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[whattingawhat]

When; December 21st Evening
Rating; PG possibly PG-13
Characters; Buffy Summers whattingawhat & Dominick Cobb spinorfall
Summary; Dom + Buffy + Dinner=awkward times
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[spinorfall]

Dom, for his own outfit, chose a simple black tie, white shirt affair. He's never been one for good dressing (Mal always said he was hopeless), but he figured a simple outfit like this? Couldn't be messed up. Hell, at least he will look better than Eames on every day.

Checking the address he's been provided, Dom once again attempts to remember exactly why he suggested this. He hasn't spent any time with a woman that wasn't for a job in two years...and hasn't had a dinner with one since his wife died. It feels decidedly strange to him, and while he knows she is gone and wouldn't be coming back, there is some small part of him that wonders if Mal would be happy that he's getting out or...upset that he is. Though Dom knows that she would be happy. The Shade...would hate it.

But that's how it should be, anyways. And it wasn't as if it was a date. It's just a dinner, with someone who happens to be of the female persuasion. Dinner with Ariadne would just be that--dinner. So dinner with Buffy could be that, as well

[whattingawhat]

Yes, it would be nice if becoming comfortable happened well before the end of the night.

Buffy stands up with a smile when she sees Dom heading toward the table. Really, he ought not to feel so anxious. She's not considering it a date either. It's dinner with someone that she enjoys talking to, a friend even. As for the dressing for the occasion, the pencil skirt has been dying to be worn and it's not terribly appropriate in her everyday life. She can't perform a roundhouse kick in a pencil skirt which is sadly what determines most of her day to day wardrobe. This occasion is highly unlikely to require any roundhouse kicks, so pencil skirt. However, there is a stake in that tiny clutch bag. She's hopeful, not stupid. Buffy shakes his hand, grin still big.

"You're not a three inch floating head. That's a relief."

In other words, he looks better than he does on the small screen as well.

[spinorfall]

"No, I assure you my head is firmly attached to my body. At least for now." A wry smile, and a squeeze of her hand before he lets go, and waits for her to sit before taking his own. He might be many things, but Dom still considers himself a gentleman. A thief, a killer...but still a gentleman.

Picking up his menu, he glances over it casually, but keeps his attention on Buffy, mostly. Food for him has long stopped being about enjoying, but simply about fueling the frame.

"So..." Well. He's already struggling to come up with things to talk about. Wonderful. Well perhaps he should start with the simple things. "I realize I never actually asked, but do you know the others of my team?" Eames, Ariadne, Arthur. It's a good way to gauge how much she might know about him, already.

[whattingawhat]

"It's better that way. Detachable heads can get messy."

It's nice, the gentleman thing. She's mostly decided what she wants already but if she knew that, she'd be pretty sure he needs more Ben & Jerry's in his life. The struggle for conversation gets a smile out of her. The nice thing about Buffy: she can make conversation with inanimate objects, and has before.

"I think I've talked to Eames before but I don't really know any of them. It's great you've got friends here. Sort of helps with the shock and the alone thing since you're...not alone. Really that sounded less short bus and more comprehensible conversational in my head."

And then a pause. Really it didn't take this long for her to notice he said 'team' and not 'friends' but she figures it puts him more at ease if it seems like an afterthought. "What sort of team?"