fatespoken | ∞ [twenty-four]

What's wrong with my fashion sense? My clothes are clean and don't have any holes in them.

[He glances down at his clothes - perfectly fine in his mind.]

What would you suggest I wear?

You can't go to La Madeleine dressed in jeans. Are you crazy? They won't even let you on the sidewalk.

[She's serious about going for French. He deserves the punishment.]

Then what would you have me wear? I'm not going to go out and buy a suit for the occasion.

[And despite his complaining, he'll be surprisingly well-mannered. Of course, after lots of complaining.]

Slacks, a tie, a shirt that doesn't look like it was worn during the grunge rock scene?

[She reaches out and flips his collar to make her point.]

Shower and comb your hair too.

What are you now - a nagging wife?

[he sends a half-hearted glare at Kate and stalks off toward the bathroom, though not before flipping his collar down back down.]

Wait here. I'll get ready and if I feel inspired, maybe I'll look half decent.

[Kate rolls her eyes in response. Oh please. Like anybody wants to marry him.]

Hey, I'm protecting my own interests here. I have to be seen in public with you.

[Grumble, grumble, bitch, and moan. She sits down on the couch anyway and watches the pile of ashes as she waits.]

Then I'll make sure to wear four shirts and pop the collar of each one just for you.

[He responds with his own eye roll before slamming the bathroom door. Aren't the pair just like bickering children? ]

[Twenty minutes later and he's all showered and put together. And surprisingly enough, he does know how to clean up well when he puts in the effort. His father was always a prig when it came to formality and presentation.]

Is this good enough for you, Pipsqueak? Or do I need a top hat and a cane?

[He's wearing a pair of slacks, a white dress shirt, and a navy blue tie. And it's all actually ironed.]

[If Kate's going to give him a lecture on his appearance, she might as well give hers a minor touch up. Nothing big, just a quick hand through her hair and a swipe of lip gloss since A) she's still dressed decently well from work and B) this isn't a date.]

Eh. It'll have to do.

[Kate's rather impressed, but no way in hell she'll tell him that to his face.]

Now hurry up before dinner hour closes and we get stuck at a hot dog cart

[ Considering that they're young adults of the opposite sex dressed up for a fancy dinner, people will probably think that it is a date. Though their bickering will probably throw them off.]

And I thought I'd have to get out my tuxedo.

[He'd never let her live it down. Maybe.]

A hot dog cart would be much nicer on my wallet, you know. I actually know a good one down on this own street...

[Or it'll have people convinced they're a married couple since they argue like one.]

You don't even own a tuxedo.

[She's halfway out the door and in the hallway already, bow and arrows slung over her shoulder. Kate just wants to get this over with. Why did she even agree to this?]

Hey, I said I was fine with cheaper Chinese but no, you opened your trap so you have to pay up. Take your punishment like the man you ain't.

[ If the waitress uses the word "wife," you will see Amory freeze up and splutter. ]

Of course I don't.

[He's staring at her bow and arrows, wondering if she plans to threaten him with them while they're in the restaurant. Why did he even offer?]

I was being sarcastic, as you should expect when dealing with me. [slips on his shoes and follows] And are you really going to bring those bow and arrows? Into a fancy restaurant?

Edited 2009-07-28 06:14 (UTC)

[If the waitress uses the word "wife," you will see Kate make her cry. She'll make Amory cry too.

Even though he offered and he's the one paying, Kate's leading the trip to the elevator. She glances at him in response to his question as if to say he's stupider than she originally thought.]

Yeah, and?

[Did he really expect her to leave her baby behind? Never.]

[So that's why she's bringing her bow and arrows to the restaurant? You know what they say about inordinate violence, Kate...?]

I doubt it's proper etiquette to bring dangerous weapons into a nice restaurant. Or legal, even if this is the City we're talking about.

[His tone is almost lecturing, as shakes his head at her.]

I'm not leaving my baby here.

[If he's going to try and argue her down about it, he'll lose. It's coming with her and that's that.]

Fine, Fine! Bring your 'baby' with you, but if you get arrested for possessing dangerous weapons, I'm not bailing you out.

I'll just laugh.

[He's honestly just giving her a hard time for the sake of giving her a hard time.]

Let's see if you keep laughing when I shoot you in the ass.

[You know she'd do it.]

[He locks the door behind them.]

Enjoy your battery charge then.

[Kate says nothing on the way to the restaurant. Rather, she says nothing but insults directed towards him, all the way up entrance of the restaurant. She gets them inside and seated with much of a fuss, not even one about her bow and arrows. It seems like the hostess is used to seeing weird people and even weirder weapons in the City.]

We're here. Remember which fork is which and no belching, you pig.

[A small part of her hopes he has at least a little home training. No embarrassment for her tonight.]

[Small talk is for chumps. As they walk to the restaurant, Amory's busy parrying each of Kate's insults with his own remakrs.]

You don't have to worry about me, Kate. I assure you.

[He stops the waiter when they reach their table and instead pulls out Kate's chair out himself, his hand gesturing for her take a seat. It's almost as if Amory's gone through a metamorphosis; away with the douchebag and enter the gentleman.]

Mademoiselle? [and it's actually a proper french accent.]

Yeah right. First minute I start trusting anything you say, I'm committing myself.

[Kate watches him suspiciously when he tugs the chair out. Not that she's surprised that chivalry still exists, but that it's Amory who's doing it. The decent French is just the cherry on top.]

If you pull this chair from under me, I swear I will kick your ass into next Tuesday.

[And he doesn't pull the chair from under her! In fact, he even lays the napkin on her lap before taking a seat.]

And why would I ever do such a thing?

[He smirks, noting the confused look on the waiter's face. He was clearly trying to figure out what this pair was doing together at the restaurant. Friends? A couple? Enemies?]

Because you're an asshole.

[Maybe she's slightly impressed, but once again, she's not telling him this to his face.

For now, she ignores her dining companion to peruse the menu and find the most expensive and edible thing on the menu, just to mess with him.]

An asshole who can play the part of a gentleman when there's a reason. Such as proving to you that I'm not a pig.

[ He's having too much fun with this, and though he'll never admit it, having Kate as company is a large part of that fun. And he won't even face fault when she orders the most expensive thing on the menu. He'll just clench his napkin underneath the table. Discreetly. ]

[Kate continues to ignore him while she orders a chicken dish that runs along the lower end of the price scale. As much as she wants to bug him, her principles about finances come into play and she just can't bear to feed into the restaurant's materialism just to prove her point.

She even goes as far to order a inexpensive glass of the house wine. Hey, if the waiter isn't going to check IDs, she's going to play up her appearance to look a good three years older than she actually is.]

It's not proof if you're just pretending not to be a pig.

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