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Second Date
Topic Started: Jan 9 2005, 09:07 AM (55 Views)
Tiff
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Scene opens on Kevin putting a few pins in Sam’s hair, she is yelling in protest because sometimes, up hair styles hurt. He finally gets it in place and the camera zooms out to see why Sam has such fancy hair. Because the rest of her is fancy too, she is wearing a dark violet dress, short enough so that she can’t just bend over at the waist without showing what kind of underwear she has on. It accents her chest and her butt…a good dress basically. Her shoes are silver and the kind that have the extra long stringy things that wrap up to the knees, they are high heels again, only a bit higher than she has been in before she her steps are more careful.

Kevin: Okay, you look wonderful now get going or you will be late…again.

Sam: You were the one that made me late last time!

Kevin hands Sam her little purse and shoves her out the door. She sighs and starts walking toward the parking garage. A slow and uneventful walk takes her a few feet from Bills car where she can see he has dressed himself perfectly again. He is wearing a black suit with gold pinstripes and a black shirt and a gold tie. Sam smiles as she walks up wondering if his underwear are gold and black too.

Sam: Sorry I’m late again, Kevin likes to dress me when I go out.

BK: Someone needs to buy that boy a Barbie doll.

Sam: Yeah, or I need to make him start earlier.

Bill chuckles politely.

BK: He does a good job. Bill Kuriyama doesn’t think he’s seen you in casual clothes since the last time you were in the ring.

Sam nods her head.

Sam: He took them away. Said that they were for wrestling only, he brought like two suitcases full of other “better” clothes for me.

BK: That’s…more than a little creepy.

Sam: He buys for me what he would wear if he were female.

BK: That just increases the creepiness, right there.

Sam reaches for Bills right hand then pulls up his sleeve a bit but doesn’t find what she is looking for. She then goes for the left and finds his watch, looks at it for a second.

BK: That was fun. Impromptu game of patty-cake. Bill Kuriyama likes games.

Sam: Sorry. I got us a reservation and I don’t want to be late.

BK: Better burn rubber. Shall we?

Bill stands there for a second, then seems to remember that he is leaning on her door and should open it for her. So he does. The drive there is short and consists of them both yelling at stupid drivers, then bitching about the lack of parking. They finally make it to the restaurant and get seated right away, the waiter takes their orders and brings them some dinner rolls.

Sam: So have you heard that after the match this week we both will be title holders? Congratulations on your win by the way, I don’t remember if I mentioned that when I talked to you about this date.

Bill seems a bit confused.

BK: Thanks… ? Er… yeah, I have heard that.

Sam: I don’t know what Torrie and Elrick are doing in my match though, should just be Barry and me, one on one.

BK: Torrie? That chick from the WWE? I can understand them firing her worthless ass but FIW rehiring her?

Sam laughs and finishes chewing her bite of roll before she answers.

Sam: No, FIW has a wrestler named Torrie as well. She’s about as worthless though. They put me with her in that last tag match…she may actually be worse than WWE Torrie.

BK: So their giving a talentless WWE Diva wannabe and FIW’s resident jobber a title shot alongside someone who managed to best Bill Kuriyama, Fighting Spirit Champion in a match?

Sam shrugs.

Sam: I guess it makes me look better when I beat them all. Beating Barry gets me the title but all of them just makes me look really good.

BK: If trouncing no-talent jacknobs is what makes someone look good then that would explain why Bill Kuriyama and yourself are everyone’s eye candy.

Sam: I didn’t realize that I was eye candy.

BK: Yeah, you’re like a big, minty green gumdrop.

Sam: Big minty green gumdrop? That’s…interesting.

BK: It’s a compliment.

Sam smiles and looks up to see that their food has finally arrived. She moves her drink back so that the waiter can set down the plates and ask if they would like anything else. Bill asks for a refill of his drink and it is brought to him promptly then the waiter disappears again.

Sam: You do look yummy, though I’m not sure what you it is you taste like.

Bill thinks for a second.

BK: Sushi and chitlins.

Sam laughs and shakes her head.

Sam: Somehow I would think you sweeter than that. Perhaps I’ll get a chance to find out?

Bill shrugs.

BK: I don’t eat myself so for all I know I taste like cannoli.

Bill chuckles and goes about eating some more of his food. Sam just watches him for a second then digs in.

BK: So…food is good?

Sam smiles and puts her fork down for a drink.

Sam: Yes, mine is perfect. How’s yours?

BK: Eh...er…good.

Sam: I’m glad. I debated between here or Chinese.

BK: Chinese is good, fancy is good. At any rate Bill Kuriyama is having a good time. Everything is good, in general. Except for the part where I have the sinking feeling I sound like more of an asshole out there than I do in my head.

Sam: I don’t think you sound like an asshole at all.

Sam snickers, then slumps in her chair and stretches her arms out over her head, her legs also stretch out under the table, she bumps something under the table and assumes that it is part of the table and rubs one of her feet against it. She then sits back up and smiles at Bill who has a shocked look on his face.

Sam: What? Are you okay? You’re not choking are you?

BK: Erm. No.

Sam: Then why did you look so shocked?

BK: Umm, cold chill. Thin pants. Fancy pants are usually thin.

Sam: Oh, okay.

The waiter shows back up with some new drinks and takes their plates. He also asks if they would like some dessert. Bill and Sam look at each other for a few seconds and the waiter says that he will be right back.

BK: No, no hold on a second. You guys have those tiny little portions like most fancy restaurants or am I going to get DESSERT?

Waiter: Or portions are rather larger sir. Most of the time people share them.

BK: Grood. Good and great.

Waiter: So does that mean you would like some dessert? I recommend the peanut butter and chocolate pie.

BK: Bill Kuriyama likes pie. Bill Kuriyama likes peanut butter. I think we are in business.

Sam nods in agreement that the pie sounds grood. The waiter brings the pie and two spoons. He sets it down in the center of the table and also lays down the bill which Sam snatches before Bill, can look at it. She takes a small card out of her purse and puts it inside the little book thing and places it back on the table. The both dig into the yummy pie and as the waiter had promised there was enough for two.

Sam: So, did you enjoy yourself tonight?

BK: Yeah, I just… I dunno. I’m not so good at conversation when I’m not in charge. If it’s not “Bill Kuriyama this, Bill Kuriyama that” I tend to get… short-tongued. But it’s been fun.

Sam: I have noticed that you’re a bit quiet when it comes to conversation. Not had many people to practice on?

BK: Not had many people I care to practice on.

Sam thinks about this for a second and smiles at him.

Sam: I’m glad that you care.

Bill smiles.

Sam: Does that mean we will be having another date soon?

BK: Yeah, sure I just gotta brush up on my people skills, I guess.

Sam reaches over and looks at Bill’s watch again, but is a bit slower about taking her hand back this time.

Sam: We should probably get going; I have a few things I need to get done before it gets dark tomorrow.

BK: You got a bunch of dancing naked slathered with monkey blood to do?

Sam laughs.

Sam: Monkey blood? No. Actually I have to go get some herbs and some more candles, the naked dancing comes later, after dark.

BK: Sounds fun, makes me wish I was a Witch or Wizard, or…I don’t know.

Sam stands up and smoothes down her dress. She places a five on the table.

Sam: Witch, you would be a Witch too.

BK: Do I get to wear a pointy hat?

Bill also stands and they start to walk toward the door.

Sam: If you really want to you can.

BK: Heh. I’m just playing. Religion and I are like estranged family members.

Sam makes a bit of a squeaky sound and grabs Bill’s arm to catch herself before she falls on a wrinkled rug. Bill straightens Sam back up and pats her on her head. He then starts to dust her off a bit excessively.

BK: Got a lot of dust there.

Sam: How? I didn’t actually fall.

BK: It’s…uh…space dust. From space.

Sam grabs both of Bills hands and looks into his eyes.

Sam: I don’t mind being a bit dusty, it’s fine.

She lets go of one of his hands but hangs on to the other incase she trips again. Bill smiles softly and doesn’t protest the hand holding. They make it to the car without incident, he opens her door then gets in himself and they drive back to the Gund Arena. Sam doesn’t wait on Bill to open her door for her because she knows how to open doors but after she gets out and slides on her shoes barely managing to catch herself with the door she wishes she would have waited. Before she goes any further she takes off those shoes and carries them.

BK: I don’t know how you can walk around like that, at home, sure, but in a parking garage?

Sam starts to say something about how it doesn’t bother her when she steps in some grease left over from a leaky car and makes a face.

Sam: Yeah, maybe this wasn’t the best idea ever.

BK: You sure you don’t want some help?

Sam makes a confused face.

Sam: Help? How?

Bill holds up a hand to stop her. Sam stops. Bill scoops Sam off her feet threshold style. She laughs and puts one of her arms around his neck.

Sam: Thanks!

Bill smiles and carries her to her dressing room door and puts her down in front of it.

BK: Kind of a weird night.

Sam: How do you mean?

BK: I don’t know. Just not usual but not unusual…if you take my meaning.

Sam smiles up at him and nods.

Sam: Yeah, I think I do.

Bill nods too.

BK: So…

Sam: You got my cell number right?

BK: We tour together.

Sam: Oh yeah, right.

Sam takes a deeper-than-normal breath and lets it out.

Sam: So, can I find out how you taste now?

BK: Man, I hope that was a line and not some sort of cannibalistic come-on.

Sam moves so she is right up against Bill.

Sam: It was a line.

BK: Ah well, that’s good. By all means, then.

They do the ‘how are we going to do this’ dance which mostly consists of arm, head, neck and torso movements. Bill raises a finger, halting the pretense.

BK: You’d think after seeing each other at least nearly naked this wouldn’t be so hard.

He gets down on a knee, clearing the height difference so now SHE has to bend down about an inch to him. Makes things a lot easier than over a foot, wouldn’t you agree? Sam smiles and the two lean into one another for a very soft, almost subtle pressing of the lips. They share that post-first-kiss fluttery moment before it is pleasantly shattered by an opening door and a—

Kevin: Holy shit! Already!? Where’s the ring! Lemme see!

Bill quirks a brow at the strange fruity man and Sam’s face turns a delectable shade of rose.

Sam: No! We were just kissing, he got down like this so it would be easier.

Kevin: Ohhh…sorry about that.

Kevin goes back into the room leaving Bill and Sam alone again.

Sam: Kevin is…well a bit off sometimes.

BK: I’ve noticed.

Sam smiles and puts her hand on the back of Bill’s head.

Sam: So, where were we?

Sam leans in and gets a better taste this time. Scene fades on the two of them kissing in the hall outside Sam’s room.
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