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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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.
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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!"
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"You are faring much better since our last visit."
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"Our visit? You came with someone else?" She looked around, half-expecting another guy or girl to show up.
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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.
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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.
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"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).
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"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.
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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!"
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"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.
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