Faster

[Beau LaRoux]

True, Sammy did have her share of food. Wasn't going to stop Beau from offering though; he'd also offer to eat anything she didn't, though he somehow doubted that was a possibility. He did very briefly wonder if her ability increased her appetite. He'd heard about that before, even accidentally picked up one or two. It definitely wasn't something that he was going to be asking about, not when there were so many other more appealing topics laying open.

Speaking of appealing: it took all Beau had not to stare at the moan. Noises like that just did things to guys, especially teenage guys, especially teenage guys like Beau who happened to like girls perhaps a little more than they rightly should. For a few seconds there, he forgot about the whole chewing thing, let alone that he had a little chocolate dribbling down his chin. He remembered as soon as Sammy reached out, shifting his chin to let her get to it a little easier.

"I ain't even started on the barbecue yet," he drawled, keeping his voice level. "'sides, everyone keeps tellin' me how charmin' I am," he added a wink that pretty well said "and I know it" without his having to actually say the word. He went to work readying his own burger, though he paused to answer the question before actually taking a bite.

"Been around for about three years now, give or take. Sometimes it feels like I've been here forever, an' sometimes it feels like I've only been 'round for a few weeks," Beau shrugged. Again: not something he wanted to think too much about. "You probably ain't seen me 'cuz I'm usually playin' somewhere," he paused for a moment, then added, "an' you'd have to beat back my fans too; they can get pretty vicious sometimes," and he took a big bite of his barbecue burger. As predicted, barbecue sauce leaked around. This time, however, Beau was quick with a napkin, attacking it with the skill of someone who loved their barbecue but had a mother who liked her children's faces to be clean.

[Sammy Wilder]

There was no way Sammy was ever going to let Beau touch her food because for one, ew germs. And two, she could eat twice the amount of food that was already in front of her without even blinking and still feel slightly hungry. She still hadn't realised that her abilities literally burned calories so her intake had to be doubled. Her metabolism was ridiculous.

She had always thought she just had a really huge appetite.

The moan had not been intentional and Sammy would argue that she hadn't expected any kind of reaction from anybody. Though in this context, she didn't even know he had a reaction as she busied herself with cleaning Beau's face up.

"But you are though." Sammy agreed with a little smile. "Just not at present." Chuckling, she continued eating her food. Listening intently, she frowned slightly when he mentioned his fans before chuckling. "People can't resist the guitar huh." She asked, not even linking the sentence to his profession. It just didn't seem to register.

When the fries were done with, she took a big gulp out of her milkshake and licked her lips of the drink, hoping nothing was left.

She chuckled at Beau's quick reflexes and started on her burger. "There is nothing better than chewing on a good burger after a carton of fries. Nothing." She grinned.

[Beau LaRoux]

"Here I was thinkin' I was always charmin'. Some people have even guessed that's my ability," drawled Beau. he finished it up by half-tossing a French Fry into his mouth, to go join its Frostie dipped brethren. While Sammy spoke, Beau snuck in bites of the food, usually the burger, which he would have sworn was getting more delicious as time passed. "Might be the guitar though," he admitted after swallowing his next bit. In a daring move, Beau then actually used his Frostie as it was intended: taking a drink through a straw.

Just as he was sucking it down, Sammy released the line that Fate wished was delivered to a character that wasn't a super polite, flirty Southern boy. He smiled at her assertion of what was the best. "I dunno; there's somethin' to be said for a freshly fried hunk o' chicken after you been out workin' all day," he tapped his fingers, "an' I'd wager that a kiss in the rain's a little better," he paused, looking as though he was deep in thought for a few seconds, "be awful close though; I'm thinkin' the fried chicken wins."

He took a bite out of the burger, and then held up his fingers, the thumb and index finger mere breaths apart, indicating just how close it was.

[Sammy Wilder]

Sammy couldn't help the snort that came out of her. Quickly, she grabbed the napkin and laughed behind it. "I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you I just..." she sniffled as she wiped the tear that had escaped from the corner of her eye. "But wow. That snort was not meant for you. I'm just...it just came out." She tried to stop laughing but it was a little hard.

When she finally did, it was because Beau said the sweetest thing ever. Which also just happened to be her ideal first kiss scenario. "Oh yeah, the chicken definitely wins." She giggled with a faraway look, wondering what that would have been like, had she gotten her first kiss in the rain.

"You do this often, do you? Be charmin' to girls?" Sammy teased, taking a bite out of her burger.

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau just raised his brows at the snort. That was cute. It was also cute how absolutely nothing in this date was turning out how dates should normally turn out. there was none of that stiff awkward crap, none of the pretending to be interested in stuff that wasn't interesting, none of the cautious feeling one another out, none of the masquerading as someone more uptight and formal. This felt, well, honestly it felt more like a third date, after there had been that initial kiss and you guys were seriously considering moving up a base or two.

Chicken definitely won though, and Beau found himself nodding. "Jus' wait till you get some home-fried, true Southern chicken. That'll get your mouth waterin'."

He took another bite out of his burger which, admittedly, might be as delicious as homemade, Southern fried chicken, but was still quite good. The napkin came up and dashed away barbecue sauce immediately. That wasn't a date habit, that was a "mamma's gonna smack you if you don't keep your face clean" habit. He met the tease with a grin and a wink. "I got lots o' practice. 'course you know what they say about practice, right? It's all preparation for the big game," and he took a handful of fries, dumped them into his Frostie, and took another large bite.

[Sammy Wilder]

The thought of home-fried anything was making her mouth water, even as she took a bite out of her burger. Another moan, this time a lot softer than the one before, left her lips and she sighed. "I love burgers. They're just juicy squares of happiness." She grinned with her mouth full before continuing to chew. Yeah, nothing lady like at all.

His sentence made her narrow her eyes as she swallowed her food. "Mr. Beauregard LaRoux, are you trying to tell me that you think I'm a game?" Sammy pouted in mock anger. But of course, Sammy being Sammy, she couldn't keep up the charade for long. Beau was way too nice to be the type of guy who would play a girl. Sammy laughed and bit into more of her burger. She was a little more than halfway through with it and still hungry. It was a good thing she still had her chilli and baked potato.

"I'd have to set you on fire if you play me, Beau." She shook her head sadly before chuckling and shaking her head. "Kidding. Kidding!"

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau could only nod his agreement to the statement of burgers being squares of happiness. This, of course, had nothing to do with the fact that he was completely distracted by the little moans or anything silly like that. No, it had much more to do with his sudden desire to stuff his face full of food, which of course had nothing to do with Sammy whatsoever, except maybe in that she was the one who suggested that they go to Wendy's.

Then came a pout, one that Beau mostly saw through. He looked up at her, his eyes twinkling, his expression somewhere between dead serious and devil may care (so, normal, in other words). "I believe I said you were the game, Miss Wilder, but I assure you, I'm playin' for keeps," the statement ended with a devilish wink, which Beau then had to nearly destroy with another dip of the fries into the chocolate. These he managed to get into his mouth without losing any chocolate, which was at least somewhat impressive.

"I dunno, I got a feelin' that you're already gonna make me plenty hot," drawled the Southern boy. He took a sip of his drink, then raised his brows. "It's gonna be jus' fine though; I can play with fire. You jus' gotta be confident that you ain't gonna get burned, that's all."

[Sammy Wilder]

The look in Beau's eyes made her purse her lips to stop herself from laughing out of awkwardness. His reiteration made her heart beat just a little too fast for her own good before a smile sneaked on anyway.

Sammy was so glad she had pretty good self-restraint because her hormones were kicking on overdrive and she wanted to just climb over the table to kiss the blonde boy in front of her.

Another snort, this time purposeful, escaped her nose and she had to purse her lips even tighter to stop the torrent of giggles that wanted to explode from her.

"You're so bad." She breathed, finally before reaching her hand across the table and patting Beau's hand. "I'll make sure I keep my powers in check." She smiled and continued to eat, pulling her hand away slowly.

[Beau LaRoux]

Really hard to pretend that the touch didn't set off reactions. Beau's own hormones did a little surge at that, his brain informing other areas of his body of the closeness of an attractive girl. It certainly didn't help that he literally got a little surge thanks to his powers. Just that normal hint that he'd gotten the full burst of ability, not that it lasted long.

"Well, one o' us had better keep it in check," drawled Beau, purposefully keeping his pronoun wide open. He grinned and took another bite of his food. They hadn't even finished eating yet and Beau was definitely ready to try for the good night kiss. But he knew better: you did not kiss a girl on a first date, at least not before the very end of things, especially if that girl was someone like Sammy. Far better to keep things going.

Hence why he took perhaps a little too big of a bite of his burger, causing him to cough a little. Beau tried to play it cool, coughing into a fist and turning his head for a few moments. It was only a few coughs, though it still had Beau red in the face before he turned back.

{didja just wanna skip through the rest of the meal or is there more banter you wanted to play out?}

[Sammy Wilder]

Sammy chuckled at Beau's verbal response, not entirely certain what his physical one was for. She supposed she could attribute that to her touching but would that really faze the charming Southern boy? Certainly not, she thought to herself.

When he started coughing, Sammy panicked slightly, dropping her burger down on the tray and jumping up to move over to Beau's side of the table to help him thump his back. "Are you okay? What happened?" She asked, looking around to see if she could get some water for Beau. "Should I get you some water?" She asked, a little worried for Beau and wondering what had brought the coughing fit on.

[We can after this, I gives you permission to bring them to the end of the meal and on to the adorbz thing]

[Beau LaRoux]

Great, because the whole coughing thing hadn't been a bit embarrassing as it was. Beau actually flushed for a moment, before grabbing his Frostie and taking a decent sized slurp. He had done this before, well, not the choking, okay, he'd actually done the choking on a date before but that was years ago, but he'd definitely done the dating thing before. He was supposed to be the smooth one here, and he fully intended to make sure that happened ASAP.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," insisted Beau, waving a hand. He coughed one last time and smiled. "Jus' got a little excited there. Food went down the wrong tube an' all that. I'll be fine," to punctuate the remark, he took another bite of fries, a decidedly smaller bite, but a bite nonetheless. He held up his hands and raised his brows, as if to say "look, see, I really can eat when I'm not nervous about something." He even managed to swallow. "Though the care is appreciated," he drawled at the end, his eyes twinkling. "Maybe I should try a little harder an' go for mouth to mouth, eh?"

Okay, so technically you wouldn't do mouth to mouth on a choking person, but like Beau's gonna know that. First aid wasn't something that he paid a lot of attention to. The important thing was that he'd been able to turn the conversation around. He managed to keep at it for a while too, tossing out flirty comments with ease and getting closer to Sammy in the process. There was definitely something there, and Beau was glad for the random thing. True, they did dip into the book for a bit, but in all honesty, that was actually Beau's fault. What? He wanted to know if Sammy thought the uncle actually did it too (that was his guess for the surprise ending). They'd run out of food before they ran out of topics of conversation.

and if that's not a sign of a good date, then what is?

[Sammy Wilder]

When she was sure Beau was fine, she went back to her seat to start back on her food when his verbal response made her snort. "You have got to stop making me snort. That is so uncool!" She chuckled before they finally moved to another topic.

Before she knew it, her food was gone and she was just staring at Beau and enjoying their conversation. If it were up to her, she'd just stay there for the rest of the night.

Sammy moved to wash her hands at the sink and came back to the table with a smile on her face. "I may still have room for dessert but I'm not going to pig out on one unless you're eating too so what do you think?" Sammy asked. "Shall we...?"

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau finished off the last of his food and considered. He could definitely pack in a little more food, which struck him as being slightly odd. He didn't usually have that large of an appetite. Must have something to do with Sammy's power. He leaned back slightly in the chair, smiling, as usual. This smile had just a hint of the Cheshire Cat in it, a smile that knew a little more than the person it was directed at, in other words.

"Well, I suppose we could," he admitted, drawling the words out slowly, "'course, we might wanna wait till a bit later, top things off," he turned and looked outside. "We ain't done yet, an' the next portion of the date's a bit more... active."

Oh yeah, definitely a mischievous smile this time around. Beau arched his brows even. "That is, if you're ready to see what I got planned. An' I'm sorry, but this is the part of the date where there ain't much in the way of choices. I promise it'll be good."

At least, he hoped so. He had done this before. A lot.

[Sammy Wilder]

Sammy tried to contain the grin on her face when Beau gave her that look. She had to bite down on her lower lip, but in the end, the grin overtook her. "Why are you grinning like that?" She asked before frowning with curiosity at his choice of words.

"What are you thinking?" She asked slowly, coming up with some possibilities already but they probably weren't even close to what he had in mind.

Nodding enthusiastically, Sammy couldn't have been more eager for the next part of their date. "I'm so ready. Let's go." She got out of her chair and gripped his arm, tugging at it lightly and being careful not to let her excitement get ahold of her abilities.

[Beau LaRoux]

"I'm grinnin' 'cuz I'm thinkin' 'bout the next part," drawled Beau, keeping his voice purposefully lazy. The grin only widened at Sammy's excitement. Beau could've sworn he felt a physical increase in heat, though that honestly could have been his own excitement flaring up there. He shifted in his seat, only rising when Sammy started tugging. "All right, all right, lemme jus' gather up our junk," said Beau. He reached an arm out and swept up the various containers, napkins, and assorted other meal debris, drawing it all onto a tray. This would soon be promptly deposited in a nearby trash can, the tray put in the right position. Then, and only then, would Beau take Sammy by the hand and start leading her.

They got outside quick enough, with Beau looking around for a moment to get his bearings. "We got a short walk to get where we're goin'," he said, nodding. "Oh, an' quick question: you ain't hot enough to melt ice, are ya?" his eyes twinkled a bit at that before nodding and directing. Oh, he knew exactly where they were going. Thank God for time spent at Pilot Ridge. He had to admit though: he'd only used the next stop as a date location a few times. Seemed right though, more or less.