Dinner date (closed to Erica Evans.)

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Knock knock, Erica. There's a beefy bald guy outside your door wearing jeans, cowboy boots, a long sleeved tee, and carrying a bottle of wine, a box of chocolates, and two stuffed animals, one pig and one bear.

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Erica's wearing a black, long sleeved top with the first button conveniently undone, paired with jeans, only she's barefoot with fire engine red nail polish. Her hair's down, just a little wavy and the apartment smells good, is warm, and motown plays in the background. Specifically Marvin Gaye.

When she opens the door, she laughs and reaches for something to take to help him.

"Officer Theodora?"

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John grins and hands her the bear and the bottle of wine. He keeps hold of the, and leans forward to kiss her.

"Teddy girl among friends, Special Agent Theodora if we're being formal. Officer Ballski here, is Pinky to his friends."

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Erica smiles against his lips, taking both the bottle and the bear. "Well, I'm glad Pinky has a friend now," Erica says somewhat seriously before kissing John again and closing the door behind him.

"I hope you're hungry," she says, and yes, she is checking out his ass from behind.

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John lays the pig and the chocolate on the table, and turns to face her.

"If I wasn't the smell would make me hungry." It was a meaty, potatoey, smell that went right to the primitive portions of his brain, and told them real food was cooking.

"You look pretty scrumptious yourself." John had come to a realization since Saturday night, and he couldn't wait until the proper time to share it with her.