Dinner Date #2 Cillian Norewood & Chel Vega

The cameras hidden behind the leaves of the trees gave Korso a perfect view of the awakening prisoners, while still giving them the sense of freedom and privacy. If they didn't look extremely close, they would never even notice they were there. They were necessary though, not only for Korso's amusement. Who knew what they could get up to when left unsuperviced.
The birds were already singing this early morning, and the quiet breeze whom most took for granted, probably felt like heaven to them. Sunlight would hit them as soon as they awoke, and he loved seeing those awed, happy faces that always followed as a consequence. He loved seeing them, knowing that they brought more hope and pleasure which he could destroy later on. No fun breaking someone who had nothing to lose.
On the table not far from where they were lying in the green grass stood everything of food which they could possibly desire or crave. He wondered which part of this treat would amaze them the most.
As he noticed them beginning to stir, he leaned back into his chair and watched the monitor closely. This would be fun.

[OOC: Full list of food in the Tasks section of the Announcements]

Cillian woke up. The first thing he noticed was fresh air. He took in a good dose before slowly opening his eyes. Sunlight...was this some fucked up dream? He was outside..Cillian pushed himself up. His eye fell on the female with him. Chel. He walked towards her. Taking hold of her wrist. She was still alive. Cillian let go off the female. Slightly shaking the female. "Chel. Wake up." He tried before Looking at the table. Food...and drinks. This was too good to be true. Cillian raised his eyebrow. He wasn't wearing a collar. Nor were there any weapons which could result in death. Cillian sat down at the table. The food did not appear like it had poison in them. To be honest.. It looked very good.

"Mmmfuck I hate that gas..." Chel groaned as she slowly woke up. She blinked her eyes against the harsh light, a little dazed. Then the smell of food hit her and her mouth started watering. 'Ahh, the date.' She got up and spotted the table, with Cillian already sitting down at it. She sashayed to her own seat, flicking her hair out of the way. "Hope you don't mind me including you for this. Had to bring a male or not come at all." she explained first. "That and I figured we should get a chance to get acquainted properly. The circumstances of our first meeting were...less than desirable, obviously."

Cillian gave Chel a smile as soon as she was awake and talking. ''No I don't mind at all. It is nice going outside like this. With nice food and drinks. It's nice for a change. Thank you.'' Giving her a kind nod. When she spoke about their last meeting he chuckled. ''Yes it wasn't that nice...How have you been doing? Is your arm alright? And everything else?'' Cillian asked a bit worried. He disliked what was displayed that day. And what they had to do to keep their partners alive. Cillian glanced at his hand. Though they did put a bandage around it. A finger did not grow back. And what Chel's partner had cut into her arm wouldn't either..

"I've been fine. Hadn't had any bad cellmates so far." Chel said, grateful she hadn't shared a cell with a rapist or someone else just as sick. She looked down at her arm, the 'SLUT' staring back at her. "No infection or anything. Had worse, honestly." she shrugged. "How about you?" she asked, then nodded towards his finger. "Thought for sure you'd bleed out or something." She'd been surprised that he hadn't screamed or anything. He was fucking amazing.

Cillian was glad everything was alright with her. ''I am very glad to hear that miss Vega. And it is fine.'' He did not know what to say about not bleeding out. Looking at his hand. ''They put a bandage around it. I'll just have to learn to live without the finger I don't use.'' He said sarcastically. Giving her a smirk. ''Would you like to drink something Chel?''

Chel glanced at the finger in question, noticing that it was that special finger. She was getting strong vibes that maybe they'd both had distressing love lives before this place. She was glad for the change in subject, and returned his smirk. "That would be lovely, Mr. Norewood." she purred. "A bit of red wine would do me wonders."

Cillian nodded. Standing up he took the bottle of wine out of the cooling box. ''I think it will indeed do wonders. After those months of water. This wine must taste pretty good.'' He said with a smirk as he poured two glasses for them. Handing one to her. ''On a good meal?'' Cillian asked raising his glass. ''or what else shall we toast on?'' Taking a seat. Cillian was glad she had invited him. It was very nice of her.

"Surviving another day, perhaps? That's always a good thing to toast to." Chel said, taking the offered glass. It had been too long since she'd had wine. Or beer. Or anything good really. And who knew if she would again?

''That's a good toast.'' Cillian said with a grin. Moving his glass to meet hers. Before taking a sip. The wine tasted better than he imagined. ''So what is miss Vega like?'' He asked teasingly. As his eyes went over the food. Cillian would let her pick some food first. It would be mannerless if he began stuffing himself with food.

"It's uh...MRS. Vega, actually..." she corrected quietly, then brightened. "And I'm sexy, ambitious, basically amazing--oh, and totally modest, too." She chuckled, plopping a berry into her mouth. It was tart, but delicious. But then again, anything would be after just plain bread. "And what is Mister Norewood like, hmmm?"

"Are you married? Congrats." Cillian said actually surprised. She wasn't that old. He laughed when she began about herself. Sexy and amazing. "You sure are very modest mrs.Vega." Cillian gave her a nod. With a teasing smile. Taking another sip of wine. "And well..I am ..hmmm..honest. Kind. Old but very Sexy..." Cillian joked. He moved to grab an apple. And took a bite. Hmm thiswas much better than bread.

Chel bit her lip at his congratulations. "Widowed, actually..." she corrected quietly. She swirled the remaining wine around in her glass, then finished it before plucking a pear from the bowl. "And you're not that old. You're...experienced~." she chuckled before biting into the pear.

..Oh..well..nice job Cillian. how stupid of him. "Oh..Sorry." Cillian looked down. Smirking though when she began about him not being old but experienced. "Well you too seem very experienced yourself Chel." He took the bottle of wine as he refilled both glasses. "To experience." Cillian grinned. "Or do you have a better suggestion about the toast again?" Cillian asked. Raising his eyebrow teasingly.

"More than you think.." Chel smiled at him over the rim of her glass. "How about to giving Korso one hell of a fight?" she suggested. He seemed like he wouldn't be one to give in quite so easily. That was an admirable quality.

That made him frown. ''How about..not?'' Cillian asked raising his eyebrow. ''With just the two of us. We won't get far. I know the prisoners might hate Korso. But everyone should be well aware that their not prisoners for nothing. He can click one button. And the next time our rooms are filled with gas. It won't be sleeping gas. But poisioned gas.'' That made him shake his head. ''We'll all die trying to get to Korso.'' Cillian than looked into her eyes. ''Since we both know how it feels to lose someone. We shouldn't toast on such a foolish thing. Time will tell us what kind of suffering we will face in this prison.'' Cillian removed his eyes from hers.

''Sorry I am kind of ruining the mood here.'' He shook his head. Missing the days he was more optimistic. But now he had to make sure that every step he took. Would be atleast two steps ahead of Korso.

"We're all gonna die here, anyway." Chel shrugged, "I just don't wanna go out with a whimper. Made a promise to someone, and I won't break it so easily." She shook her head, sighing. "It's alright. Kinda hard to keep up a good mood in here." Dangerous, too. Every good moment was one more way for Korso to mess with them. But, might as well be happy now since they'd certainly be miserable later.

Cillian sighed. "Let's toast on this delicious meal and worry about the reality later?" it was a waste to keep bothering about those things now. "For this say is far too beautiful to worry so much." He said as he looked up at the sky. "Not to mention your company is far too good." Cillian added sarcastically. Giving her a charming smile. Hoping to lighten the mood a bit.