The Spoils of War (Sara)

[Nicolas Constantine]

It was almost Friday evening, and Nick had a date. Not just any date, but one that he fought for, even though the girl he was going out with was the one he had fought. Yeah, that was kinda weird, but she insisted on battle, and he had won. And now they were going to go to a nice restaurant for dinner.

Nick pulled out his phone after he had gotten out of the shower, and dialed Sara's number, the one she had given to him on a sticky note the day they met and fought. He waited for her to answer, and once she did, he would tell her what they were doing this evening.

"Hey, Sara, it's Nick. I just wanted to let you know that I'll be picking you up for dinner, so I'll need to know where your house is. Oh, and be ready at 6 and its a nice restaurant, so dress accordingly."

Nick was excited and wondered what Sara would choose to wear to something that wasn't casual.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara paced around her home in her pajamas, randomly straightening things and moving them around. She knew she should probably get dressed, but that would be like admitting she wanted to go out... She had the outfit ready though, as much as she hated to admit it, so that was a plus... She would be ready for when he got here...

Her mind was gone elsewhere, and she was lost in her thoughts, her movement based on practice rather then reason. She was kind of on edge at the moment. She was supposed to have a date tonight, but she really hadn't talked to the guy since. She was going to kill him if he stood her up. She felt kind of stupid though for doing this. It wasn't like her to get so worked up over something so simple, but there was just something about the idea of being stood up that made her like this.

She was pulled from her thoughts at the sound of the phone ringing. She jogged through the apartment and picked up the phone, answering with a tentative "hello".

"Hey, Sara, it's Nick..." And here comes the blush~<3 Her eyes closed as her face turned a deep red. This was going to be one hell of a night. She gave him her address and hung up, letting out a huff of breath as she looked around. What the hell had she gotten herself into...?

Walking down the hall to her room, she pushed open the door and looked at the dress she had chosen. She had remembered him saying it was going to be a nice place, so she had decided a dress would work well. Not that she was a big dress person. She hated dresses. But she had lost fair and square, and she wouldn't ruin the evening by playing the sore loser.

[Nicolas Constantine]

Nick had told his father he was going on a nice date with a cute girl, so his parental gave him the keys to his father's new BMW. Nick was nervous. Not for the date, but for driving. He hadn't driven in America before and was used to driving on the left side of the road. Hopefully his mind could just reverse the English road laws and he'd be fine while driving.

He arrived at Sara's apartment and parked outside. Nick stepped out of the car to knock on her door and walk her to his nicely expensive automobile. He was wearing his classic evening attire, a sport coat, dress shit, slacks, and dress shoes, making his suit look like James Bond's without the bow tie.

Nick took a deep breath and knocked on her door three times for good measure, waiting for her to answer.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara was just pulling her hair up into a bun when she heard the knock at the door. Turning from the mirror she wrapped a band around her hair and patted it to make sure it was going to stay up. See? Told you she would be ready <3

She walked to the door, wringing her hands. She was nervous. She hated being nervous, and she usually tried to hide it by being violent. That would be nice wouldn't it? Open the door, and then BAM, fist in his face!~ Shame life didn't work like that. But the thought did make her smile as she pulled open the door.

Seeing him, she smiled wider. Well didn't he look good~? She stared for a few moments, her gaze taking in his appearance. Then She realized he was probably looking at her to, and she became immediately self-conscious, those pesky girl questions running through her mind. Did I choose something good? Is it to much? To little? Do I look good?

She let out a small breath and dropped her gaze, straightening her dress. "You... look really good." Her eyes flicked up and settled on the car. O________________O Oh wow. Well that caught her attention. Forgetting her dress and girly worries she stepped out, closing the door behind her. "Is that yours?"

[Nicolas Constantine]

Nick kept his cool when Sara opened the door, but his mind was whistling at how good she looked. He knew she looked good even when she wasn't in a nice dress, but she definitely pulled it off well. Especially when he remembered how well she was able to fight.

He also noticed that she was scanning his attire and by the look on her face, she liked what she saw.

"You... look really good."

Nick smiled and lightly blushed. He was correct in his assumption.

"Thanks, and I was just about to say the same to you."

"Is that yours?" she asked about the car. Nick wasn't about to lie and say it was.

"Well, you see, it's both mine and my father's. We only got one car when we came to America, but my car back home was similar."

He didn't need to mention that he wasn't that wealthy anymore or that his car back home was an Aston Martin.

[Sara Quinn]

She liked the fact that he was honest about the fact that it wasn't only his. Most guys would have bragged on and on about how it was their car when it was actually their grandmothers or something. She wished she had a car. With the amount of money her family had, it wouldn't be a problem to afford one, but she didn't have a license yet anyways, so it wasn't like she could drive one. And plus... She was a little ADHD in the car, and was a little scared of getting into an accident because of it.

She turned, and smiled back at him. "You ready to go then?" She was actually feeling really excited now. Happy. Seeing a cute, nicely dressed guy at her door to take her out for the evening was nice. How long had it been since Travis had left now? The days had all just blurred into one, and now here she was. She had survived it, and now it was time to move on with her life. And what better way, then on a date with Nick~?

[Nicolas Constantine]

"Ha ha, yeah I'm ready to go, and I'm guessing you are too if you're asking me that." he smiled.

The more he spent time with Sara, the more he liked her. He still didn't know why, but she just seemed his type, if he considered himself to have one.

He walked by her side to the car, and opened the passenger door for her to get in. Once she got in and got comfortable, he would close the door, get into the driver's seat, and start heading over to the restaurant he had made reservations at. The drive was around 15-20 minutes, so he thought that maybe Sara would start some conversation while he was driving.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara watched him walk past her to the car, and when he opened the door, she practically skipped to get inside. ~Ahhh... The many faces of Sara~ Suffice to say she was excited. After seeing him all ~handsome and stuffz~ in his suit, she was feeling really optimistic. He was a nice guy, and cute to. Not to tall either. At 5'2" it was hard to find a guy who wasn't to tall. He really wasn't that much taller then her, enough to make her feel feminine, while not making her feel like a midget <3 But he interested her. She found that they seemed to be really similar in a lot of ways and that was nice. But they were different enough that he kept her interested, made her want to know more about him. And her eyes, that was important.

She slipped into the car, straightening her dress so that it didn't show anything to revealing. A little bit of leg, but nothing more~<3 Once inside, she fidgeted in her seat, looking at the inside of the car. New cars were always interesting for her. She enjoyed looking at the buttons and looking inside the storage things. But she knew better now then to touch the things inside someones car. Back at 259, Katsuri had made her weary of ever touching someones radio again.

When he got into the car next to her, turning it on, she would shift in her seat, looking over to him, her back to the window. It was always the window that distracted her. The smile on her face was nervous, but happy.

"So... Tell me about yourself. I really meant it when I said I liked your accent. Where are you from?"

[Nicolas Constantine]

Nick smiled at the question as he turned on the car's engine, letting it purr for a moment and shifting the gear to Drive.

"I'm from London, so I have an one-hundred percent authentic English accent."

Nick put his foot lightly onto the gas and they started to move toward their destination.

"Lets see, lets see... I moved here from England a couple weeks ago, and started at PHS 42 basically the week I arrived here... my father had lost his job, and that's why we moved. It wasn't that bad."

He added the last bit so Sara wouldn't feel any type of sorrow or pity for him. It wasn't necessary, and it really wasn't that bad. It was kind of nice to start over from scratch.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara smiled at him as he spoke. She found him interesting to listen to. She was sad to hear about his dad losing his job. That kind of sucked, and she knew it must have been hard, but Sara believed he was the type of guy that was able to bounce back pretty quickly. She looked out the windshield as she wondered about his mother. He hadn't said anything about her yet, but Sara didn't want to go there, just in case.

"I know what it's like to make a big move. I moved here from Canada to go to 259. My family is from Newfoundland." She turned back to him, a skeptical smile on her face. Most people made fun of her the moment they found out she was from Canada. People didn't seem to take her seriously after that. But she didn't really want to find out whether his thoughts about her were going to change, so she leaned towards him a little, a wicked gleam coming to her eye.

She reached out, putting her hand on his thigh and squeezing gently. When she spoke, her voice was breathy, and soft, full of tease. "So what's it like driving on the other side of the road?" She was out to distract him, see how well he took a joke, and how nervous he became. And so the game begins again~

[Nicolas Constantine]

Canada, eh? Nick thought that was pretty cool. Canada was full of people from the UK, so he thought she might be able to understand him better or have more in common with her than another girl.

Nick was shocked when she put her hand on his thigh. He tensed for a second, but just because he wasn't expecting her to do that. He then smiled a wide grin; he was wondering how long it would take for her to do something like that, he just didn't think it would be so soon. When she spoke, he voice did have a sensual teasing tone to it.

"So what's it like driving on the other side of the road?"[/i]

He was calm now. He remembered when they had met they played this little game, and he was not willing to loose after the amazing win he had the first time.

"Well, lets just say I'm doing pretty well for this being the reverse of what I'm used to."

Nick was driving just fine, but he hadn't mentioned that he was driving illegally. He had a license, but it was an English one, he hadn't gone to get his California license yet.

[Sara Quinn]

Well that sucked. He didn't even react to it >3> There was a small tense to him, but that was it. She continued to smile, squeezing his leg gently. She would be damned if she would let him win again. No way. She was taking this win... If it was the last thing she did, she would win. The last time they had met, he hadn't even faltered once, whereas she had to fumble for her words and next actions. Not this time. This time everything was going to be feminine, fluid, and confident.

"Heh... Well that's good." She ran her hand lightly up his knee, skipping over his... goods, and dropped her hand onto his stomach and slipping it inside of his coat, her fingers playing over his shirt. She knew she probably shouldn't keep this up much longer, in case he actually did swerve off the road or something. But it was just so much fun to try to make him squirm <3

[Nicolas Constantine]

Nick tensed slightly again, but this time not because she had moved her hand to his stomach, but because her hand was cold. He took a breath and calmed himself. He figured now she was just trying to distract him, and he wouldn't lose that easily. He did have to get her mind to think on something other than distracting him, though.

"Um, so what were your reasons for moving to California?"

He thought it was a safe question that she would have to think about. Hopefully she couldn't multitask with thinking about the question and trying to make him seem uncomfortable. He didn't think she would go terribly far with this as Nick might swerve off the road, even though he wasn't doing bad for never driving the American way so far.

[Sara Quinn]

She sighed, leaning back in her seat, her hand leaving him. Her gaze moved to the windshield as she stared in front of her. She was kinda sad he didn't seem to be affected by her at all. Was that a problem on her part? It didn't matter though, he had asked the question she never liked to answer, and it was enough to throw her off of distracting him.

"Umm... Lets just say I was a problem child. I got in trouble a lot and my parents thought that the high schools out here would straighten me out. So they sent me over here to live with my uncle. He's always away on business though, so I get the house to myself." She flicked her eyes towards him, a small smile on her lips.

It was the truth. There was more to it then that, but it was the genuine truth. She had some mental issues as well. OCD, ODD... Stuff like that. Truth was, she was never going to be able to 'straighten out', not when she couldn't even show respect to the bloody president if she tried. ~Ahhh, the joys of ODD... <3~

[Nicolas Constantine]

Nick sighed when Sara removed her had from this stomach to answer his question. Not that he didn't like it, because he did, but it wasn't the time or place for that sort of thing. He knew that she was just trying to make him uneasy, but if they hit it off well, there would be plenty of time for the touchy-feely stuff. And even though the evening had just begun, they seemed to be enjoying each others company.

He listened to the reasons she gave for moving to the US, and thought that that was a poor job on her parents part for them to just send her to a school that she could get the shit beat out of her in, to act as a type of therapy. When she smiled at him at the mention of her getting her house to herself, he smiled back in the same way. He was correct on what she was thinking before, and he didn't mind it at all.

"House all by yourself, eh? That must be fun... or it might mean you get lonely sometimes..."

He smirked at her. They were getting closer to their destination.