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[ajrimmer_ssc]

WHO: Rimmer and Raven.
WHERE: Mr. Smith's Fine Prime Rib restaurant.
WHEN: Saturday evening, 9/12/09
WARNINGS: Nah.
SUMMARY: Because Raven was so nice to Rimmer by babysitting him when he was snockered, he's treating her to dinner in thanks. Derp.
FORMAT: Whatever works.

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[darkprophecies]

Raven never does movement normally - or at least, not when she doesn't have to. And because of this, the moment the text message went through, she was there outside with him - dressed in a rather simple dress, just a casual summer one that she dressed up with heels.
Oddly enough, she felt no sting of guilt for having dinner with him "behind Harry's back". She had gone out for dinners with her friends before, sometimes just Victor, or Garfield... probably that Dick guy everyone except her knew of. This was really no different, and she was actually excited to have a "normal" night with a friend, no issues to worry about, no past haunting her. Just... fun.

However the car impressed her, as she slowly walked up to it, heels clicking on the pavement to signal she was there. "I had no idea you drove something so... fancy."

[ajrimmer_ssc]

He blinked, jaw dropping, when she appeared, and he coughed slightly to cover his shock. Teleporting was...just impossible. Well, unless you had a matter paddle. Or...a teleporter in a big room inside a big city that kept kidnapping people. Ahem.

"You know, I don't think I will ever get used to that."

He got out of the car, smiling slightly awkwardly, and circled it to the passenger's side, where he held open the door for her.

"I'm pretty keen on Jaguars, to tell the truth. All classic cars, really. I just had a bit of. Erm. Inspiration to purchase this one."

[darkprophecies]

She'd never get tired of that reaction - it's part of the way she teleported in front of certain friends, simply for the shock of it. Somewhere in her mind, she found it amusing and sweet, and with that, the smile stayed on her face. She continued to examine the car until she noticed the door being opened.

"I wish I knew a bit more about cars in times like these, the limit of my knowledge is the color, the body structure, and if it's expensive or not." at that she slipped into the car, careful to make sure her dress wasn't caught when the door closed.
"The traditional 'girl' things."

[ajrimmer_ssc]

He rounded the car again and slid into the driver's seat. It was a confident movement, strangely enough. He just felt better whenever he was behind the wheel of his Jag. It was one of very few things in this City that made him genuinely happy.

Carefully pulling back into traffic, he chuckled.

"I could give you chapter and verse about the car, if you like. But I have a feeling that might bore you to tears, and I don't want to do that until we're at least an hour into the meal and you can't escape. Unless you teleported away."