Go On, If You Dare ~ Melody~

[Kirk Dorrans]

Crowded, noisy, one could really feel the rush of energy in the small space just in front of the doors. People coming in, going out, bodies accidentally bumping against each other, one could also say that this was a rather frightening environment. After all, one could potentially get pushed down and stepped on into oblivion. But no, Kirk was right at home here, surrounded by people who were trying to have a good time.

“So. Are you ready for your first step into the harsh, dangerous world?”

Hovering right beside Mel’s shoulder, Kirk whispered this with an air of mystery and danger, as if stepping inside the mall was like an odyssey that left one with almost no chance of getting back. Though he knew that she had probably been to a mall before, and that they had already walked a short distance from the Academy to their current location, he simply didn’t care that he looked like a fool in front of all these people.

They had walked straight from the Academy’s cafeteria to this spot, right in front of the entrance of the mall. Kirk had, of course, dragged Mel over here in his excitement, and he was really determined to show her that going out once in a while wouldn’t kill her. It would also help her with her tiny problem. He turned his attention back at the mall. Even from the outside, he can see through the glass the countless shops, boutiques, restaurants, and establishments that lines the corridors of the mall. One could probably spend a whole month in there and still find something new and exciting.

“Be warned.” He continued threateningly, his face portraying a stern, harsh look, even though laughter was just about to break out any moment now. “There are many dangers here, like the dreaded two thousand calorie burger, or the totally evil “seventy-percent-off super sale” down at Abercrombie and Fitch!” He went on, still keeping up the show. While he thought that the said burger was a bit too much, he didn’t really have a dislike for the store he had mentioned. It was just the first things that had popped into his head, and frankly, he thought that it sounded truly horrifying to a girl like Mel, who probably didn’t enjoy such things.

Stepping aside and motioning for her to lead the way, he said, “Go on, Princess. Go ahead, if you dare.” He finished, his head bowed as he tried to hide a huge grin. He knew that he certainly wasn’t treating like the usual, awkward first date, but he figured that he’ll try to just mimic those later anyway, just to let Mel feel the weirdness of it all.

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[Melody Moreau]

Crowded, noisy, packed, too much people. All the reasons why Melody avoided the mall like a plague. It wasn't that she didn't like going out, on the contrary the girl loved heading out of school grounds once in a while. But why on earth does the whole world decide to follow her out whenever she does step out anyway? Jostling and pushing around in a sea of a thousand other people wasn't exactly Melody's idea of fun, and then there was that matter of her personal bubble to see too. The crowds that pushed against her skin sent uneasy tingles all up her spine, and though she knew none of them meant any harm, Melody still couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Perhaps the one thing that kept Melody from bolting was how Kirk seemed to permanently hover over her shoulder as if he was one of her consciences, and hover he did. Resisting the urge to scoff when he started speaking in his mysterious tone. Of course, the fact that he had practically dragged her by her hair to get here all the from the Academy wasn't exactly doing milestones for her confidence level as of now, but Melody guessed it wasn't exactly a matter she could change right now.

Her hazel brown eyes scanned the mall, how the people milled around the window displays, spying a dress or two she wouldn't mind getting, that is if she had the time. But for now, lets concentrate on not getting too freaked out on how everyone seemingly congregrated at the same place now, or at least that was how it seemed in the girl's mind.

When Kirk started on the many 'dangers' available in a perfectly normal departmental store however, Melody giggled and then reached out to gently cuff the boy (which wasn't an easy feat, seeing as how they were no longer sitting on the ground,and he was a good half a head taller then her). "How about we go test out just how dangerous the dreaded 'burger' can be? Though I'm quite sure you can polish that off as easily as you did my plate of pasta." she teased with a grin, before easily accepting Kirk's 'challenge' and stepped in, shivering a little as she did so. Melody still didn't like being in crowded areas, but she guessed it wouldn't kill once in a while.

With her hands tucked in to the pockets of her jeans, she stepped through the sliding glass doors of the mall, and surreptiously avoided as much human congregration as she could, casuallly eye-ing the dresses and boutiques as they walked. "What's your point of bringing me here today anyway?" Melody finally asked, as they ambled along the row of bookshops and accesory stores, her hazel eyes turned curious gazes on to Kirk.

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[Kirk Dorrans]

Why does she keep doing that?

It was a gentle enough action, but Kirk couldn’t help but think that it was pretty inefficient. Cuffing his head, while he enjoyed a great height advantage over the rather diminutive Mel, forced her to reach up and stretch just to girl his noggin a delicate push. “You know, you could always just push my shoulder or something.” Kirk suggested after she cuffed him for the umpteenth time. “You won’t have to reach up, and you’ll get to feel my arm muscles.” He added, winking cheekily, anticipating that he’ll get another cuff for that one. Worth it, definitely.

Somehow, the idea of consuming the said burger didn’t sound too appealing to Kirk, at least, not at the moment. Perhaps it was because the burger was probably a heart attack wrapped around in buns and soaked in all those weird sauces. “Actually, it’s pretty dangerous. Disease on buns.” He replied, voicing out his thoughts. “And, I don’t know. I’m still rather full from that pasta…” He continued, shrugging as he watched her go into the mall. “Oh, the Princess accepts!” He declared rather loudly, grabbing the gazes and giggles of quite a few people around them.

Walking right by Mel’s side as she looked at the stores down the big corridor, Kirk noticed that she seemed to shrink away from the mass of people that were passing through. Oh well, nothing wrong with that. He didn’t expect her to immediately join the mosh pit that was the centre of the mall. “Oh, I wanted to take you shopping actually.” He started rather kindly, keeping his face away from her gaze so that she won’t notice the grin. “So that you could finally get some decent clothes.” He finished in jest, though he really had no qualms about how she dressed. In fact, he rather liked her simple style. Though he believed that there was nothing with a bit of flash once in a while. “Just kidding.”

“I already told you. We’ll have a bit of fun. Mock date, remember?” Just as he said it, he walked closer to her and held her left forearm with his right hand gently. He would’ve preferred to hold her hand, but it was tucked in her pockets, so this’ll have to do. His actions didn’t look terribly romantic, and to a normal passerby, it looked as if Kirk was some sort of overenthusiastic brother dragging along a shy sister. Still, he thought that this was a good way to start off actual body contact, even though his instincts, or empathy, murmured that Mel might be a teensy bit uncomfortable with this. No pain, no gain, Dear.

“Anyway, since I’m full, and you’re not hungry, I’ll let you pick where we’ll go before dinner.” He said, deciding not to talk about all the touching that he was doing. That might make her more uncomfortable, and Kirk really wanted to avoid freaking her out too much. “Shopping’s a favourite, from past experiences, but some people also enjoy watching movies or going to cafes…” He added, his tone indicating that he’ll really let her pick what they do, and that he’ll just follow whatever she decides.

[ooc: sorry for the lateness! I was sick, so sorry ]

[Melody Moreau]

She just liked cuffing, or just ruffling Kirk's hair, somehow. It made him look all cuddyly and puppy-like, and she had to admit, his hair was sorta soft to the touch. Exactly the type Melody liked, and not at all like her curly, wirey hair. Of course, there was the tiny fact that she needed to stand on her tip toes to be able to do any proper cuffing, what with her best friend's height. But hey, Melody was still under the firm belief that her height might still increase if she stretched enough, so why not?

Raising a brow in mock surprise when he said he was full, she chuckled and elbowed him gently. "What's this I hear? The black hole? Full? Wow, a catastrophe must be happening somewhere." she teased with a grin flashed at him, before rolling his eyes when he loudly exclaimed at her 'acceptance' of coming to the mall. Well, if someone were to be picky about it, Melody didn't exactly 'accept' as to question why in the world did he think of yanking her out to a crowded mall on a friday evening, but apparenly the guys mind worked on a completely different level.

Cocking an ar at the word 'shopping', she shook her head minutely in a rueful manner. Yeah, sure he was going to. "What? My clothes embarass you now?" she mocked with a cocked brow flashed at him, her hands still tucked in to her jeans. Grinning when he kidded, Melody chuckled again, before her hazel brown eyes blinked in surprise at his next words. Well, she did suppose he did say that, but the girl never thought the dude actually meant it. Did he? Oh well, might as well. Loosen up Mel, remember that? she reminded herself internally, and shrugged outwardly.

Besides, how could going out with Kirk be bad, right? He was like a brother to her, or at least that was what Melody liked to tell herself. Technically though, the way he was holding her felt moe like he was dragging her rather then being on a 'mock date', and Melody currently felt more like a sack of potatoes.Not to mention the little shiver she felt up her spine from the skin on skin contact, her body instinctively retracting itself. It was a reaction she's had since forever, ever since that little incident which had resulted in this one Melody Moreau. Still, she did tell herself she wanted to get rid of her personal bubble, if only to not end up old and lonely with twenty cats.

Relax, Moreau. again, Melody sternly told herself, and took a deep breathe before forcing her body to loosen up. Okay, maybe she did feel a bit bad for using Kirk that way. Using her best friend as a training dummy for a boyfriend? Not exactly the best way, but then again, didn't he offer in he first place? Right?

Slipping the hand Kirk was gripping out of its pocket, she tentatively let it fall to his own palm, yet did no grabbing of her own. It fell loosely around his own fingers as he spoke, and the girl looked up, before shrugging and looking around. "Music shop! Come on, lets go." she tugged, and flashed him a grin. Why not? Both her and Kirk was equally musically inclined, it only made sense. Besides, Melody needed a new capo for her guitar, since her last one broke.

Stepping in to the shop though, the first thing Melody went to was instinctively the white baby grand piano, a Steinway baby grand. Though she didn't mind any instruments, it was undoubtable that Melody loved the light sounds of the old instrument the best. Leaving Kirk's side as if she was magnetically drawn to the instrument, she placed a gentle finger over a couple of notes, a smile curving her lips upwards as she did so, turning up to give a full grin at Kirk. "I'm taking requests?"

ooc ; its alright! i was off in the outback anyway. xD

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[Kirk Dorrans]

Shaking his head while Melody shot off a very admirable comeback, Kirk couldn’t help but to think that he had taught her too well. He was that full of himself, sadly. “Done well, you have my young Padawan…” He murmured in a quiet, tired voice, doing his best Yoda impression which admittedly wasn’t too impressive. Despite the lame effort, he snickered, very pleased as he had always wanted to mimic tiny, powerful Jedi Master. Call it geeky, but it was one of his tiny quirks.

The joke his “apprentice” fired was funny, truthful, and just a little bit stinging. Being the competitive boy that he was, Kirk tried to find a perfect reply as they walked down the mall, but no, he knew he was beaten. “You win this time.” He said simply, nodding his head to her in mock admission, though she better not get complacent. He’ll find a chance and take it, and then he’ll have the upper hand once more. Dense and thick-headed as usual.
Ah. How wonderful. Vowing revenge over a joke.

“No. They’re fine.” That was all he’ll admit, at least at this moment. There was no need for her to know that he liked her style, and that other guys did too, probably. Other guys. Hmm. Kirk thought about what would happen if their little project was successful. If they found the perfect guy, the perfect match. Would he be able to just hand Mel over willingly, like some precious treasure for safekeeping, to a guy that he only had minimal knowledge of? Will it be that easy? Kirk didn’t like parting with things, and somehow, he thought that he just might be a little hesitant when that time came.

Then, contact. Kirk felt her forearm slipping away from his hand for a moment, only to be replaced by something smaller and much more delicate. Her hand just beside his, their fingers so very close. He hadn’t expected this, but he was inwardly pleased. He had held hands with a lot of people before, so there was almost no thrill when it came to this, but this awkward almost – holding thing was just too cute and innocent. It reminded him of the time when he was much younger, and much more innocent. Huh. He had always thought that this sentimental part of him was locked up tight in an old rotting drawer somewhere in his heart, only to be released when he was old and gray, but today, it seemed desperate to get out.

Shrugging it off and putting his more confident façade right back on, he gently captured her hand in his, and although he wasn’t exactly squeezing it, it was clear that he was holding her hand. Warm and soft, the sensation was pleasant. “Now we’re making some progress.” He said, smiling as if he was a proud teacher or parent, though his tone was a bit exasperated, as if he had been waiting for this for w long time. Which wasn’t that far from the truth.

Music. The word brought a smile to his face, and following Mel’s lead, he happily went along to the store. “So you’re doing the dragging now? Excellent, bonus points!” He said, laughing as they entered the store. It was small and humble, but it was obvious that it provided excellent instruments and accessories to everyone who was interested. Delivering music to the masses. An admirable goal.

Then she left him and went to the white piano that looked quite classy. “You look quite the part. Though you could do with a new wardrobe…” He commented, approaching the piano himself, grinning at her request for requests. “Alright…” He began, turning his back to her. Taking a deep breath, he started to talk to the imaginary audience in front of him, who were politely cheering at the sight of the star of the show, Melody Moreau. “Ladies and gentlemen, here is Melody Moreau with “How to Save a Life.” His song selection was pretty poor, he knew, but he had little knowledge of piano classics, and currently, he could only remember that song by The Fray that had captivated him with its rather simple approach.

“Well? The audience is waiting!” He exclaimed, smiling as he skipped out of the way to let them have a clear view.

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[Melody Moreau]

The moment his fingers gently grasper hers, Melody felt a little shiver run up from his contact. Whether or not it was because of her internal problems, or whether it was because of some other reason, the blonde haired girl had no idea. And surprisingly, she had no inclination to try and figure out why either. Why should she? Everything was fine as it is, she didn't want to risk anything changing at all. Really.Minus the fact that she's never actually held hands with anyone before, that is.

Letting the comment about her clothing being 'just fine' slip, Melody clarified that no, she was not vain or even remotely anything like the children of the Aphrodite house, but still, she was still a girl.

Keeping silent again at his comment on making progress, Melody merely let an amused gaze flicker over him. Did outsiders looking on now think they were a couple? And just why in the world did she care what others thought anyway? Besides, he already said this was a 'mock date', and she guessed a date requires someone to hold hands. Right? Yeap, definitely. Yet, Melody still felt a need to let things fall back on familiar ground, hence how she started dragging Kirk over to the music shop she had spied.

"Its music, Kirk. Don't tell me you're resisting?" she cheekily grinned at him, and continued on with the dragging. The feeling of being surrounded by instruments eased the girl's feelings immediately, and she easily dropped his hand the moment she had spied the white baby grand. It was her favourite form of music, its tones clear and bell-like whenever it was played.

Rolling her eyes at his little jibe at her wardrobe, her brows raised in amusement when he started talking to an imaginary crowd. What crowd? Melody just liked music, she never particularly liked performing. It was just that she really had no particular favourite when it came to pieces on the piano. Her brows raised again, at his particular song choice, before Melody shrugged. it wasn't something the blonde haired girl couldn't do.

Settling on the bench, she placed her fingers on the familiar ivory keys. The piece came easily to her, Melody being a girl who could easily play by ear. And she didn't pull the stops, nor try to mute the piece when she played either, letting each note and tune fill the small shop as she let her fingers dance across the black and white keys.

When she eventually finished, the girl grinned up at Kirk, and then motioned at a couple of guitars on display. "Your turn. Go on!"

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[Kirk Dorrans]

Nodding along while Mel played the piece perfectly, Kirk only broke his silence to hum a few parts, and maybe to murmur a few lines that he remembered. The music filled the small shop, and the acoustics were decent enough, as the vibrations bounced off the walls and reverberated within the store. He took a moment to peek at the two store clerks, who looked like they were both in their late teens, part – time college students maybe. The two, who’s eyes were half – lidded, in bliss perhaps, looked absolutely delighted and mesmerised, thoroughly at peace while Mel played on. It was expected. The level of musicianship that those blessed by Apollo was almost supernatural, and it can bring unsuspecting mortals quite a few pleasant effects. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a few people trickle into the store, perhaps intrigued by the wondrous sounds coming from the store.

“Good job.” Kirk clapped a few times when she hit the last few keys, and the abrupt sound shook the attendants out of their reverie, although a slight, satisfied smile remained on their faces, although the newcomers still looked rather curious. “Is that a request?” He replied, grinning as Mel issued the challenge. He turned to see the guitars, spotting a simple, cheap acoustic one, he walked over to them. “Do you mind?” He asked the attendants as his hand hovered over the instrument. He had remembered that they actually had to buy things from the store in order to be able to use them, and the people might not take it too kindly if they looked like they were simply “borrowing” it for free. But no, the clerks just shook their heads, giving him the green light to go ahead and play.

Smiling his gratitude at them, he carefully picked up the guitar and said, “Thanks. I’ll make sure this one’s even better than hers.” Winking at Mel, after he threw the bit of almost – obligatory trash talk he scanned his expansive repertoire in his mind for a second, trying to find a nice piece that he can play. Thinking that the one he had suggested earlier had been a bit sleepy, he decided to take on a livelier tune. “Hmm…” He murmured, as he began to retreat to that special place where only he and music, and perhaps occasionally Melody, existed.

Keeping a smile on his face, he began to play this song. “Beat It”, by Michael Jackson. Say what you want about the “King of Pop”, but Kirk believed that he was a genius musician, and he wouldn’t be surprised if he ever discovered that Apollo had also touched the legend. He decided not to sing though, keeping with the example set by Mel. Though he did keep his act lively, walking around the store, carrying the guitar and he smiled and nodded along.

After almost five minutes, he finished the piece, and left that special place of music. "Thank you, thank you." He said, laughing. The clerks were again clapping, joined by the group that had come in earlier, and Kirk bowed at them flamboyantly. “How was that, Mel?” He asked rather childishly, smiling as his need to play was fulfilled temporarily. “I think we’ve freeloaded for long enough…” He began rather guiltily, though one glance at the shopkeepers told him that they were okay with it, especially since they were treated to such a show. “So where to now? Or are you up for a duet? Lead on…” He asked Melody as he walked to her by the piano, still carrying the guitar he had borrowed. Judging from the cheer the people in the store gave when he suggested the latter, it was clear which option they preferred.

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[Melody Moreau]

Not only did music from the Apollo kids and gifteds sounded good, they had a certain mesmerizing quality too. Chancing a look, Melody had to give a little guilt smile flashed in Kirk's direction as she notized their dazed, almost drunk look as she played. Sadly, the effect cannot be avoided, but Melody being Melody, she wasn't about to take advantage of that fact. What she didn't notice though, was how more and more people seem to be entering the store.

As the last few notes drifted away, her hazel eyes looked up, only to register shock when she noticed the increase in the amount of people all standing around watching. Standing up, the bench scraped softly on the floor as she pushed it back, a small blush staining her cheeks as she bit her lips in embarassment. Melody did like to play yes, but not in front of a crowd. She felt really self concious under the scrutinizing eyes of so many others, only chuckling softly as she walked across to lean against the sides of the piano.

Hearing his challenge of his own piece being better then hers, Melody stuck her tongue out at him cheekily, yet knew his words did hold a ring of truth. They were, after all protege's of Apollo.

A small smile played on the corners of her lips as she recognized the beat of the song Kirk had begun, easily made famous by the King of Pop himself. Her head nodded, her fingers tapping on her thigh as she followed how he strolled around the shop, the smile easily growing as she played. Kirk was talented, but that was a given.

Joining the clapping of the small crowd, she chuckled at his flamboyant bow, before shaking her head ruefully as he walked up to her. the blonde haired one wasn't about to deny that it was good, but someone had to keep his forever growing ego in check, no? Giving a casual shrug, Melody nodded when he mentioned about how they freeloaded, before shaking her head at the duet. A furtive glance was casted at the glowing-eyed audience, before she jerked her head to the door, and exited with a last, shy smile generally directed.

Once out, the girl relaxed slightly as she throwed a grin at Kirk. "Show off." she teased, referring to how he had pulled off his performance, before slowing her pace to a gentle stroll. "Your turn. Pick a place."

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[Kirk Dorrans]

Still grinning with pride as he left a dazedly delighted crowd behind him as he followed Melody out the store, Kirk refrained from throwing out any lines like “That’s all folks”, or “See you next January in the Il Baccia Mortale”. That would’ve been too much, he considered, as he passed the rest of the people, who’s eyes were quite unfocused. Drunk off music. Wonderful, though they might be a tad confused after all that. Nothing he could do about that though, and it wasn’t as if he’d do bad things in their vulnerable state. Shrugging, he took a look around, and then hustled off after Mel.

Kirk rolled his eyes as Melody said those two words, though he was also grinning. He had been a tad too flashy, but that was natural, after all, he had undoubted skill, and he surely had to flaunt it. “Yeah, yeah…” He nodded, accepting what she said as true. “I am a show off. You should be a bit more confident yourself. That song you did wasn’t bad." He said, trying to encourage her, as, though he loathed admitting, she was at least as talented as he was. “Though it was nothing compared to the one I did.” He added, completely saying the opposite of what was going through his head.

Looking around after she had suggested that he pick a place this time, he muttered “Fine…”. Walking slowly as his gaze swept over the various shops and restaurants. An antique boutique, an expensive clothing store, a fast food join. Nothing terribly exciting. Definitely nothing that screamed “date”. Come to think about it, this trip didn’t seem like a date at all. There was none of that unfortunately necessary awkwardness and shyness that seemed to accompany every stroll down the mall. It was like two best friends just decided to hang out. The little tension and excitement that they had built in the few steps leading to the store had disappeared, and so far, Melody had gained little experience, which was a cause for concern for Kirk. They can’t leave without achieving something; otherwise, this whole thing would’ve been a waste, even if they did had fun.

“This hasn’t been a pretty good mock date, has it?” Kirk asked as he scanned the area around him. Yes, it had been fun so far, but they hadn’t exactly reached their objectives just yet. Then, his eyes twinkled as they chanced upon a lovely little nook. A small coffee shop that had wonderful décor and atmosphere, and they also served wonderful coffee and food, although it wasn’t cheap and the portions were frightfully small. “But don’t worry, it’ll all get better soon!” He added brightly, as he began to walk to the store, a spring in his step now. “Come on.” He said, smiling excitedly.

[Melody Moreau]

Melody scoffed mockingly when he compared himself with her, obvious putting himself in a better light. But then again, she took no offence. Used as she was to Kirk's ways, she hardly took offence when he said anything that placed him in a better light afterall. She could just see his head expanding as the minutes passed. Why else did you think the girl hung out around him? Someone's gotta make sure he'll still be able to fit that big head of his through his dorm entrance at the end of the day.

Picking the next stop they should go too though, seems to be taking him ages. As they strolled, Melody could see how his eyes went from shop to store, to restaurant. Antique boutique? Not good enough. Fast food joint? Not hungry. All in all, Melody wasn't all too picky b ut she wished Kirk would make up his mind already, or she was going to end up walking in to the glass surroundings of the mall soon.

Looking up when he spoke, the blonde haired girl shrugged. "What do people usually do on a 'date' anyway? Isn't it just hanging out? Except those two people just happen to be an item?" Melody finally said, a purse on her lips as she considered her words. Well, wasn't it? She and Kirk were hanging out now, but if he didn't mention about it being a date, Melody would have never considered it what. Yet, outsiders looking in would probably call it just that. So what was a definition in a date afterall?

Her eyes widened when he suddenly perked up, and followed after him towards the small coffee shop, with quaint decorations painted white, looking for all the world like the Queen of England would be taking her tea time break here. As they stepped in, a chorus of welcomes broke out, and Melody's hazel eyes took in all that was to see as they were ushered to a seat for two by a little corner, before the little booklets of menus was slipped in front of them. Raising her brows at Kirk, she grinned. "Do people only eat on dates?" she asked finally, amusement lacing her words as she picked up the menu and scanned the offerings.

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[Kirk Dorrans]

Well, yeah…” Kirk said after she gave out her point. Dates were like hanging out, but first ones were different, usually. Especially if both kids didn’t have a lot of previous experience. And even if they did, there was usually a fair bit on tension and romance in them. “But people kiss on dates. Hold hands and do other stuff. Especially when the ones on the date have absolutely no experience…” He continued, staring at her pointedly. “Now I know we can’t do any of that stuff…”

[/color] He followed up, laughing a bit because of the weirdness of that. “But I really want to let you feel the clumsiness of it all. It’s very silly really. Whereas we’ve been like brother and sister the whole time.” He finished as they entered the coffee shop.

“You like it?” He asked Mel as he smiled right back at the waiters who had greeted them. Real polite, these guys. Taking a seat at where he was directed, he looked around. He had been here before, and well, the decorations always managed to make an impression on him. White and rather regal, he enjoyed just looking around while he held a steaming cup of coffee. “No way. If that were true, then I need to be on a date twenty-four-seven…” Kirk said, laughing as he put down his menu. He had a regular order here, and he was sure that the waiters remembered, as one of them was working part time from the Academy. “Oi Matt!” He called the aforementioned waiter, smiling at the older youth.

“Give me the usual, please.” He said, as Matt responded, “Sure thing, man.” , after which, he ran off to get it. In case anyone was wondering, the usual was a cheap cup of coffee with quite a bit of sugar and cream. Perhaps he’d try something new later, after Mel ordered. Turning back to Mel, he said, “So, what’ll you have? Coffee here’s great, but the fancy ones are kind of… expensive.” Hmm. Perhaps he’d offer something just to make it seem more like that date. “But it’s my treat anyway, so you can go crazy.” Kirk added, smiling gently and winking.

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[Melody Moreau]

Listening with a cocked head, Melody had to admit he had his logic. The idea of kissing still sent shivers up her spine though, way too personal for her own liking. But holding hands? Well, she could so that. She guess, if given enough time. Clumsiness? Odd how Kirk, who was probably the biggest playboy Melody ever known, would've called dating a clumsy activity. Though the fact that they were acting more like siblings then anything did make sense.

Nodding her head when she asked about her opinion on the little cafe, Melody flashed him a smile as she sat down at her spot, and then laughed at his next comment. "Your permanent dating spot would be in the kitchens, I guess you'd be beyond joyous there." the blonde haired girl teased, before her hazel eyes perused the menu that had been placed in front of her. Looking at the illustrations and offerings, she suddenly had some sudden craving for a sweet dessert... Cheesecake? Oh, definitely.

Looking up again when Kirk leaned closer to ask her about her order, she pursed her lips. "I don't fancy coffee though. Can I have just tea and a cheesecake please?" Melody requested with a questioning look at a waiter whom had suddenly materialized beside their table. With a quick nod, the vest-cladded worker gathered their menus and scuttered away to get to her order, as Melody leaned back in her rattan chair seat, her eyes roaming as she did so.

"So, what else do they do on dates anyway? So far,its pretty uneventful." melody finally spoke, her gaze eventually flickering back to rest on Kirk as she did so. To be honest, the gifted girl had no knowledge whatsoever on activies to be done on a date, and to make matters worst, her conversational skills weren't exactly top notch either. Hence why Melody was so prone to being awkward and unsure of what to do in situations.

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[Kirk Dorrans]

Nodding along as he laughed at her next jibe, he reply was quick and at his expense. “That would be heaven. Food and girls for the rest of my life.” He sighed a dreamy sigh, and put his chin on his hand as it was supported by his elbow, resting on the table. He then put on a faraway look, as if he was in deep, pleasant thought. It was all a big show, of course. “Wonderful.” He smiled after a moment, still chuckling as he listened to her order. The tea he didn’t care for at this time, as he only had it in the mornings, but cheesecake! Yum!

Leaning in slightly and putting on a small pout, Kirk began to talk in an overly-nice tone. “You’ll share, right?” He laughed, though his request was quite serious. He wouldn’t be able to bear watching her eat a slice of luscious cheesecake right in front of him, while he was stuck with coffee, which although was pleasant on its own, was simply on another level when combined with the dessert. “Besides. Too much of that will get you bloated…” He added, grinning, just in case his previous attempt didn’t work. Though he failed to see how that next comment would tip the scales in his favour.

They were silent for a moment, as the waiter came and took Mel’s order, and it was the girl who spoke next. Kirk sniggered at it, thinking of all the things he had done on previous dates. “Well, it’s not safe to share it with you… What I usually do anyway.” He said, grinning still, his tone implying that he thought Mel was far too innocent to discuss the details with. “But as you said. It’s all fun and games; hanging out. I’ve never really had a serious girl before, so I guess I’m pretty knew to this serious date thing myself.” Kirk shrugged, chattering away as they waited for their orders. “And dear lady, that hurts, you know.” He added, sticking his tongue out slightly at her as she mentioned that it’s been uneventful. Which implied boring. “Sorry. It’s just that I can’t show off my full repertoire here.” He semi – apologized. It was partly truthful; Kirk was um… more adept at the physical side of this.

Thankfully, he was saved from explaining any further as their orders had arrived. Matt the waiter brought it, and Kirk smiled in gratitude. “Mmm…” He hummed after he took a sip off the steaming mug. He eyed the cheesecake as he took another sip, the cup very hot against his hands. The coffee itself was still almost scalding, but Kirk couldn’t wait, and was rewarded by a scorched throat as the liquid came down. Coughing slightly, he laughed at his own foolishness. “So. You’ll share, right?” He asked, repeating his earlier question in that same tone.

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[Melody Moreau]

The overly-nice tone was something Melody was more then used to, and at that voice, gave the guy sitting opposite her a raised, skeptical brow. "We'll see." she replied with a mysterious, half-teasing grin. Of course, Melody wouldn't finish teh whole darn cake by herself, but she did like to watch his reaction when she denied him access to her food sometimes. Rolling her eyes at the last comment, Melody finally leaned back in her chair and gave Kirk a look of feigned amusement when he mysteriously denied telling her what he usually did on his dates. Honestly, she may repel the touch of a male, but did he think she was that naive?

Shaking her head, she mockingly snickered at him. "Please, Dorrans. You don't know half of what I know." she taunted with a grin. Of course, though Melody did know the basic of what a guy and a girl usually did, she wasn't about to divulge that that was about all she knew. What Kirk didn't know wouldn't hurt him afterall.

"So what? Are you the one teaching me, or am I your guinea pig now?" she smirked, and then rolled her eyes again when he mentioned how she saying it was uneventful hurt him. "Please," Melody began. "You have skin the thickness of an alligator. It would take more then that to 'hurt' you in any way." she mocked even more, grinning as she did so. Waving her hand as if dismissing he's last comment. "Its probably just because you have nothing else in that barren, wasteland of a male brain of yours anyway." the girl finished, just as the waiters came up with their orders.

Her eyes immediately headed to the cheesecake she had ordered being placed in front of her. Melody was a huge sucker for cakes, cheesecake being at the top of her list. Even the aroma of the Earl Gray that had been set next to her hardly distracted the blonde haired female. Picking up the silver fork set beside her, the girl picked off the first piece and placed it in her mouth, before grinning tauntingly when Kirk asked to share. "That depends. Should I? You've taught me nothing so far though..." she ended up trailing off knowingly, giving him a cheeky look as she did so.

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[Kirk Dorrans]

“What d’you mean ‘we’ll see’?”Kirk asked rather piteously, though he couldn’t help but to think he was falling into the same trick once again. Be threatened by the thought of food withdrawal, and then beg for it, even though she probably would have given him some anyway. But it’s better to be safe than sorry, especially when it comes to cheesecake. But he dropped it for the moment, after Mel teasingly said that he didn’t know half of what she did. “Well, that’s true.” He blurted out loud, as he had been thinking that she was way smarter than him. “Um. I mean. Blah. Smarty.” He said in defeat, glaring at her like a beaten kid. Kirk had found himself stuttering, a bit shocked once he realized that she was talking about matters that he thought she had no idea about. That was a bit of a bomb, and he was curious as to the extent of her knowledge.

What if… Nah. Could that be possible? But she’s scared of contact! Maybe… Damn it.

That was a view into Kirk’s current train of thought, which was more confused than it usually was. Deciding tentatively that Mel didn’t know too much, Kirk then listened to her. “A bit of both really…” Kirk admitted sheepishly, shrugging. She was on a roll here, keeping his ego in check with stinging comments. “But we can both learn here.” He pressed on, defending his initial idea, which did sound rather foolish at the moment. So much for imparting his knowledge, which in hindsight, was pretty shallow to begin with.

Ah. The wonders of a fragile ego.

He continued to listen to Melody’s mocking comments, though he began to grin as she picked on him. “Whatever. I have feelings too.” He replied, though he couldn’t directly deny that accusation. He did have a strong resistance to shame and embarrassment. “Whereas yours is probably filled with unicorns and rainbows and Prince Charmings.” He continued cheekily after she accused him of having an empty guy brain. “Sexist.” He mutters, though he knew he was being hypocritical. Ah well. They’d share a good laugh after that anyway.

Melody then put her fork to the cake and then to her mouth, and Kirk watched with his mouth open in jealously. That looked simply heavenly. She then implied that this date hadn’t been a learning experience, and that she hadn’t learned anything. Which was probably true. Kirk then hurriedly replied. “Well, I can teach you this!” He leaned forward, opened his mouth slightly, and winked at her. “Feed me a bite please, dear.” He said in a tone that he hoped was charming enough. Though this was a tad embarrassing even for him, as evidenced by a slight pink hue creeping to his cheeks, it would be a learning experience, and he’d get a bit of cheesecake for his efforts…

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