Blind Date

[not_a_quaker]

I've only just sat down at a table in The Winchester to wait for my blind date, and already I'm regretting agreeing to this. It isn't like I couldn't say no, but the way the idea was presented to me made it seem like my date had already agreed, and I didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings. I simply decided to come tonight, have a pleasant time with

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[vat_69]

Lew still doesn't know how the hell this happened. He certainly didn't sign up for it, and while he's all for showing Dick support, he still fails to see that pushy, winged fucker's logic. Insisting that his life is romantically complicated enough without adding yet another woman into the mix to rip his heart out was absolutely no deterrent at all, and here he is, wearing blue on an order, with a sprig of holly pinned to his coat lapel like some kind of jolly n'er do well.

When he crosses the threshold into the candy-coated glow of the Winchester, he's surprised to see Dick there. It nearly turns him on his heel and right back out, until he notices the particular color that his best friend is wearing. Lew doesn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"That half-naked, scheming little fucker," he mutters to himself, and sighs, plucking the holly from his coat. Long strides take him over to Dick's table, where he drops the branch and plops into the opposite chair with a long-suffering sigh.

"We've been had," he announces.

[not_a_quaker]

I'm normally pretty quick on the uptake, but it takes me a few seconds of blank staring to connect the dots between Nix sitting down, the holly he drops on my table, and the blue he's wearing. Relief immediately washes over me, followed quickly by the grip of apprehension that Nix might not be as happy about this surprising development.

"Looks that way," I agree, my eyebrows lifting, then I sigh, my shoulders slumping a little. "I'm sorry, I'm the one that got us into this mess."

[vat_69]

"Don't be," Lew's quick to counter, dismissing the notion with a brief half-wave of one hand as he cranes his neck to read the menu board. "It's actually a relief. Like I need another woman chewing me up and spitting me out. I'm just sorry that your plans got thwarted by that mythological little shit." Not really, not at all, but he's trying to be realistic and generous, here.

"You eat here much?" he asks, almost painfully casual.

[not_a_quaker]

I give Nix an incredulous look, wondering how he can even think I have actual 'plans' for this date, whatever they may be. "My plans consisted of telling whoever my date was that I'm sure she's great, but I'm not interested," I say, ignoring his other question, because the comment brings up something I've been wondering about. "Did you have...plans?"