Dance a little more { Adrien }

[Monica Summers]

Monica was getting ready for her second date with Adrien. The first one had been so crazy and fun that she couldn't wait to see what happened on this time 'round. She was dressed in a more casual look with this shirt and these pants on along with her black all stars. Her blonde hair had a natural slight wave to it and her lips had a pink tint to them thanks to her lip gloss. She put her cell in her pocket and walked down the stairs and sat down on the couch to wait for Adrien.

[Adrien Cold]

Adrien zoomed through the suburban streets in with his old 'gal. His helmet protected his shining blonde hair, as the wind presses through the motorcycle's sleek black shell. He squints, hating the dam contraption on his head. Muttering incoherent babblings against the odds. Finally, his destination is reached. He parks the said vehicle on the driveway, looking to avoid any accident. Setting the beauty down, he gladly chucks the helmet of his head, and replaces it with ray-ban sunglasses to complete this attire. He checks his reflection on the shining black helmet, running his tongue a top his teeth as he does so. Slowly, he makes his way to the door, knocking lightly with four light taps.

[Monica Summers]

Hearing the knocks on the door, Monica stood up and walked over to it. With a smile, she answered the door. "Hi Adrien." she greeted him. She was glad her father wasn't there, knowing he'd probably want to have a 'talk' with Adrien, or basically put him on the spot and freak him out.

[Adrien Cold]

"Hello Miss Monica Summers, I believe that you've ordered fine dining and one hell of an escort." Adrien grinned at her, a brow shooting up with delight at the sight in front of him. She really did know how to dress. He bows, "Unfortunately, I am here to provide you an untimely substitute. Well--- substitute yes, but devilishly handsome dontcha' think?" Straightening up, he winks at her, waiting for some sort of reaction.

[Monica Summers]

Monica chuckled. "Very," she said with a smile. "So where is it I'm being escorted to?" she asked. She was excited to know where they were going, seen as how she had no idea.

(sorries for the uber shortness)

[Adrien Cold]

"Well---" Adrien's brow shot up as he spread his arms up in the air to imitating leading men that bursts out into songs. "When you get caught between the Moon and New York City I know it's crazy, but it's true; If you get caught between the Moon and New York City; the best that you can do ...... " He sang, dancing along to the beat. He kneels, extending his arm to Monica, then continued, "The best that you can do is fall in love." He stands after his performance, bowing and flashing his audience a cheeky grin.

[Monica Summers]

Monica watched Adrien's performance, the smile never leaving her face. The song rang a bell, possibly from an old musical her mother used to watch. Either way, she enjoyed it. "Bravo!" she said once he was finished. Then she hugged him. "I doubt we're going to New York City or the moon," she said with a joking, light-hearted tone, "so where to?"

[Adrien Cold]

Adrien hugged her back, lifting her slightly off of the ground. "Ah. That is the question innit?" he rambles on as he let's go. "I would say that our supposed location is a surprise---but, what's the fun in that? So, I'll be frank and say, I don't know yet!" He grins at her, grabbing her hand. "C'mon!" he says, as he leads her to his baby. "Miss Monica Summer's I'd like to introduce you to my ever faithful companion." He drops her hand and crosses over to the other side of the vehicle. "So what do you think?" He holds his hand out, as if telling her to slow down, "But, you have to be honest, she can be a real softie at times!"

[Monica Summers]

"That's all the more fun," Monica chuckled, "then it's a surprise for both of us. "Okay," she said as he took her hand. Smiling at the way he spoke of his bike, she commented, "She's a beaut' Adrien. It's a great bike from what I know about them."

[Adrien Cold]

Adrien radiated from her comment. Sure, he really hadn't known much about the mechanics of it--but, his treasured companion was sure worth the hours of research. "Isn't she just?" he asks cheekily as he reaches for the spare helmet in the compartment. Throwing it at her, he lends her his hand. "Onwards then?" he asked with a sincere and somewhat childish smile.

[Monica Summers]

Monica grinned at the way he was so proud of his bike. "Totally." she agreed. She caught the helmet and put it on. "Let's go," she said eagerly, with a smile, as she hopped onto the back of the bike and wrapped her arms around his waist. She didn't find it awkward in the slightest as others might have.

[Adrien Cold]

Adrien couldn't surpress a smirk as her arms went around him. Sure, male ego aside, the action is totally necessary. But, the way that she did it so easily made him radiate at the fact that she trusted him that much. He was, to say the least, extatic. Making sure that his helmet was in tact, he starts of the vehicle. They zoom through the streets, remaining quiet due to the rush of winds. Noticing an empty parking spot in front of an ice cream parlor, he parks. Leaning the motor to a stop, he takes of his helmet. "So here we are!" he announces, looking back at her and then at the brightly colored ice cream shop with a cartoon ice cream cone propped at the roof of the building.

[Monica Summers]

Monica grinned as they zoomed through the streets. As they stopped, she looked up. Ice cream? Fun! she thought. She removed her arms from holding his waist so they could both get up. "This looks good right about now, I'm a little hungry." she said, smiling at him.

[Adrien Cold]

Adrien turned to Monica. Nevermind the fact that she was talking, all he could focus on was the cold air that surrounded his waist. The absense of her arm around him felt like a child's reluctant move out from under their comfortable bed spread. He turns back, trying to shrug off the somewhat early feeling. He grabs his keys, and jumps off the seat, quickly taking hold of Monica's hand. "Come on!" he exclaims as he drags her to the entrance, running.

[Monica Summers]

"Whoa!" Monica exclaimed, giggling. She followed as he lead her into the ice cream place. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" she replied. The look of the workers' faces in the ice cream shop made her chuckle. "They probably think we're crazy." she whispered to Adrien with a chuckle and a grin, getting closer to him in the process.