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I want to rob lumber mills and hospitals with you

Who: Steph and Kate!
What: A first date!
Where: Kate's place -> a restaurant in Spit Hearth -> TMU. They are busy girls
When: Sukkardi afternoon/night
Notes: Girlfriendsssssss
Warnings: None for now!

Tonight is date night. It's been a while since Steph has had a real date - she doesn't feel like the ones she set up here really count, they were nice, but they were more like spending time with a friend than a real date. This is a real date, her and Kate are somehow officially a couple, despite the fact this is their first date. Of course, the fact there already a couple mitigates some of the usual worries that are associated with a first date - all the questions will she like me, what if we have nothing to talk about, and what's going to be expected at the end of the night are already answered. Steph knows that Kate likes her, she knows they get along well and have plenty to talk about, and she knows at the end of the night they'll go home together because it's where they both live. They're taking things slow, working it out as they go and gently testing the boundaries of what each of them is comfortable with, so a real date is a good place to start feeling out this relationship and deciding exactly how it's going to work. Maybe that's why Steph is still a little nervous, or maybe it's just because it's been labeled a date and she's concerned that's somehow going to make it awkward between them.

Still, that doesn't put a damper on her excitement. She's picked out a nice restaurant (she owes Angela big time, her app was so helpful), she's got plans for after dinner that she hasn't told Kate about, and she spent the last three days repairing a dress she'd bought cheap because it was slightly damaged; she might not have her sewing machine, but it was easy to buy the basics to hand sew. The restaurant is in Spit Hearth, and the booking is for 7:30pm, so Steph plans to be out of the apartment an hour before then, giving them plenty of time to get there. Kate's been informed of this part of the plan, so she's home by the time Steph gets there at a little after 5:30, having come home from work. Steph says a quick hello before slipping into the shower; she lingers there a little longer than she should, hands on her scars as she reminds herself that a) there's going to be no nudity involved tonight, b) Kate's already seen most of her scars and c) even if she hadn't, it wouldn't bother her. Steph's never really been self conscious of her body, gymnastics kept her fit when she was younger, then vigilante training did the same, but the scars are something different. They look so awful, and she gets scared that someone's going to pull away because of them. Eventually she forces herself to stop thinking about, rinses the conditioner out of her hair, and gets out of the shower. It doesn't take her long to dry off, and then she puts on a bathrobe before heading out to the bedroom, figuring she can get dressed out there and free up the bathroom for Kate.

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"I'd say you wouldn't have much luck with that, but considering the city we're in..." Kate could probably find someone in Baedal who would want to raise a growly alien baby with her.

There's a pause as they walk for a moment, as Steph tries to remember which way to go, and then she takes them right. They're not too far from the restaurant now.

"Exactly," Kate replies as smugly and pleased as she possibly can. "So maybe if you behave, I might stick around." This is Baedal, after all. Not only can Kate find somebody to raise a growly alien baby with her, she can find somebody to father... or mother it too.

She doesn't want to think about this particular detail of the issue. Kate just got used to kissing another girl.

"Hey, after we eat, what are we doing? Going home?" Seems pretty anti-climatic for a first date, especially since there's not much in the way of a movie theater or anything else here. Maybe Kate should have asked this when she asked Steph out.

"Alright," there's a hint of sing-song teasing in her voice, which should give Kate slight warning for what's coming next, which is Steph looking up at Kate through her eyelashes and adding in a suggestive tone, "I'll be a good girl."

It serves the purpose of both teasing Kate, and as a way to avoid the question. What they're doing after is a secret, and Steph is nothing if not sneaky.

Who does Steph think she's dealing with here? Kate is far too sharp to let somebody dance right around a direct question.

"Don't look at me like that when you don't answer my question." Kate is sneaky too; it's why Steph isn't about to get away with being it too.

"You're no fun at all," Declared as if this is a universal truth, with a huff at the end of the sentence, "I'm gonna have to up my game."

Still not an answer.

"I'm here to ruin all your fun because you don't answer questions."

It's a promise and a threat rolled into one. Kate's serious about what Steph's up to. No good, obviously, but what no good?

"It's a secret. But I will tell you not to overeat, we might have to make a quick getaway at some point."

That is probably not reassuring at all, but Steph is saved momentarily from any scolding since they've reached the restaurant and the next few minutes are taken up with them getting seated and being given menus.

It's a nice, mid-range restaurant, with a bit of a French-mixed-with-Baedal feel and the table they get directed to is in the more private part of the restaurant (Steph told them it was a first date).

Kate narrows her eyes and opens her mouth to protest whatever this plan is, but she's interrupted by fussing from a waitress, a quick moment of blushing from the hostess winking at them when Steph checked in, and the menu being slipped into her hand. Once drinks are ordered and everything settles down, Kate turns her attention back on Steph. Time to turn up the heat.

She holds up the menu, closed and waved menacingly in her hand. "Don't think I won't hit you with this. I don't like secrets."

Steph, on the other hand, leans back in her seat, perusing the menu without any hint of concern, "You won't." Well, she might, but it won't be a real hit.

"Completely unrelated to the topic of what we're doing afterwards; I hope you're not too out of practice on the cello," It is not unrelated at all, but it's more fun to pretend it is.

"I'm not answering you until you answer me."

No, Kate wouldn't hit Steph ever, not out of frustration or anger anyway. But she will play stubborn too for as long as it needs to last. She just opens her own menu and starts looking at the appetizers, wondering how long either one of them will hold out.

Kate is patient. It's one of her strengths.

"I don't need an answer," There's a good-natured teasing in her voice as she raises an eyebrow at Kate in silent challenge.

Both of them are stuboorn, but Kate might have a slight advantage in that Steph doesn't want to actually annoy her.

"Any chance you'll just trust me and see where the nigh takes us?"

It'll take a lot more to actually annoy Kate. No, she's just playing this game well knowing that Steph wouldn't actually lead her into trouble... much.

She doesn't answer immediately, letting the question hang between them like the white roses in the vase and the candles between them, before glancing over the corner of the menu. "Any chance you'll at least give me a clue?"

It takes a bit of effort not to fidget too much while she waits for a response, but she manages to keep herself mostly still.

"That sort of behaviour shouldn't be encouraged in me," Considering her dad's propensity for the same thing, but Steph is smiling, "And anyway, I've already given you two."

Quick getaways and cellos. It should be obvious, really (no).

"You mentioned quick getaways and asked me about my cello. What? Do you plan on dragging me along on a flash mob jam session?" Somehow, Kate doesn't put that too far from Steph to do. In fact, she thinks she might have even given Steph another idea.

Steph definitely does not need to be encouraged.

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"No, but flash mobs are a good idea," Kate clearly knows Steph too well, and really shouldn't have made that guess. Now Steph is working out how to do some sort of CeidaryBlue523 flash mob. It'd be awesome.

"But no, think more along the lines--" She's cut off by the return of the waitress with their drinks, and when she asks if they're ready to order Steph gives Kate a questioning look. If Kate's ready, the waitress will take their orders and Steph might finish that sentence.

"I knew you'd say that. I don't even know why I talk to you."

Sometimes Steph reminds Kate of Tommy, in more ways than one. This is one of them. It's not a bad thing, just something that can make her roll her eyes and sigh with fondness. And that is the exactly reaction Kate gives as she glances back down and the menu and picks one of the chicken dishes (and sneaks in a glass of wine along with her order) before handing her menu off. "More along the lines of what?" she prods, leaning her elbows on the table.

"Because I'm good in bed."

Said regardless of the fact they haven't even slept together (like that; they do share a bed), and also apparently not caring about the waitress. Or maybe she said it because the waitress is there and Steph wants to see if she can get Kate to blush. Steph smiles up at her, orders the filet mignon and hands over the menu.

Once the waitress is gone, Steph mirrors Kate's pose, voice low, "How do you feel about a little B&E?"

Call it a weakness, but Kate does blush, oh so very much. It's not easy to embarass her, but Steph seems to have a knack for it. Kate could never just blurt out things like that, especially in public. With a hand covering her face, she's not sure if she should laugh, cry, or drown her sorrows in her water glass.

She'll answer Steph in a minute, once she gets her embarrassment to a manageable level.

Steph has to bite her lip to stop from laughing, because that's exactly the reaction she was hoping for.

"Something wrong, sweetie?" And the term of endearment is just there to be extra ridiculous, extra embarrassing. Steph missed this part of dating (she missed a lot of parts of it, but being able to tease someone like this is up there on the list).

Kate's face has never been this shade of red before. It's really like Steph is sticking the knife in further with a little twist for extra pizazz. If this is dating, Kate's not sure she wants any of it.

"Oh God..." she whispers with a breath of an embarrassed laugh, even if it comes out muffled from behind her hand. "Something is really wrong with you."

"You are so lucky you didn't know me when I was fifteen," In a tone that indicates this is nothing compared to how bad she was back then. What she's doing right now is just teasing, rather than actually being serious about it all -- she doesn't need to be serious, she's already got Kate.

"I think I wouldn't have liked you then." Which is probably a lot closer to the truth than Kate makes it seem. Kate at fifteen (or thirteen? Fourteen? However many years less than Steph has on her) was a totally different person than she is now. She's grown enough to take this ribbing and roll with it, poorly, but roll with it anyway.

Picking up the ice water placed earlier in front of her, Kate quickly sips at it, hoping the coolness will somehow wash the blushing off her face. "What did you say earlier? B&E?" She's hoping she heard wrong.

"Probably," There's a hint of sadess in her voice, and Steph decides not to say that she wouldn't like Kate either. It's unlikely they'd have been able to tolerate each other. But - no point thinking about it, because they didn't mean then and they've both grown up a lot. Steph smiles.

"Something like that. You up for it?" Making it a challenge seems like a good way to get Kate to agree.

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