Not a Date

[Beau LaRoux]

"Is that an offer?" asked Beau, raising his eyebrows a few times. As if he'd ever do that to a girl... okay, he totally would, and he was most definitely thinking about doing it to Liz right now, but not without permission, that much was for darn certain; permission, and a good deal of mutual attraction. So, the way Beau saw it, he was about halfway there.

All for naught though, what with their being seated and all. At least he was in a better position to eat food, which was kinda the main reason they were in Wendy's. Flirting was obviously a close second though. "Like I got anythin' you don't want," he drawled back, sticking out his tongue for a moment before grabbing his own drink. He pulled it to take a good sip, figuring that if he was gonna do the fry dipping thing, he'd do it later. He then set it down, purposefully making sure that the drink was between the two of them, just in case Liz decided that she wanted a little chocolate.

Beau got to work unwrapping his burger, chuckling at Liz's noises of enjoyment. His overexcited mind immediately wondered what other noises of enjoyment she could produce, but Beau, being the polite southern gent that he was, squashed them before they got too far. Instead, he opted for speaking with total sincerity: "I figure that every minute not spent in your time counts as missin' out," he gave her a quick look, a smile, and then took another sip of his drink, moving to scoop his own fries out to ready them for dipping in the burger's spice sauce.

[Elizabeth Edison]

Elizabeth didn't hear Beau's response as she was all too consumed with the food in front of her. Had she heard though, she would have blushed and failed at an attempt to respond suavely. There was no way she would actually succeed in making a good comeback after that.

"Augh, bro, you have everything I want." Elizabeth pouted, making grabby hands at his food before laughing and dipping more fries in her milkshake. "Fuuuuck there's no better combination than salty and sweet." She hummed her satisfaction as she chewed on her food.

She noticed where Beau put his cup and she grinned. Her best friend was so thoughtful.

Taking a beat after Beau said what he said, the corner of Elizabeth's lips twitched a little. "Beau...stop being such a sweetheart." She reached across the table and pushed his shoulder's lightly before finishing off her fries. They spent the rest of their dinner with small talk and teases and soon enough, they were in the school compound.

Having bought three pieces of churros as dessert on the way back, Elizabeth was already on her third when they got up to her dorm floor. "And I'm totally going to join the Equestrian Club because oh my God horses, am I right?" She bumped against Beau as she licked her thumb, enjoying the sugar and cinnamon taste.

[Beau LaRoux]

"'course I do," drawled Beau, winking. Oh, he knew damn well that Liz was talking about the food, and he even moved his food so that Liz could grab anything that took her fancy. Not like they hadn't done this dozens of times before and all. He did focus on eating though, well, in between staring at Liz and holding up his end of conversation. The special definitely hit most of the right spot, and Beau found himself enjoying it for what it was, in addition for the company in which he ate it.

He saw the twitch, felt the little nudge and chuckled. "'fraid that's always been my problem: don't know when to turn it off," he replied, again smothering the words with his drawl. Beau took a deep swig of his Frostie, again enjoying the food for what it was. Everything just sort of tasted better really, stronger, maybe. That sensation carried through most of the evening, with Beau continuing his own comments, sliding a few flirtatious remarks in here and there. Though as he said: this was pretty much how Beau talked, so it wasn't like there was anything there that Liz hadn't heard before now.

Liz needed the dessert, though Beau took one and absently chewed it. He knew better than to make Liz look like a total pig, though she'd end up grabbing it before too long. In truth, Beau wanted to eat more food around Liz; part of the whole picking up powers did mean picking up the side effects, and, well, there was more than one reason why Liz put down food like she was starving.

"Aww, man," he said, rolling his eyes. "You know I ain't gonna sign up for that. I get the cowboy comment enough without ridin' somethin'. 'sides,' he smiled and looked askance at Liz, "I'm bettin' that there's nothin' but girls signin' up. Though that might actually be a plus, come to think of it," he tapped his chin with the churro, smiling all the while. He couldn't shake the feeling that Liz was trying to cajole Beau into joining; wouldn't be the first time. They got to Liz's dorm though, and Beau, being all gentlemanly, stepped forward to open Liz's door, gesturing for her to head in before him.

[Elizabeth Edison]

"But you in riding spurs...Beau, come on. Girl magnet." Elizabeth fanned herself with a smirk on her face. She was not going to accept the fact that she had to change her ways just because his flirtations were making her feel some very strange emotions.

"Ah okay foin, man." She rolled her eyes and walked into her room, pulling Beau in with her. She paused and turned to him with a raised eyebrow. "I'd let you come in but people will talk." She smiled at him coyly.

[Beau LaRoux]

"Ya mean I ain't a girl magnet already?" said Beau, raising his eyebrows in mock surprise. "Must be doin' somethin' wrong."

They were at Liz's door, and Beau would've hesitated. He certainly did the whole opening her door and gesturing thing again; he couldn't really help that. The reflex had been drilled into him by various old Southern ladies throughout his childhood. Would've hesitated, because Liz had already dragged him into the room. Beau's mind threw up several possibilities, most of which were borne from the media and involved the two of them kissing while dropping clothing as if they were setting it on fire.

"You mean they ain't talkin' 'bout us already? We must be doin' somethin' wrong then," said Beau, chuckling. He stuck his hands in his pockets, figuring that would be the best way to make them behave. this did mean sticking a churro into his pocket, which was a little awkward; acceptable, sure, but awkward.

"Maybe we should make out a little," said Beau, his tone jocular, "give them somethin' to actually talk about. We could leave the door open an' make lots o' noises too," he gestured at the door, grinning outright stupidly at Liz.

[Elizabeth Edison]

Elizabeth gave him a half crooked smile at his response before rolling her eyes at his sheer cockiness. Instead of being put off by it, however, the blonde pyrokinetic felt that it was just part and parcel of the Southern boy's charm.

As was his gentlemanliness. Opening doors, pulling out chairs, paying for dinner...it just fit the power mimic.

"Probably." She shrugged, her eyes drifting to his face, trying very hard to maintain her smile even though her lips were begging her to do a lot more with them than smile.

His suggestion, as though plucked straight out of her head, had her cheeks heating up. Forcing out a laugh, she punched his arm teasingly, shaking her head.

"Dumbass." She said simply before gently pushing him out of the door by his shoulder. With her hand still on his shoulder, she squeezed it and leaned forward, pressing her lips on to his cheek. "Thanks for tonight, Beau. It was awesome, as always."

Her fingers had somehow ended up tangled into the hair at the nape of his neck. "Now, git." She grinned.

[Beau LaRoux]

Probably, yeah, people were probably talking about them. Beau believed it, or maybe he wanted to believe it. Did the difference really matter all that much in this case? He kept his attention on the object of his affection, noting the little smile which seemed to be natural, yet harder to keep this time for some reason. So Beau noticed as Liz heated up, noticed in more ways than one, actually, as he felt his own temperature increasing, as if his power was picking up her emotion instead of just her little fire-bending act.

A punch, a comment, and Beau was grinning again. "Yeah, that sounds about right," he drawled. Hands went to his shoulder and Beau found himself pushed/forced out of the room, moving more or less under his own power, one foot going very much in front of the other. Yeah, this wasn't the first time this had happened either. The heat he felt from her touch though, that felt... different this time, distractingly so. He was out the room either way, with her hands still on his shoulders. Soon Liz added her lips to his cheek, and Beau's grin got just a little sloppier, just a little sillier.

"I should be the one thankin' you," he said, actually meaning it. "But you're welcome anyway," the welcome turned into a halfhearted yelp as Liz got him.

and he git, shuffling away, his hands in his pocket and songs going through his head, songs dancing all around very similar themes.