Elizabeta
is
frustrated and looking for someone to punch...
Turkey
thinks
that punching someone is probably not the answer. If she wants she can come over and talk about it.
really just wants to punch someone though... she'd feel so much better afterwards.
Turkey
wonders
what got her in such a foul state?
doesn't really want to talk about it... though she appreciates the thought.
understands and wonders if she'd want to come watch oil-wrestling with him. There's a tournament going on and it would get her mind off of
her frustration.
would love to do that, it kind of sounded pretty hot...
knew she'd be up for it. Who could pass up two men covered in oil trying to shove their hands down each others pants to pin them to the
ground, right? He'll be right over to pick her up.
Elizabeta
thinks
it sounds excited and she really wasn't one to resist a good show.
Turkey
is
knocking at her door.
finished fixing her hair before she went to answer the door. Smiling a bit, "hey Turkey."
smiles at her. "Princess, you ready?"
nods a bit, "yeah." She still wanted to punch someone, though she had a feeling punching him was about the worst idea ever.
wouldn't be very pleased, that's for sure, but he wouldn't condemn her completely. He gives her a smile before leading her back to the
outskirts of a town with a huge field decorated in flags, stands and a squared off area for the wrestlers. He leads her to some good seats
so she can have the best view possible.
followed him contently, she couldn't help but be distracted by pretty much everything around them as they got to their seats.
can't blame her, it was a sight to see and when they do sit he leans back as he glances at the participants. He nudges her pointing at one
of the leaner but still very strong looking man. "You see him, he doesn't look like he can put up a fight but last year he really shocked
the crowd. Maybe he'll win this year, who knows."
followed to where he was pointing and hummed, "oh I can see why he would shock the crowd, never a judge a book by it's cover."
nods as the wrestlers, in pairs, go off to find a free area in the field and stand in front of each other. They were slick with oil and
determined to win.
leans into him a bit as she watched, "so which one are you hoping will win?"
grows quiet in thought as he scans over the contestants. "Hmmm, well, I was quite impressed with the guy I pointed out to you but do you see
him." He points at a guy with broader shoulders and a strong jaw structure. "I have a feeling he'll be the winner."
looks the guy over, debating before she nodded a bit, "it's possible."
glances down at her. "Who do you think will win?"
took her time to look the men over before she pointed to a taller man with a wider frame. "I'm willing to bet on him."
studies him and nods slowly. "Alright, what kind of bet do you want to make?"
glanced up at him, "hmm... I don't know, what kind of bet do you want to make?"
chuckles lightly. "You're the one that needs a pick me up. Whatever you like>"
thought for a moment, "you wouldn't want to bet what I want to bet."
quirks a brow interested. "I'm sure I won't mind."
shakes her head as she smiled, "how about we settle on dinner. Loser pays."
laughs. "Sure, that works. But what did you actually want to bet?"
grinned, "don't worry about it." She patted him on the shoulder. '
still wants to know but won't pry forward. "Alright, if you insist."
nodded as she looked over at the matches again. "
turns his attention back to them as well.
Elizabeta
was
actually enjoying this, she was glad he'd offered.
Turkey
was
glad she's feeling better.
watched the matches, laughing a bit.
watches as some of the men lose and the others go to the next round. The three men pointed out earlier were still in the game, he notices.
noticed that as well, focusing on the one she wanted to win.
sits up a bit when he sees that his wrestler is going against the leaner one. He was interested to see who would come out on top.
shifted her attention to that match, watching carefully.
moves to the edge of his seat as he hunches over resting his elbows on his knees as he watches them wrestle...the match going both ways.
tilted her head a bit as she watched, she was sort of rooting for the leaner one.
knew she probably would because that would mean he owed her dinner.
hummed a bit as she continued to watch the two.
frowns...if his guy lost he'd walk out....one of them had managed to get their hand in the others pants and he knew that the match would be
over soon.
blinked at that and grinned a bit as she moved closer to the edge of her seat.
's expressions doesn't change as there is a turn of events and his guy manages to flip the other onto the ground pinning him and ending the
match. He grins and leans back in his chair relaxed. "Looks like I'm still in the game."
sighed dramatically as she leaned back shifting her attention to her guy, "oh so am I love."
smirks, it was going to be a very good tournament. "We'll see for how long."
sticks her tongue out at him with that before she focused on the matches again.
turns his attention to the last and finally round...between both their wrestlers....
grinned a bit as she noticed it was both of theirs that had made it into the final. "Hmm... still holding up on your guy?"
smirks and gives her a look. "Always. Get ready to lose." And the match begins.
shakes her head as she smiled, "I wont be losing."
Turkey
is
back to sitting on the edge of his seat as he watches the match attentively.
focused on the match now.
Turkey
is
curses in Turkish under his breath.
cursing*
Elizabeta
is
holding onto the edge of her seat as she smiled.
throws his hands up in the air yelling...the match would be over soon...and it wasn't looking good for him.
Elizabeta
was
super impressed with her pick as she watched, though she wasn't going to count it as win just yet.
, if he had been anyone else, would have closed his eyes at the evident lost but kept staring in displeasure as his wrestler gets pinned and
the champion is show cased to the entire area. "Well, fuck."
grins at that as she jumped up and looked over at him, "looks like I won!" she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek lightly.
crosses his arms and pouts a little. "Where did you want to go for dinner?"
Elizabeta
thinks
for a moment, "oh I know the right place!" She grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet. "Come on don't pout."
lets her lead him as he gets up and decides it's really not that big of a lose.
smiled over at him as she led him back into the city. "Thanks for that."
smiles back. "Yeah, no problem, princess."
let go of his arm to keep walking. "I guess I owe you one."
quirks a brow. "Not at all."
shakes her head, "I want to repay you. You're a good friend." She nodded.
shrugs. "I'm sure in time you'll return the favour."
smiles a bit, "of course." She nodded as she lead him to the small resturant.
restaurant*
glances around when they get there and doesn't recognize it. "It's safe to assume you've been here before?"
nods and smiles, "of course." She let the host lead them to a table. "It's really quite good."
chuckles. "I trust you."
took her seat, "good." she nodded.
takes a seat opposite of her and picks up the menu curiously.
picked up her own menu and flipped through it. It was was an Italian place, every now and then, she didn't mind Italian food.
Turkey
has
noticed a pattern of people taking him to Italian restaurants. He just shakes his head in amusement as he settles on something.
didn't know someone else had done that... she picked out the chicken penne and the red wine.
had decided on the minestrone soup, gnoochi al carbonara and some Tiramisù as dessert with a glass of red wine.
Elizabeta
was
pretty impressed with his selection. She always went with the simple things. Mostly, she just had a deep attachment to chicken right now.
Turkey
was
a bit of a food snob....he liked his food but she was more than welcomed to try some from his plate if she wanted too.
wouldn't mind that, if he offered anyway.
probably would.
"So... how's life treating you?" She leaned back in her seat, having put the menu aside.
leans forward in his seat. "Fine, can't complain too much. How about you? Feeling better?"
nods and smiles a bit, "a bit better. Thanks. I still want to punch someone though... maybe Gilbert."
snorts. "Well if you really want to I won't be offended if you run off after dinner."
laughs a bit, "nah I'll be good. I'll find him tomorrow or something."
chuckles. "Fair enough. So did you want to talk about what made you angry or would you rather not?"
shakes her head and smiles, "not really. It's hard to explain."
nods. "Alright."
placed her order with the waiter when he came to take it.
Turkey
is
just waiting on the food but was glad that the waiter had brought them their wine.
smiled a bit as she took a sip of her wine.
takes a sip too and swishes it in his mouth. "So are you still pining over Austria?"
blinks at that sudden question and she shook her head, "oh no. That is long dead." She nodded, "he's... different now."
had noticed that too. "Yeah, I've noticed that too."
rubs the back of her head lightly, "like he's more of... a wimp than ever and I can't stand it. It pisses me off. I want to blame Gilbert
for doing it to him."
sips at his wine. "His german is even really girly."
laughs a bit and nods, "yeah. He's totally become Gilbert's bitch..." She paused, "excuse my language."
quirks a brow amused. "That's fine, I've heard worse profanities come from my mouth."
nods as she took a few more sips of her tea. "Maybe I should punch Roderich instead..."
laughs. "Or invest in a punching bag?"
shakes her head a bit at that. "To expensive."
Turkey
is
surprised her government hasn't already given her one.
Elizabeta
is
surprised as well, but she normally uses Gilbert as her punching bag.
Turkey
thinks
it's a good alternative in that case.
Elizabeta
thinks
so too. She smiled at the thought.
Turkey
is
pleased when the waiter brings out their food.
smiles brightly at the sight of the food.
starts on his soup, tasting it first before nodding and eating away.
watched him before she took a bite of her pasta.
Turkey
wonders
if she wants to try some?
wouldn't mind trying some, if he'd like to try some of her pasta.
passes her his bowl. He wouldn't mind that either.
tried a small spoon of the soup before she passed it back to him. She put some of the pasta on her fork and held it out to him.
leans over and takes the fork in his mouth, eating the food slowly, tasting it.
smiled as she watched him expectantly. "The soup was really good by the way."
smiles. "It is and so is your pasta."
nods a bit as she sat back and took a sip of her wine.
starts working on his pasta...he didn't want it to get cold. "Good choice in restaurant."
Elizabeta
was
mid bite pasta as she nodded a bit and swallowed before she spoke. "Thank you."
Turkey
wonders
how she heard of this place.
Elizabeta
has
been here before, a while ago. It had been purely by mistake.
nods and continues to eat. "Have in the plans for the future?"
looked up at him with the question, "hmm?" She wasn't quite sure what he meant.
didn't mean anything specific. It was just a broad question that she can answer however she wants. "Anything exciting planned that you're
waiting for in the near future?"
quickly shakes her head, "oh no. Not really." There was some stuff with her boss, but really it wasn't exciting. "You?"
shrugs. "Festivals,events..."
gave him a curious look, "that sounds like fun."
smiles lightly. "Nothing, that isn't unusual for me."
blinked before she laughed softly. "Lucky you."
shrugs. "I just live in a big city. You're welcome to come if you want."
took another sip of her wine, "I'll keep that in mind."
finishes his pasta. "Do."
Elizabeta
is
still working on her own pasta, she was a bit of a slow eater.
could be slow or fast depending on the day.
finished off her pasta finally and took her time with the wine.
can't wait for dessert!
thought it was adorable how much she loved treats.
(( She? xD ))
had a sweet tooth he couldn't deny.
(He* sorry xD to much wine.)
always liked that about him, he always had something sweet with him.
couldn't leave the house if that were the case and is soon pleased when the Tiramisu is brought to the table.
watched as she asked the waiter for some coffee.
digs in right away let out a bit of a moan at the sweet and yet coffee taste....
laughed quietly as she watched him.
quirks a brow at that and pauses staring at her for a second. "Want some?" He offers as he scoops some in his spoon and puts it out for her.
blinked and smiled faintly before she took the bite from the spoon humming happily. "Thanks."
chuckles. "No problem. Do you want more or are you good?"
leaned back again, "oh I'm good, it is delicious though."
smiles before digging back into it. More for him in that case.
didn't need to ruin her diet. She smiled as her coffee came and she sipped it.
doesn't think she needs to be on a diet.
Elizabeta
thinks
she did, though it was more of something to keep her entertained in the kitchen.
Turkey
thinks
he could entertain her in the kitchen. 
Elizabeta
thinks
he probably could.
actually knows he could.
Elizabeta
will
take his word for it.