Ching Tai, Saturday Evening

[sincegradeskool]

Tyler had no idea why this seemed like a good idea. Marla and Tony at one table? He might have caused the apocalypse when he agreed to the meal.

It would be fine, he tried to convince himself as he stood by the hostess' stand, waiting for everyone to arrive. And if it wasn't, well, he could always change his name again and take off.

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[sincegradeskool]

The door opened and air rushed in. The smell of cigarette smoke was followed by Marla, who looked thrilled to be there. But then, that was Marla. "I'm not paying," she said by way of greeting.

[tyler_back]

"Since when do you have money?" came Tyler's response as he involuntarily stiffened. Showtime. "Don't worry about it."

[sincegradeskool]

"Who said I was worrying?" She smiled for the briefest of moments, although it toed the line of being a smirk. "You can do that enough for both of us. This is a step up from where we used to go. Anyone would think you're moving up in the world."

[tyler_back]

"I don't even have to specify clean food here," Tyler admitted, almost wistful. "Moving up, I don't know. Might just be getting soft."

Softer, anyhow.