3x → VIII [ Date with Asuka... crash it if you must? ]

[redfckngcomet]

Back-dated to before the mission.[ Ahh, Neo America, fuck yeah. Freedom was the only way, or so many colonies had thought during the One Year War. Char had left a small, handwritten note on Asuka's bedside table that morning, laying out what time he was going to be at one of the fanciest restaurants on the colony, which was so high-end that it had

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[stupidshinji]

[ It had been plaguing her mind for sometime now, and once the day had finally arrived, she practically fainted upon receiving the note. She'd gone shopping colony side beforehand, picking out a lovely black dress, not too childish but not too revealing either; just a simple number that showed off her shoulders, with matching heels and a silver chain necklace.

She arrives exactly on time, not a moment too soon and not a moment late. Clutching nervously to a purse, she glances about for Char, before spying that all too familiar dash of red and grinning, her anxiety momentarily forgotten. ]

Char! [ She runs up to him, but like a proper adult, she doesn't hug him in public, instead placing a hand on his cheek and leaning up to deliver a polite kiss to his cheek. ] Sorry if I kept you waiting. You rented this all out for me, huh?

[redfckngcomet]

[ Char willingly accepted the kiss, responding my patting her head, and motioning for the seat next to him. The seat he had chosen was an obnoxiously large, semicircular booth, with a round table. It was clearly meant for large parties of people, but Char was rich enough to rent out the entire section, let along the table. ]

For us, yes. I had thought that you wouldn't want too many people gawking at us.

[ Char remembered who he was talking to, and laughed, adding on to his comment. ]

They could get jealous.

[stupidshinji]

[ Asuka just laughs it off, then linking arms with him and guiding him to the booth. ] Let them. It makes it all the more fun for us, right?

[redfckngcomet]

Well, aren't you affectionate tonight? [ Char says laughing, allowing her to lead him. Usually, it was the gentlemanly thing for him to lead her, but if she got off on being the man, more power to her.

The Red Comet took his seat, the appetizer consisting of boiled shrimp scampi already on the table, with a garlicky dip in the center. He took a moment to look her over. The woman's ace in the hole: the little black dress. Said so much about her, the occasion, the way she felt, and how much the date meant to her. Smiling in approval, he reached up and removed his sunglasses, folding them and placing them on the table. The waitress them came out, grinning her I'd-rather-be-anywhere-but-here-but-please-ignore-that grin, and asked for their order. ]

Go ahead, Asuka. Get anything you like.