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Restaurant, 8pm
Scott: I'll have the chicken.
Waitress: Sure. *writes* And you?
Lori: Uh...do you have anything that doesn't have mushrooms? I hate mushrooms.
Waitress: The breadsticks.
Lori: *frowns* If I wanted breadsticks, I'd eat in the park with the pigeons.
Scott: *smirks*
Lori: Steak.
Without the mushrooms.
Waitress: *rolls eyes, walks away*
Scott: How'd the meeting go?
Lori: *butters bread* They were very interested. As long as everything I was doing was legal, of course.
Scott: Right.
Lori: It may take a few years to get off the ground. *lifts head* You sure it's okay to leave the kids with my dad tonight?
Scott: He offered.
Lori: Yeah but he never offers. It's like he's lonely or something. *drinks wine* Wow. *looks down at glass* This is the good stuff. *lifts head, smiles* Are you finally going to pop the question?
Scott: ...We're already married.
Lori: That's not the point. Look around.
Scott: *lifts brow*
Lori: We're in a romantic restaurant, you pulled out the expensive wine, the kids are gone for the night...
Scott: *stares at Lori*
Lori: *frowns* I want my proposal.
Scott: *blinks*
Lori: *takes off ring* Here. Use this. *tosses ring across table*
Scott: *picks up ring, looks down*
Lori: Go on. Propose.
Scott: ...
Lori: Didn't you have a plan before I squished it? Snowy carriage ride in Central Park? Romantic dinner by candlelight? Drippy garbage.
Scott: But you don't like that.
Lori: You're Scott Finch. A handsome, young, rich CEO. I'm totally missing the romantic part of you and I want it. Now.
Scott: You can't just...demand romance.
Lori: All these women go after you and I want to know what I'm missing.
Scott: ...I don't think you'd be all that impressed.
Lori: No problem, I'll drink a little more. *downs glass of wine*
Scott: *sigh*
Lori: *slams glass onto table* Okay. Go.
Scott: You know, it doesn't really work when you put me on the spot.
Lori: Don't worry, I'll say yes.
Scott: *smiles*
Lori: Here, have some wine. It may help. *slides bottle over*
Scott: Okay. *picks up bottle, grabs glass*
Lori: ...You're a little shakey.
Scott: *lifts eyes*
Lori: *smiles* Awww Scott Finch is nervous. How adorable.
Scott: You find this hilarious.
Lori: I do.
Scott: AH! I got an 'I do'. Proposal successful.
Lori: *laughs*
Parkinglot, 10pm
Scott: *wraps arm around Lori, pulls out keys*
Lori: I'm still waiting.
Scott: That's great. *kisses Lori's cheek*
Lori: *smiles*
Scott: *opens door* After you.
Lori: Thank you. *gets into car*
Scott: *shuts door*
Inside car, road
Lori: Okay if we don't do something romantic, I'm gonna explode. Go right.
Scott: ...The beach is on the right.
Lori: Exactly.
Scott: I'm not driving my car onto the beach.
Lori: *pulls steeringwheel*
Scott: AH! Lori!
Miami Beach
Scott: *turns key* Lori, the sand is going to mess up my engine block.
Lori: Oh nonsense, we didn't fly through here.
Scott: Yes we did.
Lori: *grabs Scott by the tie* C'mon. *climbs into backseat*
Scott: What are you doing?
Lori: Getting undressed.
Scott: ...This isn't romantic.
Lori: *shrugs* Maybe it'll be fun.
Scott: I'm not doing this. Not in my car and not on the beach. And what do you mean 'maybe'? Haven't you done this sort of...thing before?
Lori: Oh all the time. But I never loved any of 'em.
Scott: As comforting as that is, I don't think this is legal.
Lori: You won't have to pay me.
Scott: It's illegal even if I don't pay you.
Lori: It is?
Scott: Yes.
Lori: Why?
Scott: I don't make the laws, sweetie.
Lori: Who cares. Nobody's out here. *pulls Scott*
Scott: Ah! *falls into backseat*
Condo
Steph: *runs down hallway*
Speed: Stephanie...I'm not chasing you.
Steph: *turns around, smiles*
Speed: It's time for bed.
Steph: *smiling, shakes head*
Speed: *smirks* Well if you don't go to bed, you can't wake up tomorrow and go to the zoo.
Steph: *wide-eyed*
Speed: That's right.
Steph: The big zoo? With the giraffe?
Speed: Mhm.
Steph: *runs down hall* Grampa, I best be gettin' to sleep.
Speed: I was thinking the same thing.
Steph: *runs into room*
Inside room
Steph: *climbs into bed, lies down*
Speed: *sits* Your favourite animal is the giraffe?
Steph: Yup.
Speed: How come?
Steph: Theys like big horses with a looong neck. They can see
everything.
Speed: *nods*
Steph: When I'm a grownup, I'm gonna buy one.
Speed: ...You're going to buy a giraffe.
Steph: He's gonna live in the backyard. Giraffe's need lotsa water and trees and ma backyard's got that.
Speed: *smirks*
Steph: OH and I can ride it to school.
Speed: But that's what school buses are for.
Steph: I don't like 'em.
Speed: I never used to either. Mine always broke down on the way to school. Too much cold and snow.
Steph: *giggles* There's no snow in Miami, Grampa.
Speed: I lived in New York.
Steph: Like Daddy.
Speed: Mhm.
Steph: I like snow.
Speed: Me too.
Steph: Daddy said we're goin' to the mountains soon for vacation. There's snow there.
Speed: I'm sure it'll be fun.
Steph: Momma doesn't like snow though. It's 'cause she grew up in Cabumbia.
Speed: *pulls covers up* Get some sleep.
TBC...................................