Il Pollo, Tuesday Evening

[electrocynic]

The thing about choosing date attire while your apartment was full of pollen was that sometimes you ended up in a dress that you were kind of a little too boobtastic for. But sometimes these things couldn't be helped. Because sometimes it was way too late to go back and change once you realized the error of your fashion ways, and you just had to

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[imafuturist]

Tony had spent time digging out an outfit that didn't scream 'I have more money than sin' but also didn't make people think he was living in a flophouse. It was a delicate balance for him.

"Here we are," Tony agreed, trying not to stare at her chest. It was happening anyway. This was the worst week ever. "I don't think I've ever been here."

[electrocynic]

Sarah had already spent almost a day with Atton where he kept addressing her chest instead of her face. She was used to it already.

"Me neither." Yeah, her dating life hadn't been very much the fancy Italian restaurant type. Although she had taken part in a paintball war at Ching Tai, so there was that. "But it looks like they have a bar."

[imafuturist]

Well thank god for that.

"After you," Tony said, forcing himself to look at the bar.

[electrocynic]

The dress wasn't much better from the back. Just saying.

"What a fucking gentleman," Sarah snarked, albeit pretty pleasantly, as she moved past him to head for the bar.