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[red_rosenberg]

Continued From HereMmm, ice cream. I was careful - I didn't want to get myself covered it in, that would just be uber embrassing. Unfortunately, ice cream has a habit of getting everywhere, especially when you're walking and eating it at the same time. I think I put up a valiant effort for this not to happen, however, and I looked at him, mystified

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[_wes_pryce_]

The way she so hesitantly repeats what I'm saying and her long silence almost makes me wish I hadn't asked. I know it was silly of me to do so. I should've know better. Why on earth would anyone even go anywhere with me. They'd be bored out of their wits, I know I'm not most...err...exciting person to be around.

And I'm already opening my mouth to say that she should forget I asked, make some dumb, stupid excuse, laugh it away like I usually do when I'm being stupid. I almost am, but then she says she...would like to go?

I can't help but look at her dumbly for a moment before a slow smile spreads on my face. She'd like to go? And she wouldn't mind coming back for it, wouldn't mind coming here without a 'reason' to avert yet another armageddon or some such?

"Oh no! It's not too much trouble at all," I rush to tell her. "In fact I'd be very much looking forward to it. It's not so much fun to roam around those gardens or...anywhere actually, without someone to share ones interest." Lord knows non of my friends can get overly excited about my interests, all I get it bored, blank looks.

"So...Uh," I ask, swallowing a bit of fish, "When-when would it suit you best? I can adjust my schedule easily. Provided there aren't any visions of course."

[red_rosenberg]

Biting into another chip, I contemplated that. Well, unfortunately, we couldn't get demons and apcolopyses to work to my schedule. And college was even more unpredictable and in my experience, more deadly in it's own sneaky way. Who knew when I'd be suddenly overloaded with work? At least, with some demons and end-of-the-worlds, there were prophecies to foretell when they'd happen, so you could set your VCR accordingly. And dates.

Wait, no, was it a date? Oh goddess. Should I know this already? I really should.

"I, uh, I dunno, I mean... I gotta go back to Sunnydale tomorrow and do stuff, but... next week end? Next weekend could work." Putting off the thoughts of 'is this or is this not a date', I smiled brightly. "Because next weekend would totally work for me unless some uppity big scary demon decides to suck the world into hell or some such nonsense. And you with Cordy's visions."

I grinned. "It's like two business people trying to decide the best time through their busy schedule, ya know? Except I think they go on dates a bit more often than we would." And eep, I said the word 'date'. And I hadn't been referring to the fruit. Well, maybe he would think I was - then he'd think me crazy, but at least he wouldn't think I was trying to get into his pants. His pants. Pants of Wes. I shook my head mentally and bit into a chip.

[_wes_pryce_]

Date? did she just call this a date? Clearing my throat, I take a sip from my drink and try to focus on the rest she's saying. Right, schedule. "Well, I'm sure we can send a note to the Powers that Be to give us a day off," I tell her.

Well, why not. We should be entitled a day off as well don't we? After all, we're the good guys...girls...errr...people. And sometimes demons. Good beings then. But since Evil doesn't get a day off, neither will we I guess. But we can most certainly hope right?

"Yes," I nod, giving her a shy smile. Reaching up I push my glasses further up my nose and glance down at my plate. "Like business people. Who are in the super natural...errr...fighting business." Pushing my now empty plate away, I glance up at her. "Would you like some desert? When-when you're done that is." And then I suppose it's time to drop her off at Cordelia's. And get a lecture.

[red_rosenberg]

It's a good thing we ignored the word 'date'. I mean, he probably didn't even notice it. Which was cool, I'd jumped the gun a bit there, and I hadn't even meant to say it or anything so it was... fine. Just fine. I Finished off my last chip, feeling full, which probably meant we'd head back to the Hyperion or wherever Cordelia stayed or-

"Desert! Desert sounds good," I said, trying not to sound as relieved as I felt. "What do you usually get?" I added, taking a sip of my drink, and trying to imagine what Cordelia would be asking me. There'd probably be a lot of 'duh's and offhanded, veiled insults, and suggestive eyebrow raises, and suspicious looks. That would be an experience, all right.

I wondered where Wesley went home to - did he have a big apartment, a little one? The Hyperion was big, did he use one of the rooms there? Had to be better than my little, shared dorm room.

[_wes_pryce_]

"Oh...uh, I usually get coffee or whiskey. Depending of werther or not I have to drive. But they've excellent chocolate pie here." In fact, I think I shall have some, with coffee. I'm feeling oddly in the mood for some chocolate.

"I'll go get us some." Giving her a smile, I get up from the table and walk over to the counter. Sybil is already waiting with that broad smile of hers.

"She's cute," she grinned, nodding over at Willow.

"Uh...Oh." What am I supposed to say? Cute, well yes. But I doubt Willow would appreciate being called cute. "She's a very nice young lady," I agree instead.

"Uh huh," Sybil smirks. "What can I get ya."

"We'd like some chocolate pie please. Oh damn, I forgot to ask if she wants something else to drink."

"Eh, don't worry 'bout it hon. I'll get your your pie and then come and see if you two want something else to drink." She smiled that bright smile again, the one that could rival Cordelia's.

"That's very kind, thank you." Smiling back politely, I make my way back to the table. One of the other guests bumps into me and mutters an excuse. For a moment I just stand there, waiting for the stars to disappear. Of all the things he could bump into, he has to put his elbow right there in my gut.

Finally making it back to our table, I sink into the booth again, giving her a very weak reassuring smile. "Sybil will be by with the pie soon. I forgot to ask if you wanted something else to drink though," I ad apologetically.