Rm 422 The Arms Hotel, early Saturday evening

[george_m_bluth]

George Michael had showered, dressed in a black suit, and stood waiting in the living area for Mary to finish readying herself.

He hadn't told her yet, but he was taking her to the mainland, having planned a nice evening out for the two of them. Dinner... maybe they would go dancing afterwards.

...right. George Michael dance? He supposed he could do

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[montecito_east]

Mary had on her favorite little black dress, and once she had her purse and wrap, she was just about ready to go. She was still feeling just a little bit sluggish, but the prospect of going out for a nice dinner helped her shake it off.

"So where are we going tonight?" she asked as she stepped out of the bedroom, pulling her wrap over her shoulders. "We're a little overdressed for Luke's or Pizza Planet."

[george_m_bluth]

"Oh," he said, turning towards her. "You look beautiful, Mary."

Smiling, he reached in for her hand and kissed her cheek. "I'll only tell you if you tell me that you are feel good enough to go out."

[montecito_east]

"I'm great. I feel wonderful when I'm with you," said Mary with an enthusiastic smile. "You look amazing, by the way. I love seeing you in a suit like this."

[george_m_bluth]

"Thank you," he said, possibly preening as he smoothed his hands over his dinner jacket.

"We are going mainland, Mary, to this little French restaurant called Le Refuge. How does that sound?"