[size=20]I[/size][size=13]ndeed, Arya had been completely diverted from the topic of either of their love lives by the burning sensation in her eyeballs. Naturally, her competitiveness got the better of her physical comfort, and she smiled brightly at the waiter while Jasper held back profanities.
"Your service tonight has been brilliant. Please do bring the bill so that I might tip you generously, sir." She'd slipped into a mid-century accent along with the high formalities, and bowed when Jasper glared. "Or maybe they're just on the right team," she retorted, smirking and raising an eyebrow at her brother's gruff acceptance of defeat.
"Nah. I don't need dessert. Do you reckon this dress is okay for the club?" Whilst she awaited an answer, Arya dug around in her purse for some kind of payment method, happy to pay for both of their meals. Knowing Jasper, he'd probably try to do the same - hence the question about her dress. Hopefully it was distraction enough for her to snatch the bill when it came. She did fully intend on keeping her word about tipping the waiter generously, after all.
Though she'd posed the question with direct regard to their night out, for some reason, she was nervous and, as such, pointedly avoided thinking about what she'd gotten herself into or who she might go home with tonight. It was something she did often - throw herself headlong into situations that made her uncomfortable. Not to mention that, reasonably, these situations might actually be downright and legitimately dangerous if not for the fact that she had a vampire protector for a brother. Not that she knew as much. And the reason for this reckless risk-taking? ...Well, essentially it eluded even Arya. She smoked to ease the intensity of her social ineptitude, but there was a kind of rush about throwing herself in the deep end anyway. Vaguely, she wondered if her brother sensed this, and wondered why she put herself in such positions. Did he think her stupid? Senseless? Perhaps even a little bit crazy? Alas, such was the curse of an overthinker. Maybe he'd be right, anyway. She always felt as though she was right on the precipice of going insane - like some tidbit of information would throw her down a hole she couldn't crawl out of. Fragile, perhaps, she thought. And while she didn't enjoy the sentiment, it wasn't entirely wrong. Thus the avoidance.
When the waiter returned, Arya reached for the bill, acting sweeter than pie in an effort to get him to choose her rather than Jasper for the handover. Surely he was afraid of her brother after the look he'd given him? As expected, he deposited the little booklet into her hand, and the woman smiled sweetly at him, then Jasper, as she flicked out the receipt and jotted down a forty percent tip, slid her card into the appropriate fold, and handed it back over to the waiter.
"Thank you so much."[/size]
"Your service tonight has been brilliant. Please do bring the bill so that I might tip you generously, sir." She'd slipped into a mid-century accent along with the high formalities, and bowed when Jasper glared. "Or maybe they're just on the right team," she retorted, smirking and raising an eyebrow at her brother's gruff acceptance of defeat.
"Nah. I don't need dessert. Do you reckon this dress is okay for the club?" Whilst she awaited an answer, Arya dug around in her purse for some kind of payment method, happy to pay for both of their meals. Knowing Jasper, he'd probably try to do the same - hence the question about her dress. Hopefully it was distraction enough for her to snatch the bill when it came. She did fully intend on keeping her word about tipping the waiter generously, after all.
Though she'd posed the question with direct regard to their night out, for some reason, she was nervous and, as such, pointedly avoided thinking about what she'd gotten herself into or who she might go home with tonight. It was something she did often - throw herself headlong into situations that made her uncomfortable. Not to mention that, reasonably, these situations might actually be downright and legitimately dangerous if not for the fact that she had a vampire protector for a brother. Not that she knew as much. And the reason for this reckless risk-taking? ...Well, essentially it eluded even Arya. She smoked to ease the intensity of her social ineptitude, but there was a kind of rush about throwing herself in the deep end anyway. Vaguely, she wondered if her brother sensed this, and wondered why she put herself in such positions. Did he think her stupid? Senseless? Perhaps even a little bit crazy? Alas, such was the curse of an overthinker. Maybe he'd be right, anyway. She always felt as though she was right on the precipice of going insane - like some tidbit of information would throw her down a hole she couldn't crawl out of. Fragile, perhaps, she thought. And while she didn't enjoy the sentiment, it wasn't entirely wrong. Thus the avoidance.
When the waiter returned, Arya reached for the bill, acting sweeter than pie in an effort to get him to choose her rather than Jasper for the handover. Surely he was afraid of her brother after the look he'd given him? As expected, he deposited the little booklet into her hand, and the woman smiled sweetly at him, then Jasper, as she flicked out the receipt and jotted down a forty percent tip, slid her card into the appropriate fold, and handed it back over to the waiter.
"Thank you so much."[/size]
