Taste of Thai, Thursday evening

[willbethenight]

After a night of relative quiet, Bruce was out again tonight. This time, though, it was a perfectly innocent follow-up date with a very nice, socially active girl he met at Three Minute Dates. Surely they would just talk about charity work and trying to make the world a better place. Surely there was no way that could possibly lead to anything

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[shestheworst]

Actually, that socially active girl was thinking if maybe she would just rather order some pizza and get high in one of their bedrooms, but then that socially active girl remembered that she was also chronically broke girl and the chances she got to go out and actually have a nice meal were pretty slim, so she had to take every opportunity she had.

She was sure they could probably just get high later, if Bruce wanted. Or, you know, just make out, because that meant more pot for her.

Social active, chronically broke girl was also, it so happened, habitually late. "Ohmygosh," she gushed, hurrying through the door as fast as her highest hooker boots could carry her. "I'm sorry! I totally lost track of time."

[willbethenight]

"Don't worry about it," Bruce said, flashing a smile that may have been slightly influenced by the hooker boots. "You strike me as a girl worth waiting for."

[shestheworst]

It was a smile that made Britta wonder if the hooker boots that caused them were a bad idea, seeing as how walking in them with her knees that weak was going to be...challenging. "That's so cheesy," she said, though she couldn't seem to keep her own appreciative smile off her face. Hey, the guy had been through Some Tragedy that she was Vaguely Aware of, so he was allowed a little bit of cheese.

"True," she added, pointedly, lest he get any ideas otherwise, "but still cheesy. Come on, let's grab a seat, I've been waiting all day for this."

And not just because all she had for lunch was celery sticks and mustard.

[willbethenight]

"All day? I must have made a real impression on Sunday," Bruce said, leading Britta over to a reserved table.

Yeah. Reserved table. Bruce was a classy guy.