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LJ Idol Presents Week 5
Nov. 9th, 2018 05:23 pmRunning late. Be there soon. Sorry. :(
He finished his Jack and Coke and decided to signal the waiter to just bring the check. Hopefully she would understand and would give him another chance. And then she walked in. Straight from school, he could tell. Her moss-green skirt sparkled with glitter and she had her auburn hair piled on her head, secured by a paint brush. Various colors of construction paper and a bit of sequined fabric peeked out of the top of the tote she had slung over one shoulder. She glanced frantically around the restaurant and, upon seeing him, gave a quick wave and hurried over.
"I'm so sorry I'm late," she said, taking the seat across from him. "One of my seventh graders knocked over the glitter bin. Why do I even have a glitter bin? Glitter is the worst. I'll be sweeping it out of my classroom for the next ten years!"
Jared glanced at his phone. 5:53. He smiled at her, hoping he was keeping the worry out of it. "No big deal."
"Don't you have somewhere to be?"
"Not until 8:30. We've got time." Barely.
Their first date had been a movie. Looking back, not the best idea for a first date, but they'd met for a drink beforehand. Chatted briefly about that easy stuff. What do you do? How many siblings? Cats or dogs? You know, the basics. He'd had to take off right after the movie and had been a little concerned that she'd think him rude or uninterested for leaving right away, but she'd actually seemed relieved. Which had made him worry that she was uninterested. But when he called the next afternoon to ask her to dinner, she seemed genuinely pleased. So there was that.
Dinner was definitely far superior to a movie as far as early dates go. Over drinks and appetizers, they chatted about their ex's. Dinner was a shotgun blast of topics including religion, politics, and finances. In short, all the things you should avoid talking about on a first date. Conversation was so good that Jared completely lost track of time. Luckily, Daisy looked at her watch and not the dessert tray, so they only got out of the restaurant about five minutes later than he'd wanted to. Daisy had seemed in just as much of a hurry to get out, checking her watch almost as often as he checked his phone.
The hug they shared at her car lasted longer than he really had time for. He breathed in the scent of her. Bitter linseed oil, earthy clay. The way she lingered made him wish he had time for a first kiss. He left her with a promise that he'd call tomorrow and it was all he could do to keep from sprinting to his car.
8:20. Ten minutes. He could make it.
Jared had had the foresight to go to dinner prepared. As he was driving, he removed his tie and stripped off his blue button down, throwing them both haphazardly into the back seat. He toed off his shoes, tossing them over his shoulder as well. Shortly after, his pants joined the pile. He'd left his boots, black vinyl, in the passenger seat and slid them on at a red light. He knew he probably looked a sight, the blue sleeveless leotard stretched tight across his chest, the black shorts stopping well above his knees, and was glad for his tinted windows. The mask finished it off. It pulled down over his head and eyes, leaving just his nose and mouth exposed.
He screeched to a stop in front of The Colosseum. A fancy name for the run down joint that housed the Funky Monkey Wrestling Legion. While Jared had gotten into the car - a junior associate at Fendle and Wright Law offices, quiet and well respected - it was Lawless that got out.
He barely had time to glance at the marquee before dashing inside.
LAWLESS AND RUBY VS FIERCE AUSTIN AND VIPER
"Cutting it close, sweet cheeks," his partner greeted as he rushed into the locker room. Lawless didn't know Ruby's "real world" identity any more than she knew his. Who they were and what they did out there didn't matter. Not to either of them. Lawless knew some partners who hung out outside the ring. Family dinners, beers after work, whatever. But not him. He was Lawless in here, Jared out there.
"I know," he said, lacing up his boots. "I'm here, though."
"You nervous?"
He started to shrug his shoulders, but then shook it off, shaking off the last of Jared as well. "You joking, Rube? Lawless ain't scared of nothing. Lawless don't GET nervous."
"Now you're here." She winked at him, pulling her blonde curls into a pony tail at the top of her head.
"Let's do the damn thing."
5:45. Already. They were supposed to meet for dinner at 5:30. Even that was pushing it. Jared wondered if he should cancel. Not cancel. Reschedule. It was only their second date. Would it leave a bad taste? He didn't really know her, but he'd like to. But, he couldn't be late tonight. Could. Not. Be. Late. Ruby would kill him.
He finished his Jack and Coke and decided to signal the waiter to just bring the check. Hopefully she would understand and would give him another chance. And then she walked in. Straight from school, he could tell. Her moss-green skirt sparkled with glitter and she had her auburn hair piled on her head, secured by a paint brush. Various colors of construction paper and a bit of sequined fabric peeked out of the top of the tote she had slung over one shoulder. She glanced frantically around the restaurant and, upon seeing him, gave a quick wave and hurried over.
"I'm so sorry I'm late," she said, taking the seat across from him. "One of my seventh graders knocked over the glitter bin. Why do I even have a glitter bin? Glitter is the worst. I'll be sweeping it out of my classroom for the next ten years!"
Jared glanced at his phone. 5:53. He smiled at her, hoping he was keeping the worry out of it. "No big deal."
"Don't you have somewhere to be?"
"Not until 8:30. We've got time." Barely.
Their first date had been a movie. Looking back, not the best idea for a first date, but they'd met for a drink beforehand. Chatted briefly about that easy stuff. What do you do? How many siblings? Cats or dogs? You know, the basics. He'd had to take off right after the movie and had been a little concerned that she'd think him rude or uninterested for leaving right away, but she'd actually seemed relieved. Which had made him worry that she was uninterested. But when he called the next afternoon to ask her to dinner, she seemed genuinely pleased. So there was that.
Dinner was definitely far superior to a movie as far as early dates go. Over drinks and appetizers, they chatted about their ex's. Dinner was a shotgun blast of topics including religion, politics, and finances. In short, all the things you should avoid talking about on a first date. Conversation was so good that Jared completely lost track of time. Luckily, Daisy looked at her watch and not the dessert tray, so they only got out of the restaurant about five minutes later than he'd wanted to. Daisy had seemed in just as much of a hurry to get out, checking her watch almost as often as he checked his phone.
The hug they shared at her car lasted longer than he really had time for. He breathed in the scent of her. Bitter linseed oil, earthy clay. The way she lingered made him wish he had time for a first kiss. He left her with a promise that he'd call tomorrow and it was all he could do to keep from sprinting to his car.
8:20. Ten minutes. He could make it.
Jared had had the foresight to go to dinner prepared. As he was driving, he removed his tie and stripped off his blue button down, throwing them both haphazardly into the back seat. He toed off his shoes, tossing them over his shoulder as well. Shortly after, his pants joined the pile. He'd left his boots, black vinyl, in the passenger seat and slid them on at a red light. He knew he probably looked a sight, the blue sleeveless leotard stretched tight across his chest, the black shorts stopping well above his knees, and was glad for his tinted windows. The mask finished it off. It pulled down over his head and eyes, leaving just his nose and mouth exposed.
He screeched to a stop in front of The Colosseum. A fancy name for the run down joint that housed the Funky Monkey Wrestling Legion. While Jared had gotten into the car - a junior associate at Fendle and Wright Law offices, quiet and well respected - it was Lawless that got out.
He barely had time to glance at the marquee before dashing inside.
LAWLESS AND RUBY VS FIERCE AUSTIN AND VIPER
"Cutting it close, sweet cheeks," his partner greeted as he rushed into the locker room. Lawless didn't know Ruby's "real world" identity any more than she knew his. Who they were and what they did out there didn't matter. Not to either of them. Lawless knew some partners who hung out outside the ring. Family dinners, beers after work, whatever. But not him. He was Lawless in here, Jared out there.
"I know," he said, lacing up his boots. "I'm here, though."
"You nervous?"
He started to shrug his shoulders, but then shook it off, shaking off the last of Jared as well. "You joking, Rube? Lawless ain't scared of nothing. Lawless don't GET nervous."
"Now you're here." She winked at him, pulling her blonde curls into a pony tail at the top of her head.
"Let's do the damn thing."
