( can you feeeeeel the loooove tonight )

[tectus]

CHARACTERS: Octavia Blake and the dating crew
LOCATION: A BAR ON A...FLOOR idk
WARNINGS: probably a hell of a lot of grumpiness lbr there's only like one volunteer
SUMMARY: Speed dating, basically, with more duplicity
NOTES: Mingle log kids, go nuts. Use the headers or create your own or do what you like


[ so octavia has totally repurposed the bar for a round of speed dating, or at least as close as she can manage given that she a) did this last minute and b) doesn't know what speed dating is. still, it's not a hard concept, and there's name badges on a table and a hell of a lot of booze already up on the bartop.

there's some music playing in the background, but given that she's hardly an expert it's just as likely to be really out of place as it is romantic. feel free to use that as a talking point. there's coffee too because she doesn't really know how to cook, and a bunch of ready to eat stuff scavenged from the kitchen nearest the bar. all in all, it's...pretty budget-- BUT SHE TRIED

People volunteering their friends will obviously be told the truth about the nature of the evening, but anyone not friends with Octavia can opt to have received an anon message stating something like " MEET + GREET ON THE xTH FLOOR BAR, PLEASE BRING YOURSELF AND ANY SUGGESTIONS FOR APPROPRIATE ATMOSPHERE. THANKS "

although if you'd prefer their volunteer tricks them into arriving, that is of course also an option. ]

Comments

[mindtricks]

Who says I can't teach you to fight? [ the flush is back, heat rising high in her cheeks, but her tone at least remains unaffected.

but even with those words as her immediate response, anderson isn't actually opposed. it's not that she's ever had much time to date nor a great many people lining up to ask her out on them, especially not after they'd found out she's a mutant. it remains true that she's more experienced at fighting than anything to do with its opposite.

still: ] Okay. [ her expression shifts into a little smile again, not really deliberately. ]

[doggedly]

[Sirius returns her smile--just a little muted, brilliant but quiet enough to come off as encouraging rather than overwhelming. He's still leaned on the bar, inclined toward her--intimate, but friendly, in a way that closes the conversation to just the two of them, and doesn't invite interruption.

Not that he would really care if they were interrupted, as she's just agreed to a date. (Well. He'd still care.)]

How about both, then. A date, and then you can work on me. That wouldn't be too much time spent in my company, would it?

[mindtricks]

Both. [ with a nod, and she almost sticks her hand out for him to shake on it because agreement has been reached, a deal has been struck — but she's inexperienced, not wholly socially inept, so she doesn't.

(if her own body language mirrors his, if she's leaning towards him and looking up at him with her expression more open than usual, that isn't deliberate.) ]

I think I'll be able to stand it. [ is obviously a joke, even if she doesn't quite manage the casual air needed to pull it off properly, ducking her head at the end of it to hide her smile. ]

[doggedly]

Great.

[And he really is pleased. It wouldn't take reading his mind to be able to work that one out. He stands on his toes a little, a bigger lean across the bar, inclining himself toward her with another grin, like he's trying to keep hers in sight even when she ducks her head.]

Then I'll look forward to it. Oh, hang on--

[He shifts back to grab up his glass, and raises it toward her.]

We have to toast. For luck.

[mindtricks]

Luck for what? [ she is already raising her glass again, admittedly, but the question still slips out.

anderson isn't tall or broad-shouldered and in any other context, the way he leans closer could be considered looming and she might mind it. she finds that she doesn't, now. there's nothing threatening about any of his behaviour. ] The date?

[doggedly]

The date, and in general. For us.

[Us, inclusive. Sort of couple-y, even if that's not necessarily what he's proposing--it's more a shorthand. She's not likely to give any argument, but as a preventative measure, Sirius clinks his glass against hers before anything else can be side.]

Cheers.

[And he takes a drink. Deal sealed.]

do u want to do a log with their date sometime tho

[mindtricks]

[ it does sound a little couple-y, but anderson is still reading his mind and the intent on it and he doesn't quite mean that.

so no, there will be no argument from her. he clinks their glasses together and drinks, and anderson follows suite a moment later. ]

Cheers.

yes absolutely yes

[doggedly]

[He drinks deeply--for luck--and then sets the glass down heavily on the bartop, with a pleased sigh.]

And that's settled. Until our date, of course.

good

[mindtricks]

[ for u ]


[ anderson doesn't set her glass down before he does, though she doesn't drink quite as deeply or as much. her head is already swimming from what she has drunk.

maybe she wouldn't smile quite so openly otherwise, or maybe she still would. ] I'm looking forward to it. [ is an admission. ]

:>

[doggedly]

Hey, what a coincidence: me too.

[Which is unnecessary to say, because 1) he's smiling, and 2) she can read it out of his head. But that means that she can also read just how genuine he is as he says that. He really does mean it. Dates are dates; he's had a thousand. That doesn't make them any less fun.]

Meet me back here for it. And only sweet drinks. I promise.

[mindtricks]

I'll be there.

[ he didn't need to say it out loud, but it's still good to hear it, or to hear and read it in his thoughts, his emotions. he's had a lot more experience with dates than she did, but he's still pleased.

that's good. ]