Summer 2018: the NewlyDrakes
Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2016 4:09 am
Set just a couple days after the wedding.
<Bobby> "I dunno. What's the worst that could happen?" Bobby couldn't read most of the words on the menu, but since it was the same story at every restaurant they'd seen, he didn't think they had much choice.
<Paige> Nervous Paige twirled a bit of her golden hair as she stared at the menu. "What if it doesn't taste good?" she asked him softly, peering over at him from her French menu. Paris had been absolutely amazing so far... except for the whole eating part. Neither of them spoke French!
<Bobby> "We'll find a McDonald's?" Although even the golden arches were weird here. He watched her play with her hair with an absent smile.
<Paige> "You can't go to Paris and eat at McDonald's..." she whispered to him, face flushing.
<Bobby> "Sure we can! It's cultured. Ronald McDonald has one of those little mustaches and everything!" Bobby pretended to twirl said mustache, then laughed and held out his arm for her.
<Paige> Paige giggled at him and took his hand in her own. "My silly husband."
<Bobby> "That's me, silly wifey." He grinned and they entered the restaurant, where they were quickly spotted.
<Paige> She laced their fingers together, holding onto him tightly, nervous again. "Are you sure about this?" she whispered to him.
<Bobby> "Sure I'm sure!" The maitre d sized them up and switched from French to accented English as he showed them to their seat.
<Paige> "Okie..." Paige followed Bobby, terrified to let go of his hand.
<Bobby>Once they got to a table, he tried to let go of her hand to pull out her chair, but Frenchie beat him to it.
<Paige> Blushing, Paige smiled at the man and thanked him (in French!) as she took her seat. She had learned one thing at least.
<Bobby>Well... look at that. She spoke French! Bobby did it the old-fashioned way and took his seat. Once the man was gone, he leaned across the table. "You're getting all fancy on me!"
<Paige> She blushed more and ducked her head a little, smiling. "Just... a couple of words. Nothing too fancy!"
<Bobby>"Oui oui!" He laughed and reached over for her hand.
<Paige> Without any hesitation, Paigey took his hand and laughed with him. "See, you're just as fancy."
<Bobby>He shook his head and smiled at her. "Well, hopefully our fancy is fancy enough to fake our way through the menu."
<Paige> "Maybe we can get something... tame?" she asked, hopeful.
<Bobby>"Can we tell what might be tame?" He wrinkled his nose and gave her hand a squeeze before he let go to open the menu.
<Paige> "Well I don't think 'French fries' are going to be on the menu," she admitted, opening her own menu.
<Bobby>"Aww, but why not? They're French!" He scanned down the page. Yeah, no.
<Paige> She giggled at him, amused by his energy. "Because I doubt they call them that here. Like... we don't call football American football. Or maybe this place is too fancy for them?"
<Bobby>"Futbol! No, wait, that's the wrong language." He laughed. "I got Spanish, I got Klingon... maybe some Canadian French? Got any maple syrup?"
<Paige> "Klingon... how did I marry such a cute nerd?" she teased, wrinkling her nose at him and giggling. "How do you say 'I love you' in Klingon?"
<Bobby>"Well..." He turned red and couldn't meet her eyes. "There's really not a Klingon word for love? Soooo there's, um..." Bobby looked around, leaned closer. "qamuSHa' means...um... I unhate you?"
<Paige> Paige grinned and reached for his hand, whispering back to him, "I unhate you too."
<Bobby>"Awwww." A goofy grin broke out across his face and he squeezed her fingers, getting lost in her blue eyes.
<Paige> It wasn't until someone filled their water glasses that Paige was able to break her gaze from him. "Um... Dinner... right." Face bright red again, she placed her finger on a random item. "How about this?"
<Bobby>Clearing his throat, he followed her finger. "Yeah, what is it?" Bobby pulled out his phone and started googling.
<Paige> "Confit de canard..." she tried to pronounce, watching him and his phone.
<Bobby>Bobby typed it in, his nose wrinkling up. "Duck! It's duck!"
<Paige> A horrified look was immediately on her face. "Not duckies..."
<Bobby>"Okay... it's okay... w-we'll just try... something else!" He ran his finger down the menu and searched for a word he recognized. Salade was a salad, right? "Mesclun? Waaaaait, isn't that, like, peyote?"
<Paige> She sniffled a bit and leaned over to look. "Maybe? I really don't know. Why didn't we bring a guide book!?"
<Bobby>"We did!" He waved the phone. "They need to translate their menus." He looked around at the waiters.
<Paige> "Okay so find us something safe?" she begged him, taking a sip of her water. Water was safe.
<Bobby>He'd heard of ratatouille, but only from the movie, and he was terrified of googling it, so that was a big fat no. "Pigeons..."
<Paige> "...Pigeons?" she gave him another horrified look. "Bobby..."
<Bobby>"Coq au vin is chicken with wine sauce...?"
<Paige> "That... that might be okay," she relented, peering over at his phone.
<Bobby>Technically it said cock, but he so wasn't telling her that. "Yeah?" He smiled at her and tried to decipher the rest of the ingredients listed.
<Paige> "Or... we could go find that McDonald's...."
<Bobby>There were truffles in it, too, and that was the fungusy stuff that pigs snorted... she couldn't know about that either. "Yeah... that might... be the best idea?"
<Paige> "Can we?" she all but begged him.
<Bobby>Bobby looked up, and that was a mistake, because there were those big, big, saaaaad blue eyes. "Absolutely." He nodded.
<Paige> "Oh thank you Bobby," she told him already out of her seat and hugging him... middle of the restaurant be damned.
<Bobby>He fished a few euros out of his pocket because he felt bad... but not that bad. Tossing them on the table, he returned the hug, took her hand, and led them from French hell.
<Paige> Once safely out of the place of bird death, Paige readjusted to take his arm, leaning her head against his arm as they walked... settling into a somewhat slow pace. There was no need to rush in Paris!
<Bobby>Bobby blew out a relieved breath and enjoyed the stroll with his wife. "Can you believe they eat that stuff?"
<Paige> "Nooo I can't. They... they eat duckies." She sniffled just a little.
<Bobby>"And snails. Slimy. Bleh." He shuddered, but pulled her in when he heard the sniffle.
<Paige> That made her smile and glance up at him. "This is why you're my hero. You save me from all kinds of dangers... like snails."
<Bobby>"McDonald's at least does it right - French fries!" He gave her a squeeze and grinned down at her.
<Paige> "You know... I'm really just glad that we're here. Together," she admitted, smiling at his face. Those blue eyes... she was so done for. It was a good thing she'd married him!
<Bobby>"Me too... my wife." He grinned and caught her hand, pulling her into a little spin. They were in Paris, they could dance, right?
<Paige> All giggles, Paige followed his lead and spun gracefully.
<Bobby>He pulled her close and brushed back her hair, giving her a kiss.
<Paige> She pressed against him, running her fingers through his hair gently as she returned the kiss. Finally... finally she had gotten this right.
<Bobby>Bobby cupped her face and when they broke apart he just smiled at her. Perfect. This was perfect. She was perfect.
<Paige> "I know someplace we need to go," she whispered to him after a bit.
<Bobby>"Other than back to our room?" He wagged his eyebrows at her and gave her another kiss.
<Paige> "Shouldn't tempt me!" she grinned in the kiss, returning it. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small lock and key. "There's a bridge... and you're supposed to put the lock on the bridge."
<Bobby>"Okaaaaay?" He pecked her on the tip of the nose.
<Paige> "Nooo see it's a thing," she pointed out their initials written on it in pink and blue. "You put the lock on the bridge and throw away the key."
<Bobby>He took the lock and looked it over, grinning at her. "Okay... it's a thing?"
<Paige> "It's a thing!" she laughed, wrapping her arms around his waist. "It's like... the love can't be broken."
<Bobby>"Ohhhh!" Eureka! "That's cool!" he laughed, kissing her again. "And so totally totally true. Our love can't ever be broken, babe!"
<Paige> That made her giggle, kissing him again, longer this time. "Never," she agreed. "You're sooo stuck with my girlie, glittery self."
<Bobby>"That's okay. I like it!" He stole yet another kiss, then gave her back the lock and took her hand. "Let's to get locked up together then."
<Paige> "I hope this is the only time you ever say that, Bobber-wobberz," she teased, swinging their hands a bit.
<Bobby>"Awww, but I'll always be your prisoner of love." He kept up the swing, adding a spring to his step.
<Paige> She matched his pace easily enough and used their map to lead him to the lovers' bridge, which wasn't too far away. "Wooooow. So many locks!"
<Bobby>"Bet the city loves that," he laughed, leading them onto the bridge to find a free space. "Wow..."
<Paige> "How could you not love this? It's a legacy from thousands of lovers!" She kept his hand, staying close to him.
<Bobby>"Bet it rattles real fun when it storms." He found a spot between a purple lock and one that looked a thousand years old. "Here?"
<Paige> "Here!" she agreed, pulling out their lock and unlocking it. "I think we're supposed to kiss as we put it on the bridge."
<Bobby>"I'm liking this tradition more and more..." He gave her a slow grin and leaned in, tilting his head and putting his free hand on the lock.
<Paige> "Me too," she mumbled as she closed the lock with him and kissed him at the same time.
<Bobby>"I love you," he said between kisses, grinning when he heard the lock click.
<Paige> "We should take a picture!" she decided, fumbling for her phone.
<Bobby>"Yus! Selfie time!" He helped her by applying tickles.
<Paige> That just made her dissolve into a fit of giggles, leaning against him. "Bobby!"
<Bobby>"Find it yet? Huh? Huh? No pressure!" He kept it up, cackling all the while.
<Paige> She kept laughing, leaning against him as she started to sink toward the ground, gasping for air.
<Bobby>"Oh nooooo, she's going down! Noooooo!" Bobby slid down with her. "Melting! I'm meeeelting!"
<Paige> "Noooo Bobby!" she squeaeled, still laughing. Wasn't he supposed to stop things from melting?
<Bobby>They collapsed into a pile of giggles and he started trying to fix her hair.
<Paige> "Am I still pretty?" she asked him, worried.
<Bobby>"Awww, you're always pretty, babe!" He smoothed the blonde curls back.
<Paige> "Awww, Bobby..." that made her brighten as she leaned in for another kiss.
<Bobby>The kiss was nicely distracting, and he made them comfy on the bridge. "Mmm.... weren't we gonna take a selfie?"
<Paige> "Mmhmmm...." Paige, however, was distracted by her very hot husband and his kisses.
<Bobby>"Mmm..." He started looking for the phone, enjoying every moment of it.
<Paige> Willingly, she handed over the purse so he could find it for them. Her hands had a much better use of holding onto him and stroking his cheek.
<Bobby>He pulled the phone out and tucked her into his side, grinning into the camera. "Say fromage!"
<Paige> Paige nestled into him, dropping her hand from his face to wrap it around his waist. "Fromage!" She gave him a brilliant Miss America smile.
<Bobby>Bobby took a few pics, just to be sure, then thumbed through them, cuddling Paigey close.
<Paige> "I like that one," she stopped him, key still in her hand. "I want to frame it!"
<Bobby>"Frames are still a thing? Digital frame?" He laughed at her face and gave her a fast kiss. "Frame it is! Pink one!"
<Paige> "Yes! I want it on our wall! So everyone can see it and go oh my gosh how cute are you two! And we can go awww we know," she giggled and stole yet another kiss.
<Bobby>"Sounds good," he laughed, then stole one back. Tapping the key with his finger, he quirked a brow. "We doing this?"
<Paige> "Oh! Right!" Paige gave the key a kiss and handed it to him. "You do it."
<Bobby>"Ooookay," he said, dragging out the word as he took the key. He got to his feet and offered her his hand.
<Paige> She took the hand and hopped to her feet. "Now our love can't be broken. The lock has spoken!"
<Bobby>"A poet and multi-lingual!" He gave her a last kiss, then did his best baseball windup and tossed the key.
<Paige> "Yay!" she cheered, peering over the edge of the railing to watch the key fall into the river below. "Well, I do have a great muse after all."
<Bobby>"Yeah, Rip is pretty darn inspiring, isn't she?" he teased, giving her a quick kiss, then he spotted something else that caught his attention... something golden and archlike. "Babe... loooook..."
<Paige> "Hm?" she turned and once again lit up. "Dinner! Come on!" Paige grabbed his hand and pulled him in that direction. She was sooo not waiting any longer!
<Bobby> "I dunno. What's the worst that could happen?" Bobby couldn't read most of the words on the menu, but since it was the same story at every restaurant they'd seen, he didn't think they had much choice.
<Paige> Nervous Paige twirled a bit of her golden hair as she stared at the menu. "What if it doesn't taste good?" she asked him softly, peering over at him from her French menu. Paris had been absolutely amazing so far... except for the whole eating part. Neither of them spoke French!
<Bobby> "We'll find a McDonald's?" Although even the golden arches were weird here. He watched her play with her hair with an absent smile.
<Paige> "You can't go to Paris and eat at McDonald's..." she whispered to him, face flushing.
<Bobby> "Sure we can! It's cultured. Ronald McDonald has one of those little mustaches and everything!" Bobby pretended to twirl said mustache, then laughed and held out his arm for her.
<Paige> Paige giggled at him and took his hand in her own. "My silly husband."
<Bobby> "That's me, silly wifey." He grinned and they entered the restaurant, where they were quickly spotted.
<Paige> She laced their fingers together, holding onto him tightly, nervous again. "Are you sure about this?" she whispered to him.
<Bobby> "Sure I'm sure!" The maitre d sized them up and switched from French to accented English as he showed them to their seat.
<Paige> "Okie..." Paige followed Bobby, terrified to let go of his hand.
<Bobby>Once they got to a table, he tried to let go of her hand to pull out her chair, but Frenchie beat him to it.
<Paige> Blushing, Paige smiled at the man and thanked him (in French!) as she took her seat. She had learned one thing at least.
<Bobby>Well... look at that. She spoke French! Bobby did it the old-fashioned way and took his seat. Once the man was gone, he leaned across the table. "You're getting all fancy on me!"
<Paige> She blushed more and ducked her head a little, smiling. "Just... a couple of words. Nothing too fancy!"
<Bobby>"Oui oui!" He laughed and reached over for her hand.
<Paige> Without any hesitation, Paigey took his hand and laughed with him. "See, you're just as fancy."
<Bobby>He shook his head and smiled at her. "Well, hopefully our fancy is fancy enough to fake our way through the menu."
<Paige> "Maybe we can get something... tame?" she asked, hopeful.
<Bobby>"Can we tell what might be tame?" He wrinkled his nose and gave her hand a squeeze before he let go to open the menu.
<Paige> "Well I don't think 'French fries' are going to be on the menu," she admitted, opening her own menu.
<Bobby>"Aww, but why not? They're French!" He scanned down the page. Yeah, no.
<Paige> She giggled at him, amused by his energy. "Because I doubt they call them that here. Like... we don't call football American football. Or maybe this place is too fancy for them?"
<Bobby>"Futbol! No, wait, that's the wrong language." He laughed. "I got Spanish, I got Klingon... maybe some Canadian French? Got any maple syrup?"
<Paige> "Klingon... how did I marry such a cute nerd?" she teased, wrinkling her nose at him and giggling. "How do you say 'I love you' in Klingon?"
<Bobby>"Well..." He turned red and couldn't meet her eyes. "There's really not a Klingon word for love? Soooo there's, um..." Bobby looked around, leaned closer. "qamuSHa' means...um... I unhate you?"
<Paige> Paige grinned and reached for his hand, whispering back to him, "I unhate you too."
<Bobby>"Awwww." A goofy grin broke out across his face and he squeezed her fingers, getting lost in her blue eyes.
<Paige> It wasn't until someone filled their water glasses that Paige was able to break her gaze from him. "Um... Dinner... right." Face bright red again, she placed her finger on a random item. "How about this?"
<Bobby>Clearing his throat, he followed her finger. "Yeah, what is it?" Bobby pulled out his phone and started googling.
<Paige> "Confit de canard..." she tried to pronounce, watching him and his phone.
<Bobby>Bobby typed it in, his nose wrinkling up. "Duck! It's duck!"
<Paige> A horrified look was immediately on her face. "Not duckies..."
<Bobby>"Okay... it's okay... w-we'll just try... something else!" He ran his finger down the menu and searched for a word he recognized. Salade was a salad, right? "Mesclun? Waaaaait, isn't that, like, peyote?"
<Paige> She sniffled a bit and leaned over to look. "Maybe? I really don't know. Why didn't we bring a guide book!?"
<Bobby>"We did!" He waved the phone. "They need to translate their menus." He looked around at the waiters.
<Paige> "Okay so find us something safe?" she begged him, taking a sip of her water. Water was safe.
<Bobby>He'd heard of ratatouille, but only from the movie, and he was terrified of googling it, so that was a big fat no. "Pigeons..."
<Paige> "...Pigeons?" she gave him another horrified look. "Bobby..."
<Bobby>"Coq au vin is chicken with wine sauce...?"
<Paige> "That... that might be okay," she relented, peering over at his phone.
<Bobby>Technically it said cock, but he so wasn't telling her that. "Yeah?" He smiled at her and tried to decipher the rest of the ingredients listed.
<Paige> "Or... we could go find that McDonald's...."
<Bobby>There were truffles in it, too, and that was the fungusy stuff that pigs snorted... she couldn't know about that either. "Yeah... that might... be the best idea?"
<Paige> "Can we?" she all but begged him.
<Bobby>Bobby looked up, and that was a mistake, because there were those big, big, saaaaad blue eyes. "Absolutely." He nodded.
<Paige> "Oh thank you Bobby," she told him already out of her seat and hugging him... middle of the restaurant be damned.
<Bobby>He fished a few euros out of his pocket because he felt bad... but not that bad. Tossing them on the table, he returned the hug, took her hand, and led them from French hell.
<Paige> Once safely out of the place of bird death, Paige readjusted to take his arm, leaning her head against his arm as they walked... settling into a somewhat slow pace. There was no need to rush in Paris!
<Bobby>Bobby blew out a relieved breath and enjoyed the stroll with his wife. "Can you believe they eat that stuff?"
<Paige> "Nooo I can't. They... they eat duckies." She sniffled just a little.
<Bobby>"And snails. Slimy. Bleh." He shuddered, but pulled her in when he heard the sniffle.
<Paige> That made her smile and glance up at him. "This is why you're my hero. You save me from all kinds of dangers... like snails."
<Bobby>"McDonald's at least does it right - French fries!" He gave her a squeeze and grinned down at her.
<Paige> "You know... I'm really just glad that we're here. Together," she admitted, smiling at his face. Those blue eyes... she was so done for. It was a good thing she'd married him!
<Bobby>"Me too... my wife." He grinned and caught her hand, pulling her into a little spin. They were in Paris, they could dance, right?
<Paige> All giggles, Paige followed his lead and spun gracefully.
<Bobby>He pulled her close and brushed back her hair, giving her a kiss.
<Paige> She pressed against him, running her fingers through his hair gently as she returned the kiss. Finally... finally she had gotten this right.
<Bobby>Bobby cupped her face and when they broke apart he just smiled at her. Perfect. This was perfect. She was perfect.
<Paige> "I know someplace we need to go," she whispered to him after a bit.
<Bobby>"Other than back to our room?" He wagged his eyebrows at her and gave her another kiss.
<Paige> "Shouldn't tempt me!" she grinned in the kiss, returning it. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small lock and key. "There's a bridge... and you're supposed to put the lock on the bridge."
<Bobby>"Okaaaaay?" He pecked her on the tip of the nose.
<Paige> "Nooo see it's a thing," she pointed out their initials written on it in pink and blue. "You put the lock on the bridge and throw away the key."
<Bobby>He took the lock and looked it over, grinning at her. "Okay... it's a thing?"
<Paige> "It's a thing!" she laughed, wrapping her arms around his waist. "It's like... the love can't be broken."
<Bobby>"Ohhhh!" Eureka! "That's cool!" he laughed, kissing her again. "And so totally totally true. Our love can't ever be broken, babe!"
<Paige> That made her giggle, kissing him again, longer this time. "Never," she agreed. "You're sooo stuck with my girlie, glittery self."
<Bobby>"That's okay. I like it!" He stole yet another kiss, then gave her back the lock and took her hand. "Let's to get locked up together then."
<Paige> "I hope this is the only time you ever say that, Bobber-wobberz," she teased, swinging their hands a bit.
<Bobby>"Awww, but I'll always be your prisoner of love." He kept up the swing, adding a spring to his step.
<Paige> She matched his pace easily enough and used their map to lead him to the lovers' bridge, which wasn't too far away. "Wooooow. So many locks!"
<Bobby>"Bet the city loves that," he laughed, leading them onto the bridge to find a free space. "Wow..."
<Paige> "How could you not love this? It's a legacy from thousands of lovers!" She kept his hand, staying close to him.
<Bobby>"Bet it rattles real fun when it storms." He found a spot between a purple lock and one that looked a thousand years old. "Here?"
<Paige> "Here!" she agreed, pulling out their lock and unlocking it. "I think we're supposed to kiss as we put it on the bridge."
<Bobby>"I'm liking this tradition more and more..." He gave her a slow grin and leaned in, tilting his head and putting his free hand on the lock.
<Paige> "Me too," she mumbled as she closed the lock with him and kissed him at the same time.
<Bobby>"I love you," he said between kisses, grinning when he heard the lock click.
<Paige> "We should take a picture!" she decided, fumbling for her phone.
<Bobby>"Yus! Selfie time!" He helped her by applying tickles.
<Paige> That just made her dissolve into a fit of giggles, leaning against him. "Bobby!"
<Bobby>"Find it yet? Huh? Huh? No pressure!" He kept it up, cackling all the while.
<Paige> She kept laughing, leaning against him as she started to sink toward the ground, gasping for air.
<Bobby>"Oh nooooo, she's going down! Noooooo!" Bobby slid down with her. "Melting! I'm meeeelting!"
<Paige> "Noooo Bobby!" she squeaeled, still laughing. Wasn't he supposed to stop things from melting?
<Bobby>They collapsed into a pile of giggles and he started trying to fix her hair.
<Paige> "Am I still pretty?" she asked him, worried.
<Bobby>"Awww, you're always pretty, babe!" He smoothed the blonde curls back.
<Paige> "Awww, Bobby..." that made her brighten as she leaned in for another kiss.
<Bobby>The kiss was nicely distracting, and he made them comfy on the bridge. "Mmm.... weren't we gonna take a selfie?"
<Paige> "Mmhmmm...." Paige, however, was distracted by her very hot husband and his kisses.
<Bobby>"Mmm..." He started looking for the phone, enjoying every moment of it.
<Paige> Willingly, she handed over the purse so he could find it for them. Her hands had a much better use of holding onto him and stroking his cheek.
<Bobby>He pulled the phone out and tucked her into his side, grinning into the camera. "Say fromage!"
<Paige> Paige nestled into him, dropping her hand from his face to wrap it around his waist. "Fromage!" She gave him a brilliant Miss America smile.
<Bobby>Bobby took a few pics, just to be sure, then thumbed through them, cuddling Paigey close.
<Paige> "I like that one," she stopped him, key still in her hand. "I want to frame it!"
<Bobby>"Frames are still a thing? Digital frame?" He laughed at her face and gave her a fast kiss. "Frame it is! Pink one!"
<Paige> "Yes! I want it on our wall! So everyone can see it and go oh my gosh how cute are you two! And we can go awww we know," she giggled and stole yet another kiss.
<Bobby>"Sounds good," he laughed, then stole one back. Tapping the key with his finger, he quirked a brow. "We doing this?"
<Paige> "Oh! Right!" Paige gave the key a kiss and handed it to him. "You do it."
<Bobby>"Ooookay," he said, dragging out the word as he took the key. He got to his feet and offered her his hand.
<Paige> She took the hand and hopped to her feet. "Now our love can't be broken. The lock has spoken!"
<Bobby>"A poet and multi-lingual!" He gave her a last kiss, then did his best baseball windup and tossed the key.
<Paige> "Yay!" she cheered, peering over the edge of the railing to watch the key fall into the river below. "Well, I do have a great muse after all."
<Bobby>"Yeah, Rip is pretty darn inspiring, isn't she?" he teased, giving her a quick kiss, then he spotted something else that caught his attention... something golden and archlike. "Babe... loooook..."
<Paige> "Hm?" she turned and once again lit up. "Dinner! Come on!" Paige grabbed his hand and pulled him in that direction. She was sooo not waiting any longer!