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WHO: webpits and touchmyflagpole
WHERE: A restaurant near the MAC
WHEN: Backdated to Monday/Tuesday, before the zombie madness.
WARNINGS: Probably nothing.
SUMMARY: A little dinner, a little talking, a little action.
FORMAT: Whatever works
Jess tried not to feel nervous as she waited. It didn't work very well.
It was only a lousy dinner! She'd splurged a bit on some fancy pants and pair of low heels and found a restaurant with a fairly good reputation, figuring that she'd spent basically nothing from her paychecks. Why not treat herself to a night out? She even had a handsome date lined up. Not that it was a date, or that she thought of Steve as anything other than a friend and ally. Of course not. That would be weird, right?
She checked the time again. She was still early.
WHERE: A restaurant near the MAC
WHEN: Backdated to Monday/Tuesday, before the zombie madness.
WARNINGS: Probably nothing.
SUMMARY: A little dinner, a little talking, a little action.
FORMAT: Whatever works
Jess tried not to feel nervous as she waited. It didn't work very well.
It was only a lousy dinner! She'd splurged a bit on some fancy pants and pair of low heels and found a restaurant with a fairly good reputation, figuring that she'd spent basically nothing from her paychecks. Why not treat herself to a night out? She even had a handsome date lined up. Not that it was a date, or that she thought of Steve as anything other than a friend and ally. Of course not. That would be weird, right?
She checked the time again. She was still early.