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Party Hearty (Jamie and Darkness)

Seff offered her a quizzical look, before he offered her the smallest of smiles. It was tinged with some amount of sympathy. "Just because it is not what every man goes for, doesn't make it unattractive. I was simply saying you look better with your hair down, and you're not at school right now," he said with a shrug. "Overriding one's instincts to try something new isn't always bad. If it is any consolation at all, we would not have met were it not for last night," he said, always the one to point out the silver lining, even if he had pointed out the dark situation to begin with.

He nodded to her briefly when she accepted the offer of food, and he pushed down on the gas, gliding silently out of her neighborhood, off towards a local diner.
 
Vixey didn't notice the sympathy in his smile when he offered her the smile, finishing cleaning her glasses before putting them back on. She remained silent as he spoke, one of her hands moving up to touch her hair, the silken strands running through her fingers. "I-I suppose you could have a point." she murmured before frowning slightly. That didn't really help much but he was right. If it wasn't what Zaid had done, she would of never met Seff. But she still wished the night before had never happened. She had always wanted her first time to be with someone that actually cared for her but instead it was an unwilling act with a guy that couldn't care less about how much he'd ruined her life.

As he pulled away from the driveway, she folded her hands in her lap again and slowly looked around the inside of the car. The night before it had been too dark to get a good look.
 
Seff offered her a smile, hopefully reassuring smile as they moved into the city's main street, and it was only a couple of turns off of that road until they were at the diner. However, that would take a few moments, and Seff felt the need to fill at least some of it with conversation. "What are you majoring in over at the college?" he asked curiously. He hadn't pushed his pseudo-stalker act to the point where he knew -that- much about her, and he was honestly interested in learning about her. He felt oddly drawn to the sweet young vixen. He relaxed back in his seat as he awaited her answer, the car rolling to a stop at a stop light. The inside of the car, now that one could tell, was entirely state of the art, and made of decidedly fine black leather. The windows were slightly tinted, and everything you could touch in the car was activated via touch screen. The radio, controls for the stereo, the car phone... everything was touch screen.
 
Vixey looked up at him before smiling widely at his question about what she was majoring in at the college. When she smiled in such a way, her green eyes sparkled and lit up happily. "Well, I'm majoring in humanities at the moment." she said softly. "And after I graduate, I'm going to med-school to study pediatrics. I love children and I'd love to take care of them." She smiled sheepishly and pushed her hair back from her face Vixey truly was a sweet and cute vixen despite everything that's happened. THe girl slowly looked around the car at all of the state of the art items inside of the car. She'd only ever heard of such a car before, but she'd never seen one like it before. "What are you studying?"
 
Seff listened with obvious interest written on his face, one eye lingering on her whilst he paid attention to the road via peripherals. The fact that he was going about thirty miles an hour tended to help with this endeavor. "Oh? I think you'd make a good doctor," he assessed casually, noting the happiness in her eyes. He would like to see that more often, he thought to himself. Her sweetness really did shine through, no matter the situation, and she seemed the type who'd be good with children, to him. He -liked- children, they just never really seemed to like him all that much. "I'm studying business, currently. I'm supposed to one day take over Park Enterprises," he explained. Park Enterprises was easily one of the largest corporations not only in America, if not the world. Its philanthropy had brought about Southview Hospital, and the current board of directors were not quite so secretly all members of Park Enterprises, as well. It was a wonder that Shayleseff "Seff" Tai Park had turned out quite so normal, even if his name wasn't.

Seff turned the car into one of the spaces in front of the diner, before he was out of the car, and over on her side, opening the door for her. He rather liked this place, being a small, clean place with a rather regular clientele. Students who sought to make a nuisance of themselves here had soon learned that this was a place to avoid. It was a nice place, and the owners would be damned if people like Zaid made it otherwise.
 
Vixey looked at him curiously with a smile. "You really think so?" she asked gently, the joy of hearing that showing in her voice when she spoke. "Thanks. That... Hearing that means a lot." She turned slightly in the seat and listened to him. She had figured out the night before that he was of the Park family by dong a little research. She had wanted to know who exactly it was that saved her the night before. "Sounds like a lot of work." she said softly. "What exactly does Park Enterprises do?" she asks curiously as he pulled into a parking spot in the cafe's parking lot.

When he got out, she unbuckled herself and smiled gently up at him when he opened her door. "Thanks." she said while getting out of the car. She looked up at the diner and smiled at the sight of it. It looked like a quiet, cozy and comfortable restaurant. "This place looks nice." she remarked.
 
Seff indulged in a small smile and a feeling of satisfaction at the happiness carried on her voice. He liked to see her happy. With a smile on her face and in her eyes, he could see the qualities he admired most; gentleness, kindness, etc. So few people exhibited them, sadly, but those that did were truly rare and special, like her. "Innovation Defined," Seff quoted. It was Park Enterprises' little slogan, oddly come up with by Seff himself. He had been a bright little eleven yearo old, then. "Mostly, just ideas. My father's an inventor," Seff explained, as he led the way to the diner's door, "and my mother handles the buesiness. It works itself out. What about you? What do your parents do?" he asked curiously, pushing the door open for her, giving her yet another smile, and the moment she was inside, the door swung closed.

The regulars of the diner,few though they were right now, greeted Seff with grins and waves, including a kindly-looking sheep of a woman. And though gentleness was a good outward expression, mischief lurked beneath, like a shark below innocent waves. "Brace yourself, you're about to meet Bernadette. The ordeal will be over in a minute," he whispered as they approached the counter.

"Seff! How dare you!" admonished the older woman with a dramatic flair, hand pressed to her chest. "You break this poor ole woman's heart, you really do. Cheating on me, and with a young vixen, too! It's the weight I've gained, isn't it?" sniffed a woman who probably weighed about the same as the stool she was currently sitting on.

"You know you're the only woman for me, Bernadette," Seff assured her, reaching out to gently place a hand on Vixey's shoulder, ushering her forward a bit. "This is my friend, Vixey," Seff explained, and Bernadette peered at her over her wire frame glasses.

"... Vixey? You poor child, you're the victim of a rather bad pun. That is nothing one of my home styled soup and sandwich combos can't fix, I swear on Boris' grave, bless his heart," she said with a small smile.

"Ain't dead yet, y'ole bat," growled a literal bear of a man, approaching from the kitchen with two platters of food, including nice hot burgers, fries, the usual savory mess of diners everywhere. "Tables three and eight!" bellowed the old bear, before he lumbered back in to the kitchen, readjusting his little cook's hat.

"So, the usual, hon?" Bernadette asked with a conspiratorial wink, which Seff responded to with a nod, the woman turning to Vixey a moment later to take her order.
 
"That actually sounds kind of fun." she remarked with a chuckle. "Inventing things." Her tail slowly swayed behind her as she walked next to him, her hands folded in front of her. "My parents? Well, my mother is head of the pediatric ward in the hospital you took me to last night. And my father is part of his families law firm, McCarthy and O'Brien. His families owned their law firm for many years" she said before entering the diner and looking back at him as he entered after her. She could smell all of the delicious scents of the cooking food and she felt her stomach growl for a moment.

She noticed how nice everyone around them seemed and she smiled before looking up when he told her to brace herself and she looked up at him in confusion before seeing the sheep woman. When Bernadette spoke, Vixey's eyes widened a bit at the older female spoke and she felt her face heating up with a deep blush. The vixen stared wide eyed from behind her plastic framed glasses. She wasn't sure if what the woman said was to be taken as compliment.

"The people are very interesting." she said softly before looking at Bernadette and giving her order to the older woman, ordering a hot turkey and swiss sandwich.
 
Seff chuckled softly at Vixey's reaction to the older couple of Bernadette and Boris. They really were nice people, extremely wily, too, for people in their sixties', Seff waiting for his companion to place her order, before he carefully steered her away from the counter, and to the currently vacant table 1."They're not bad people, though. Just a bit off, compared to the normal men and women you see around," Seff said with a small smile, holding out Vixey's chair. Certain habits just died hard. "So, your mother works at Southview? Perhaps I've seen her before," he said, taking a seat across from Vixey the moment she was down.

He leaned back in his chair, arms crossing over his stomach, his eyes lingering on her. His eyes hardly ever seemed to stray from hers.
 
Vixey walks over to table 1 with him and smoothes down her tail before sitting down, softly thanking him for holding out her chair and she chuckled at his description of Bernadette and Boris. The couple certainly were unique, but she liked it. At the mention of her mother working at Southview, she looked up and nodded. "Yeah. Her name's Kayla Lashner. She kept her maiden name when she married my dad. But you'd know her to see her. She, surprisingly, has black fur instead of red or white. I get my coloring from my father." she said softly. "She's been working there at Southview for about the last... ten years I believe it's been."

She slowly looked up and smiled at him, suddenly glad that she wasn't like a human or else he'd see her blushing because his eyes remained on her. THe girl wasn't used to someone keeping eye-contact with her like he was. There were several questions running through her mind at the moment, mostly wanting to know why he's done so much for her so far, but she didn't want to sound ungrateful for everything he's done.
 
"I believe I have seen her, though I can't say I've been to Southview that often," he said, his arms crossing over the table as he awaited the eventual call of the bear. However, when a somewhat... well, perhaps shy look came to her eyes, indicative of a hidden blush, he cocked his head to the side a bit. "What are you thinking about, Vixey?" he asked, before he was interrupted by Boris' gravelly call for their food. He offered her a sheepish smile, before he was up and out of his seat, making his way back to the counter. He returned moments later with Vixey's sandwich, his bacon burder, and two Cokes; the good people of the diner didn't really serve anything else, except water, coffee, and juice on demand. He set down their food on the edge of the table, eying the basket of steak fries that came with both meals, compounded into one larger basket, before he sat down himself.
 
Nodding slightly, she leaned back in her seat and folded her hands, resting them on the table as she continued to gaze up into his eyes with a small smile. "You might have." she said while nodding and playing with the tip of her ear. She had looked away for a moment and when he asked what she was thinking, she looked up at him and smiled gently with a soft chuckle. She was about to answer when Boris called and she watched Seff get up. With a soft sigh, she looked down at her lap, running her fingers over some of the paint stains in her jeans. They were actually designer jeans but she obviously didn't care since she had painted in them. When Seff returned, she looked up and her nose twitched at the scent of the food before she picked up one of the cokes and took a sip, watching him eye the steak fries. "The food smells really good." she said after swallowing the mouthful of coke.
 
Seff dipped one of the thick steak fries into the accompanying ketchup, munching on it thoughtfully for a moment as his eyes finally found their way back onto Vixey's. "It tastes good, too. It's why I eat here about once a week," he explained, picking up his burger to take a bite out of it. And ittook the length of time it took him to chew, swallow, set the burger down and take a sip of Coke to remember what he was asking her. "Sorry for the interruption... but I never did get my answer," he pointed out, curious to know, atlast, what she -had- been thinking, his arms crossing on the table before him.
 
Vixey took another sip of her coke before picking up half of her hot sandwich and took a bite, chewing slowly while listening to him speak, nodding in understanding as the savory taste of the turkey, swiss cheese, lettuce and tomato ran over her taste buds before she swallowed. She was about to take another bite when he brought up his question again and one of her ears twitched a little before she put down her food and took a sip of coke. "Well, I wasn't really thinking about anything, actually. I'm just not used to keeping eye-contact with someone for long periods of time." she said softly before picking up a fry and eating it with a small sheepish smile. She pushed her glasses back up her nose again and blinked a little.
 
For perhaps the first time since they'd met, Seff looked a little sheepish. "Er... sorry, was I making you uncomfortable?" he asked, taking a small bite of his burger. He wasn't the most social being, though, having been taught to maintain eye contact with people whilst associating with them, he had done just that. It unnerved some, though they never said anything about it. He chewed absently on his meal as he awaited her answer with a mildly worried expression.
 
She chuckled and shook her head quickly while smiling at him. "No! No, you weren't making me uncomfortable." she insisted. "I was just a little embarrassed because I just realized that I don't keep eye-contact very well." She grinned bashfully and chuckled again before taking another bite of her sandwich. "It's nothing to be worried about, I assure you." Vixey's eyes glimmered behind her glasses as she gazed up at him from over the rim of them. Shifting in her seat a little, she brushed a couple of crumbs from her fingers before brushing her hair back from her face again as her bangs fell free once again.
 
Seff quietly munched on his burger, finishing it off in the amount of time it took Vixey to finish her thought, leaving behind only crumbs and a small smear of bacon grease. "Oh, well, good," he said with a soft laugh, and he took a sip of his Coke. However, after a moment, he frowned gently at her. "You really should let your hair down. It's not as if anything will happen to you here," he said softlyt, continuing his crusade of trying to get her to at least let her hair down. he wasn't asking her to put on a sexy dress or anything like that, at least.
 
Vixey picked up the last small bit of the first half of her sandwich and quickly finished it before starting on the second half, taking two bites before pausing when he went back on to the topic of her hair and she looked up at him before sighing. Putting her sandwich down, she brushed her hands off and placed the on the edge of the table. "Fine, I'll let it down. But first, may I finish my sandwich first?" she asked him, leaning forward a little. The vixen could tell that this was something that he wouldn't stop bugging her about so she picked her battles and chose to just compromise this time.
 
"Most certainly," he said with a bit of a strange half smile. That wasn't so hard! He idly dipped a few fries into the ketchup, silently eating them as he pondered another thing he wished to ask her. "Tell me, Vixey, what do you like to do in your free time?" he asked, ever the curious one. He wanted to know all about this girl. She intrigued him, for god knows what reason, but he just couldn't bring himself to leave her alone.
 
She shook her head slightly before picking up what was left of her sandwich and began finishing it. His question, for some reason, caught her by surprise and she gazed up at him for a moment before taking another bite of her food and chewing as she thought. After swallowing, she slowly answered him. "Well, I like to do all sorts of things. I enjoy painting and drawing and I read a lot." she said softly. "I also enjoy running and doing archery among other things like that." The fox spoke between small bites of her sandwich and after she finished speaking, she ate the last bit before wiping her fingers off. Reaching up, she carefully pulled out the hair-tie that held her hair up and she shook her hair out. With her hair down, it fell in a waterfall of silken red curls down her back and around her face, though there were oddly several small braids done here and there through out the long hair. But that just seemed to add more to her character. "Well?" she asked softly after pushing her hair-tie into her pocket and brushing some of her hair from her face.
 
Most of Vixey's little list of interests did not surprise Seff all that much. Given her appearance as the bookish sort, it wouldn't surprise anyone. However... "Archery?" he asked, a little taken aback. Most people had never even seen a bow in person before, much less had an interest in the sport. "I really must say that I didn't see that one coming," he said, sipping his Coke. As she pulled the braid out of her hair, he grinned widely at her. "Very pretty," he observed casually, his arms crossing over the table. "Well, since I have badgered you about that, would you care to bother me in turn?" he asked, his eyes roaming over her face, and the curly red hair. Braids? Interesting... it wasn't bad, though.
 
Vixey's ears twitched slightly in embarrassment and nodded with a grin. "It's rather fun really. I started learning when I was eleven years old when I was up at my grandfathers cabin. He taught me and it turned out I was a natural at it. So I just continued with it since then." she said gently with a slight shrug. Even though she made it out as if it weren't a big deal and as if it were just a hobby, it was truthfully much more since she often participated in competitions and games, sometimes winning and sometimes not. "Most that hear that I do it say the same thing." she said with a small smile. "I know, I don't seem to be the type of girl to do such a sport." The girl nodded in agreement before her eyes lit up at his complement about her hair and she felt her face flush a little with embarrassment. "Thanks." she said softly, reaching up to touching a lock of her hair. "I don't know what I would bother you about." she replied. Apparently her braids served a function other then style. It seemed that the braids were done in such a way that they kept most of her hair from falling in her face or from getting very frizzy in certain weather.
 
Seff laughed softly in turn, shaking his head. "Well, you just don't hear many people at all saying that they're really into archery. I, for one, am absolutely terrible with anything ranged. I can't fire a gun or shoot an arrow," he said, with a small shrug. It really didn't bother him all that much. Admittedly, he was decent with other types of ranged weapons, things that were thrown. Anything with some other type of propulsion, however... He lacked any talent whatsoever. They never did find the first arrow he'd shot.

"Not a problem," he said lightly, a moment later. "And is there anything at all you want to ask me? I feel bad being the one who asks all the questions," he said with a soft laugh, finishing off his Coke a second later. Whilst he did want to learn about her, it would perhaps be good that she learned a bit about him, too.
 
The girl softly snickered as she leaned back in her chair and munched on the fries for a bit, shifting in her seat a little so that she was sitting on one of her feet in a more comfortable position. "It's understandable. Some are good at the more physical kind of sport while others are better at others." she said with a slight nod. She grabbed another fry and dipped it into the ketchup then ate it. "It takes a steady hand and excellent hand eye co-ordination to do something like archery. Which is something I thankfully got from my mom. My dad's horrible at archery too." She giggled softly and shook her head in amusement before sighing and looking thoughtful.

"Well... what do you do in your free time?" she asked him. "You seem like the kind of guy that enjoys sports." She picked up her coke and sipped at it a little bit while looking up at him, waiting for his answer to her question.
 
Seff laughed softly at that, before he offered her a shrug. "I've got both. I think it's just a mental block or something. I just lose it when I actually try to hit something," he said. It wasn't all that embarrassing to him, really. There were many other things he was quite exceptional at, and he wasn't what one would call a perfectionist. "Not so much sports as just physical activity in general. I like martial arts, I suppose. Music, too... I also like to tinker, though I suppose that's something I got from my father. And from that, cars," he said, laughing softly. He was a fairly active guy, very mechanically minded. "Aside from those, I like books. That, I suppose, I got from my mother," he said. "So, anything else you want to know?" he asked, immensely enjoying their conversation.
 
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