1100: Date Night~~

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Sophie | 6 of DIamonds | House of Cards

[onlytolerable]

[All the AUs~

Date-8 and Outcome-3. RNG is being surprisingly accurate.

[bluntforces]

He's not entirely certain which of their mutual friends decided this would be a good idea. He's not entirely certain this doesn't count as some very odd and circuitous form of almost-incest, the way they've grown up together, the way she's half been his sister their entire lives.

Evan loves Sophie. Dearly. Really, he does. But there's something supremely awkward about bringing her roses taking her for a picnic.

So he'll just be awkwardly tossing grapes into the air and catching them in his mouth. Six in a row is impressive, yes? Yes.

RNG friend zones Sophie! XD

[onlytolerable]

He probably feels awkward because he knows Sophie well enough to realize she'd be happiest with a handful of wildflowers than anything fancy. But she smiled her thanks for the lovely peach-hued flowers before putting them in water.

And now they're sprawled on a blanket, Sophie half watching clouds and half watching Evan be bored. Honestly, the entire situation is ridiculous. She plucks a grape off the bunch and tosses it at him. Catch that, Evanator.

"It's no challenge if you do it yourself."

RNG ships only more horrible things. o/

[bluntforces]

He barely has time to perk up, start to ask if she's serious, before a grape is heading his way. It's aimed well, but unexpected, so he nearly falls over onto his back jerking to catch it.

"--higher?"

Because, well... Maybe things weren't right for them as a couple, but they'd never not be friends.

[onlytolerable]

Friends take care of their friends, right? So Evan will understand when Sophie plucks another grape and hurls it underhanded at him with a velocity lacking in her first throw. Watch out, Evan. She's aiming.

"Dork."

[bluntforces]

Aiming for his mouth because she's a nice and pleasant friend. Yes? Yes.

"'m n--" Wait. Catching. Grinning like an idiot for catching. "--not. Not more'n you, geek."

[onlytolerable]

It's easy to slip into their usual banter. This time the grape Sophie tosses in the air is for herself.

"What on earth possessed you to try a picnic? Isn't that, um, something couples do after they've been together awhile? You know--for canoodling?"

[bluntforces]

It's what makes them so fantastic. And means he's stealing a handful of grapes for himself, just in case she, you know, wants to eat herself.

"How d'you know I don't want t' ~canooodle~ with ya, Soph?" Why yes, there are ridiculous suggestive eyebrows to go with that before he pops another grape into his mouth. "Besides, we been, like, married since we were six or some shit, seems like t' me."

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"Why Mister McCarthy," Sophie exclaims in exaggerated southern belle tones, "are you saying you brought little ol' me all the way out heah for nefarious purposes? I declare, I am all a-flutter." To prove her point, she bats her eyelashes outrageously before bursting into laughter.

"Goodness! I forgot about that time Tegan watched Father of the Bride and decided she would marry all of us--something about swans."

[bluntforces]

Hah, he brought a giant fan to whip out and fan her with just for such dramatics. Best date ever? Yes, Evan is. And Sophie should be grateful. Grateful that they're the best not-dating old married couple with killer grape catching skills.

"Worse fates'n this."

Oops. I knewn it was McCartney--blame the accent?

[onlytolerable]

She gives him a considering glance. "I bet Tegan could use some distraction about now, what with new king, old king, new rank and Dafydd decamping."

Alright. That was probably the most blatant attempt at matchmaking ever. Maybe she'd become the Deck Cupid as well as Deck cat lady.

I imagined it right in my mind. \o/ <3

[bluntforces]

"...wow, Sophie." For so, so many reasons. But he'll be gentle and start with the obvious. "I offer to canoodle with you, and you try t' pawn me off on another lady? Cold."

But, you know. Also leaning back with a grape poised to toss at her face.

"'sides, how do I explain that canoodling away while I distract a classy lady like our Jack?"

[onlytolerable]

She doesn't see any reason why he shouldn't pursue Tegan after he's had time to get over Leah and isn't about to apologize for planting that seed in his head. At least his childhood crush was realistic, unlike hers.

She smirks at his expression. "Evan, you wouldn't know what to do with me if I offered to canoodle." Probably act like that poor black cat in the Pepe Le Pew cartoons. "And I'd figure you'd stop any canoodling once you took up with the fair lady." She thinks about that and adds in mock anger, "Did you just imply I'm not classy?"

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"You're a classier woman 'n I bet I could handle, Sophie." But he'll wriggle, squirm, make his way across the blanket to smack a kiss against her cheek. "An' that's my fault for not bein' a classy enough guy. You'll forgive me, right?"

And let him steal another grape? Yes. She will.

[onlytolerable]

The buss on her cheek elicits a surprised laugh like it always does. "Stop fishing for compliments, Evie. You're a class act and you know it."

She breaks off some grapes from the bunch, pausing long enough to wonder aloud. "You always see grapes in photos of picnic baskets. Why is that? Are we supposed to dangle them above one another like we're reclining at some Roman feast?"

[bluntforces]

That earns a snort as he drops easily to rest his head on her knee, still munching rather noisily on the grapes in his hand. "Nah. 's a good way t' choke. Don't bother tryin' it."