Third Chappie (lol)

The van pulled into a fancy restraunt, with grapevines and potted flowers and marble columns and all that. Then the van drove off, leaving the 2 couples and one punk/goth dressed girl, and guess what happened?

"Uh..." Damir emptied his pockets. "Where'd my money go?"

"I thought you had it." Lorcan replied uneasily.

"Well, I'm pretty sure that I brought money, and Monique was supposed to bring backup money..."

Monique, Damir's girlfried, replied in a shrill tone, "I only brought 5 dollars for a few souvenirs!"

"Oh no, what are we going to do?" squealed Jennifer, Lorcan's girlfriend.

Damir stood their, scratching his dark curls which were slightly longer than average, nearly hiding his chestnut brown eyes, when he turned to... oh no...

Lvira.

Everyone else turned, as well. Monique, who had short-but-straight dark hair and dark skin like Damir decided to say it.

"Will you pay for us Lvira? Please pretty please with a cherry on top with whipped cream?"

Lvira thought, I don't like whipped cream... but said aloud, "Fine..." and took out a small card with a smaller pressed white flower and handed it to Lorcan.

"Thanks." he muttered, then three of them went into the restraunt. Only small, lithe, and overly sexy Jennnifer stayed outside.

"I caught you looking at him, you know. How dare you flirt with my boyfriend?" a dark, menacing aura had overtaken the small blonde. Her hair was straight in the top, then after it went over her ears it curled in wide ringlets about the size of one's pam, reaching her chest.

"What?" Lvira was puzzled.

"Don't 'what' me, you whore! I know you were flirting with him. Why else would he stop making out with mwah and talk to little old you?"

Lvira was miffed. I'm hardly old, she thought, in fact I'm younger than you even if I'm taller!

"Well, come on, anyways. I'm getting cold. Don't you dare talk to my boyfriend, slut!" She giggled at the last word, and suddenly the menacing aura was gone and she was skipping inside. Lvira followed.

Inside was lavishly decorated, and Lvira winced. There goes my money that I saved for 5 weeks... she thought.

At the table, they all ordered food (which costed even more money than Lvira had thought) and while they were waiting for the bill and dessert, Lvira decided she couldn't take any more of the feeding-each-other-while-making-'say aaahh'-noises and the kissing-and-then-mentioning-how-lovely-the-other-was and all the rest of the crap. She said firmly, "I'm going outside for some fresh air and maybe a bit of shopping, don't go off anywhere, I'll give you cash to pay for the rest of the bill instead." and she pulled from a large pouch slung on her side a smaller pouch filled with coins and dollar bills.

"Here." she said shortly, dumping the pouch on the table.

Then, gathering up her card, she whisked herself out of the door, and after a few minutes of hard walking, she paused and sat down, panting heavily.

Despite that, though, she still jumped nearly a mile when a drunked voice slurred, "Well, lookie here, it's a chic!"

Lvira instantly jumped to her feet, and saw a small group of men with empty bottles in their hands surrounding her.

"What're you doin', chic like you, out here in our ter-tory?" said the obvious leader.

Lvira tensed, not knowing what they wanted.

"Well, nev'r mind'at. Right now, you'll do what'ee wantya ta do."

Too late, Lvira realized what they were going to do. "The he--" she was cut off as one of the men slammed her into the wall. Then another man came up, and they held her struggling form down as the leader came up.

"Aw, c'mon, cutie, don't struggle." the leader mumbled in her face, his nose only centimeters away from hers. She could smell the strong alcohol on his breath.

Just as he was about to close in and steal her first kiss, suddenly he groaned, and fell over sideways, clutching his side.

"What the hell are you doing?" a voice, dark and mysterious, rang out through the alley. Lvira looked up, and saw a tall, lean figure towering over her, his face in shadow. The men fled, leaving Lvira crumpled on the floor with the figure looking down at her.

Lvira was trembling from the possible trauma, and she fainted.

The stranger gathered her up in his arms, bridal-style, and carried her to the restraunt, where he happened to know she'd come from, having seen her exit earlier.

The other 4 were exiting just then, and they saw Lvira, unconscious in the stranger's arms, although not for long.

She stirred, and the stranger set her down.

"Um... thank you?" Lvira was still dizzy and uncertain, and she stared at the stranger.

"You're welcome." He replied simply.

"Lvira!" cried Lorcan, to the irritation of Jennifer.

"Lorcan...?" she murmured, surprised, and then she swayed around to see him.

He had sprinted up, and stopped right before her. "I... I'm glad you're safe." Lorcan muttered, suddenly looking down.

Lvira didn't like the tense atmosphere, so she turned around again and said, "Thank you... er... what's your name?" she could sense Lorcan's irritation now as well as Jennifer's but she chose to ignore it.

"Me? I don't have a name." replied the stranger.

"What?!" the people all stared at him in shock.





I typed for too long............ anyways, either Valorona or Alanna can post the 4th chappie. And... this was based off of last night's dream. Cuz I'd had a dream that I was accompanying two friends (only my friends were boys, and they don't fit the descriptions because I changed the appearances) to a restraunt to do matchmaking, then I left them alone to go shopping for books, then I got waylaid by 3 drunk men, then right before the leader was about to start he was kicked in the side by the person I like... and then the person carried me, unconscious, back to the restraunt... which was Olive Gardens, by the way, leading to the grapevines... and then I woke up there, and then from the 'wakes up' part on the rest is false, spun by my waking head for solely the story. Instead, in the dream, one of the boys said, "We can have a triple date now!" and then before I could react they'd pulled him and me to the next part of the 'date' which was supposed to be shopping.