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Post by helliewellie on Jan 29, 2012 5:53:14 GMT -5
Any more?? pretty please!
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 30, 2012 3:05:13 GMT -5
Any more?? pretty please! Working on it, Sweetie.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Feb 27, 2012 3:20:39 GMT -5
Cafe Ruise The Same Time
Ray removed his glasses and pulled out one of the chairs.
Ray: Please, have a seat.
Brooke smiled and sat down. He followed suit.
The waiter walked up to them.
Waiter: Mrs. Forrester?
Brooke put her napkin in her lap.
Waiter: Do you want your usual?
She coughed delicately.
Brooke: Actually, I need a soda water and two menus.
Waiter: Very well. Sir?
Ray: Scotch, neat.
Across the restaurant
Ridge looked over and almost choked when he saw his Logan sitting with a man. He narrowed his eyes when he noticed how much younger, and, well, hotter her companion was compared to him.
Boy, she doesn't miss a beat, does she?
He scowled. Ridge was not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he was not stupid, at least not stupid enough to miss a viable threat to his machismo.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Feb 27, 2012 3:27:01 GMT -5
An Unfurnished Room Above Insomnia The Same Time
Amber lay on a twin bed as she watched Deacon sleep on the other bed. She watched TV with the sound off, as she usually did when she had trouble sleeping.
Thank God CJ let me stay here, she thought.
After she talked to Brooke, she had called Conner. He remembered her and seemed glad to hear from her. He agreed to meet with her the next day without charging her. She wondered if he was secretly enjoying sticking it to Ridge, as she remembered that they didn't get along.
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Post by GIOVANNA on May 15, 2012 15:37:48 GMT -5
Cafe Ruise, The Same Time
Ray glanced over the menu, then eyed Brooke. She was studying her menu intently. He cleared his throat and she looked up at him.
Ray: So, what would you recommend?
Brooke: Excuse me?
Ray: You're a regular, and I've never been here before.
She laughed lightly.
Brooke: Really?
Ray: Scout's honor. French food isn't my style.
Brooke: Indeed. How long have you lived in LA?
Ray: Forty-five of my forty-eight years.
Brooke frowned.
Ray: I spent two years in Taiwan and a few months in Bangkok and Saigon.
He pulled himself up.
Ray: Now if you want to know where in LA to get the best crab noodles or Pho bang, I'm your guy.
Brooke: I usually get salad.
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