Of course... That is if it is ok with you... And also since you brought up sleeping.. Where am I going to sleep?"

A devilish, yet playful smirk curves his lips. He slowly walks behind her and carefully places his hands on her shoulders. He puts just enough pressure on a knot in her left corner of her right shoulder to slowly work it out. As he continues to slowly rub her shoulders he whispers into her ear.

"You seem tense loosen up..."

[Sublime]

Bella fidgeted in place, sucking her lower lip into her mouth and gnawing on it lightly. She didn't want to assume, but she was beginning to think that Ethan espected more out of tonight than she was willing to offer, "of course I'd like you to come in and I'd like to spend more time together, because you've been so nice and.... Well I could call you a cab... I just don't know how I feel about you spending the night...After all, we just met."

As his rough palms setle on her shoulders a shiver crawls up her spine and wriggles free fom his touch, "w-what? No, I'm fine," she whispered shakily as she moved in next to him, "I-I'm sorry."

Miss Morte stopped in her tracks, sighing in defeat, and sliding her fingers through her blonde tresses, "I think maybe I am going to have to retract my invitation... For now... I think we have more getting to know eachother to do, more than a day can offer... I hope you aren't upset by that..."

[Ethan Hawke]

He looks at her and smiles, shaking his head.

"No... I'm not upset... It's fine Elizabeth..."

He gives her a slow nod and pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket. He quickly writes something down and slides it into her still shaking hand.

"Whenever and wherever you want to meet up again... Just call me... Or if you ever need to talk about anything..."

He starts to head back through the door before he leaves he turns back and looks at Bella.

"Oh yeah.. A little advice... To make a good first impression... Just be yourself..."

[Sublime]

Bella Morte contemplated the implications of his last statement for a moment, her eyes darting from the piece of paper with his number and then back at his shrinking form. She watched as Ethan ducked into back into his slick sports car, "goodnight...."

The tattooed beauty then spun on her heels and made her way up the walk to her front door, chuckling and shaking her head before disappearing into the darkness.
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