A Date (Possibly) [for units_brigadier]

[dr_liz_shaw]

It had been a strange week - and it was unusual to use that word when there had been no invasions, crashes or emergencies, and the most catastrophic event had been a test tube boiling over on Friday.  But strange was, nevertheless, absolutely the right description.  After all, it wasn't every week one got locked in a cellar and emerged with a date.

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[units_brigadier]

He didn't rush, much as part of his brain might have wanted to. He was curious about that particular train of thought. He never rushed - you planned ahead. There were times for improvisation, and others for careful, deliberate preparation.

But at the same time he wasn't sure why he was doing so. Strange and new things, really.

But he had carefully selected a suit - a gray one, why not - and carefully adjusted his tie and carefully made sure his shoes were spotless. And then he drove to her address. There was something in the back of his mind that was curious, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Was it nervousness? No, if it was, there was eagerness, too. Strange indeed.

He rang the bell, clearing his throat.

[units_brigadier]

He ignored the look, for the moment. Best to leave her guessing, just a little. And naturally she seated herself. Every move was like a chess game with her. It was endlessly interesting.

He sat down across from her, picking up one of the menus, and offering her a casual smile.

"Ah, let us see what culinary treats await us."

[dr_liz_shaw]

She picked up the corresponding menu and glanced at it; really, anything was better than the prospect of cooking alone in her frankly under-equipped kitchen.

"I'm rather more intrigued by the company," she said with a wry smile. Two could play at this game, especially when they were as evenly matched as they appeared to be. "Although I suppose dinner will do a good job at covering the inevitable awkward silences."

[units_brigadier]

"Perish the thought," he said, with mock-seriousness. "I had presumed all would be light and mirth, after all."

He smiled at her over the top of the menu. "Perhaps champagne? This is, after all, something of an occasion to celebrate."