What: BLIND DATES!
Who: Anyone who was sent a note with an A# & B# table numbers.
Where: Off-campus restaurant. AND BEYOND!
When: November 19th
Warnings: Who knows depending who is here.
[The first group's restaurant is Fine French Dinning. The rooms looks very
fancy but thankfully the
menu and the prices are a bit more down to earth. Still
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Amp was so pumped! She was very glad that she signed up. Look at this fancy restaurant! The only time she ever got into places like this was... well, perhaps once or twice in her Pikachu form in Viridian City, and she couldn't have quite enjoyed the place like she should in that form. Hanging from one of the chandeliers was kind of fun, though, until she got booted out. What? She didn't know her boundaries. She's very exploratory.
She showed up, her outfit far from fancy like the restaurant in itself. She showed up in clothes that would fit for a jogger rather than a beautiful young girl looking for a quiet evening with another boy or girl. She looked... far from that beautiful young girl, instead looking really average and below standards for a place like this.
She really didn't know how fancy dates worked. Oh well. She bounced over to the table and plopped down. She began to rock her legs back and forth excitedly as she picked up a menu and began to read it.
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Marie wore a grey, hooded blazer over a white polo shirt, and a pair of khaki shorts. Totally classy, right? He nervously entered the restaurant and started looking around for his table. A million terrible thoughts ran through his head, like, 'What if it's Giovanni?' or 'What if it's Char's girlfriend? How terrible would that be.
Okay, Marie, you can stop drooling any time now... He finally found his table and SURPRISE! It was Amp.
He could live with that.
"Hi."
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If Amp were to even know how much she stood out, too, she'd probably feel even more at ease with Marie's similar choice of clothing, but alas.
She jumped up from her seat for a moment to greet him, her voice far too loud for a restaurant as stately and tender as this. The grin on her face was huge.
"Hiiiiii! Hey, it's you... you... the one who warned me about Giovanni! You're- You're- I can get this-!"
Amp stood there, pondering. She was never the best at remembering names. "Matilda? No, that's not right! Missy? No, that's not it either, chu! Maria?"
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"Nope! Um- Um-!"
It was pretty clear that she wasn't going to get this right.
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Then again, what if she got stuck with someone very friendly and gentlemanly?
She had to make the best of this. She honestly had no choice anyway.
She stepped over to the table and sat down, taking note of how lovely the evening was, as well as the setting and ambiance. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. It all depended on who she'd meet tonight.
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...
Wait a minute.
Is this who she thinks it is?
OH GOD IT IS.
Misty stared, ABSOLUTELY flabbergasted. Her face was practically as red as a Seaking right now. Oh. My. Lord.
"R-... Red?! You're- I- You're-"
She looked at the table number. Yes, this is definitely her designated table.
Her face was somehow even redder now. She opened her mouth, and yet nothing came out. She was unsure of what to say. Red is her date, what is she even going to do oh god.
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...He saw who was at the table he was assigned to. He slowly approached it.
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What he did care about was that you were unfortunate enough to be born as a male and would also happen to be his "date" for the evening. Screw this he had a glass closet that needs attending to. Also the closer Mac approached the more he realized his usual "punch in the face, exist stage left" approach wouldn't work. As it were, he didn't quite feel like getting decked in the face in retaliation again.
Instead he got up from his seat, trying to give off the nastiest look he could possibly imagine. Sort of like how when scared animals tend to make themselves look way bigger then they actually are in the hopes of scaring the predator off. Except he wasn't scared, he just wanted mac to go far far away and have this date be over before it even started.
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"Hello!" Neris said with a cheerful smile and a wave. "I guess you are my date tonight!"
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"I suppose so!" Peach said as she gestured her to a chair. "Please, have a seat!"
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He'd argued with the Headmasters, of course, and, like usual, his rants fell on deaf ears (did hands have ears), so here he was, hoping he'd at least get a hundred bucks for suffering through forced social interaction. Get a hundred bucks and use it as a tissue. Because that's what Captain Falcon did with hundred dollar bills.
Kleenex.
To top it off, this restaurant was waaaay too classy for him. He couldn't pronounce anything on the menu, which just made him grumpier.
WOE BETIDE HIS BLIND DATE.
UNLESS YOU WERE SOMEONE HE LIKED.
WHICH MIGHT BE KIND OF UNLIKELY, DEPENDING.
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"Hello Falcon." Why had she pronounced those words with an odd eerie voice like a certain Hannibal Lector? Maybe it was just the music that gave this effect. It was as if she'd always been sitting there the entire time. Why, there was even some fancy spoon she had set on top of a glass as she put an entire sugar cube and started to pour some greenish liquid over it.
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He was sour because of Ganondorf, and there was going to be some punching later, okay.
"Hey." Falcon nodded, trying not to be surprised that Bob had just SHOWN UP, as Bob was wont to do. The next thing he did was take note of that distinctive glass and spoon. "Is that absinthe?" (He wanted some.)
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