knightsoflegend | Valentine's Day }{ Open post

Here's hoping it doesn't result in him being too tired to take her out, now.

Also her will save was high enough not to hurt him, probably should have done that first oops.

"Amazing, huh? I'll take it." She murmurs as she says it against his mouth before she gently disengages herself, sliding back into her seat and adjusting her clothes. "Though we should probably get some food in you."

She's being overly cautious, just in case.

It's just the normal levels of surprise sex exhausted. Andrew's too amped up about this date to conk out after a quick round. Still, he is hungry and their reservations are still good! Andrew zips up and gives her a smile.

"Food, yeah. Guess you've sort of eaten, huh? Well, the sushi here is good anyway, if you want some." Out of the car and into the restaurant, Andrew leads the way, getting them in and seated at a table.

Her smiles is amused and crooked as she fixes her hair in the rearview mirror, because lol he's making succubus jokes, before she gets out of the car too, following him inside the restaurant.

Which is posh and very cool, btw.

She has a seat across from him, taking a look at the menu.

"Alright, Mr. Roboto, you're going to have to help me out here."

"Any thing you particularly don't like?" He looks the menu over as well before reaching over to hers to tap a section. "Anything over here is good, pretty mild too. I've never had it here but last time I had eel, it was good." He gives her a smile. "If you want, I can just order enough a few different things and you can see what you like best?"

"Nope. Picky eater is not in my vocabulary."

She's not sure about eel, but hell, she'll try anything once. Well, almost anything.

"I like this plan. You pick a bunch of your favorites and we'll make a buffet out of it."

With a nod, Andrew does just that, ordering six different things that he knows he would eat, making sure they're different enough to give her a range to choose from. There's also a list of drinks, including alcoholic ones if she's so inclined. Andrew sticks to soda for now.

"You look great." He says, then immediately ducks his head. "I know I said that already but it's still true." Even after hurried car sex, she still looks awesome. Bo, you are unreal.

She orders a glass of the house white wine. She's pretty sure she heard that white goes well with fish?

She grins at him, and it's anything but innocent. "So the sex hair is working for me, huh?"

Then again, she's a succubus. Sex hair is pretty much the only hairstyle she should ever have.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'd say it's definitely working for you. Might just need to see that look on you more often." Apparently the whole encounter has made Andrew a little more confident, or at least a lot more comfortable with her. He manages to say that with a smoothness that he so rarely shows (cha 19).

Oh, ho ho~

"I like to think it's my best look. Maybe we'll have to mess it up a little more later."

You know. After dinner. Maybe not even in a car this time.

"Yeah?" He is grinning like an idiot right now. He's still completely lost on how he got so lucky, but he's not questioning it. Not tonight, at least. Tomorrow he can over analyze everything to death and let Ella smack him for it.

He's about to say something else, but the waiter comes back with their drinks and Andrew rattles off a list of different things for them to try. After he's done with that, Andrew takes a long drink of his soda and reaches over like he's going to hold her hand, but chickens out halfway through and just brushes his fingertips along the back of her hand.

"So, I was thinking. Uhm. I know we've only been on a couple of dates, but they've gone well and I'm just curious if you'd-" He clears his throat and takes a breath. Jesus Christ he's a grown man and he can't just say it. So he shuts his eyes and just pushes the words out in a rush. "WoulditbealrightifIcalledyoumygirlfriend?" Slowly, he opens one eye, peeking to see if he's run off... or started laughing.

Come on, Andrew, you can't expect her to keep an entirely straight face after that, do you?

Poor guy, it's like he turns into a twelve year old sometimes.

Shockingly, he opens his eyes and she's still there. She's trying not to laugh, really, but he makes it hard.

"I don't mind if you call me that, no."

He's really bad at this, okay? The fact that she puts up with his bumbling is one of the world's most mysterious mysteries.

When he opens his eyes and sees her still there, Andrew immediately sits up straighter, a little confused and also thrilled. "Really? Okay, yeah- That's great." He's still not great with words but at least he has a big dopey smile to show how he really feels.

She chuckles as she takes a sip of her newly arrived drink, shaking her head.

"Now that we've gotten that out of the way, maybe you can relax a little."

Not that the round in the car shouldn't have done that a bit already.

"Probably not." He says, looking embarrassed, but hey- at least he's honest. "I'll try to rein it in though. You're just... You're great." As if that explains everything.

"I mean... you realize everyone in here thinks you lost a bet, right?"

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"Actually, I'm pretty sure the vast majority of them aren't thinking about us at all. They're probably deciding what to order, or about how they have a big project due at work coming up, or what they should say to the lady across the table in order to get laid tonight."

Just saying.

"Besides, if you know me at all, you know very well that I don't give a damn about what other people think."

"I know that." Ugh. Okay, he feels like he just has to get this off his chest. Better now than when the food arrives? "I just- It's still hard for me to believe sometimes. Which I know is basically the quickest way to turn a girl off, airing all my insecure bullshit." He huffs a breath out and tries to collect his thoughts. "I'm bad at this. Like... really bad at it. And I'm not going to be able to even fake that I'm any good at dating or being a boyfriend or not being a fuck up." He pauses. "Pretty sure bringing that up on Valentine's Day sort of proves the point.

"But what I do know? Is that I really like you. A lot. And if you can put up with the fact that this isn't the last time you'll probably hear this? Or the fact that I am the sort of person who gives a damn what other people think? That I think about it basically all of the time? Then I think it can be good. Some of this is nerves, yeah, but not most of it. Most of it's just me. And I just want to make sure you don't think it's going to mellow out any time soon."

The funny thing is that it will, because being with her actually calms down the high strung behavior he's had for so many years. But he doesn't know that.

"As if I don't have my own issues and baggage. I'm a succubus, and I'm about to attempt to be someone's girlfriend."

Just saying, Andrew. She knows how to look hot, and pick up guys, and get them into her bed. The rest of this is pretty fucking new to her and she's just kind of waiting for the thrill of sticking it to her to wear off, to be honest.

But Andrew's not that kind of guy. If anyone fucks this up, it's going to be her, not him.

Andrew stops and thinks about that, mouth part open because... Well, he doesn't have anything to say to that.

"We're sort of fucked up, aren't we?" But it makes his mouth quirk into a smile because it's good to remind himself that Bo's not some perfect untouchable dream girl. She's real. And she's got her own issues. She's gorgeous, yeah, but she's so much more than that. He seems to settle back in his chair, which is good because the food is here. Once the waiter sets it all down and walks off, Andrew reaches over for her hand.

"I'm glad you're willing to try. It means a lot."

She laughs before she shrugs her shoulders.

"Maybe just a little bit." Everyone is fucked up, after all. It's just a matter of how much.

She gives his hand a gentle squeeze, or as gentle as she ever is. "Better to jump in headfirst than to regret you didn't later." The worst that could happen was it didn't work out. Even if she has her baggage and her reservations, doing things because something bad might happen wasn't one of them.

"Right. Exactly." No, that's sort of the opposite of how he leads his life, but that's the problem isn't it? He's barely living his life at all. So it's better to just fucking go for it, right?

"Speaking of- time to dive in for some sushi." It's a joke because fish. Also, I don't eat sushi so have a random fish based rolled food thing, Bo. Fuck if I know what it is. But he's got chop sticks and picking a piece up to try to feed it to her. Luckily, he's not a total klutz right now (dex 16).

"It almost looks too pretty to eat, not that that's ever stopped me."

Bo, stop yourself. Though, really, there are too many sushi based sex jokes she could make here, it's not even funny.

I eat sushi like a boss, so it's totally a crunchy roll because they're delicious and good for beginners but still fancy. And wow, such pro with those sticks oh yes.

Excuse her, she'll just be letting him drop that delicious morsel right into her mouth and be polite while she chews and swallows.

Okay, saying things like that? Cheating. It's a good thing he had such a good dex check because wow he might have dropped the roll after hearing that. But once she's got the bite in her mouth, he pulls back and grabs one for himself, watching her for any sort of negative reaction.

"Good, yeah?"

Her expression is one of approval, even mild surprise.

"Better than anything raw has any right to be." Except Crunchy Rolls aren't raw, so gj Bo. "I think I might need at least a couple more to really decide."

That last bit? Sarcasm. The restaurant is a winner.

"Well, we've got plenty." He says with a grin. Yay! She likes it! Andrew picks out something else for her and nudges it towards her, but he hands her a set of chopsticks so that she can try picking it up on her own. Or maybe she's a pro with it and just doesn't do sushi. Guess he will find out!

"So the rest of the night is sort of up to you. There's a few clubs around here. We could go dancing. And by that I mean I can watch you dance while I stand there. Or..."so hopeful for this long shot. "There's a theater down the way that's showing a black and white horror movie marathon?"

It may be Valentine's Day but it's still Andrew. At least he's presenting options!

Bo takes the chopsticks, and apparently she'll probably manage to get that piece in her mouth eventually (dex 14) without losing too much rice in the process.

She looks a little thoughtful as she chews. She's all for clubs sometimes, but this date sure isn't about getting her dance on alone.

"Horror movies it is." She gives him a knowing look. "Maybe we can snag some seats in the back row. If we're lucky, it'll be empty."

She's like a fucking teenager sometimes, I swear.

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