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Post by Tommy Merlyn on Apr 15, 2014 16:44:01 GMT
Something memorable...but what? For a time he didn't care if he left any mark on the world. He wanted to be remembered somehow, but being remembered as a rich man with a connection to the company was one thing. Doing something memorable was another entirely. If only it were easy to do so. Oliver probably had left a mark just by disappearing at sea, although that mark would probably only last so long, and that's not how Tommy wanted to leave one.
"I guess we'll find out," he said. He still wasn't sure where to begin or anything, "I guess with you around, you can help me to figure it out, and how to leave my mark in the end. I don't know if I can figure out how to do it alone."
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Post by Laurel Lance on Apr 15, 2014 19:44:47 GMT
"I believe you can do it, but I'm here to help you if you need it." Laurel always seemed to see the best in people, regardless of who they were and what they did. She even tried to see the best in the 'villains', though that usually ended up impossible for her and she found herself battling them in court. "The great part Tommy is that you have forever to think about this. The end is hardly tomorrow."
"Think about something you're passionate about. A charity maybe, or something you like doing. Maybe a restaurant, you're well-versed in food and good night that people, that's what matters in the food business." Laurel was really just throwing around ideas, bringing them back to a less-intense conversation than deceased friends and family.
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Post by Tommy Merlyn on Apr 15, 2014 19:59:36 GMT
"You know, almost sounds like a nightclub is my type of thing then, if you're putting it like that." He could indeed run a nightclub, he figured. He knew enough in that area, and the related areas. He had no business experience, so that was going to be a problem, probably, but this was all just hypothetical, by no means was it a set path or something he was even contemplating.
He let out a breath, "Alright, enough of the past and jobs and stuff. It's starting to depress me a bit." Both aspects did. He didn't care much for the past, and well, he wasn't looking forward to a job or anything, so both paths were something he'd rather avoid thinking about.
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Post by Laurel Lance on Apr 15, 2014 20:38:56 GMT
He had a point, though Laurel wasn't thrilled about the idea. It wasn't that she was suddenly insecure about him in that setting, just that she wanted to see him go onto something more meaningful in his life. "You'd be successful, I know that. I still think you'll find something better in time. You have all the time in the world, your money isn't going anywhere."
Nodding, Laurel had to agree. She wanted to see Tommy take on responsibility, but he wasn't at that point in his life yet. "In that case, I think you owe me a dinner."
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Post by Tommy Merlyn on Apr 15, 2014 20:45:12 GMT
He gave her a smile, "Oh, I owe you now, do I?" he asked. He figured he might owe her for agreeing to be with him, or something, but he wasn't entirely sure what she was referencing. "And what is it that I owe you for?" He didn't mind, he'd be happy to take her to dinner now, and every night for a long time to come if he could. The more time he had with her, the better.
He started to think about where he would take her. There were a number of good places, but which one would be perfect for this? He wanted her to remember this dinner, so he needed something special, he needed the best place he could think of, the one that would mean the most.
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Post by Laurel Lance on Apr 16, 2014 1:05:27 GMT
"Oh Merlyn , you owe me for so much." Smiling as she joked slightly, Laurel had no problem taking a good meal from Tommy, he did have a way of wining and dining her making her feel special. "You owe me for the brilliant idea of doing what you're passionate about, and well, just for putting up with you." Laurel was joking of course, but Tommy had asked.
"If we're going to accomplish anything like dinner, I need to go home and shower. Pool hair is not exactly appropriate for the places we tend to go."
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Post by Tommy Merlyn on Apr 16, 2014 3:00:50 GMT
He nodded a few times, and then spoke up, "Who says you need to go home? You could just shower here...and well, I could always slip in there with you if you wanted." His hands moved around her waist and he spidered one of his hands up her side. He was mostly joking with that offer, but hey, if she accepted, then all the more fun for him. Well, not fun, that sounded wrong.
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Post by Laurel Lance on Apr 16, 2014 6:39:14 GMT
Tommy's hand moving up her side sent a quick shock through her body, forcing her to giggle. It tickled the way he did it, making her wiggle a bit, though she didn't really pull away, nor push him away. It was a moment of fun, something they both desperately deserved. They had been so focused on the events of the past and just trying to feel better over the last few years that Laurel knew for sure she hadn't done enough to make her future better, and she was pretty sure Tommy was in the same situation.
"Well you could...but I have a feeling we'd never get to dinner if you did." It wasn't really a feeling, Laurel was certain that it was a fact. Dinner would continue to get pushed back until it was eventually pointless to even go. Glancing to the blue sundress that matched her bikini, left on one of the chairs not being used. It was a perfect outfit for a day at the pool, though not completely restaurant attire. It could have been worse though, like jeans. "I could shower here, as long as you don't mind being seen with me looking casual." Tommy always seemed to look put together because he was Tommy, but Laurel always looked perfect because her job counted on it, first impressions were everything when you were pleading an argument to twelve strangers.
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Post by Tommy Merlyn on Apr 16, 2014 13:40:13 GMT
He stopped with his hand and just circled it around her waist again, with his other arm. He sighed a little, in a way that indicated he was joking more than anything, "What, don't you trust me to have some self discipline? Ok, don't answer that." That was a joke, but could be taken in a serious way very easily. The way Tommy lived his life, it wasn't hard to make a joke out of that one, but he'd rather she didn't.
He didn't think she would, but he wanted to be sure. He looked at the sundress as well and then back at her, "I don't mind at all if you look casual. It doesn't really change any plans either, I can just throw money around if someone objects once we arrive." He figured that a few places might not admit her inside without something "proper", but money usually solved those problems, and he'd see to that being solved right away, if it was problematic.
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Post by Laurel Lance on Apr 16, 2014 16:23:45 GMT
Laurel opened her mouth and was about to answer when he told her not to make that joke. "I think you're just excited about things you care about and you act on that passion." Quickly, Laurel changed the answer that she gave Tommy, holding back the joke about his self-control for another time. Tommy lived in a world of money and no consequences, there was always enough in the coffers to pay off officials to get out of any offense, a world Laurel could barely even imagine.
"I just don't want to drag down your reputation." Now she was kidding, if anyone was going to ruin someone's reputation, it would never be Laurel Lance. Leaning forward and pulling away from Tommy and out of his arms, Laurel twisted around to briefly face him, kissing him lightly. Swinging her legs off the deck lounge and standing up, Laurel gathered up her dress and black strappy heels, grabbing her water last. Barefoot, Laurel headed across the pool deck towards the house, knowing Tommy would come along eventually. She knew her way through the house, she had played there as a kid, back when it was determined that she was safe to be around because she didn't have cooties since she was a friend, not a girl.
Heading into the back of the house, Laurel maneuvered through the kitchen and out to the staircase that led to the second story. Ascending the stairs, Laurel turned down the hallway, passing various doors until she came to Tommy's room, opening the door and stepping in. Dropping her shoes on the floor and setting the water on a side table, Laurel headed into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, Laurel discarded her swimwear and stepped into the shower. Though it was stocked with everything she'd need, it was hardly the stuff she would normally use. By the time she stepped out of the shower and got dressed, she probably smelled like Tommy, which wouldn't be the first time, though for other reasons the previous times. Putting the dress over her swim suit, Laurel wrapped her hair up in a towel to prompt it to dry faster before walking out of the bathroom and back into the main part of his bedroom.
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Post by Tommy Merlyn on Apr 16, 2014 22:09:49 GMT
Tommy heard what she'd said, and briefly nodded in agreement. That did make sense to him, that he acted on passion more than anything else. Logic was always there, and was always a good thing, but Tommy definitely worked more on passion than anything else. His life was dictated by it. A passionate hate towards his father, not one of logic. If he was thinking logically he'd probably see why his father left him as a child, but that was only now, when Tommy was older, that he could logically see that, and put himself in the same position, to an extent.
But yet passion ruled him. And then she said she wouldn't want to drag down his reputation, and then she kissed him and left. He remained sitting there for a bit and nodded to himself more than anything. No, he didn't care about his reputation. If she was going to drag it down somehow, he'd gladly accept it and go down with it. Laurel was what mattered, not his reputation, not his money. Well, no, he needed his money, but Laurel was actually more important than that.
He finally got out of his chair and picked up his drink. He probably shouldn't drink any more of it if he was going to be driving. Normally the old Tommy would have just finished it, but no, this was Laurel, and he had to be a better man. He set the drink down on the counter inside and headed up to his bedroom to get changed so that he could be ready to go. He wanted to go in and shower with Laurel, but he restrained himself. No, that might be moving too fast or something. He had to have some more control. He entered his room and started to go through his closet.
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Post by Laurel Lance on Apr 17, 2014 0:33:58 GMT
Slipping on the black heels Laurel had dropped off when she stepped into the room, instantly adding three inches to her height, Laurel peeled the towel off her head, letting her hair fall down. It was still damp, but better than it would have been had she not showered. Walking back into the bathroom, Laurel rummaged through the drawers until she found a comb, dragging it through her hair and bring some order to the chaos atop her head.
From the bedroom, she could hear Tommy in the closet, changing she assumed into something nicer than swim trunks. Walking over the closest, Laurel stepped inside behind Tommy. Placing her hands on his back, Laurel moved them up to his shoulders and lightly rubbed them. "Where are we going? Or is it a surprise? There's that new place on 10th. Could go somewhere new and start off with a blank slate. I heard one of the defense attorneys at work saying they have a great lobster risotto."
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Post by Tommy Merlyn on Apr 17, 2014 1:36:14 GMT
He wasn't paying much attention as he heard her leave behind him, but as soon as she put her hands on his back he stiffened for a brief moment, then relaxed and smiled. He looked down and closed his eyes for a few moments, then looked back up and pulled out a dark purple button up shirt. "Lobster risotto, eh?" he asked, nodding as he found a pair of pants and pulled them out.
He turned around to face her and gave her a direct nod, "That sounds fantastic. And a clean slate will be nice. Remove all of the history from wherever we go for our technical first dinner date." He walked to his bed and put his clothes on it, "A new place for the proper start of our romance together. Wow, that actually sounded sappy coming from my mouth, sorry."
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Post by Laurel Lance on Apr 17, 2014 7:26:21 GMT
Dropping her hands to her sides as Tommy plucked the clothes from his closet, Laurel followed him out of the closet and back into the main portion of the bedroom. "And to think, all because I was the one to ask you to dinner." Well, more like told him about dinner. Either way, Laurel had come up with the idea, and where to go, some place they wouldn't need to try and forget about anything else that had happened. It wasn't the first time they'd had dinner together, but it was kind of the first time they really went to dinner together, other than out of convenience of them both being hungry.
Walking to the bed, Laurel sat on the edge as she let her feet dangle off the side, not wanting to take her shoes off as they were getting ready to leave. Smiling to Tommy, Laurel nodded her acceptance of his apology. "It's okay. In the long list of things Tommy Merlyn has said to me, it certainly ranks a lot higher than 'your bed or mine?'."
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Post by Tommy Merlyn on Apr 17, 2014 13:33:27 GMT
"Yeah, that one wasn't exactly the best line to ever come out of my mouth. But why use so many words when four sufficed at the time?" he asked. He turned away from her and removed his trunks to change into proper underwear, not really caring that she was there. They'd slept together, it should be fine, and if not, he knew for next time not to do that with her around.
He pulled his pants on and got his belt in, then drew his purple shirt on and let it loose instead of tucking it in. He turned to her and sat down on the bed, pulling socks on, "Alright, I'll be ready to go in a few seconds then," he told her. He started to get his first shoe on, "I assume you know where this place is? I don't, well, not yet." he told her as he started on his second shoe.
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