Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 9:18:44 AM)
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Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 9:20:34 AM)
*she parks her VW out front and gets out, moving to get the two bags of groceries in the back and then heads for his place to knock on the front door*
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 9:24:53 AM)
Bob's ute sits inside an open doored garage, weights taking up the second car bay, dart board on the back wall and a folded up table tennis table leaning against a side wall. Through the back door to the garage she can spy a large stone bricked barbeque setup. Theres a bugzapper seen near it and a hammock past all that dangling between a tree and a post put up especially for it. Somewhat curiously theres a garden which ends in a sandpit. The edges of the garden are verged by not only a small pond but also a sandpit. Outside of all this though, touches of Bob, the house looks well identical to the one two down and ... well, four down ...
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 9:27:48 AM)
"Its open Elise." His voice hard to miss really even from further into the house. The home inside showing more of the single man, no womans touch here, though its clean, surprisingly so given his tribe. The lounge has a cheapish entertainment system to it and a desk off to one side with papers upon it and a drawing setup. Garlic and other herbs hang up drying on the front of the walk in pantry and theres several beanbags to either side of the main couch in the lounge.
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 9:28:48 AM)
*she shuts the door behind her after coming inside, looking around and then heading in the direction his voice came from*
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 9:30:54 AM)
"I'd thought about getting us some drinks or the like while we cooked but you mentioned you weren't much for that. So ... I taped the rugby from the weekend from down south. What I watch when its not gridiron season ... boys are damn tough. If you've not seen it before, might be fun to watch while we cook, since a good gumbo takes time."
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 9:31:41 AM)
Bob leaning down to pick up the remote before rising and looking her way, past the kitchen where shes on one side to the lounge on the other.
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 9:32:32 AM)
*she nods with a smile* Sure. Where should I put these? *meaning the bags of groceries, of course*
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 9:33:37 AM)
"Just ... on the bench opposite the oven, we'll need a bit of space around the hob." Moving to come over. "I hope it didn't cost too much, going to use the herbs I have here, thats why they weren't on the list I gave you."
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 9:34:53 AM)
*she walks over and puts them down on the bench before looking at him and shaking her head* Nope, not too much. *she loosk up athim* How are you?
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 9:36:09 AM)
"I'm good, been hoping I don't fuck this up too bad to be honest ..." A pause, before an amused smile. "That and cleaning up the house so you didn't think I was some pig."
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 9:37:44 AM)
*she shakes her head smiling* Don't worry so much. Looks like you have a really nice place. What's with all the sand pits? You play horseshoes out back or something?
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 9:39:49 AM)
A laugh at that, shaking his head and moving to lean against the bench a little to not tower over her quite as much. "Nah, its for trialing out levee's and landmoving or at least showing a client what I mean on a smaller scale. Sometimes its good when I have an image in my head but can't quite figure it out. Lot cheaper than doing the whole damn thing then realising I messed it up."
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 9:40:43 AM)
Oh...I see. *she smirks* I think. *shrugging her shoulders*
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 9:41:41 AM)
He leans in a little, giving her a small smile. "Basically I get to play sand castles from time to time and get paid to do it."
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 9:42:21 AM)
That I can understand. *she nods, smiling* Sounds kind of fun. Probably good exercise too, right?
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 9:43:21 AM)
"The real thing can be sure, when you're not behind a machine." He moves to open his hands, showing hands that only a working man could achieve. "Softer these days than they used to be ... but I think you get the picture."
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 9:45:35 AM)
*she looks down at his hands a moment, before nodding her head* Mm-hmm. *she looks at him again* So...I'm excited about the gumbo...ready to put me to work?
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 9:48:13 AM)
He nods a little and motions to her, to the oven. "Skillets already nice and warm, not too hot. Put it on when I heard you approaching the house. You ever made up a Roux before?"
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 9:49:06 AM)
*she nods* When I made a cheese sauce once. Butter and flour, right?
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 9:50:18 AM)
"You're on to it. Good ..." Giving her a warm smile and pulling back. "Knock yourself out. You like anything to drink while we're working at it?"
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 9:50:54 AM)
What do you have? *putting the butter into the skillet to melt down*
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 9:51:47 AM)
"Beer, a few bean and coke premixes, juice, water, milk ..." Shrugging a little. "Tea and coffee?"
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 9:52:53 AM)
Just water is okay. Sorry I made you go through the list...*with a chuckle she gets the flour ready for when it's time*
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 9:54:51 AM)
He just leaves her to it, grabbing out two pump bottles chilled in the fridge and placing one nearby for her. Moving over and turning on the TV so she theres other sound going on, turning on the rugby so that she has not just one big strong guy to look at, but another thirty playing sport.
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 9:57:46 AM)
*she looks over at him by the tv before turning her attention back to the stove* I don't really understand how rugby works. *with the butter melted, she puts in the flour, stirring it around to mix it all in, it's soon ready to go*
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 10:00:37 AM)
"Sorta like gridiron except theres less breaks for tv, the blockers are more involved in constant heavy work and the backs ... are always ready for it. And you can't pass forward, only kick it. The twenty second explanation." A grin at her as he comes back, sipping his water. "This game was on yesterday morning, best team in the world." Moving over and leaning over her shoulder to have a look, she can smell his aftershave as he does so. "Looking good."
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 10:22:20 AM)
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Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 10:26:12 AM)
"Okay ..." Letting her deal with pulling the shrimp out and then moving to pull the okra out and then moving to offer her a stew pot." Pour the roux into the saucepan for now, first you need to brown the okra and after that saute the chopped onion, green pepper, and red pepper. I'll chop up the onions and things while you're cooking the okra."
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 10:27:41 AM)
*she nods, putting the roux in the other pan and then getting the okra on to brown, stirring it now and then as necessary*
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 10:29:51 AM)
He moves to start pulling things out and despite his large hands she might be surprised to see him beginning to chop things up relatively efficiently. Eyes watering a little as the onions chopped up, unashamed of that. Shes barely finished the okra before its all deposited upon the chopping board next to her. "There ya go."
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 10:31:18 AM)
*giving the okra another stir, she points to the other veggies* In with that? *pointing to the frying pan she's in control of for now*
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 10:34:09 AM)
"Oh ..." Moving to put the stew pot closer. "Tomatoes and okra in there, clean off your pan and sautee them all up."
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 10:35:53 AM)
*she does as instructed* This uses a lot of pots, I guess, huh? *getting everything situated where it needs to be, stirring one, then the other and back and forth*
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 10:38:12 AM)
"Its only in the short term, we clean most of them up while its stewing." Smiling softly at her words. "Welcome to cooking. Okay, the sautee looks pretty good, chuck it all into the stew. Warm up your roux again ... and add in your shrimp stock into it. You know, the fluid we left in the dutch oven." Saying it just incase she isn't sure on that.
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 10:40:11 AM)
*she nods, turning on the roux before pouring the saute into the stew pot and then pouring in the stock too before looking around for what to do with its pot* Um...sink? Or keep it out to use again?
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 10:43:26 AM)
"Sink ... we're done with that." Smiling to her reassuringly, knowing it must seem a bit overwhelming. "Okay, when its blended, we pretty much just put in everything else and just wait for it to cook. Let it simmer for an hour to two ... depending on your tastes and then another fifteen minutes or so with the meat in it. Simple ..."
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 10:45:27 AM)
*she deposits it in the sink* Yeah I only think I forgot the first three steps...*she turns him and smirks before walking back over to the stove, giving the mix a stir again*
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 10:47:00 AM)
A light laugh, moving to get out bits and pieces, adding a touch of salt and pepper to it, then some of his herbs and spices, rice into it and then letting her stir all she wants. "Pretty much cooks itself now."
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 10:49:13 AM)
*stirring it* So...quit stirring? Do we have to cover it or something? *she puts the spoon down next to the pot*
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 10:51:15 AM)
"Just from time to time ..." Motioning for a lid off to one side and then moving off to one side, letting her move with him to the lounge to relax. "Now would be when you enjoy a wine or a beer normally. Instead you just have to put up with me."
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 10:52:58 AM)
*she follows him, finally having some of her water, smiling* I think you'll appreciate me not having something alcoholic to drink. Honestly.
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 10:55:44 AM)
"You're really that bad?" Moving to settle on one end of the couch, giving her plenty of room, watching her curiously.
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 10:56:59 AM)
Yeah. *she sits down on the couch too, towards the other end and looks at him* It's pretty awful.
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 10:58:02 AM)
"I find it pretty hard to believe ... but I guess I'll just have to take your word for it." Giving her a small smile. "So ... we have time to kill?"
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 10:58:36 AM)
*she nods* Guess so. *she sips her water again*
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 11:02:27 AM)
"Doubt you really want to see me in my ... sand pit as you put it." Chuckling to himself and moving to lift his water, sipping from it himself before looking at her curiously. "So how piss poor am I at teaching you how to cook?"
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 11:03:15 AM)
Why wouldn't I want to see the sand pit? *she slides the edge of the cushion, nodding towards the back of the house* Let's go. *she sips her water again*
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 11:04:20 AM)
A shake of his head and he moves to rise, waiting for her for a moment before heading through to the garage and opening the backdoor, letting her out into the backyard and waiting for her. "My little bit of earth..."
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 11:06:03 AM)
*she gets up too, leaving her water for now, and walks after him...yeah, checking him out...as he leads her out back...she stops beside him and looks the yard over better now that she's actually out in it*
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 11:08:44 AM)
Hes done a pretty good job with his body, if it has been achieved through not just hard work, its not like one part of his body, like his arms or shoulders are oversized compared to the rest. Hes just ... big all round. Watching her curiously for a bit. "Well... what do you think?"
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 11:10:46 AM)
*immediately* Very nice. *oh, he meant the back yard, nodding she takes another look around* Looks like this took a lot of time. Nice hammock.
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 11:12:04 AM)
He watches her for a moment with a small smile, that twinkle in his eyes before looking out over to the hammock. "Looks better with a pretty gal in a bikini in it I think, not that its been so lucky for a while."
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 11:13:45 AM)
*she chuckles a little, smiling and looking at him before motioning towards the sand pile near him* So you move this all around like a model kind of? Or something?
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 11:15:35 AM)
He nods and moves towards the sand pile. Hunching down, thighs out before him, knees apart and then cupping some of the sand up, he starts to build up a small levee. "See, dirt close for different things, thats why the end of the garden is just dirt and if you want to get real fancy I use water from the pond."
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 11:18:03 AM)
*she nods again, giving him another sly once over as she walks to him and stops, looking down at him and then over at the pond* What job are you working on now? Stuff with the levees? Or something else?
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 11:19:51 AM)
"Yeah, helping the Army Corp Engineers finish off a new set of levee's, trying to make damn sure that they don't fail again if we get hit by another storm." Glancing up at her from his position.
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 11:21:17 AM)
*she nods, looking down at him* That's a lot of pressure on y'all...isn't it?
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 11:22:52 AM)
"Tis is it fails. But then ... that'll be bad for all of us." Moving to brush off his hands on his jeans and rising again with a grunt. "I'm contracted out though, so less on my head for them."
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 11:23:55 AM)
*she nods, watching him stand up* Do you like what you do?
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 11:25:31 AM)
"Sure, it pays the bills, gets me out into the air and sometimes use some pretty kickass machinery. Plus it helps me ... met people. Useful." Smiling faintly, noticing her eyes stray again for a moment.
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 11:27:33 AM)
*she smiles to him again, her eyes looking where they ought to*
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 11:28:43 AM)
"What about yourself? Where do you live? You have a place of your own?"
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 11:31:42 AM)
*she nods* I'm out in Navarre. Mrs. Sepko's on the first floor and I have the second floor of her house.
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 11:31:55 AM)
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Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 11:32:14 AM)
(oops..hit the wrong thing!)
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 11:33:12 AM)
"Ahh, I see. Well, I suppose you don't need anything bigger. To be fair this place is a bit big for just me... but I use the other rooms for storage and my office." Gazing around it a little. "Plus I think a regular apartment would drive me crazy."
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 11:34:33 AM)
Well, she's got a nice bit of yard out back. I spend a lot of time out there. *she shrugs* I'd rather be out of the city all together but that's not really practical with getting to work and all.
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 11:35:44 AM)
"Yeah ... maybe someday I'll get a small block of land, the whole picket white fence an' all that." Smiling in amusement. "I dunno, maybe my family would have something to say about that."
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 11:37:38 AM)
*she smiles again* Yeah...they might think you turned Coggie on them.
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 11:39:16 AM)
"That'll be a day when all goes to hell in a handbasket. Yeah." Smiling faintly before looking at her curiously. "Your people won't worry about you hanging out with a shitkicker like me will they?"
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 11:42:13 AM)
*she shrugs some, smiling a little* They'll get over it. Heck, you're like the size of most of them. That's gotta stand for something right? *she shakes her head* My guardian seems pretty cool. I doubt he'll care much ....
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 11:43:15 AM)
"They might appreciate my size. Hell if I know." Shrugging a little. "Still wouldn't want to pick a fight with any of them though." Smiling at her appreciatively. "How long've you been pressing the iron?"
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 11:44:28 AM)
Regularly? Like two weeks. Before that it was just calisthenics and swimming on my own when I had the chance. *she shrugs*
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 11:46:15 AM)
He nods a little. "Small signs ... but only touches. If you ever want somewhere else to do it, you're welcome to use my gear, though I admit, you might want to hold off till you're a little stronger... no offense."
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 11:47:16 AM)
*she nods* None taken. I know I'm just starting. *she doesn't seem to have a problem wtih that*
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 11:50:06 AM)
Pleased, he moves to look away for a time, looking out over his backyard and seeming to relax a little. "Not one for perfumes? Not so bad ... makes you different from most gals I know. Well, not that you aren't anyway."
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 11:51:52 AM)
*she shakes her head, hooking her hands in the back pockets of her shorts* Not usually. Something in them irritates my skin sometimes...
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 11:53:06 AM)
"No alcohol, no perfume ..." A curious glance her way before finally a touch of amusement. "Its like this thing where i'm going to have to compensate for you or something. And struggle to buy you gifts."
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 11:54:35 AM)
*she looks at him* You're going to buy me presents? *she smiles a little*
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 11:56:40 AM)
"Its always a possibility. Depends, are you going to lie in my hammock in a bikini?" A small smile at that.
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 11:58:23 AM)
*she pauses awkwardly, looking over at the hammock before looking back at him* Depends, I guess. *it seems not as if she's not amenable to the idea, but that she's not saying everything*
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 11:59:05 AM)
A quirk of an eyebrow, looking at her for a couple of moments before. "I've put my foot into my mouth somehow and I'm not sure how ..."
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 12:00:24 PM)
*she shakes her head* No I just...it depends on whether you can get past some nasty scars or not. gesturing towards her torso, shrugging her shoulders again and not saying anything else*
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 12:01:05 PM)
"Scars?" A pause before. "Is it somewhere you can show me? With decency I mean."
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 12:04:19 PM)
*she hesitates* Well, some of it.. *she pulls her hands out of her pockets and pulls the front of her shirt up a few inches, not too much, but older , jagged and once deep-looking claw scars travel down over her very pale stomach...looks like she doesn't get the bikini out too much*
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 12:05:44 PM)
A grunt before he moves to rest a hand lightly upon her shoulder, squeezing it. -q- "You shouldn't be ashamed of them. Whoever gave them to you should be."
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 12:06:44 PM)
*she shrugs, letting the shirt fall back to place* I'm not really. Just a lot to explain if I ever want to wear a bikini to the beach, you know?
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 12:08:11 PM)
"Yeah. Well my hammock is nice and private. Then you only have to put up with me staring and not a bunch of dickheads who ask way too many questions." Grinning, thinking about how thats all they did when they met.
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 12:09:12 PM)
*she smiles a little, nodding* Well...maybe I'll take you up on it then.
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 12:11:36 PM)
A nod. "Enjoy the yard ... be right back, gonna stir the food." Hand resting on her arm again for a moment before giving her a moments peace.
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 12:14:27 PM)
*she nods, and looks things over again, hooking her hands in her back pockets again*
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 12:15:47 PM)
A few moments pass before she realises hes returned a little, standing in the door to the garage and having just stood there for a time, watching her as she stands there in the back yard like that.
Elise Wagner (Aug 1, 2010 12:16:54 PM)
*she turns to look at him, pulling her hands out of her pockets again as she does so* How's it doing? Okay?
Bob Stevens (Aug 1, 2010 12:19:36 PM)
"Yeah ... its doing fine. Smells good, we'll make a good out of you yet." Leaning against the frame as he chats to her, if his hair wasn't so short it'd likely have brushed against the top.
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