Having won season tickets to the ballet, Jon had promised to take Vicki to see Dracula, even though he was not too keen on anything involving vampires lately. It was just a story, he kept telling himself, getting more paranoid as the days passed. He could still feel the vampire out there somewhere, looking for him, trying to get into his head. Fortunately, he'd taken measures to block her from his mind, but there were still times when he swore he could hear her calling to him from the darkness. He'd become something of a recluse over the last few weeks, especially at night, going out only when he needed to.
If Jon was nervy, it was a good bet that Vicki was, too, although for entirely different reasons. Having set up this high-brow date, she'd then gone into a panic, which had resulted in going to Mataya for advice. She was already regretting that - it had ended in a shopping trip with the bubbly theatre-owner, since apparently Vicki didn't own anything suitable to wear. She couldn't help feeling ever so slightly uncomfortable in what had been picked out, thinking she was overdressed for a matinee, even if it was at the Opera House.
'Taya's advice had resulted in a little black dress, heels, and yes, stockings. With her hair caught into a side ponytail, Vicki had covered all of this with her best coat of grey velvet, her hands plunged deep into her pockets as she waited outside her boarding house for Jon.
Jon was dressed in a black suit, a white shirt, open at the collar, and no tie. Hair pushed to one side, a few unruly curls fell onto his forehead, which he nervously kept trying to sweep aside with a hand. He'd aborted the tie on purpose to try and make her feel more at ease, knowing how she seemed to prefer casual clothes. He felt as much at ease in a tuxedo as he did in jeans, so it didn't matter much to him what he wore, but wearing jeans to the ballet just wouldn't do. As nervous as he was, he was hoping to make a good impression, though it was probably a little late for that and she didn't seem like the type to be easily impressed. He'd made sure the Bentley was in all her shiny black glory, freshly washed and waxed and looking as impressive as he hoped he did.
Hearing the Bentley's approach, Vicki looked up from her contemplation of her shoes with brightly nervous eyes, unable to help the wide smile of welcome that lit up her face as Jon drew up close by. Moving carefully in her heels - in constant terror of going arse over tip - she walked toward the shining car.
Not one to pull up and honk the horn, Jon parked the car in front of the boarding house and got out to greet her and escort her to the car. "Good evening, Miss Marshall. Your carriage awaits." He offered her a very formal bow.
"Good afternoon, Mr Granger," the redhead answered in kind, bowing back to him with a slightly worrying clatter of stilettos on stone. It settled quickly enough when she straightened, though. One hand slid from her pocket to slip into the crook of his elbow. "Is Jeeves driving, or did you give him the day off to play your wicked games?"
Like the gentleman he was, his eyes remained level with her face; though before getting out of the car, he'd whistled to himself at the gorgeous vision that awaited him outside the building, barely recognizing her. He chuckled at her question and offered an arm. "No Jeeves. I'm Jeeves. I prefer to do the driving."
"I'll have to remember that, then," she laughed softly, blue eyes twinkling at the subtle innuendo as she looked up at him. "You do scrub up well, don't you?" As if she hadn't already known that.
Those who had found themselves behind the wheel of Jon's Bentley were lucky individuals indeed, as he rarely, if ever, surrendered the car keys. "I bathe, on occasion," he teased back, blue eyes sparkling, as he led her the few steps toward the car and leaned forward to pull open the door. "You look gorgeous, by the way."
"Such a gentleman," Vicki grinned, pausing as he held open the door to brush a soft kiss to the very corner of his mouth. Drawing away with a wink, she somehow managed to manoeuvre herself into the car without flashing everything from the knee up. "And what an actor, too!" Despite the teasing dismissal of his compliment, though, a light flush touched her cheeks. It seemed as though Mataya had been right.
Jon smiled at the kiss, laughing a little when she dismissed the compliment away with a joke. "I'm serious, Vicki. I know gorgeous when I see it." He paused a moment to let his eyes wander over her, trying to be as discreet as possible, before closing her door and rounding the car to climb in beside her and start on their way toward the Opera House. "You should see Aimee without her makeup." He grinned over at her. Teasing, perhaps?
"Oh, I have. I thought someone had made her up as a zombie before I caught on!" The laughter and teasing was good; it was helping her to calm her fluttering nerves. She wasn't sure what was going on here. It wasn't as though she hadn't been alone with Jon before, or on a date with him. Of course, this was the first date in a dress, so maybe that was it. "She got all pouty with me, too, little diva that she is."
He actually snickered. He got along pretty well with Aimee, even though she had been labeled by most everyone on set as "difficult". And it hadn't been the love scenes that had done it. He just had more patience than others when it came to his co-stars and actors who were younger or less experienced than him. "She's not that bad!"
"Oh, come on, she milked every last drama until it ran dry," Vicki chuckled. She did like Aimee, but the woman had gotten on her nerves more often than she would have preferred. "At least she refrained from spreading her rumor about sleeping with you, though, or I might have got myself fired for giving the female lead a thick lip."
If Jon was nervy, it was a good bet that Vicki was, too, although for entirely different reasons. Having set up this high-brow date, she'd then gone into a panic, which had resulted in going to Mataya for advice. She was already regretting that - it had ended in a shopping trip with the bubbly theatre-owner, since apparently Vicki didn't own anything suitable to wear. She couldn't help feeling ever so slightly uncomfortable in what had been picked out, thinking she was overdressed for a matinee, even if it was at the Opera House.
'Taya's advice had resulted in a little black dress, heels, and yes, stockings. With her hair caught into a side ponytail, Vicki had covered all of this with her best coat of grey velvet, her hands plunged deep into her pockets as she waited outside her boarding house for Jon.
Jon was dressed in a black suit, a white shirt, open at the collar, and no tie. Hair pushed to one side, a few unruly curls fell onto his forehead, which he nervously kept trying to sweep aside with a hand. He'd aborted the tie on purpose to try and make her feel more at ease, knowing how she seemed to prefer casual clothes. He felt as much at ease in a tuxedo as he did in jeans, so it didn't matter much to him what he wore, but wearing jeans to the ballet just wouldn't do. As nervous as he was, he was hoping to make a good impression, though it was probably a little late for that and she didn't seem like the type to be easily impressed. He'd made sure the Bentley was in all her shiny black glory, freshly washed and waxed and looking as impressive as he hoped he did.
Hearing the Bentley's approach, Vicki looked up from her contemplation of her shoes with brightly nervous eyes, unable to help the wide smile of welcome that lit up her face as Jon drew up close by. Moving carefully in her heels - in constant terror of going arse over tip - she walked toward the shining car.
Not one to pull up and honk the horn, Jon parked the car in front of the boarding house and got out to greet her and escort her to the car. "Good evening, Miss Marshall. Your carriage awaits." He offered her a very formal bow.
"Good afternoon, Mr Granger," the redhead answered in kind, bowing back to him with a slightly worrying clatter of stilettos on stone. It settled quickly enough when she straightened, though. One hand slid from her pocket to slip into the crook of his elbow. "Is Jeeves driving, or did you give him the day off to play your wicked games?"
Like the gentleman he was, his eyes remained level with her face; though before getting out of the car, he'd whistled to himself at the gorgeous vision that awaited him outside the building, barely recognizing her. He chuckled at her question and offered an arm. "No Jeeves. I'm Jeeves. I prefer to do the driving."
"I'll have to remember that, then," she laughed softly, blue eyes twinkling at the subtle innuendo as she looked up at him. "You do scrub up well, don't you?" As if she hadn't already known that.
Those who had found themselves behind the wheel of Jon's Bentley were lucky individuals indeed, as he rarely, if ever, surrendered the car keys. "I bathe, on occasion," he teased back, blue eyes sparkling, as he led her the few steps toward the car and leaned forward to pull open the door. "You look gorgeous, by the way."
"Such a gentleman," Vicki grinned, pausing as he held open the door to brush a soft kiss to the very corner of his mouth. Drawing away with a wink, she somehow managed to manoeuvre herself into the car without flashing everything from the knee up. "And what an actor, too!" Despite the teasing dismissal of his compliment, though, a light flush touched her cheeks. It seemed as though Mataya had been right.
Jon smiled at the kiss, laughing a little when she dismissed the compliment away with a joke. "I'm serious, Vicki. I know gorgeous when I see it." He paused a moment to let his eyes wander over her, trying to be as discreet as possible, before closing her door and rounding the car to climb in beside her and start on their way toward the Opera House. "You should see Aimee without her makeup." He grinned over at her. Teasing, perhaps?
"Oh, I have. I thought someone had made her up as a zombie before I caught on!" The laughter and teasing was good; it was helping her to calm her fluttering nerves. She wasn't sure what was going on here. It wasn't as though she hadn't been alone with Jon before, or on a date with him. Of course, this was the first date in a dress, so maybe that was it. "She got all pouty with me, too, little diva that she is."
He actually snickered. He got along pretty well with Aimee, even though she had been labeled by most everyone on set as "difficult". And it hadn't been the love scenes that had done it. He just had more patience than others when it came to his co-stars and actors who were younger or less experienced than him. "She's not that bad!"
"Oh, come on, she milked every last drama until it ran dry," Vicki chuckled. She did like Aimee, but the woman had gotten on her nerves more often than she would have preferred. "At least she refrained from spreading her rumor about sleeping with you, though, or I might have got myself fired for giving the female lead a thick lip."