It's a Date [Closed]

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Tony peered out at the passing Bleed, watching the swirling colors slide past. He felt a bit nervous for some reason - the idea of this being an "official" date was odd, but he was the one who proposed it. Huh. He hoped things would work out well (and so far, between him and Kate, things had been fantastic). It was nice to have someone grounding, someone there who he could just talk or cuddle with. It gave him something real to hold onto.

He grinned to himself and nervously tried to tame his unruly hair again. Nope. Not happening. He sighed and turned towards the door, laughing at himself. Kate liked his hair unruly. It was part of who he was.

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"They don't have fusion places in LA? Or just not like this?" She said as they walked in.

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"Oh, they do. I've just never been to one." Plays nodded, giving the restaurant a glance. "Probably had th' food before though."

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"You mean somebody ordered some for you... or." She thought about it, and then realized with a pang. "You mean scrounging?"

She then drew closer to kiss his cheek, "Not this time."

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Tony laughed, "Y'don't have to make it sound so bad..." He leaned over to give her a hug.

"Really, you can find a lotta useful stuff in the trash. People throw perfectly good stuff out."

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"I... I was just thinking of the people I used to help at the shelters, felt like we were giving them their first real meal in a week or two. I just wish situations like that didn't have to happen, you know? That's there's always enough for everyone. And yeah, I know, I've seen how wasteful even some of my classmates in school were."

A host then came over, "Ms. Bishop, how nice to see you again. Your table's right this way."

Kate looked briefly uncomfortable, partly because she knew it was just her memories, also partly the recognition she often received because of her family's money. She never liked it.

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He shrugged, "Life isn't fair and that sucks, but all you can do is try to make it better for people, you know? Doesn't help when the people in power don't seem to give a shit, but y'can't really do anything about that. I mean, hell, my tribe tries to help people who can't help themselves. S'parta what we do."

He glanced at the host curiously, then back at Kate, "...nice."

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"Some of them do care."

They were seated at a table, and given menus.

Kate then explained, "I guess because of my memories. Um. The Bishop name's pretty well known. It's only because of my dad though, and all his money." It's a little like going out with the daughter of one of Rupert Murdoch's rivals.

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Plays glanced over his menu. Steak. He felt like having steak. True, it would just be slop, but his brain would think it was a nice, rare, juicy steak. He glanced up, "Your dad's got money, huh? What's he do?"

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"Publishing. He's well, he's something of a magnate. Owns several magazines, newspapers, and books." She saw a chicken and pasta dish that looked good. Again, knowing it will be slop, but at least didn't have to think of it as that.

Ahhh, sorry. Real life grabbed me.

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Plays quietly placed his order when the waiter returned (along with something decent to drink) and settled back in his chair. He shrugged his shoulders, a grin on his face, "Well, that seems like a worthwhile business. 'Course, I hear the internet is takin' over everything."

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Kate placed her own order, along with some iced tea.

She added, "He's been taking measures into that as well. Especially for dual subscription services for print and online. His company was one of the first offering it."

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"Sounds like a real business-man..." Plays replied, tapping his hand against the table, "...smart, I guess. Pretty damn smart, actually."

He laughed, "Then again, I don't run a business. Wouldn't know how either."

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"He is. He just cares more about business than anything else," She shrugged, "I'm used to it. House only been really quiet after my mom passed and especially after Susan got married."

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"Well, that's n'good. Business... eh. Not my thing. Also not the most important thing..."

He reached across the table to her, "...shit, I'm sorry about your mom."

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"No it isn't. He still helps when he can, but mostly through donations. He's not as hands on as my mom was."

She clutched his hand back, "Thanks, it's been a few years now." Not mentioning that she was killed then, and that helped influence her later desire to be a hero, along with the subsequent attack on Kate herself.

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"Donations help, I guess... Better to be out there and doin' it yourself."

He gave her hand a supportive squeeze, "Sorry. Didn't mean t'bring that up."

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"No, I agree it's not the same. It wasn't enough for me unless I could make a direct difference to help others. Anyway I can."

She shrugged, "It's in the past. Really in the past now." Just old scars now.

Kate then asked, "What movies do you like?"

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Tony blinked. Talk about abrupt subject changes. He shrugged and leaned back in his chair, thinking.

"Uh... I dunno. All kinds of stuff, I guess. Action movies, you know that kinda stuff. Some horror flicks, although it's not really th' same anymore, considerin' what I do nowadays.... Uh, what about you?"