Guess I'm just a play date to you

[phdmotherfucker]

Who: Harleen, Alec, and special secret spies guests
What: A blind date from Hell (because a demon set it up, get it)
When: Feb 14th, 8 PM
Where: Antonio's Restaurant
Warnings: None

Harleen never did work up the courage to text the number the Duane Reade demon gave her, and was seriously considering calling the whole thing off or at least pulling a no-show. But then her mother knocked on her door and looked deeply disappointed at hearing her daughter would be staying in on Valentine's, then strongly hinted that she'd been hoping Harleen would be out all evening so the parents could have a "very romantic, private sort of night."

So obviously Harleen could not be anywhere in a five mile radius of home with that cursed knowledge.

She put on a nice dress and jacket, nothing too flashy or that could lead to ... certain expectations, and headed out to meet her doom. Dinner. Her dinner date.

She arrived too early, as she usually did, and was seated at the table first. She ordered a glass of wine and promised herself that everything was going to be just fine. No date could be as bad as the one in her other self's memories.

Comments

[scotch_egg]

"Go on." He would catch the next one and he really didn't want to prolong this further than he already had. Anyway, it would require getting up and he was too tired for that right now-- he had to gather his strength.

[phdmotherfucker]

She shrugged and got on the bus alone. "Text me, asshole," she called over her shoulder before the doors closed.

[scotch_egg]

Well, he might, but what would he even say. For right now he was just glad that it was over. His head was throbbing and he was cold and he had to strangle a cousin, but he felt an odd sense of relief. Or maybe it was catharsis, or maybe he was drunk.

In either case he remained where he was and tried not to fall asleep. Eventually he hailed a cab and headed back to the flat.