Dorian Hobbs (PT): oh! what does he do that he needs an assistant. *peers at Angel's midsection* hello, baby!

Izzy Malloy: *Covers her mouth, giggling as she answers the question in her filthy little mind*

Angel Hope: She chuckles softly and touches Dorian's head. "He's just...Busy."

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *blinks up to Izzy with a grin* what's funny? did a butterfly wake up in your hair and tickle you?

Dorian Hobbs (PT): so am i! i'm always busy. so much to do, so much to see! so much to ~learn~!! *eyes sparkling with glee*

Angel Hope: ((BRB - gotta check on Nyte!))

Dorian Hobbs (PT): ((okies! *sets out kitten treats*))

Izzy Malloy: Dorian: Yup. They're always doin' that.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *nods soberly* oh, i know! it's usually interesting, though. you never do know what kind's going to show off its wings. do they come out sometimes while you're sleeping and wake you up by tickling your nose?

Angel Hope: She chuckles, listening to them. ((He's so cute and soooooo skittish. *SIGH*))

Dorian Hobbs (PT): ((*snuggles ya both* he'll settle down eventually. *G*))

Izzy Malloy: Mmmm, nope. Dat's usually my eyebrows comin' back after a night of smokin'...

Angel Hope: Her brow arches slightly and she shakes her head, not quite able to follow their conversation.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *wrinkles her nose* ew! i set my hair on fire once. it was interesting. but i think i learned enough from the one time. maybe!

Izzy Malloy: Dorian: It's best to err on the side of caution...

Dorian Hobbs (PT): "caaaaaaautioooon......" *draws the word out as if tasting it. purses her lips thoughtfully* mmmm, no. it's probably safest to err on that side, but it's a lot more boring. better to learn and live than to sit like a lump of stale goo! *nodding earnestly, a hand rising to catch her hat before it falls off*

Angel Hope: "Just, no more hair on fire. That's...Scary."

Izzy Malloy: *Looks to Angel* Keep her away from the fireplace, I think

Angel Hope: "Probably best, yes."

Dorian Hobbs (PT): oh, no. *assures them both* i won't burn my hair tonight. *cheery blink. she didn't say she wouldn't try to burn ANY hair. or that she'd not try to burn hers for some reason tomorrow*

Angel Hope: "Thank you," she says, offering Dorian a sweet smile.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *giggles* you're welcome! *blinks* i want...pie! *looks about as if some will suddenly materialize*

Angel Hope: "PIe?"

Angel Hope: ((I think we lost Rusty))

Dorian Hobbs (PT): ((meep!!!! *droops*)) yes. pie. *nods* pie's good for you. it's got eggs and flour and milk and fruit! those are supposed to be healthy, since that's protein, dairy, grains, and veggie-ish stuff. so it must be good for you. *a brief pause to ponder* well. some pie has fruit. some have chocolate! and eight ounces of dark chocolate a day is very good for your heart.

Angel Hope: "You're quite the little encyclopedia of food..."

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *blinks cheerily* i know a lot of things about things. and i like eating. i like shiny things, too. *eyes dart toward those coveted tassles for a moment*

Angel Hope: "Ah." Her eyes flick down and she grins, tossing her cup into the garbage before untying the cheap rope belt and offering it to Dorian.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *squeals and pounces, snatching for the belt with bright, eager eyes and fondling it happily* oh, you're simply divine! *and hugs the woman. yes, the woman she just met. right out on the street. quite empathically*

Angel Hope: Angel laughs and hugs her back gently, stroking her hair. "You're welcome, sweeting."

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *a delighted little bit of a wiggle* oh, i do think i like you. *nods cheerily* shall we go hunting for Pie together?

Gregory Cash: The man makes his way down the street, his eyes calmly flicking about the vicinity as he does, a coffee in his right hand. He's maybe 30, 35 years of age, tall and well-proportioned, with short black hair and a matching goatee. His dress is a crimson poet's shirt, the same color as the curtains, over a pair of black leather pants. A heavy black coat completes the ensamble, along with a pair of knee-high boots, soft leather. His eyes are a deep, dark green, skin a bronzed tan.

Angel Hope -> Gregory Cash: ((do you need Angel's descrip? *chuckle* Cause I so forgot to cut and paste it.))

Angel Hope: "I'm not so sure about pie, but I could definitely go for some chocolate icecream with fudge."

Dorian Hobbs (PT): ((*looks for the curtains!* need a DD of the bitty bit?))

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *laughs* why not have both? and sprinkles? *a gamine grin*

Angel Hope: "Oooh...And roast beef."

Gregory Cash: ((Please, Dorian))

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *She's a veritable microbe of a female, standing as tall as she can at a slender four feet, five inches. Her skin is slightly olive, and her hair is long, straight, and a funny, furlike shade of brown. Twinkling eyes are very dark, almost black--either filled with earnest mischeif or foggy with thoughts of somewhere, somewhen, else. She wears glasses set in plain brown lenses. The young woman's face is thin, with sharp cheekbones and a short, round-tipped nose. She favors jeans or slacks, long-sleeved white blouses, and likes to accessorize with a tailed tux jacket and tophat--both of which are battered and patched. In nasty weather, she wears and actual greatcoat, with the sleeves and hem scissored away so she doesn't trip over them.*

Dorian Hobbs (PT): or ham. i like ham! and peanuts. *bounces eagerly and scopes the street. ignoring the cafe behind them* where shall we start our hunt?

Angel Hope: She frowns thoughtfully, brows furrowed. "I'm not sure..."

Gregory Cash: He glances up, an adoring smile coming to his face as he heads in the direction ot Angel and Dorian. The smile doesn't, perhaps not surprisingly, seem to be directed at Dorian, who he hasn't really seem to noticed as of yet...his eyes are only for Angel.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): maybe the boot man will know! *points cheerily toward Gregory*

Angel Hope: "Gregory," she calls, her face lighting up beautifully as Dorian turns her attention to him.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *giggles merrily and scopes the guy out.* goodness. he's as tall as a troll! a veritable mountain of masculinity. i want boots like those...*eyes them greedily*

Gregory Cash: "Good evening, dear Beauty." He smiles warmly to Angel, coming up and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "How are you?" A quick glance and polite nod goes to Dorian.

Angel Hope: "Wonderful now," she murmurs, turning to kiss his lips softly and slowly. "He is, isn't he," she asks, smiling at Dorian as she slips her arm around Gregory's waist.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): hello, Boots! are you a Puss? *a cheerful blink* did you know that Persians used to bury their dead in buckets shaped like boots? i wonder if they used the litterbox.

Gregory Cash: He looks back to Dorian as an arm slides around Angel's shoulder, regarding her with amusement. "I don't imagine they did. Hello." He extends a hand to her. "I'm Gregory. Nice to meet you."

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *takes his hand and looks it over curiously. not shaking it. examining it* i'm Claudia Rowel!

Angel Hope: Angel, feather-head that she is upon occasion blinks, having forgotten Dorian's name.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): why don't you imagine it? is something wrong with your creativity button? everyone should imagine everything or else nothign at all would get done, you know. *a cheery blink*

Gregory Cash: "Hello, Claudia." He takes his hand back when she doesn't shake it. "A pleasure."

Angel Hope: She frowns. That, however, didn't sound quite right.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): yep! *giggles and bounces happily, coattails swinging* we're hunting pie. and roast beef. and ice cream--with sprinkles. and ham. and peanuts. would you happen to know where such diverse prey might be found?

Gregory Cash: "I imagine pleanty, Claudia. Just not that." He raises an eyebrow, chuckling, and looks to Angel. "Not catching you at an inopportune time, am I, my love?"

Angel Hope: "Not at all, baby," she says, smiling. "Cravings," she murmurs ominously.

Gregory Cash: A brief nod to Angel, with sympathatic eyes. "Understood." He looks back to Dorian. "I'll wager that we can find a restaraunt that works for most of that."

Dorian Hobbs (PT): i crave those boots. *again looking at them lustfully. and yes, the tassled belt is still getting petted and fondled happily*

Angel Hope: "You can't have his boots, Claudia...If you get his boots, what'll he wear,"s he asks, laughing softly.

Angel Hope: ((BRB))

Gregory Cash: "I can direct you on where to buy yourself a pair," he offers helpfully enough, a hand trailling lightly over Angel's back.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): he has skin on his feet, or fur, since he's a PUss in Boots! *grins and nods happily* yes! i wnat to know where to get boots just like those.....*eyeing them again*

Angel Hope: "She's like a little crow or ferret," she murmurs, laughing softly as she leans into Gregory.

Gregory Cash: "I see that," he answers Angel, before looking to Dorian. "There's an apparel store in Brooklyn that has this kind of thing...the prices are steep, but well worthwhile."

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *somethign about that makes her grin widely* where is this place? *skips in place again, head turning to follow a woman in a shockingly BLUE coat*

Angel Hope: Angel tugs her cloak more tightly about her, smiling, listening to the two of them talk. Gregory had purchased most of her wardrobe so she'd never actually been to the shop.

Gregory Cash: "The corner of 9th and Beverly. A small little place, called Ancient Wonders."

Angel Hope: "Its where he got my clothes," she says, running hands down her soft curves, the velvet of the demi-cote soft beneath her fingers.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *suddenly strikes a pose and does a little hip-groove, singing* beverly hills! that's wehere i wanna BE! goody gumdrops! i like the name, it sounds like a fun place to learn all sorts of stuff! and....~boots~!! which are made for walking.

Angel Hope: She laughs brightly, glancing up at Gregory with a kind of 'can I keep her' look.

Gregory Cash: He smiles to Angel. "And you look exquisite in them." Another kiss is pressed to her lips, before he pulls back a bit to look to Dorian. "Give them my name, Gregory Cash. The owner there, Jacen, is a friend of mine...he'll be happy to help you out, Claudia."

Dorian Hobbs (PT): yay! *a little bit of a spin, her greatcoat clobbering a few poeple. she just gives them all a wide grin--so HAPPY!* Gregory Cash! Jacen knows his name! *sung to "beverly hills"*

Gregory Cash: He watches Dorian with bemusement, chuckling and looking back to Angel with a little shrug.

Angel Hope: She grins brightly and leans up to nuzzle along Gregory's jaw. "love you. She's too adorable isn't she?"

Dorian Hobbs (PT): i'm still all hunterish, though. *stopping suddenly and staaaaaaaaring at the pair, eyes gleaming with a blend of humor, hunger, and curiousity* we must hunt! like a pack of wolves! the ham is feeding by the light of the moon and we mustn't let it escape! *holding up a finger, over her head, to announce these facts*

Angel Hope: Angel blinks rapidly, smiling.

Gregory Cash: "She is," he agrees with a chuckle. "So, to ham-hunting it is, then?"

Dorian Hobbs (PT): yes! *nods earnestly, holding on to her precious top hat* and ice cream hunting. luckily, they graze in mixed packs. before we all puff away in this violent wind from lack of sustenance! *a toothy grin and a bounce*

Angel Hope: "Icecream," she moans playfully, trying to give it that old fashioned Zombie movie draw.

Gregory Cash: He laughs softly, and nods. "Let's away, then." He leans down to murmur to Angel. "I love you, too, by the way, dear Beauty."

Angel Hope: "I know." she smiles sweetly.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *chortles gleefully* joyful! lead the way, oh Leader of the Pack! *bows to the man, sweeping off her hat again. hair long enough to drag the ground as she bends over. she doesn't really seem to care**

Gregory Cash: "And away I shall." He moves to head along, toward the only restaraunt he knows of that one can get both ham and ice cream at.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *trots along with the pair, grinning from ear to ear* feeding time! grrrr! *growls cheerfully*

Angel Hope: Angel moves at his side, her fingers clutching at the waist of his pants as she fights for her balance on the icey sidewalk...She has to be wearing those platform boots again.

Gregory Cash: ((Off to DT Rest?))

 

RESTAURANT

Gregory Cash: The restauraut in question, more on the upscale end, is located not far from where they are...a nice place, with lots of room for privacy. Gregory follows in behind Angel, chuckling at her exuberance before he moves up to the maitre d', requesting a table for three.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *scampers in, looking around hungrily. briefly distracted by a poster stuck on the wall of the place*

Angel Hope: "My stomach is gnawing on my spine!" She grins brightly to Gregory and Dorian, bouncing lightly on he high toes of her boots.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *peers at Angel's back* it's going very slowly, so i think you've got a little more time before your legs fall off. *informs the woman cheerfully* where's the ham?

Gregory Cash: The maitre d' leads them to a small, secluded table in the back. Gregory guides Angel to a seat, pulling it out for her.

Angel Hope: She laughs. "yay!

Angel Hope: She blushes happily and sits, shrugging out of her heavy cloak. "Its a cute restaurant, gregory."

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *doesn't pull the chair out. simply wriggles into a chair fromunder the table and grins widely*

Gregory Cash: "I like it, on the rare ocassion that I go out to eat and don't get take-out or rely on you, my love," he says with a chuckle. The chair is pushed in a little, before he seats himself. The waiter passes out menus and lists a couple specials...nothing with ham or ice cream, sadly. More steak and crab-ish.

Angel Hope: "Oooh...Crab legs," she murmurs, almost drooling, her eyes fixed on the menu.

Gregory Cash: "Get whatever you like, my love. And you too, Dorian. My treat."

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *eyes the waiter,not bothering with the menu* ham. peanuts. pie. roast beef. chocoate ice cream with fudge and sprinkles. and....hmmm...*glances to Angel* never mind the Worchestershire sauce this time. *beams happily* and a glass of cream!

Angel Hope: "I want two pounds of crablegs." She laughs. "But i'll settle for one with drawn butter."

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *beams at Gregory happily* you're just as nice as Divine Angel, Puss in Boots!

Gregory Cash: The waiter takes down the orders with a raised eyebrow, a bit non-plussed but without comment. He glances to gregory, who chuckles and orders himself a steak. "Thank you, Dorian," he says to her after the waiter has moved away.

Angel Hope: "He's better," she says, grinning.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *blows the man a kiss, along with a happy burble* what do you do other than buying stuff from Jacen for pretty Angels who've misplaced their wings? *cheery blink,reaching for the table seasonings to fiddle restlessly with them*

Angel Hope: She blushes, ducking her head as she sips at her icewater.

Gregory Cash: He laughs a little at that, a hand coming over to pat Angel's knee. "I do what I can to make her blissfully happy."

Angel Hope: "He succeeds. Being with him is like heaven."

Gregory Cash: "Oh, thank you." A little grin that he can't help at the woman's choice of words.

Angel Hope: She laughs happily, smiling over at gregory from beneath pale lashes.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *chortles softly* where did you put your halo? *which one is she speaking to?*

Gregory Cash: "Ahh, lost mine many years ago," he says with a light shrug.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): oh, you should look for it. *grins brightly* halos would make wonderful nightlights,i suspect. *refolding her napkin into an intricate pattern*

Angel Hope: "I've never had one," she says, smiling.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *laughs* of course you have one, somewhere. *nods cheerfully*

Angel Hope: "Nope," she says, shaking her head.

Gregory Cash: "Hers shines brightly at appropriate moments," he says, leaning back in his chair as he sips at his water.

Angel Hope: Her brown eyes roll and she resists the urge to stick out her tongue, taking a sip of her water instead.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *grins widely* see? he says you have one. and you said he's nicer than you. so.....he's probably right. also, i agree with him. *wriggles a bit, turning to stare at teh sparkling necklace of a woman seated across the room* ooooo.......

Angel Hope: She leans towards Gregory with a grin. "Remind me, if she ever comes over, to put the silver away," she whispers, voice definitely playfull.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): silver? where? *looks around a moment, then fastens bright, merry eyes on Angel*

Angel Hope: "The silver at home," she says, chuckling.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): where's home? *giggling, eyes dancing*

Angel Hope: She glances to Gregory, letting him field this one.

Gregory Cash: "I'll remember," he says with a chuckle. At Dorian's question, he looks to her. "Home is north of here a good ways."

Dorian Hobbs (PT): north. that's the direction of winter and death. *grins* do you live in hell, then?

Angel Hope: "No. Heaven on earth," she says softly, her hand seeking Gregory's beneath the table.

Gregory Cash: A raised eyebrow from Gregory, and he regards Dorian a moment before chuckling, a brief glance given to Angel. "No. No, not Hell. Though if you spend enough time there, you might think it." He grins.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): heaven on earth must be an interesting place. do you have cherubs runnign amok, shooting people with wee arrows tipped with hearts? *grins cheekily. and sips her cream*

Gregory Cash: "You'd be surprised."

Angel Hope: "No, we have fertility faeries."

Dorian Hobbs (PT): any place you have to stay all the time would be rather hellish. once you've scrounged up all the learning you can out of a place.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): oh, really? please, do tell them hello from me. *grins widely* i'm rather fond of fairies. it's the wings, you know. *waggles her brows* sexy!

Angel Hope: Angel laughs and sips at her water, grinning brightly.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *calmly dumps sugar into her cream and uses her butter knife to stir the result happily*

Gregory Cash: "Yes, the wings are quite nice." He smiles, looking up at the waiter as the food comes and is set out. Good thing Dorian has her own side of the table.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *beams at the spread. and begins to eat as if she's nto seen food in a month. kind enough not to simply mix everything together, after a glance to Angel. but,s he does pile ham and roast beef on the smae plate, cutting the meat up and chowing down* mmmmmm.......

Angel Hope: her eyes light up as that pile of crablegs is set before her and she, quite literally, moans in appreciation.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): may i try one? *grins* you can have some roast beef! it's delicious. tender and juicy. *gnaws a bite of ham-beef hungrily*

Dorian Hobbs (PT): i think wings would make it hard to get into some places, though. they'd catch on stuff. *samples the ice cream and hums appreciatively*

Angel Hope: "Of course," she says, gesturing at her plate.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): yay! *snags one. a nice, big, juciy-looking one. and rmemebers the roast beef. sets down a bit on top of the crab legs. and then proceeds to chew on the leg, disdaining the shell-crackers*

Angel Hope: "It...Helps to break open the shell and THEN eat the meat."

Gregory Cash: He eats quietly, watching Dorian and Angel with no small amount of gentle amusement.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): but it's much more fun this way. *gnawgnawchewCRACK! seemingly quite happy to start trying to suck out the crab meat. she does pause for another bite of ice cream*

Angel Hope: She fights with the crablegs, laughing a bit as occasionally a bit of meat goes flying across the table.

Gregory Cash: The woman's eating habits draw a quick stare, before he shakes his head a bit. "How was your day, my love?" he says with a look to Angel.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *flying crabmeat? where? what crabmeat? none such is left loose on HER side of the table. and shesucks and chews every scrap off her crableg before resuiming the devastating attack on the meat. alternating with mouthfuls of peanuts*

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *grins to Gregory* if you can't have fun wherever you are, you're boring. *as if that's the greatest sin around*

Angel Hope: "It was good," she says. "I'd intended to shop but your son or daughter decided to keep me running for the restroom most of the day," she says, chuckling.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *chuckles* i went shopping today. for books. and i found some good ones...*gloating, passing a loving hand over her briefcase*

Gregory Cash: "I'd imagine he or she is getting quite good at that," he says to Angel with a smile.

Angel Hope: She grins to Dorian. "I was looking for Holiday gifts. So hard to do between my stomach and my bladder." She smiles, utterly contented, and leans into gregory.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *shrugs* i don't have anyone to buy holy day presents for. *makes the last of the peanuts disappear, followed swiftly by the last of the meat. and then tackles the melting remains of the ice cream*

Gregory Cash: "Ahh, yes, that Holiday thing." He says it with an easy sort of chuckle, lightly teasing. "I suppose I should get to that, hmmm?"

Dorian Hobbs (PT): *tilts her bowl to scrape the last tastes of fudgey ice cream goo from the bottom*

Angel Hope: "You've probably started a month or more ago," she teases, chuckling.

Gregory Cash: He waggles eyebrows to Angel and grins.

Dorian Hobbs (PT): i'm going to buy myself more books for a present, i think. perhaps some interesting-looking other stuff. *grins brightly* what are you gettign for yourselves? *pulls the pie in front of herself and stabs off a nice taste. she didn't even ask what kind. then again, she doesn't seem to ~care~. it is Pie. and that suffices*

Gregory Cash: "Getting for myself?" He seems confused at that. "I didn't realize one bought oneself things for Christmas."

Dorian Hobbs (PT): why should everyone else have all the fun? *grins widely*