Declan would laugh at her so much if he saw her now, but the thing is...Zoe hasn't actually gone on dates that she wasn't paid for, and she's never asked anyone out. And for a while she'd tried to get Elani to do the asking, but.
Apparently getting a girl to lace up your corset - several times - isn't actually an indicator that you wouldn't mind making out going to a movie. So eventually, Zoe psyches her up for it and finds Elani.
"So, I was wondering," she says over the sandwich corner, because yes, she's doing this while Elani is at work, "if you'd like to...go out sometime."
No, Elani wouldn't have taken Zoe asking her to lace up her corset as anything but...helping out a friend who needs an extra pair of hands. Nevermind that there were a dozen people on the eleventh floor that Zoe could have asked instead.
And of course, when she appears in the sandwich shop, she receives a bright smile in greeting, though it turns to a slightly puzzled expression for a moment and then the smile is back, "do you mean like shopping? That would be a lot of fun!"
The problem with just being friends for so long is that you have to get a little more direct when you want a date.
For a moment, Zoe really seriously considers forgetting it and saying, yes, I was thinking Portobello Road this weekend, do you want to meet at eight? But that won't change anything, and she's been feeling a bit...
Well, alone. Isaac and Declan have both found themselves clients that she knows damn well are more than clients, and she likes Elani, but it wasn't like the other girl was going to hire her, and that seemed to be the established way to find people on the eleventh floor.
So she takes a deep breath. "I...meant on a date, actually. Rollerskating?"
That one time they made out. :||| Date-13. Outcome... I mean. Do I have to tell you.piquedbutlerJuly 16 2012, 02:38:23 UTC
They're not Anything. They will never be Anything. There's not a Thing they could be Any of, not remotely, not even a little.
But they've got little Marks on each other from teeth and nails and the rough bruising of being thrown against stone, so. That's not so much a Thing as...
He's not sure. But he's telling Sean to step aside for a moment and he's bringing Lasandra Adare a pot of tea Himself. As an Acknowledgement, perhaps. As a Gesture, coming to her Castle and her Space and her Schedule of having Tea.
Being in the same space as her for a meal with half the intention of throwing her against a wall. You know. Sort of like what the kids call A Date.
That one Time. :|heart_the_artJuly 16 2012, 23:24:48 UTC
Of course they're not Anything. They're so not Anything it's ridiculous to use capitals. They're not anything.
She can hide some of the marks, she's bought matching scarves long ago and recently she's been wearing them more. Which is always a sign of something. But only something and not Something.
Sandy is her office. It's still new, it's still not hers despite the name on the door. She's going over the supplies they have at Heart Castle, the linen, the schedules, the details she never noticed before.
So she assumes it is Sean when she hears the door open. One more glance, one more thought on how it all could be streamlined-
Henceforth referred to in horrible memes as TOT-verse if you don't stop me. :|piquedbutlerJuly 17 2012, 16:50:54 UTC
And she'll Kindly Refrain from ever attempting to Tell Him what to think of with or without the use of Capital Letters, clearly.
She's clearly not Expecting him. Which, really, is quite Right of her. There's no reason for him to be here. There's no good strong logic beyond the odd compulsion. Like, perhaps, people who make their one-night-stands a plate of toast in the morning because they hadn't had the Decency to buy them dinner the night before.
Her confusion hardly means he has to look up from preparing her cup. "Mistress Six. Sugar?"
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Apparently getting a girl to lace up your corset - several times - isn't actually an indicator that you wouldn't mind making out going to a movie. So eventually, Zoe psyches her up for it and finds Elani.
"So, I was wondering," she says over the sandwich corner, because yes, she's doing this while Elani is at work, "if you'd like to...go out sometime."
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And of course, when she appears in the sandwich shop, she receives a bright smile in greeting, though it turns to a slightly puzzled expression for a moment and then the smile is back, "do you mean like shopping? That would be a lot of fun!"
The problem with just being friends for so long is that you have to get a little more direct when you want a date.
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Well, alone. Isaac and Declan have both found themselves clients that she knows damn well are more than clients, and she likes Elani, but it wasn't like the other girl was going to hire her, and that seemed to be the established way to find people on the eleventh floor.
So she takes a deep breath. "I...meant on a date, actually. Rollerskating?"
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But they've got little Marks on each other from teeth and nails and the rough bruising of being thrown against stone, so. That's not so much a Thing as...
He's not sure. But he's telling Sean to step aside for a moment and he's bringing Lasandra Adare a pot of tea Himself. As an Acknowledgement, perhaps. As a Gesture, coming to her Castle and her Space and her Schedule of having Tea.
Being in the same space as her for a meal with half the intention of throwing her against a wall. You know. Sort of like what the kids call A Date.
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She can hide some of the marks, she's bought matching scarves long ago and recently she's been wearing them more. Which is always a sign of something. But only something and not Something.
Sandy is her office. It's still new, it's still not hers despite the name on the door. She's going over the supplies they have at Heart Castle, the linen, the schedules, the details she never noticed before.
So she assumes it is Sean when she hears the door open. One more glance, one more thought on how it all could be streamlined-
She looks up, "Master Butler?"
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She's clearly not Expecting him. Which, really, is quite Right of her. There's no reason for him to be here. There's no good strong logic beyond the odd compulsion. Like, perhaps, people who make their one-night-stands a plate of toast in the morning because they hadn't had the Decency to buy them dinner the night before.
Her confusion hardly means he has to look up from preparing her cup. "Mistress Six. Sugar?"
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