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Post by greenbean on Dec 10, 2008 18:37:03 GMT -4
"Should I be?"
"Most people are," Lorna replied with a shrug of her own. For better or worse, it was the truth. And if she was in the wrong mood, they had every right to be. She could be a force to be reckoned with, and there were more than a handful of people out there who'd learned the hard way not to piss her off.
Suddenly Bobby seemed to deflate. It was disconcerting to watch. The quick grin was gone, and despite her better judgment, she rather wanted to see it come back. It seemed wrong for him to be so serious.
"You really just want to be left alone?"
Lorna met his eyes and her lips curled up into a crooked little half smile. Her voice was much gentler than she'd been planning. "Would I really go out in public looking like this," she motioned to her decidedly un-royal ensemble, "if I didn't?"
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Post by Bobby Drake on Dec 14, 2008 9:04:10 GMT -4
Bobby thought it over for a moment as he checked out her get up. It wasn't that it looked bad at all. Heck, there were some girls who could make just about any kind of outfit look all right in his opinion. Maybe it was just about standards or something.
"I don't see why not," he said after a lapse that ended with a shrug. "You might not look like a princess, but as far as us...common folk...go, you look pretty good to me."
He shrugged again and leaned back. Maybe he didn't have what it took to be a hardnosed investigator. "All right, what do you say we just finish up lunch and forget the whole interview thing?" He put his hand up to shield his mouth. "I'm really just a photographer."
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Post by greenbean on Dec 16, 2008 9:22:07 GMT -4
"I don't see why not," he said after a lapse that ended with a shrug.
A perfectly manicured green eyebrow arched in obvious disbelief.
"You might not look like a princess, but as far as us...common folk...go, you look pretty good to me."
Lorna laughed softly through her nose and shook her head. Maybe he wasn't such a bad kid after all. "Thanks," she conceded, lips quirked in a crooked little smile.
"All right, what do you say we just finish up lunch and forget the whole interview thing?" He put his hand up to shield his mouth. "I'm really just a photographer."
Sitting back in her chair again, she regarded him for a long moment while sipping her milkshake. "Are you an actual photo-journalist type, or do you have ambitions to become one of the most loathsome kinds of photographers - namely the paparazzi?"
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Post by Bobby Drake on Dec 16, 2008 16:23:09 GMT -4
So this probably wasn't going to be his big break. Heck, the princess didn't seem likely to give Bobby anything more than a world of hurting if he tried to take her picture and pry any information out of her. Maybe there was a lot to this whole interviewing thing that he didn't get yet.
Nah!
"Are you an actual photo-journalist type, or do you have ambitions to become one of the most loathsome kinds of photographers - namely the paparazzi?"
Well, actually he was the latter for the most part. But he wasn't about to answer that one and seal his fate with her. No way! His lips were sealed. What he really needed here was a change of subject. He'd pull it off so smooth like that she'd forget she even asked.
"Yeah, so..." he shrugged again, "are you an actual benevolent princess, or are you one of those loathsome and tyrannical kind of princesses?" Was it a dangerous game he was playing? Probably. But he was guessing nobody talked to the princess like this, and she either wouldn't know what to do, or would like it.
Or he was dead.
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Post by greenbean on Dec 17, 2008 0:03:45 GMT -4
"Yeah, so..."
Lorna rolled her eyes. Right, she got her answer even though he hadn't said anything. She should have known better.
"are you an actual benevolent princess, or are you one of those loathsome and tyrannical kind of princesses?"
Barking out a laugh, Lorna grinned, completely un-princess-like and very much like any girl dressed in jeans and a t-shirt would grin at some boy she was having lunch with.
"That," she said, pointing at him with a French fry, "would depend entirely on who you asked." Lorna popped the fry into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully. "And on my mood," she added belatedly, only half kidding. She could pitch a royal fit with the best of them when she got it into her head to do so.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Dec 19, 2008 12:49:09 GMT -4
It only took a second for Bobby to realize that he wasn't going to die for his words. Lorna smiled at him and jabbed a fry his way before popping it into her mouth. "That would depend entirely on who you asked."
He grinned. She was actually pretty cool when you peeled away all that princess bullcrap.
"And on my mood."
With a nod, he added a couple other criteria in his mind. Like if it was that special lady time. "Well I'll just take your word for it," he said as he helped himself to one of her fries. "So what do you do when you aren't being all royal and stuff?"
He wasn't trying to turn this into an interview, but he was really curious.
"Are you a movie junky?"
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Post by greenbean on Dec 19, 2008 14:12:35 GMT -4
"Well I'll just take your word for it," he said as he helped himself to one of her fries.
Lorna glared at his thieving hand, but there was no anger behind it. She just rolled her eyes and pushed the plate a little further towards him so his reach was easier. Keep the paparazzi happy and maybe he wouldn't do anything stupid like try to take her picture.
"You're lucky," she told him with a wry quirk of her lips. "Obviously I'm in a benevolent mood right now."
"So what do you do when you aren't being all royal and stuff?"
"You mean there's more than that?" Lorna asked in mock surprise.
"Are you a movie junky?"
"I defy you to find anyone who doesn't like movies," she chuckled. "Of course I do. And I like to read. And go out dancing. And just hang out with friends."
Though real, honest-to-god friends seemed harder to come by these days.
"It may come as a shock to you," and most people, she added silently, "but I am a person. I'm more than my title and my family."
But it made her sad sometimes that most people didn't bother looking behind her royal persona to see what the real Lorna was like. Sometimes, even she wasn't sure who she really was.
"So what about you?" Lorna wondered aloud. "When you're not stalking airports with your camera, what do you do?"
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Post by Bobby Drake on Dec 28, 2008 23:51:52 GMT -4
"I defy you to find anyone who doesn't like movies," (Lorna) chuckled. "Of course I do. And I like to read. And go out dancing. And just hang out with friends."
Bobby racked his brain to come up with someone. It would have been later that he'd have come up with some pretty good answers. Much later, like when he was at home in the shower thinking about her. Which only sounded creepy if you thought about it.
But there were people who didn't like movies. Like the deaf and blind. But that wouldn't have been cool to joke about.
"It may come as a shock to you," Lorna continued, "but I am a person. I'm more than my title and my family."
Bobby held her gaze for a moment in respectful silence, then he nodded again. So he was wrong about Daz and he was wrong about Lorna. Maybe he had this whole famedom thing all wrong.
"So what about you?" Lorna wondered aloud. "When you're not stalking airports with your camera, what do you do?"
The easy going smile was back in place. "It may come as a surprise to you, but I am a person too." He laughed a little at his funny. Then he shrugged and leaned back. "I like dancing too. But what are the chances that a princess would go dancing with a common guy like me?
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Post by greenbean on Dec 29, 2008 0:49:00 GMT -4
"It may come as a surprise to you, but I am a person too."
"Lies," Lorna waved his claim off with a shake of her head. "Reporters aren't people." But she was smiling to let him know that she didn't really mean it.
Bobby was starting to make her re-evaluate her opinion of the media on a whole. Maybe they weren't all blood sucking leeches. Maybe some of them were half-decent.
Then he shrugged and leaned back. "I like dancing too. But what are the chances that a princess would go dancing with a common guy like me?"
He... he wasn't actually asking her to go dancing.
Was he?
No way, he had to be speaking hypothetically.
But if he wasn't being hypothetical, would she actually consider it?
"Well, that would depend," Lorna replied, then took another sip of her milkshake, "entirely on who the princess in question was."
Wait.
What the hell?
That sounded an awful lot like flirting to her ears. And that... was totally not what she was going for. She didn't flirt, first of all. Unless she wanted something. And she sure as hell didn't flirt with kid reporters who, less than an hour ago, had been threatening to expose her to the entire airport.
Clearly she was more jetlagged than she'd originally thought.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Dec 31, 2008 0:29:05 GMT -4
"Well, that would depend," Lorna replied, then took another sip of her milkshake, "entirely on who the princess in question was."
Ohh, so that's how it was, huh? Bobby wasn't really sure how it was, or really even what it was that was in question. But he did know that there was some serious flirting going on here. He did know that much.
Didn't he?
All confidence drained away when he remembered that he was talking to a chick. Chicks were notorious for wanting you to think one thing when another thing entirely was going on. And then they'd beat you up verbally for getting it all wrong.
And now he was completely confused and he didn't like it one bit. Steeling his resolve, he leveled a look at her.
"Let's go dancing," he said evenly.
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Post by greenbean on Dec 31, 2008 14:05:41 GMT -4
It would appear she'd managed to throw Junior Reporter Boy off his game with her last comment. Good. Lorna couldn't help it when her lips curled up slightly in smug satisfaction.
The sense of smugness didn't last long, because Bobby seemed to recover quickly enough and looked steadily at her, in a way very few people - especially a "commoner", as he'd called himself - would dare.
"Let's go dancing," he said evenly.
Lorna paused for a beat before answering. "Okay."
Wait, what? No! She was going to say no! Damn it, she hated when she spoke without her brain's permission!
Quick, quick! A qualifier!
She held up a finger and narrowed her eyes slightly. "On two conditions. One, we go to a club that's not on the paps' radar. None of the regular celeb haunts. And two, you can't play reporter. You bring a camera with you, it's off. If so much as a word about this appears in any society section or any supermarket tabloid, I will make your life miserable in ways you can't even begin to imagine." Lorna held his gaze to let him know just how deadly serious she was about this. Why did she have a feeling she'd regret this, no matter what? "Deal?"
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Post by Bobby Drake on Feb 26, 2009 23:10:42 GMT -4
(whoops! I think I let this one go too long!)
Much to Bobby's amazement Princess Lorna agreed. He tried not to blink in disbelief or show too much in the way of open shock or wonder, but he honestly couldn't say that he wasn't surprised either. Not more than a few minutes ago this princess was all up and royal on him, giving him everything from the cold shoulder to the icy glare.
"On two conditions. One, we go to a club that's not on the paps' radar. None of the regular celeb haunts. And two, you can't play reporter. You bring a camera with you, it's off. If so much as a word about this appears in any society section or any supermarket tabloid, I will make your life miserable in ways you can't even begin to imagine."
She held his gaze with the most serious look he had ever seen. Bobby didn't move or say anything until after she asked if they had a deal. Then he burst into laughter. Leaning back in the booth, Bobby held his hands over his stomach as the giggles erupted forth uncontrollably.
"Man, you have got to loosen up," he said with a shake of his head. "Okay, okay...deal. Let's go have some fun." He stood up and grabbed her hand.
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