Liam McKenzie: *late night drive home, hes slumped lazily in a booth with cup of coffee hugged in one hand, slight scruff on his face, long hair loose and faded blue jeans on, reading the paper*

Troy Lawrence: He walks up to the door, pushing it open and holding it momentarily. The young lawyer-on-the-rise is looking particularly well-tailored today, in a JNY Taupe tailored Suit, blue multi-striped dress shirt, and a siena tie, all nicely set on his body. The blonde hair is perfectly coiffed.  He appears to be in an exceptionally good mood, for him, dampened only by recent events surrounding the park in the last fews days...but even there, there is opportunity.

Marie Delacourt: Marie floats into the cafe ahead of Troy. Her dainty, heart shaped face is framed by a shining fall of silver-blond waves that tumbles over her delicate shoulders and froths in artful disarray that took hours, to the small of her back, the very ends brushing the soft swell of her hips at their longest point. Her sleek, willowy body is wrapped in a long, ankle sweeping dress of soft, lavender chiffon that spills in translucent layers from a high, empire waisted bodice. Tiny slippers adorn her perfect little feet.

Liam McKenzie: *baby blues barely give a glance up and over at the suit coming in, the girl does get a blinking look though for a moment before he goes back to his paper, taking a sip of coffee*

Troy Lawrence: As Marie steps in, he follows close behind, a hand coming to rest lightly between her shoulderblades. He looks around the cafe...not what he would be used to. His lips gives the slightest quirk downward, but it's gone quickly.

Marie Delacourt: "It is what is open," she says gently, glancing over her shoulder at Troy with a small, sweet smile, hand touching his cheek lightly at that quick little frown. "And it is the only time we will get to spend together today as I have rehearsals all day long and you have work."

Troy Lawrence: "I know, my dear," he says with a nod, and a brief smile. "I was just thinking the place is ill-suited for your presence."

Liam McKenzie: *done with that section, he folds it up, carefully, and sets it down along with the coffee, yawning and stretching good with a soft rumble at the end, running fingers lazily through his hair and flicking a glance back over at the pretty couple again briefly*

Marie Delacourt: "And I think you place too great a value on my presence," she says gently as she slips her arm through Troy's, fingers resting very lightly on the back of his arm. "I see one open table. There," she adds, pointing daintily towards a table near LIam's booth.

Troy Lawrence: "Allow me to disagree on the first part of that," he responds with a chuckle. He nods and heads to the table indicated, looking over at Liam as he approaches the nearby table.

Marie Delacourt: "You may disagree all you like but that makes it no less true." She laughs brightly, luminous blue eyes beneath finely arched sable brows regarding Liam curiously.

Troy Lawrence: "Ahh, but in the purview of the law, whoever makes the better argument makes the statement true. And I believe we have already covered that."

Liam McKenzie: *sighing, slipping in another soft yawn and stretch as he looks away and rolls his eyes slightly, shaking his head as if clearing it...noting the look from troy he gives a nod, just a freindly acknowledgement gesture, nothing more...the same to marie, though there is a hint of a smile faintly to his lips in the nod to her before he looks away and finishes off his coffee, hand going up to signal the waitress for more*

Marie Delacourt: She nods graciously to Liam, as if bestowing on him some favor and moves to a chair, her eyes settling on Troy once again. "I shall not argue with you, Troy." She smiles. "Argument is your life's work and there is no way with which I could hope to acquit myself with your skill. Therefore, I shall let the matter rest."

Troy Lawrence: "Thank you. The prosecution rests." Liam gets little more then a look and, yes, a slightest of nods. He guides Marie into the booth, and takes a seat opposite to her.

Marie Delacourt: She slides into the booth gracefully and crosses her long legs beneath the table, wincing, just slightly as her toes graze along Troy's calf. "Do you know the young man?"

Liam McKenzie: *a slight quirk to his lips now, theyre sitting nearby, he cant help but hear even if hes not looking at them now, thanking the waitress when more coffee is poured, he starts putting the paper sections back together slowly but surely*

Troy Lawrence: He looks over his shoulder at Liam once more, as if to make sure. "No...I cannot say that I do." He looks back around. "There is a vague familiarity...perhaps I have seen him somewhere in passing...but no more then that." Whether that is a good or bad thing in Troy's mind, he leaves fairly undetectable.

Marie Delacourt: Marie's blue eyes settle on Liam, studying him quietly from beneath pale lashes. "He is comely enough," she murmurs, the faintest of smiles on her lips as her eyes slide towards Troy. "My mother would say that he is deliscious."

Troy Lawrence: The faintest flick of something in his eyes, hard to tell if there was imagined or not. "I didn't take notice. I suppose, in a certain...fashion." He moves to retrieve a menu from the holder at the end of the table and look through it.

Liam McKenzie: *tha paper folded and such again, he looks over to the two once more(something about either of them, especially the guy, eh well), shrugging before holding up the paper in offering towards them(new york times)*

Marie Delacourt: She reaches across the table, fingertips brushing the back of his hand where it holds the menu in a light caress.

Troy Lawrence: He looks back, at the newspaper, and shrugs, taking it. His own was ruined by the automatic sprinklers this morning. "Thank you," he says with a slight nod.

Marie Delacourt: "Very naughty of the sprinklers." Smiling, she sips at her water, never once having glanced at the menu.

Marie Delacourt: ((BAH! DLP! I read that so wrong!))

Smiling, she sips at her water, never once having glanced at the menu.

Liam McKenzie: welcome....*another nod, slight warm smile to the man as he gets up to hand it to him , jacket and cup of coffee still at the booth as he walks towards the bathrooms, graceful liquid movements*

Troy Lawrence: "Very naughty of the idiot paper boy to not make sure the plastic wrap is properly surrounding the Times. I have already spoken with the Delivery manager...perhaps further action is called for."

Marie Delacourt: Her eyes widen slightly and her head turns to track Liam as he glides towards the bathroom.

Troy Lawrence: ((Oh, he'd have grumbled about it all the way over...s'all good. *G*))

Marie Delacourt: "Perhaps," she murmurs absently.

Troy Lawrence: He frowns, briefly, as Marie looks after Liam. Teeth don't QUITE grit. He sets the paper down and leans back in the booth, posture flawless.

Marie Delacourt: "He must dance," she says softly, bringing her eyes back to Troy, head canting to oneside as she lifts a hand to brush her hair away from the side of her face, settling it behind one lean shoulder.

Troy Lawrence: "Mmm." He picks up the menu once more, his legs crossing under the table, Kenneth Cole Lace-Ups brushing Marie's lower leg.

Liam McKenzie: (*baps and curses connection* behave!*G*) *soon enough he comes back, stopping by the counter where the register is and ordering a muffin to take with back to his booth...chocolate chip.....barely giving a glance to the other two as he sits, picking at the muffin top and sipping coffee*

Marie Delacourt: She frowns slightly, teeth catching at her lower lip. She shifts her foot so that it is in no danger of brushing against his leg but settles her calf more firmly against his foot. "If you would like I believe I can meet you this evening for dinner," she offers softly.

Troy Lawrence: "That would be most enjoyable, Marie." He looks up to her and nods, smiling a bit. "I think I should like that very much."

Marie Delacourt: The frown melts into a dazzling little smile. "As would I. You know that, yes?"

Troy Lawrence: "I do, of course." He inclines his head, his smile gaining warmth to it. "Shall we set a time, then? When will you be available, my dear?"

Marie Delacourt: "Well, I have rehearsal until five," she murmurs thoughtfully. "You could arrive at my home at seven thirty?" Smiling, she dips her hand into the little, previously unnoticed clutch and pulls out a single key, laying it gently on the table between them.

Liam McKenzie: *slumping back into his booth seat again, his jacket slips out onto the ground slightly, the waitress when she comes by tripping over it with a yelp, the remains of egg and toast and syrup on the couple of plates she was carrying going flying*

Marie Delacourt: Marie gasps, feeling something wet and unpleasant smack the back of her head. The vibrant blue eyes widen in shock as she then notices syrup running down her arm.

Troy Lawrence: He considers. "My meeting with Judge Suarez is at four P.M., so I should be out of that by five-fifteen or five thirty..." He nods. "That is quite doable." He places his hand over the key, sliding it over and picking it up.

Troy Lawrence: d10: WP: 7,9,3,4,8,

Marie Delacourt: The dainty young woman stands, her expression torn between outrage and utter mortification. Full lips press into a tight trembling line as her graceful body goes utterly rigid. She inhales deeply, pale cheeks flushing. "I would like to speak with the manager," she says, voice tight and controlled.

Troy Lawrence: His body stiffens as he sees the whole thing. "Marie, are you all right?" He looks over at the waitress, a deep scowl comes to his face and green eyes darkening, considerably. "Wet towel. Now. And your manager." He rises from his seat, towering over the waitress in presence (and probably stature) as he moves to the other side of the table.

Marie Delacourt: "No, I am not all right. I believe I have egg and any number of other disgusting things in my hair and on my very expensive dress. I must be to rehearsal in just under an hour and a half..."

Liam McKenzie: *hearing the crash resulting, he cringes, then turns to look, seeing who it happened to he cringes more, then gets up to head over and help carefully, the girl probably in tears and nodding as she heads off from the intimidating presence.....liam looks to troy and marie and sighs, shaking his head as he nabs the extra napkins he had from the muffin, taking his water glass and wetting the napkins down to offer towards marie* ma'am.....if you like I could see what I can get for you.....*looking to troy briefly as well as if seeing if hed want to help her first/instead*

Troy Lawrence: "Of course," he says to her, attempting to sooth her. He looks back at the waitress, to ensure she is moving with proper haste, then back to Marie. "Turn around, my dear. Let me see."

Troy Lawrence: "We're quite all right, thank you," he says to Liam, the voice terse, nearly a snap. He takes the napkins from Liam.

Marie Delacourt: She turns slowly, almost jerkily, blue eyes squeezing tightly closed. "Please hurry, it feels hideous," she murmurs, eyes opening to regard Liam. She thrusts out her syrup coated arm at him.

Marie Delacourt: ((Delete the thrusting out of the arm!))

Troy Lawrence: He immediately starts applying the napkin to Marie's arm off as quickly as possible, attempting to get it off with speed, yet without making it worse.

Liam McKenzie: yeeeeah.....right.....oookay whatever......youre welcome I guess?*hand hesitating there after the napkins are nabbed like that, brow raising, looking between the two quietly for a moment before shaking his head and moving slowly back to his booth*

Marie Delacourt: "The dress will never come clean," she says softly, her body trembling.

Troy Lawrence: "The proper dry-cleaning, it will be fine, I promise you." He can't count the number of times he's gotten bloodstains out of his clothes. Syrup can't be worse. He looks over to Liam as he cleans the woman off. "Sir...if you could, would you see what is taking that idiot waitress so long?"

Marie Delacourt: She nips her lower lip and nods mutely at Troy's words. "How bad is my hair," she asks softly, sounding on the verge of tears.

Troy Lawrence: "It's..." He purses his lips, and picks a piece of egg out of her hair. This is one screwed waitress. "It is not so bad, Marie. Perhaps...it would be better if you missed rehearsal."

Liam McKenzie: *paused before sitting, he sighs, takes a moment to turn around and look, blinking slowly, snorting softly* yeah.......sure...of course.....'sir',*said as he starts towards the counter where a few patrons and waitresses are looking* Ill go check on the waitress who Im sure did it on purpose and isnt in the back a bit scared at the thought of coming back out here to help you......

Marie Delacourt: "Yes. Perhaps. Besides it is only the principals that will be dancing today."

Troy Lawrence: A scowl goes to Liam. Purposeful or not certainly doesn't matter to him...it is fault that matters.

Marie Delacourt: "You seem angry with him," she observes gently, resisting the urge to throw her sticky self into Troy's arms.

Troy Lawrence: "Never mind him." He doesn't much seem to consider Liam worth discussing at the moment...not with egg pieces still in Marie's hair, and some syrup left to clean off. He finishes up with the syrup, and then gets to the egg. "There...it's not so bad."

Liam McKenzie: *he makes his way into the back, hes there often enough, coming back out not long after with a soft sigh and set to his jaw(controlled), wet and dry towels in hand that he hands towards troy*

Marie Delacourt: "Thank you," she murmurs to Liam, her lean, dancer's frame still tight and trembling. She glances over her shoulder to Troy. "Truly not so bad?"

Troy Lawrence: "Thank you." He takes the towels from Liam...not snached away as before, but rather normally taken. The gratitude, though grudging, is not as sullen, and he starts to dab a wet towl on syrup-laden parts of her dress.

Troy Lawrence: "Truly," he assures her, a comforting smile breaking through the scowl.

Marie Delacourt: She relaxes slowly, that single word and his warm smile easing the trembling in her muscles. "Must you go to work today?"

Troy Lawrence: He takes a deep breath, considering her request. So much to do...the Giardini attacks, First Defense...but most of it is meetings that can be conducted as conference calls or simple phone calls. And he has his laptop... "I must go in for an hour or so, at least...but that can wait untli much later in the day."

Marie Delacourt: The smile she favors him with is warm enough to melt even the iciest heart and utterly adoring.

Liam McKenzie: youre welcome.....*taking a deep breath and sighing softly...easing a bit when the thank you isnt as terse as the origional.....he nabs out his wallet and takes out a few 20's, holding them out towards troy in offering* here....theres a decent place off broadway that deals with delicates and dancers gear special...*thinking the dress must have been a costume or something having heard her talking about rehearsal* this should cover it.....

Troy Lawrence: He looks at the money, then shakes his head. "I would not impose upon you for another's mistake, good Sir. I thank you for the the mention of the place, though. Do you know the name?"

Marie Delacourt: She smiles sweetly at Liam. "Thank you, Mr...?"

Liam McKenzie: it was an accident, and Id rather I pay for it than it come out of her paycheck or something, considering she works hard enough for it.......*shaking his head slowly, not aggressive, but not backing right down either*.....and the place is percelli's.....wedged between a point shoe store and some small hole in the wall restaurant....

Liam McKenzie: *looking to marie, he nods gently at the thank you* Liam....Liam McKenzie ma'am.....and its no problem...*said between them both now*

Marie Delacourt: She glances to Troy and waits. If he introduces her then all is well, if not, she overstepped her bounds.

Troy Lawrence: "Percelli's." He nods, committing the name to memory. "As for the money...while I thank you, Mr. McKenzie, it is not necessary. As a courtesy to you, compensation will not be demanded from the restaraunt." He sets the towel down, the dress being as clean as it's going to get, and extends his hand to Liam. "Troy Lawrence. And this is Marie Delacourt."

Liam McKenzie: thank you, Mr Lawrence....*he seems alot more at ease now, calmed even as he nods, slowly putting the money back in his wallet, taking troys hand with his own warm firm grip and shaking it* Miss Delacourt....*another nod to them both...seems someones slapped manners in his head at some point in time*

Marie Delacourt: "Mr. McKenzie," she murmurs, offering him her graceful hand.

Troy Lawrence: He shakes the hand...firm, strong lawyer's grip...and then releases it, placing his hand over the small of Marie's back as she offers her hand.

Marie Delacourt: She leans lightly into Troy's hand.

Liam McKenzie: *he delicately takes her hand, raising it gently, very gentlemanly(what being the only male in a house of 4 older females growing up wont do eh?), before lowering it again(a slight smile to her, and yeah...even to troy) and letting go of it*

Marie Delacourt: "Thank you for the assistance Mr. McKenzie. It truly is appreciated. Perhaps, if would give Troy your phone number and address I can see about getting you tickets to the New York City ballet?"

Troy Lawrence: He looks at Marie for a moment, and then to Liam with a nod. "Yes, indeed. I think I should be happy to get your phone number, Mr. McKenzie."

Liam McKenzie: the new york city ballet?*that gets a definate 'blinkblink WOW' look as he looks at her, definate awed and somewhat wistful/wishful* oh...thats, theyre difficult to get this time of year, thats ok, really...you dont have to......*looking between her and troy now, raising a slight brow for a moment, then sighing soft and shrugging as he nods* oookay....lemme see...*reaching into a pocket of the jacket, he nabs out a pen and then nabs a paper placemat from nearby, writing his cell number out*

Marie Delacourt: "I'm allowed a certain number of tickets per show. Its truly no trouble at all."

Marie Delacourt: "Besides, I am sure you would perhaps enjoy a December showing of the Nutcracker."

Troy Lawrence: He waits, silent and perfectly composed, awaiting the phone number.

Liam McKenzie: *handing the paper to troy with the number on it, he catches the bit about the nutcracker and seems even more in awe*..I........oh..wow...*half murmuring to himself* eddie and miette would flip to see that...thats....thats very gracious of you Miss Delacourt...really...

Marie Delacourt: "It is my pleasure," she murmurs sincerely, smiling, he pale cheeks flushing with pleasure.

Troy Lawrence: He pauses at the names. "Eddie and Miette." He looks at the man, a blonde brow arching. "Eddie Sturke?"

Troy Lawrence: ((Kicks the E out))

Liam McKenzie: you have my utmost respect miss delacourt..really..Ive......*pauses for a moment as if to figure how to word this* heard how hard it is and disciplined you have to be to even think of being able to get into that company......*something unspoken in his eyes even though he smiles warmly, when he hears troy he blinks, his own brow arching, and nods slowly* yes.....thats her last name.....*maybe a touch protective, but he keeps calm* how do you know her?*just curious now*

Marie Delacourt: Marie steps back and shifts so she can curl her unsyruped arm through one of Troy's, leaning on him ever so slightly. ((10 min warning))

Troy Lawrence: "I am...in a special interest group with her, Miss Laidan, and Joshua Coil. A Park Conservation group."

Marie Delacourt: She presses dainty fingers to her lips, smiling.

Liam McKenzie: *the way troy terms it his lips twitch and he nods* ah....yeah.....familiar with that there group you could say......especially miss laidan....*not mentioning the fact he thinks josh hates him for some reason or another*

Marie Delacourt: And Marie will remain silent for the remainder of the conversation, listening politely as any good young woman of breeding should.

Troy Lawrence: "Of course." He nods a little bit in acknowledgment. "An unexpected serendipity, albeit caused by an very unfortunate calamity."

Liam McKenzie: yeah, those would be good words for it..*his smile is warmer and comes a bit easier now*

Troy Lawrence: He nods a little bit, his own expression perfectly, directed as it is toward Liam and not Marie, where it is warmer. "How do you know Eddie, Miette, and company?"

Liam McKenzie: Eddie is my fiancee.......miette and the kids are just.....wonderful.....*he cant help but smile again , especially thinking about any of them*

Liam McKenzie: (ack...miette and company....hed almost say kids but then switch to company instead*G*)

Troy Lawrence: "Your fiancee." He tilts his head a little, face remaining perfectly even. Not a twitch. "Interesting."

Liam McKenzie: well...thats....one term for it, yeah....*blinking, curious brow raised again even though the smile remains* interesting? how so?

Troy Lawrence: "Oh, I assure you, I do not mean it as a negative, Mr. McKenzie. It's simply...very interesting the things one learns about one's close associates."

Liam McKenzie: I.....yeah...I guess so.....*blinking but smiling*

Troy Lawrence: He gives Liam a polite smile. "I keep attempting to go out and spend time with the children--Miette is part of my extended family, after all--but I have been rather busy, I'm afraid. I hope to make a trip out there in the very near future."

Liam McKenzie: miette is a wonderful little angel*its easy to tell and obvious the man adores the littlest one* the others(which would be named properly if player had a better memory*G*) are great kids as well....I just hope.....they'll be able to trust and be...well...somewhat normal kids someday....*definate concern for them in his eyes* I hope they had fun at the halloween celebration eddie and I took them to in the village where Im from...my mom and sisters adore them all...

Troy Lawrence: ((S'all good. Amador, Zeke, and Salome *S*)) "That is my hope, as well." He nods.

Liam McKenzie: maybe someday......but...Im keepng you and miss delacourt mr lawrence....*said with a quiet smile after a few moments, no mistaking he cares for the kids*

Troy Lawrence: He inclines his head in acknowledgement. "As you say, Mr. McKenzie...the sentiment is appreciated. A pleasure meeting you...good day." He extends his hand once more in farewell

Liam McKenzie: *he takes troys hand with a warmer shake and grip this time* have a good one as well...

Troy Lawrence: He nods to the man, then turns, guiding Marie out of the cafe. To go straight home, and get her cleaned up. A dress needs to go to dry cleaning, as well.

Liam McKenzie: *another check on the waitress before he pays for his order , eventually heading out the door having left a decent tip on the table*