Date Night (rp for deep_red_bells)

[thedarkest_side]

Backdated to Thursday, 'cause slow!mun is slow. :PThis was a mistake, and he was still going to make it. It was the next drink, the next cigarette he couldn't stop himself from reaching for, only this was better for him. He even had the goddamn patch on tonight and everything hoping to do better than usual...hoping just, for once, to get this right

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[deep_red_bells]

There were some advantages to being daddy's little girl. Like being allowed to use her emergency credit card, every once and a while, on shoes and clothes and various other shiny things. So long as she didn't abuse the privilege--and she was careful not to--dad never said a word and made sure her stepmother didn't either.

In this case, new shoes. A pair of Fendi platform sandals that she could've worn with old faded jeans and a frumpy sweater and still felt confident and sexy.

Of course she'd dressed a little nicer than jeans, though she hadn't been completely sure how nice to dress, so she'd fallen back on the classic little black dress, which was classic for a reason, she figured. It wasn't new, like the shoes, and unfortunately she couldn't borrow from Karina as their builds were completely different, but it was still pretty

[thedarkest_side]

He was really hesitant to just open the door, even though she said it was open, and clearly by inviting him in it meant she wasn't naked or anything. Still, going in was better than waiting and getting his shoulder bruised yet again when Bee smacked it.

Turning the knob, he walked into the room slowly...just in case.

"Hey, uh...s' me, I...wow." he greeted her, trailing off with a low whistle of appreciation that came as a matter of reflex.

"Holy shit, you're...perfect."

[deep_red_bells]

"Thanks!" She shot him a slight smile, adjusted the strap of her shoe before rising to grab some lip gloss and a compact from her makeup bag to stuff into her purse. "I hate being overdressed. Or underdressed. So I tried to hit the happy medium." She blew out a breath as she convinced her clutch to close, and bumped her smile up again as she turned to face him.

"Hey, you clean up nice!"

[thedarkest_side]

"You hit...perfect." he repeated, feeling a little like an idiot. He couldn't do much about it, though, not when it fit so well. When she complimented his outfit, he stared at his feet and shrugged with a casual grunt, fighting the blush he could feel ready to start burning in his cheeks.

"Yeah, uh...had some help. You should see me when I got a court date, yo. That shit's swank." he deadpanned, looking up again after a beat. The briefest hint of a smile softened his features for a minute as he let his gaze flick over her one more time.

"So, uh...so. You ready, then? I borrowed Annie's car, figgered my bike wouldn't be ideal for this sorta thing."