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Continued From HereMmm, ice cream. I was careful - I didn't want to get myself covered it in, that would just be uber embrassing. Unfortunately, ice cream has a habit of getting everywhere, especially when you're walking and eating it at the same time. I think I put up a valiant effort for this not to happen, however, and I looked at him, mystified

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"Um..." I bit my bottom lip, barely restraining myself from saying 'are you sure you can drive?' I didn't want to sound like one of them. It had been almost painful to watch Cordelia fuss over Wesley the way she did, and Gunn and Angel's way of inspecting him as discreetly as they could, and looks of pity if Wesley winced. I figured that could be a burden on the good ol' male ego, there

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It's a good thing we ignored the word 'date'. I mean, he probably didn't even notice it. Which was cool, I'd jumped the gun a bit there, and I hadn't even meant to say it or anything so it was... fine. Just fine. I Finished off my last chip, feeling full, which probably meant we'd head back to the Hyperion or wherever Cordelia stayed or-

"Desert! Desert sounds good," I said, trying not to sound as relieved as I felt. "What do you usually get?" I added, taking a sip of my drink, and trying to imagine what Cordelia would be asking me. There'd probably be a lot of 'duh's and offhanded, veiled insults, and suggestive eyebrow raises, and suspicious looks. That would be an experience, all right.

I wondered where Wesley went home to - did he have a big apartment, a little one? The Hyperion was big, did he use one of the rooms there? Had to be better than my little, shared dorm room.

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"Oh...uh, I usually get coffee or whiskey. Depending of werther or not I have to drive. But they've excellent chocolate pie here." In fact, I think I shall have some, with coffee. I'm feeling oddly in the mood for some chocolate