A favor...or a question? @ 08:17 pm
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February 24th, 2011Comments
"You can definitely bug me for it," the girl with the
Alex doesn't censor himself often, but he considers that doing so is probably a better idea right now than commenting on how comfortable she might be with doing it, even if he thinks it might be funny to see Abby blush.
"I want to take you to dinner, and maybe dancing afterward. What do you say?" he asks.
Brilliant though she is, Abby has a slight gutter-learning-disability on occasion.
Abby smiles. "I'm intrigued. Should I be listening for the other shoe?"
"Other shoe? Abbs, you /wound/ me. Do you not believe that I'd like to see you in a pretty dress and take you out and show you off all over Star City? Because that's where we'd be going. Star City. I'm supposed to be at one of these Queen Industries things that Uncle Ollie doesn't want to bother with and you know how that goes." Alex says with a smile.
"Hey, if we're lucky, we might even get to be up some bad guys." he says, trying to cajole her with the promise of heroics. "And I will be a perfect gentleman, in case it needed to be said."
Abby smiles at him, laughing just slightly, and pulls out her calendar. "Well, if you're going to be so adamant, and since I know a Queen Industries event wouldn't endorse any causes or practices against my religion, give me a when."
"What are you doing in three hours?" he asks with a very bright, "You Walked Right Into That" smile on his face.
"...Casting a warding spell and hurrying to not be late, I assume." Her own expression acquiesces that she did, indeed, walk right into that one.
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