[oom: Dinner with captainryan]

[hell_in_highheels]

[from here]

River arrives in the bar just before seven in the evening, and secures a table for two in a cozy corner of the bar.  She's dressed casually, wearing her favourite Irish sweater, jeans and her tan field boots.  But she has to confess, she's spent a bit more time with her hair and her face.

For as interesting as Richard is, he is also a good looking man.

She orders a glass of pinot noir, and waits, watching the faces in the crowd.  When she sees him, she smiles broadly and holds up a hand.

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[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan was surprised, but pleased, to see the note this morning. He cut his evening training short without complaint to get ready. He's in casual civvies: dark slacks with a darker shirt opened over a pale tee and freshly shined boots.

His room now reeks of the polish.

"Hi," he says, sliding into his seat with a smile. "You look nice."

[hell_in_highheels]

"Thank you. You clean up pretty well yourself. And thanks for coming."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"My pleasure," Ryan answers, tilting his head slightly down and back. "Thank you for inviting me.

"I hope you weren't waiting long?" He knows he wasn't late, but you don't want to keep a lady waiting.

[hell_in_highheels]

"Not long at all. Can I get you a drink?"

She'd had the foresight to buttonhole a wait rat and read him the riot act about the quality of the service when Captain Ryan was around. She hopes that and a nice tip will keep things running smoothly.

Her smile is easy and relaxed, and she smells genuinely pleased to see him again.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

No one's ever bothered to yell at the rats for him before.

He's honestly not certain why one is willing to serve him, but for the sake of the occasion he takes care not to make it any more skittish than it is already.

"A Guinness would do nicely, thank you. Perhaps an appetizer as well?"

[hell_in_highheels]

"Oh yes, good idea. Mmm. Short ribs, and some bread."

The rat excuses itself with a curt bow.

"I'm sorry Damocles couldn't join us," she says with a wink. "He'd probably like short ribs."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan rolls his eyes good naturedly. "He gets plenty of treats without being fed from the table."

He's probably rooting through the remains of last month's kill right now.

[hell_in_highheels]

"I'd still spoil him, you know that." She takes a sip of her wine and smiles at him over the rim of her glass.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Why do you think I let him outside?"

Because he didn't want to deal with interrupting questions in canine about what they were doing.

If they were to do something, that is.

[hell_in_highheels]

She laughs and shakes her head, looking down and toying with the edge of her napkin.

She's beginning to think she wore the wrong shoes.

The rat shows up with their appetisers and his drink, and evaporates again as quickly as it came.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

There is nothing wrong with hardy footwear. You never know when you might need it. He's still wearing his sidearm, after all, underneath the loose billows of his shirt.

Ryan sniffs the meat appreciatively before taking a small sip of his Guinness. Only then does he reach for a rib. He refuses to start wolfing his food in front of her, no matter how hungry he is.

"So, have you done anything particularly interesting since yesterday?"

[hell_in_highheels]

"Well, funny you should ask." She props her chin on her hand. "I did go back to the Library. And having never met a werewolf before, I thought a little research was in order. Now, research in the Library, it can be a very intense, interactive experience."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan arches an eyebrow.

"You implied that it's all digital. Is it something like an interactive video game?"

He's sure they'll get to what she found in a moment.

[hell_in_highheels]

"Mmm, more like a holo room, except limited only by the source material. Imagine reading Death In The Long Grass, only you're physically on the plains of Africa hunting big game."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan makes an understanding noise. (He has food in his mouth.)

Once he swallows: "You can't be hurt, can you?"

He's not really certain what a holo room entails, but holograms are just light, right?

[hell_in_highheels]

"Well, you can be restored from back up." Her eyebrows soar for a moment, and she covers her unease by taking a sip of wine, and then diving into the ribs.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan stares at her a moment.

He's had the experience of a werewolf chewing on him. It's not one he cares to repeat. Ever.

"Are you saying," he begins once he's recovered, "that the only way for you to research werewolves is for you to encounter them face to face?"

[hell_in_highheels]

"No, not the only way. Or even the preferred way, really."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Oh, good," Ryan says mildly. "What did you encounter, then?"

Because she should not get herself torn to pieces when he's perfectly capable of answering her questions himself.

[hell_in_highheels]

"Several different species, some fully lupine in nature, some half lupine, half human. Some only human, but mentally compromised. Some in packs, some solitary."

She watches his eyes, waiting for the unspoken answers.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan meets her eyes. It's in his nature to do so, but he's blinking too.

"Some of that applies to me," he agrees. Did his world have species? He never got the chance to find out.

He tilts his head thoughtfully. "I'm not even certain you could call my other...shape half lupine."

[hell_in_highheels]

The academic in her can be clinical when she wants, but she's not sure this is the time or the place.

"I think that might be a discussion to have over coffee. After dinner?" She gives him a soft smile.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He's silent a moment.

"Of course," he says, smiling slightly. He didn't mean to make her uncomfortable. He should've been paying more attention to her scent.

"Why don't you tell my about who built the Library?" That's something she should enjoy speaking about, right?

[hell_in_highheels]

Her hand comes to rest on his and her touch is warm. "It's all right, I don't mind talking about it. It's just -- pleasant things first."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

His own hand is warmer. Werewolves have a high metabolism.

His eyes drop to her hand, but he's looking back up at her a moment later without having moved. Touch is still one of those things that his instincts fight with his training over.

"Fair enough," he answers. She's only confirmed what he was thinking, though.