makingastatement: (♠ SNOOPING)
Al Capone ([personal profile] makingastatement) wrote in [community profile] tampered2014-02-09 04:34 pm

Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel

When; February 9th, Evening
Rating; Language? Crime sprees? Flaming shots? PG-13?
Characters; Ruby Flint and Al Capone
Summary; Al is determined to get Ruby to make the most of her birthday.
Log; The restaurant is busy this evening, the waiters bustling between tables with some haste. The wait is even more abysmal, which is something Al finds generally insulting. The woman he's with seems patient, mingling with the crowd while he weaves and bobs, notating to the maître d' when an empty table appears and how it's not being utilized.

It's then that he spots a familiar face at a table, or rather a familiar shock of red hair: Ruby. She's alone, which he finds surprising. Maybe she's waiting for a date-- either way, it seems a sin to see such a sight. With a quick pat of the woman's hand and a reassuring word, he parts company from the woman in front and invites himself into the dining room to approach her table.

"Just when I was thinkin' about praying for some sanity in here-- what are you doin' over here, Red?"
glamorsongstress: (061 ❧ you whispered to me)

[personal profile] glamorsongstress 2014-02-13 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
She takes another couple of bites, trying to figure out how much is appropriate to tell him without making things too heavy or uncomfortable for him, weighing up how much she wants to remember tonight, and how much she just wants to distract herself. It seems surreal enough talking about the past with him as it is; she's not sure how much of her time in the war she's mentioned.

"My eighteenth birthday, we were about ten miles south of New Rochelle. My troupe wasn't even supposed to be there by that point, but the Germans kept shelling and making it difficult for us to move out, and so Joshua and I kept crossing paths. It was my birthday that he proposed." She shrugs. "I guess it's just easier to think about that than the day he died, even if it still hurts."
glamorsongstress: (025 ❧ just as before)

[personal profile] glamorsongstress 2014-02-21 12:28 pm (UTC)(link)
She squeezes back, then runs her fingers lightly over the back of his hand, finding that she doesn't want him to move it away. She's not quite smiling, but she looks grateful for his opinion, nodding starkly.

"I know he'd have wanted me to be happy. Sometimes it's just a little hard to actually take hold of that."

((Wow I totally meant La Rochelle and not New Rochelle in that last tag, they were not fighting the war in New York State DX))