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[ She can drink to that. His toast even invites a slight smirk to curl on her face, though it quickly disappears behind the glass when she goes to take a drink.

Her green eyes dial in just long enough for him to notice before they dart off in a different direction. She's not sure what to say, set on keeping her mouth busy by continuously taking sips from her glass. But that won't suffice for long as she nears the bottom rather quickly.

In the moment it takes for her to grab the bottle once more and pour herself another, she decidedly speaks up. ]

Now that we've unveiled Gren's desire for a deathwish, what do you want to do? Continue with the date?

[ She doesn't like the idea of getting dressed up for nothing, so she anticipates his answer to lean in her favor. Yet in the same vein, she expects a wildly different response that involves him taking off. She's not even sure which she'd prefer more. ]

[feeling those green eyes on him and not in a glare-aspect is...it sends a shiver down his spine. and the hot trail of booze down his gullet doesn't distract much from that.

that sure is. a question. he'd....he's not sure. like he'd blabbed to Gren, he isn't sure if a date between them would work out, wouldn't be weird or horrible...and this is the chance to find out. so he's terrified, understandably. a coward for life.

he swallows hard.]

Well uh, what would you like to do?

Edited 2019-11-09 09:27 (UTC)

[ Whether or not a date would work out between her and Badou wasn't so much a conversation topic as it was a fleeting thought thrown carelessly into an imaginary wind to be picked up and carried away. Because between their little bickering matches and rare moments of solidarity, Faye never alotted the time to view Badou as anything more than a friend. But as many other aspects in life, that was capable of changing.

Sitting back, hand still cradling her glass, she returns her gaze to the man before her and really soaks up what she's seeing. If she was asked whether or not the personality he invoked over texts was anything like what she was experiencing right now, she'd say this were two different people she was dealing with.

All the same, his weirdly calm demeanor clashes with hers and so she lays off a bit. ]

I don't know... we might as well see where the evening will take us, don't you think? [ A pause and then, ] Unless you're not feeling it.

[another one of those People Online Your Mom Warned You About moments, right here in the face. Catfishing just isn't the same anymore when you know each other.

Badou lets loose a breath he hadn't known he'd held, his mouth now quirking into the hint of a smile. his shoulders relax just a tic, too, a single notch as they unfold from around practically his ears.]

Yeah, I'm feeling it. That sounds good-- might as well get some food and drinks outta it, no shop talk. What a dream.

>[and really, much as he knows of faye, couldn't hurt to get to know more]

[ And for the first time, Faye appears to smile. The initial shock has virtually disappeared now that she's had a bit more drink in her, and it was evident that Badou had no reign over the situation. It's fine. Gren will get the backlash he rightfully deserves.

... unless, maybe, this blind date goes unexpectedly well. In that case, it won't be nearly as fatal for him. ]

Okay then. It's settled. We have our date and then plan Gren's demise. Sounds romantic, doesn't it?

[ Her smile breaks into a grin just moments before she grabs her menu and draws it up to take a look. The waiter is getting ready to head their way and she's not at all concerned about the bottle that's "mysteriously" been placed on their table (and that they've both been unreservedly drinking from). ]

What looks good to you?

[ The list of options were mainly pasta dishes but she's a woman who isn't afraid to eat a more hearty meal. ]

The best romantic comedy-- we'll make a fortune.

[seriously this could be a movie. an embarrassing one, but better than tucker must die.

he's started to relax a little more; the booze certainly helped, but the fact her anger isn't aimed at him is a relief. they can get out of this unscathed! it won't be so bad...might even be good. just have to not embarrass himself!

not to mention you can't get better than a meal like this. he takes a look at his menu too, glance flittering across the pages]

Wonder if steak can be trusted in a place like this...then again most things probably can or else these big wigs wouldn't come back, hey?

[he bites his lip as he mulls it over]

[ For just a moment, Faye will stop to watch him from behind her menu, curious to witness how his obvious restiveness might highlight his mannerisms. Not by much, as it seems to have receded a bit now that the worst of the situation has come and gone, hopefully, and yet it seems to linger in the way he bites his lip in thought. Cute. ]

What we don't know won't kill us, right? [ Or maybe it will and it puts them both out of their misery. ] My diet has desperately been lacking the protein, so that doesn't sound half-bad right now.

[ She's still weighing out other options and debating whether or not she should order more than one dish, because she is definitely not paying so why not milk this for what it's worth? Which has the potential of being more than Badou could afford since he's the one who will be paying, unbeknownst to him. Of course, Faye's always prepared, so in the likelihood that he's unable to pay, she's ready for the ol' dine and dash move. ]

But if you're that concerned about it, we can order a steak to share.

You mean you diet for a body like-- I mean I couldn't-- let's split a steak. Unless we fight for it.

[he knows he'd lose, for that matter, but his mouth twists into a sardonic little grin anyway. is he thrilled by the thought? not overtly so.

he is going to get pasta too, though, some creamy stuff to stick to his ribs. maybe a single veggie...veggies mean a mature man, don't they? also, joke's on her: the card that will be paying for this meal is not his. now would a mature man admit this to his 'date'?]

[ Faye catches that snide grin of his and returns it. ]

Sounds like my kind of foreplay.

[ She knew such a question might add some heat to his cheeks, and it dissolves her grin into a teasing smirk. He most certainly would lose. A body part? Maybe. But luckily for him, any trace of desire to maul anyone had been reserved for Gren. Though that feeling was beginning to dissipate the more they sat there and became comfortable -- alcohol being a wonderful assistance in that.

Soon enough the waiter approaches the table and takes their order: a steak to share, medium rare, and two creamy pasta dishes with a side of veggies. She also asks for another bottle of wine, to which the waiter will peer at her questionably, the confusion flickering behind his eyes on whether or not he had dropped one off to their table to begin with. But considering how sweetly Faye smiles at him, and how distracting her framed cleavage is, the need to ask is lost and he leaves the two of them be.

She returns her attention to her date, and her drink, and leans on the table. ]

So. Badou. Is this the first date you've had in a while?

[ Let us not forget how much of a bitch Faye can be. ]

[if she expected a blush-- she gets that and a scowl that absolutely twists into a bit of a deeper one at the mention of any previous dates. its a good thing she requested that wine because this is going to need a lot of it....

when he finally pulls his eye out of her cleavage, he huffs]

When's the last time you've been on one that's not for work? Being kidnapped doesn't count, either.

[ She expects exactly what he affords to her, both blush and scowl, and though, at first, her smirk broadens, revealing just how pleased she is with herself, no sooner will his countering remark be met with a glower of her own. ]

Oh, did I touch a tender spot there? [ Mock concern. She sips on her glass and then adds with a flat face: ] I asked you first.

[ She's also not totally avoiding the question. ]

You're completely avoiding your own embarrassment, aintcha?

[and now it's his turn to smirk. he swirls his drink like he's got this all in the bag, like he really has anything to brag about.]

I've been pretty busy with work. [admitting that much]

[ Faye glares daggers. Embarrassment. There was nothing to be embarrassed about. It wasn't as though she were actively searching anyway, although evidently Gren did his part in doing the searching for her.

She snatches up the bottle, pouring a plentiful amount into her glass that completely empties it. Guess you'll just have to wait until the other shows up for a refill, Badou, sorry. ]

But not busy enough that you couldn't attend our little date, huh? Don't I feel special.

[ A bit sarcastic because she didn't appreciate that kidnapping remark!! But she leans back in her seat, seemingly calm, crossing one arm while cradling her glass against her bosom. She's been busy too, if that's what they're both going to go with. Not that it's very truthful in her case. ]

I just haven't been interested in dating anyone. Is that a satisfying enough answer for you?

I don't know-- does it satisfy you?

[an honest question for what's not the most honest answer. but this date isn't some get to know you heart to heart bullshit. though he wouldn't mind looking into the mysterious bounty hunter's mind--

he doesn't exactly want someone looking back at him either. and that server could come with the booze any time now. he taps his fingers impatiently on the table as he waits]

You wanna know what truly satisfies me?

[ She leans forward slowly, her upper half extending just a few inches over the table, as though she were about to express some kind of secret, granting another wondrous opportunity for him to lose his eye in her cleavage. ]

When idiots mind their damn business.

[ This wasn't some get to you know heart to heart bullshit, after all. Right? Oh, and would you look at that, the waiter just so happens to show up with the bottle, just in time. And she just smiles, all lovely-like, acting as though she wasn't just moments before about to slice Badou up with her stare. ]

[he does take a good eyeful, leaning in too, she can look at his cleavage if she wants! when they both pull away again, collecting themselves, he snorts.]

Yeowch. You mean you don't want to play 20 questions later? That's a real shame, Faye.

[its actually not. well, sort of! he's curious, so sue him. curious and ready for that wine. he just helps himself to a nice glass, and guzzles quite a bit down]

[ Her face flattens. This is where she could really use a cigarette. Her eyes dart around the place for a non-smoking sign and decides it doesn't matter when she reaches into her clutch and draws one out. She lights it. ]

I can just hear the disappointment oozing from your voice.

[ She can't really tell if he's genuinely curious or not and that's probably how he wants it. It's not like she's one to be thrilled by the idea of a getting to know you trivia bonus round at the end of their dinner because chances are she wouldn't hear him over her chewing. Hey, maybe they can make it through this if they just ignored each other in favor of the food on their plates! That was becoming the plan now anyway, wasn't it? ]

[he shrugs one shoulder, kind of wishing he had some nice soft bread to chew on or something...they have fancy bread at these fancy places right? Then again he doesn't want to eat and drink so much he loses it...he flicks his gaze to her, holds it]

It all depends on you. I'm not gonna pressure you into anything, but it could be fun to play a game, is all. It'd be boring to just sit here and stuff our faces.

[not getting out of this that easily faye]

[ She'll return his gaze from behind the screen of smoke billowing off her cigarette and lean back in her seat. ]

Okay, so what are you dying to know about me?

[ There's a chance she might fib on the answers to humor him, or perhaps the alcohol has loosened her up enough that details are spilled of which she'd never willingly divulge. It's a gamble, but it won't be entirely for naught should he chance it. ]

[what does he want to know? there are a few subjects to range from, but that meager portion is narrowed down to a couple more she might answer honestly.

time to just break the ice...it's like they're surrounded in ice, actually.]

If you were stranded on an island, what would you take with you?

[ Out of all the questions he could ask, he goes and asks a dull question like that. Faye had higher expectations. She's also not surprised. ]

Really? Okay.

[ If you were stranded on an island...

A grunt. She didn't want to have to think about her answers, Badou. ]

I guess I'd bring some kind of soap, my gun, nail filer, and a book or some cards to play with.

[ Obviously, she's not taking this very seriously. ]

No knife? Soap's a good choice.

[that's such an uninteresting question he asked, isn't it. he has a bit more of the wine as he contemplates what else to ask]

If you could see yourself doing anything else, what would it be?

[oof that's a deep one, Mr. Nails]

[ She stops to think about it again and then adds, casually: ] Yeah. A knife too. [ Because a gun would become pointless once the ammo is gone, wouldn't it. ]

[ Her hand reaches for her glass about the same time as his, and when they both draw them in for a drink, Faye will pause to watch him. She can tell he's mulling over something while she, too, is considering what to ask; the rim of her glass pressed to her lips just as Badou places his back on the table and asks another question.

She stops, thinking about her answer, before swallowing down another sip. When her glass joins his on the table, she lets out a sigh. ]

Anything that isn't chasing bounties. [ But more seriously: ] I don't know. I wouldn't mind being the CEO of some multi-billion woolong company where I don't have to work very much but I can reap all the rewards.

[ A satisfied smirk appears, as if pleased with her own answer. She takes a drag off her cigarette. ]

What about you, huh? Are you happy with what you're doing now?

Kind of sounds like that's too easy. Where's the challenge?

[that's a bullshit answer, he can tell. oh, he can tell she'd like that, in a dream come true kind of way. but it doesn't quite...sound right.

but there's the problem, again, with this pandora's box he's opened. willingly. his shoulders curve in on his body.]

Am I happy with my shit? Mmm, who is? I've still got a lot of things I have to do before I can figure out what to do next. Actually, I haven't even thought of that..

[ Perhaps it was bullshit but Faye's an excellent bullshitter. ]

There's more challenge in that then, say, finding a rich man to marry and taking off with his money.

[ Because that's the ultimate dream. One she could easily obtain if she wasn't so set in her ways of independency. She'd have to feign love and care towards someone she felt nothing towards (because most if not all rich men were old and unattractive) and the very idea of dealing with a relationship was last on her list. The added thought makes it sound like more work than she'd care for.

Then again, you could always find someone you actually love, instead, Faye. ]

And what kind of things would that be?

[ She then asks him, taking one last drag off her cigarette before putting it out. Do enlighten her, Badou. At least while she still sounds interested. ]

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GOSH I'M SORRY FOR THE WAIT