Break the Ice for the 50 First Dates

[punchvolcanoes]

Who: Mostly guys, but girls are welcome too
What: Open Office Log that is really an Open Date Log
When: Jan 5th-Feb 10th
Where: ANYWHERE YOU WANT. FOR A DATE.
Warnings: M for Mostly men. And probably usage of the nose-blood icon. Also protective brothers, collect the entire set!

Sasha had never really dated. Being a 18 year old girl who hadn't really

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[I AM VERY INDECISIVE whenever works for you, will work for me. ♥]

[swordofkings]

Ah, date offerings. Poo received them frequently and as always, had mixed feelings about them... but turning down a date when he had ample time to tend to one felt dishonest in a sense. That aside, his brief meeting with Sasha under the mistletoe had proven pleasant enough for an encore.

She had warned him about over-protective family, but if he received a date-coupon, surely a diplomatic solution could be settled upon if there was a problem. He turned the coupon over in his fingers, hoping his appearance would suffice for the evening--a plain button-up white shirt with a high collar and completely wrinkle-free slacks--and knocked on her dormitory door.

[We will say date of convenience]

[punchvolcanoes]

It didn't take too long for Sasha to appear out of the door, dressed in that little red dress that was seeing more usage out of anything in her wardrobe lately. Sadly, it was already starting to loose a bit of its color from Sasha's obsessive washing. It didn't help that she threw it in the washer, put the water in hot and probably needed to read clothing labels more often. Alas.

Her hair was done up, and fresh bandages were applied to the areas, made to look the least distracting as possible. Her wings were folded over dress, almost like a cloak.

Upon initial inspection, he looked very nice. Almost reminded him of Kojiro, in an odd way.

"Hello!"

[It's my favorite day.]

[swordofkings]

"Greetings." He gave her a nod and quite noticed her appearance. She looked lovely in his opinion, despite the worn quality of her dress. The bandages he did not paid mind too other than it was an indicator she was recovering.

"You are faring much better since our last visit."

[punchvolcanoes]

White rather quick and to the point (saying hi, 5 points), Sasha didn't quite understand Poo's way of speaking quite yet.

"Our visit? You came with someone else?" She looked around, half-expecting another guy or girl to show up.

Jan 14th - 6:30pm

[tank_rockarms]

Max was taking Sasha out to a grill-it-yourself steak restaurant. Because this was one of Max's favorite places to eat. And he figured that if she liked burning things that this would be better than the beer and sausage place. And also Parakarry gave him a gift certificate to this place for Christmas and while it wasn't enough to pay for half of what Max planned on eating, it would at least make it a slightly cheaper date than otherwise.

Max knocked on Sasha's door at the appointed hour on the appointed day to whisk her away to a magical land of burning meats.

[punchvolcanoes]

Meanwhile, Sasha was feeling like her heart had sunk. She had been looking forward to this particular date; knowing fully well that Max wasn't dating anyone.

But every Red Dress had its share of limits and Sasha had been particular cruel to her own; after being washed in hot water, already discolored during her date with Poo and later having spots which she wanted, desperately, removed to have a clean dress...she had thrown bleach on it.

Now it sad, wet, on the floor as she looked at it, disheartened, half-dressed in her underwear and top, fighting back her own bitter disappointment. The price of Volgin's surgery had reopened figurative wounds as well and this seemed like the breakdown point. Nothing seemed to work right today. She shook near the bed, slumped, using her wings to cover as much of her body like a giant cocoon to hide herself from the world. Head slumped between her hands, she did her best not to cry. She was much braver than that. She shouldn't be crying.

Sasha didn't even hear the knocking.

[tank_rockarms]

Max knocked on Sasha's door ever so slightly harder.

[punchvolcanoes]

Aaand Sasha had started crying, so she didn't hear that at all either.

NEW THREAD FOR MAX

[punchvolcanoes]

"Did he?" Well, that was certainly news to her. That bod well. Maybe this date wouldn't be so bad after all. Especially when he mentioned steaks.

"I love steaks!" A house of steaks sounded like a wonderful idea (unless it was a literally house of steaks. In which case it would be very smelly).

Re: NEW THREAD FOR MAX

[tank_rockarms]

Yes, yes. Max did have a bod that was well. Very well, if you get my drift.

"Alright then, let's get outta this place," said Max, taking her hand and marching out the door. "We'll take my tank."

And thusly Sasha was driven in an orange tank across town to a restaurant where you do most of the cooking. Okay, okay, there's a salad bar, but you have to put your salad together. The baked potatoes and texas toast, however, you don't have to do anything to. So. I guess that's cooked already for you.

But the layout is like this. In the middle of the restaurant there are some giant hoods for ventilation. Below these hoods are some brick fire pits. And inside of those pits? A lot of fire. And on top of those pits? Some grills. And on top of those grills? Steaks. Okay and also chicken and pork chops. But those are lame.

[punchvolcanoes]

Well it certainly wasn't as gentle as Issac creating grass wherever she walked, but riding a tank did have a certain zeal to it, strangely enough. And the Orange Color as...alright.

But the restaurant! Oh wow! She'd never seen something like this. Red would have freaked out. Fire and meat and hey salad, she liked salad (blame Vinnie) and these large pieces of bread that looks so thick.

"Oh wow!"

[tank_rockarms]

Grass is for losers, baby. You're with a winner now. A manly winner.

"Yeah," said Max. "It's a pretty great place." Was there a single manly tear in the corner of his eye? No, it must have just been a trick of the light.

"Anyway, let's get seated and then you can pick what kinda steak you want to get."

Powers, party of two, was soon called, and they were taken to their table.