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[color=f6989d]Marinalia Romus Olympus "Mali" [/color][color=6ecff6]& Victoria Darya Romus "Vika" [/color][/color][/centre][/h2]
[h3][centre] [color=a2d39c]Tuesday - Luna Sports Centre - Sol City[/color][/centre][/h3]


[b]Taco Tuesday[/b] 


[b]Victoria [/b]
Victoria took a few seconds to process between the emergency stop and his response, you really did not prepare or plan for it. Seeing him suddenly reach for something, woah... [i][color=6ecff6]"Woah... No need to go John Wayne in Dirty Harry. Not a Clanton in gravestone like the man with no name. Or was it Wyatt Cassidy?"[/color][/i] Victoria could not really do much with the seat belt on the way move, so was just glad when he stopped. Jumpy much? Paranoid? Her understanding of westerns was... A little less than comprehensive... Hopefully she had not got that too wrong. 

Giving a little awkward smile, her reaction was definitely surprised over all. This situation was rather definitely not normal. His comments made her feel a bit bad, but what was done was done and there were no changing things that had happened. [i][color=6ecff6]"umm. Not run over at least."[/color][/i] OK that was not exactly confident or very anything... Not exactly every day you nearly run someone over. Chicken wings, really, the cardboard of food? Hospital catering maybe. That or American cheese... In plastic slices. Why? [i][color=6ecff6]"Yes. My healthy post yoga snack just. Well. Did not do it for me. I can enjoy fish fingers and custard. Not sure if pregnancy or first stage of insanity?. I'll spare you the worse parts."[/color][/i] trying to make light of some of the downright odd combinations that were rather palatable for her, pickled things, god why. Least it lightened the mood a bit and well it was not so awkward. 

Relaxing a little and turning down the shuffle that had swapped over to a Tatu song in native Russian she was half humming, a little bit singing along to without thinking. [i][color=6ecff6]"oops, Dira got me into it when I was in Moscow. 

Your judgement on my choices is quite damning, you think you can do better? Though if anything like your french press, I still remember that fondly.``[/color][/i] Teasing a bit, Victoria was a little more normal and not the awkward I nearly ran you over Victoria. [i][color=6ecff6]''oh, unfortunate. You have clouds, right? You'll be back up in no time?"[/color][/i] Victoria knew her tech, she had designed her own high level security systems, granted regular clouds had a few disadvantages, the regular celeb nude scandals for instance. [i][color=6ecff6]"Is that your reel stick drifting away out into the ocean?"[/color][/i] The fact her father was a sea captain and she messed up fishing terms was an ongoing joke for some. She could name a bunch of advanced systems hardware and speak two fluent languages plus native level reading and writing and not know about something simple as basic fishing terms. 

Her dark grey eyes glancing under her raised sunglasses a second waiting for Milo to be clear, not wanting to run him over again or close to before pulling the Bentley into the guest / Customer spot next to his huge black truck that still made the larger Continental GT look small. Climbing out carefully after cutting the engine and hard tops slow yet smooth motion closing over seamlessly into the bodywork. Taking the comments as an invitation, just one alternative form they were. Climbing out very carefully on the slightly less steady gravel before hooking her handbag on arm and Cane from the passenger footwell. She was still fully getting used to getting in and out of the dark purple tourer. Leaving her coat on the seat remembering how hot he kept his home with the forge, the sports top and yoga pants even with pale blue, pink and white tartan skirt not hiding her rather slender figure. [i][color=6ecff6]"Well, I take it as an invitation or this is embarrassingly misread. You happen to have any sweet tea, like... самоваn? Urn? With sugar, lemon? заварка. Um, strong tea? Decaf? Dr banned caffeine."[/color][/i] Having to think of the various translations and contexts of a rather Russian, Persian and not so American concept. Though fully fluent it took a little thought to convert everything.[i][color=6ecff6]"Like canned tea? But not. Life was a lot simpler in Russia, I almost wish I was back. Everything is difficult."[/color][/i] Being somewhat too honest, Victoria life had by her own actions and others become very complicated, oh to be several years younger just enjoying events, exploring the Kremlin, just visiting friends and enjoying life in the many bars, gigs and so she managed to attend, with Dira and others able help to smooth out some of the problems. 

Glancing over and removing her sunglasses, trying to be decent about it all and not quite the ice queen look, the opaque glasses gave her hiding the majority of emotions in her eyes. [i][color=6ecff6]"I'd offer to help but I'm more hazzed than help in the kitchen sometimes. I'm good if you like pasta."[/color][/i] Leaning slightly on the snow flake cane Victoria was a little nervous at the whole fateful door and drive that had changed so much. 

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