Theo- I'm running late over half the time

[kennis brielle duffy]

Every so often, Theo would interrupt the usual routine of adorable island dates of shaved ice and walks on the beach and trips to the bookstore to take her someplace nice and romantic. He’d give her a time and a place and tell her to dress up and that was that. And predictably, Kennis would get into a tizzy and dress to the nines. Tonight was one of those nights. Kennis had spent the entire afternoon trying to find the perfect outfit all on her own, because her precious cheetahs were too busy for her.

She tapped the heel of one of her cloth, floral print heels and rested her chin in her hand. She looked down at the martini resting on the table and chewed on a pretzel, she was making an effort to stay sober until Theo was at least sitting at the table. She stood up for a brief second to pull the hem of her form fitting black dress down, she was going to demure and confident not sloshed and sulty. She took a seat again and hooked her heels on the bar holding the legs of the stool she sat upon together and looked around for any site of her charming French suitor.

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[théodore henri couture]

as the sun began to set on ehu island one fine saturday night, théodore couture walked out of the local flower shop with a bouquet of red lilies in one hand. he was dressed rather sharp, what in his barely used tux and all. tonight was a special night to be shared with a special redheaded girl whom théodore found himself thinking about most nights before he went to bed. what théodore had with this prissy girl was special. they stayed up until the early hours of the morning texting about random childhood memories, what was going on in their lives, and what the best part about pizza was; they went on random sentimental dates, like taking a romantic stroll in the park or moving the bibles into the fiction section of the bookstore at kolohe center. whenever he was with kennis, théodore always laughed harder and harder at her jokes, and started falling harder and harder for her.

so, tonight would be a special night. he felt like skipping, or even running, to the sky bar, where he would meet kennis for this thoroughly planned out date. however, he didn't want to risk being sweaty or out of breath when he saw kennis, so théodore kept a regular pace. soon enough, he was there, and théodore felt like he couldn't open the doors to the club fast enough. he walked around the area, looking for that familiar head of red hair. finally, he saw her sitting at a table by the window. théodore stopped where he was for a few moments, admiring how beautiful she was from afar. then, worried that she may look in his direction, théodore took a deep breath and began to head towards this red-headed beauty.

"bonjour, ma belle," he greeted kennis, bowing before her once he approached her. "zeese are pour vous." théodore held out the bouquet of red lilies. "zey reminded me of zat beautiful hair of yours." théodore beamed, sitting down as he anxiously awaited the face that he had pictured in his head over and over again as he bought the flowers. once kennis had not-so-subtly mentioned her favorite flowers were lilies, and of course théodore had to remember for a night full of impressive romantic gestures like this. the boy was a typical romantic at heart, though he wouldn't let anyone but the one with whom he was romantically involved know it. he had spend much time figuring out all kinds of small gestures that he hoped kennis would appreciate… hoping that it would end with a bang, if you know what i mean.

[kennis brielle duffy]

"bonjour, ma belle,"

[/i] Theo appeared out of nowhere and bowed in front of her, Kennis smiled and moved to stand so she could hung her darling French beau, but sadly forgot to unhook her heels. She plummeted forward, threatening to end the evening early with a mortifying face plant on the floor of a bar.
“Oh!” she gasped and caught herself on Theo’s shoulder; she righted herself while the apples of her cheeks turned almost as bright a red as her hair. “You’re my hero!” she exclaimed quietly, in an attempt to recover from her embarrassing spill. “You saved my precious nose,” she whispered as she pulled him into a delicate hug, careful not to crush the gorgeous lilies in his hand.

"zey reminded me of zat beautiful hair of yours." he informed her as he held them out, pushing the thought of her horribly clumsy fall out of her head at the site of the flowers, Kennis placed her hand over her mouth in typical female fashion.
“Aw, Theo!” she took the flowers with her other hand and looked at him with a beaming smile. “Thank you so much! That’s so sweet,” she sat back down, careful to keep both feet on the ground. "Well, monsieur," she looked at him and set the bouquet on the table, safely out of the scope of her waving arms should she get caught up later on. "What are the plans for tonight?" she asked and coyly tilted her head to the right.
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[théodore henri couture]

théodore couldn't help but feel quite shocked when kennis fell onto him, glad he somehow managed to catch her on his shoulder in his odd position, with a bouquet of flowers in one hand. he beamed with delight at the idea of having saved kennis's precious nose, because gawwwww-leee she really had a cute one! "it was my pleasure," he said, even though it made more sense in his head than it did out loud. it was also his pleasure to present the belle with her favorite flowers, as it was to watch the smile that was on kennis's face. seeing that smile was well worth the current hole in his pocket. he sat in his chair across the table from kennis, contemplating her question. how much of this evening did he want to spill and let her in on? and that was if he even wanted to give her ideas on what they were about to do.

"well, mademoiselle, first ve vill eat dinner." théodore handed her what looked like to be an untouched menu, grabbing the other one for his own viewing. "you can have whatever you vant, and please do order yourself a drink from me." théodore kind of had a feeling he would get what he wanted at the end of the night if she were a liiiittle tipsy. oh, yes, he would never forget kennis's forever-amusing alcohol tolerance. théodore scanned the menu, and a waitress approached their table. "i'll have a scotch, no ice," he requested, and took this opportunity to look at kennis's chest as she ordered her drink. "fantastic choice!" he said as he brought his eyes back up to her face, though he had to admit he wasn't really listening to what she requested. "so, kennis, how have these last few days been? are you pretty busy with midterms?"

[kennis brielle duffy]

Kennis smiled into her menu as Theo spoke, what a gentlemen, buying her dinner and drinks, as always. She quickly skimmed the menu, unsure of what to get, everything looked wonderful. She pursed her lips into a thin line and quickly settled on what she’d be having, she didn’t want to end up staring at the menu for the entirety of their date. She glanced up and saw that the waitress had arrived just in time to take their order. She’d be getting a tip for gracefully leaving Kennis alone so she didn’t feel stood up. “I’ll have the Sauteed Codfish with the grape and leek parfait,” she left her index finger on the item as she glanced at the wine menu. Pinot Gris and fruit flavored champagne, how dull.

She flickered her eyes toward Theo’s face subtly as she toyed with the idea of ordering a soda, just to mess with him. “Aaand, I think I’ll just have another Vanilla martini,” she decided and flicked her finger toward her nearly empty glass with a polite smile to the waitress. She folded the menu and Theo praised her ability to pair food with any type of alcohol, it was a rare but beautiful gift. She held the menu between her index and middle finger for her to take and didn’t look at her again. Looking at the staff while they served her made her unreasonably uncomfortable.

“Midterms? Bloody hell, I don’t think they’ll ever end,” she laughed and rubbed the back of her neck, rolling her eyes toward the ceiling. “We had to write an entire bleedin’ script in an hour and half, how do you prepare for that?” she posed the rhetorical question and quickly waved the question away with a flip of her wrist. “How have you faired? Better than me, I hope.” She responded with a cheerful smile, she picked up her glass and finished off her martini.

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[théodore henri couture]

théodore listened as kennis ordered, impressed with her choice. "roasted sirloin, alight potato, carrot and short rib hash with red wine sauce, s'il vous plait," he told the waitress. "and, could we have a couple rolls of sushi, on top of your best bottle of champagne, as well, mademoiselle?" how cliché. but, tonight was by all means cliché. the waitress nodded as she scribbled the order down, took the menus, and walked away. once she did, théodore looked up at kennis. "you know your food, ma belle," he pointed out. if there was one way into théodore's – or any man's – heart, it was through his stomach. "zis may sound silly, mais, i love food. ma famille et moi always went out to eat at restaurants around cannes, and around france. it vas like our hobby during zee summertime. so, i love a woman who orders something exotic like zee grape and leek parfait, and zee vanilla martini! oh, and you do like sushi, do you not, kennis?" he was sure she would have piped up, but if she didn't it would be simple to order another appetizer of her liking.

"vow, writing an entire script? how long did it have to be?" théodore leaned forward to listen to her answer. when she asked him about his midterms, he laughed. "vell, my creative writing midterm vas a piece of cake. ve just wrote a short story. my latin midterm vas very hard, but i think i managed to get through it. i did fantastic in music composition. i am going over jazz songs right now, zo i performed a jazz song i wrote for my class. my other mid-terms were very easy compared to sat!" théodore smiled. "i'm relieved zey are over, though. it vas a very stressful time. i am not very good with latin." it was a hard language, but théodore figured it was essential to him learning many other languages. "vat veer your film mid-terms like? did you film any interesting movies?

[kennis brielle duffy]

A small smile flickered across Kennis’ face as she listened to Theo ordered. Sushi? Only a French man would order a steak and Sushi all in one sitting--in fact, she wasn’t even sure if a normal Frenchie would. She rested her left elbow on the table and looked at him. “You have such a unique palate, darling, the dream of any chef, truly,” she teased him as she watched the waitress retreat to the bar, placing their order or maybe even flirting with the bartender, natch. She twirled a curl of her hair around her finger and sighed contentedly.

“Only about sixty pages, which isn’t dreadful, but still,” she shrugged and laughed. “It’s all over and done with now though, thank goodness.” Theo took his turn to tell her about his midterms; she suspected that he was puffing himself up a little, they had partied the night before his Composition class and they were both very inebriated by the end of the evening. They had both been too tired to even run back to their dorms, sleeping it off in the clubhouse. She pinched her nose as she was reminded of the language exams. ”Lord, my maht would be so disappointed in my Russian test. How are you bilingual? It’s impossible,” she sighed and crossed her skinny arms.

”Oh!” she clasped her hands together and grinned. ”Did I tell you that Chewie and I went to O’Day’s? I can’t believe we’ve been avoiding it for so long!” she paused when the waitress returned carrying a trey, two glass flutes and a light green bottle atop it. She rested her hands in her lap as she placed them in front of her. She stared at the table pointedly until the waitress left before looking back up. “There’s a comedy night and everything!”

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[théodore henri couture]

ooc: man, out of all the threads we have together, you chose to reply to the one with the character i hate.

théodore raised his eyebrows. did she just say only sixty pages? it sounded like such a big number. then again, théodore didn't really know how many words were on a page of a film script. in school, he had trouble writing ten page essays and couldn't fathom a sixty page midterm. but, théodore wasn't familiar with the life of a scriptwriter! "so, what was it about?" he asked kennis, trying to guess what she would write about.

he laughed once kennis asked how he was bilingual. in europe, it was very common for people to know many different languages. because there were so many countries in surrounding areas, people got used to the change of tongue. he was actually unimpressed with himself for only knowing two. still, he couldn't rub this in kennis's face. "you've just shared too many drinks with me instead of studying at night, i'm sure," he chuckled. "mais, i do not blame you, ma belle." théodore chuckled again, at his own joke.

once kennis brought her hands together, théodore's ears and eyebrows perked. but too soon, the waitress came back with champagne and wine glasses, pouring the champagne into the glasses immediately. "merci beaucoup, mademoiselle," théodore thanked the waitress before she walked away. théodore lifted his glass. "comedy night?" théodore was interested immediately. "i'm sure you were a hit!" he raised his glass, ready to clink it with kennis's. "let's toast to my.." théodore paused, inhaling so he could pronounce this word as correctly as possible, "high-larious comedian. cheers, kennis." théodore clinked the rim of his glass with kennis's. "so, do tell me about it, ma belle." he leaned back in his chair, sipping on his glass of champagne.