I know Dresden, but not the other. Second choice it is! ________
"Excuse me," Daniel said, getting up from his barstool, just a bit unsteady on his feet.
Dana watched him walk carefully to the bathrooms at the back. He was an interesting puzzle. Tall, well-built, but not the type who worked out for its own sake. Intelligent, too--their conversation had ranged wildly, though she had noticed that he had some of the same gaps in contemporary popular culture that she did. In her case it came from working long hours with little time for recreational TV, and she thought maybe he was the same.
He was also, she thought with an inward sigh, a true believer. She wasn't sure in what, but he had started what seemed like a well-practiced rant about intellectual blinders and "their inability to comprehend the truth about the universe."
Oh, well. At least he'd had the grace to look a little embarrassed when he'd caught what he was saying. And he had let her talk, too.
He was walking back, now, looking much steadier, and a little uncertain.
Dana drained her glass and stood up just as he reached the table.
"Walk me home?" she asked, gratified by the answering look in his eyes.
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Date: 2012-07-19 05:30 pm (UTC)From:________
"Excuse me," Daniel said, getting up from his barstool, just a bit unsteady on his feet.
Dana watched him walk carefully to the bathrooms at the back. He was an interesting puzzle. Tall, well-built, but not the type who worked out for its own sake. Intelligent, too--their conversation had ranged wildly, though she had noticed that he had some of the same gaps in contemporary popular culture that she did. In her case it came from working long hours with little time for recreational TV, and she thought maybe he was the same.
He was also, she thought with an inward sigh, a true believer. She wasn't sure in what, but he had started what seemed like a well-practiced rant about intellectual blinders and "their inability to comprehend the truth about the universe."
Oh, well. At least he'd had the grace to look a little embarrassed when he'd caught what he was saying. And he had let her talk, too.
He was walking back, now, looking much steadier, and a little uncertain.
Dana drained her glass and stood up just as he reached the table.
"Walk me home?" she asked, gratified by the answering look in his eyes.
She liked tall men.