She blushes again, still really, at his parting words.
Sweet.
He keeps calling her that as if it's a pet name and not an adjective. Once she's alone in the storeroom again, it takes Pippa a bit to compose herself and actually remember why she entered the room in the first place.
Cocktail napkins.
Right
.
She manages to spend the rest of the night keeping busy and (mostly) containing her excitement about the plans she has with Ro for the following day. She even manages to quell the butterflies in her stomach long enough to talk to the band during their set break and afterwards, once the bar has been closed down for the night. So what if she's not the only one grinning at Rory now and then?
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Sunday afternoon finds Pippa frantically running around her apartment (http://pics.livejournal.com/sand_andwater/pic/0003dey5), picking up scattered dog toys, discarded clothing and other miscellaneous items she's let get out of place over the past week. It's nearly three and Ro should be here any time now. And the puppy is giving her one of
those
looks again.
"Mr. Beaker, we just went for a walk. You can't be serious, puppyface." She pulls her hair back from her face and sighs as she flops on the couch, the dog quickly scrambling up beside her. "We're having company. Very important company. Ro. We like him, a lot."
She scratches behind the dog's ears and is rewarded with a happy bark. "That's right, so be good. Don't growl at him, don't chew on his shoes and please don't make any messes while he's here. We want him to come back."
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Cocktail napkins.
She manages to spend the rest of the night keeping busy and (mostly) containing her excitement about the plans she has with Ro for the following day. She even manages to quell the butterflies in her stomach long enough to talk to the band during their set break and afterwards, once the bar has been closed down for the night. So what if she's not the only one grinning at Rory now and then?
Sunday afternoon finds Pippa frantically running around her apartment (http://pics.livejournal.com/sand_andwater/pic/0003dey5), picking up scattered dog toys, discarded clothing and other miscellaneous items she's let get out of place over the past week. It's nearly three and Ro should be here any time now. And the puppy is giving her one of
"Mr. Beaker, we just went for a walk. You can't be serious, puppyface." She pulls her hair back from her face and sighs as she flops on the couch, the dog quickly scrambling up beside her. "We're having company. Very important company. Ro. We like him, a lot."
She scratches behind the dog's ears and is rewarded with a happy bark. "That's right, so be good. Don't growl at him, don't chew on his shoes and please don't make any messes while he's here. We want him to come back."