The Fine Art of Dating
William smiled sadly at the lovely woman before him as he patted her
hand. "You're very sweet," he told her gently.
"But," she sighed.
"I'm afraid so," he nodded with obvious regret.
"Go on then," she said, her ire already peeking, "list the faults."
He blinked at her then tilted his head, looking like an owl. "You're
lovely, beautiful and wonderful to be around."
"And that's a problem for you?!"
"Oh no, of course not. It's just that..." William brushed a hand over
his scalp-feathers. "You're not a mutant." He watched as the anger in
her eyes liquefied into pure indignation.
"You bigoted little nobody," she snarled. "How dare you dismiss me
because I'm not a freak. I lowered my damn standards to go out with
one of you. I had to keep reminding myself who you are and who your
father is or I'd've been sick numerous times..."
He smirked and closed his eyes as he let the tirade wash over him.
He'd known his physical appearance disgusted her, that's why he'd used
that line to dump her. Otherwise he would have perhaps been a little
kinder. Even so he was getting a name for himself as the most
unapproachable individual in the mutant community. He'd gone through a
woman a month for the last five years. The only reason he kept up the
pretence was for he sake of his parents. They desperately wanted him
to settle down and find a nice girl so he played at looking, knowing
that each girl would have something wrong with them.
He had a strict code for each 'date'. It was dinner, he always came to
this restaurant and always had this table. He would pick them up at
eight, wine and dine them then, if there was to be a second date, he'd
drop them off exactly two hours later. If not, they found their own
way home. The second date went along the same lines, perhaps lasting
slightly longer. He never, under any circumstances, met them for
anything other than dinner and he never, ever bought them coffee.
It was the stinging slap that brought him out of his musings. His
mirror eyes fixed on the woman standing above him with a red face.
"You're not even listening to me! How rude is that?" she huffed.
"I'm sorry, I lost concentration at around about the point you called
me a freak," he said flatly. His face lost all _expression_ and he
stared at her as if she was a mouse and he was the owl. "You can go
away now. You've had your free meals on my father's expenses." He
made a shooing motion with his hands, closed his eyes and pretended she
no longer existed.
Only once he was completely sure she was gone did he open his eyes and
smile, taking a sip of his champagne. He grinned at the pretty little
waitress as she sauntered over to clear the vacated place at the
table. He liked her, always insisting he be placed in her area to be
served. Her long dyed-black hair was pulled back into a braid while
tiny studs sat three per ear. His sharp eye-sight told him she wore a
tongue spacer in place of a bar and that she'd had a lip and nose ring
once upon a time. After draining his glass, he waved it at her.
"Another bottle, I think. This is definitely a celebration."
Jenny raised bright green eyes to him and snorted. "You're a true
piece of shit, Worthington."
"Why thank you sweet lady," he laughed, "I'm glad you approve."
"Sure," she rolled her eyes. "But you're still a prick. How many does
this one make?"
"Oooo, sixty seven, give or take," he said, still laughing merrily.
"Dear god you actually keep a count," she groaned. Once the plates
were all piled high, she shot him a disapproving look. "As I said,
you're a piece of shit." Just as she turned, she caught sight of her
boss within hearing distance and groaned internally but kept it off her
face. She'd been warned about her 'inappropriate' manner with the
youngest Worthington. She'd even tried keeping her comments to herself
but the guy had needled her until she lost her temper and told him.
For some sick reason, he seemed to enjoy her bluntness.
The mole of a Maitre'D shuffled over, his face a deep crimson as he
practically grovelled at William's feet. "I'm so sorry," he snuffled.
William looked like he'd been touched by something slimy as he
shuddered. "About what? The food was perfect, the service excellent,
I don't see a problem here."
"I would hardly call her attitude 'excellent'," the manager growled.
"But not to worry, she has been warned and I will deal with her
"Woah," William cried as the man scuttled away. "Shit," he muttered,
"She's the only damn thing about this place that makes it worthwhile
Barely two minutes later, the girl rushed back out, bag and coat in her
arms and un-shed tears in her eyes. As she passed, she shot him a
deeply hurt look but didn't even stop before slamming the doors on the
way out. The Maitre'D crabbed back over, rubbing his hands and
almost prostrate with apologies.
"I am so very sorry, Mr Worthington," he squirmed.
"Whatever," William snarled, tossing his credit chip on the table.
"Clear the Worthington tab, I won't be back." At the protestations of
the man, William just shrugged and sauntered out.
The moment he was outside, he swept open his wings and leapt into the
sky. He had to find that girl, he just had to. It wasn't fair that
she'd lost her job because of him and the she'd looked at him had made
him actually feel sick. He finally spotted her marching down Fifth
Avenue, not even having stopped to put on her coat. He swooped down
and touched down softly right beside her.
"Hey," he chimed, discovering that even his entrance didn't make her
stop so he had to almost run to keep up with her. "Need a lift
"Not from you," she snapped.
"I didn't ask him to fire you, y'know," he protested.
"No, just strongly suggested that he'd lose the Worthington tab if he
didn't, right?" She shot him a look of deep loathing but kept up her
"They lost it," he called as he let the distance grow between them.
"Yeah, right," she snorted but slowed a little.
"Right," he said easily as he came to a stop. "Why give them business
when they fired the only reason I ever went there in the first place?"
That made her stop too and she actually turned to gape at him. "I've
spent the last five years serving you and watching you make mincemeat
out of every girl you bring in there. You're a dick, you know that?"
He laughed brightly, his mirror eyes dancing with mirth and something
he didn't understand. "I am the ultimate "asshole."
"And now you're telling me... what?" she asked, folding her arms and
staring flatly at him. "You like me? You wanna date me?"
"I..." he blinked and his cheeks turned deep crimson. "I don't know.
I guess I'd like to buy you a cup of coffee."