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Twelve or so hours of driving (including stops for gas, food, cheesy tourist attractions, and other necessities) brought Wyatt and Isabel from Alexandria to Nashville. Driving cross-country was going to take a lot longer than orbing, but it was worth it for the experience and the company. And, of course, stopping at every Guy Fieri-endorsed diner they could find along the way.

Wyatt actually had a destination in mind for a late dinner, one he'd found recommended on the Food Network website. So after they'd checked into their motel, Wyatt led Isabel on the short walk to the Tin Angel.

"Dork," Isabel laughed.

"C'mon, I had to," Wyatt said, opening up the door and holding it for her.


[For great slowplay with the GF.]

Date: 2008-07-05 01:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"It was positively required, I know," she said, walking through the door and checking out the restaurant.

"It's perfect."

Date: 2008-07-05 07:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"With no amusingly ironic motives whatsoever," Isabel laughed as she reached for him hand. "So six hundred miles down, only twelve hundred more to go?"

Date: 2008-07-05 08:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
Isabel took her seat at the quiet corner table the hostess led them to. "Slow is good. It'll give us time to go to Opryland in the morning."

Date: 2008-07-05 08:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"Maybe every third," she said after a moment of pretend consideration. "Otherwise it'll take forever."

Date: 2008-07-05 09:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"I'll be following along right behind you. Just to make sure you use sunscreen." It had nothing to do with making sure some teeny bopper didn't throw herself at him.

Date: 2008-07-05 09:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"Not going to say a thing. Not going to say a thing," she snickered. "But if I were? It would be way dirty."

Of course the waitress picked that minute to walk up to the table, causing Isabel to turn several shade so pink. "I'll have an ice tea. He can pick the appetizers."

Date: 2008-07-05 10:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"Yeah, I'm sure that'll get me some weird looks," she agreed. "Welcome back to the real world."

Date: 2008-07-05 11:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"That and I didn't want to see you knocked on your ass trying to move something as big as my car."

Date: 2008-07-06 12:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"Maybe. Probably," she considered. "But we're not going to find out. I wouldn't want to see something important. Like the engine, get left behind."

Date: 2008-07-06 12:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"I know you have mad skillz," Isabel said with a sly grin. "But how mechanically inclined are you?

Date: 2008-07-06 01:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"Which is why we'll just keep driving. I don't want to try explaining how the car wound up like that." Reaching across the table she took his hand. "Besides, I like spending time like this with you. It's fun."

Date: 2008-07-06 02:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"It's because we haven't gotten lost yet," Isabel told her. "Just wait till we're in the middle of no where and he won't as for directions."

Date: 2008-07-06 02:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"That's what they all say honey," the waitress laughed. "Make sure to have a good map."

Amused, Isabel nodded. "I have several. Don't worry." But just to sooth a potentially sensitive male ego. "Not that I think I'll need them."

Date: 2008-07-06 03:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
She shrugged and stole a piece of angel wing. "Which means I can order something completely decadent for dessert and not feel guilty."

Date: 2008-07-06 03:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
Foiled by the puppy eyes. "Of course I will."

"That does look yummy. But I think I'll go for the Angel Louie. And just steal bits off your plate," Isabel grinned. "It's weird to think we won't be there to terrorize the newbies tomorrow."

Date: 2008-07-06 08:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"Like gremlins, gender-swapping, being wee tiny, or invasions of weetiny future children?" she listed, shaking her head. "Really! It happens! I have pictures to prove it."

Date: 2008-07-07 01:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"And then a week later you find them singing show tunes in the common room because they got gremlin bit," Isabel snickered. "Think though, in a few weeks we'll be the newbies. Fortunately I think we'll only get tormented with evil professors."

Date: 2008-07-07 03:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
She could picture Wyatt in a fraternity easily enough. Isabel wasn't sure she liked that picture because it involved bimbos in skimpy clothes. "You'd consider pledging? Really?"

Date: 2008-07-07 12:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"You've got a point. And tossing someone across the room because they pissed you off is not a good way to keep a low profile," she replied. "Besides, you might be busy. Are you going to have to take up the family business?"

Date: 2008-07-07 04:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"I'll worry," Isabel admitted. "Just a bit. Since I'm not going to be there to watch your back."

Date: 2008-07-08 03:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"You'd better," she warned, turning her hand over and lacing her fingers through his. "Because otherwise, I'll kick your ass. And then I'll tell Piper."

Date: 2008-07-09 03:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
Isabel slowly stroked her thumb over the back of Wyatt's hand, while under the table, she toed off her sandal and rubbed her foot over his ankle. If only the tables had table clothes.

"Probably Fandom Piper," she admitted. "Only because I know her better. Plus she'll tell Phoebe. Who'll probably tell Bel. And then I'll have two worried witches and a cranky demon to help me."

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