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geeky_agent) wrote2005-11-29 05:36 pm
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OOM: Date Night
Chris and Jack step out of the bar, into a cold New York City night.

The first big difference from Milliways? All the noise. The sound of horns from the cars on the street, cops blowing their whistles as they direct traffic and someone down the street playing a violin come together to create their own symphony.
She pulls her wrap a little tighter around her shoulders and looks over at Jack with a smile. "Surprise."

The first big difference from Milliways? All the noise. The sound of horns from the cars on the street, cops blowing their whistles as they direct traffic and someone down the street playing a violin come together to create their own symphony.
She pulls her wrap a little tighter around her shoulders and looks over at Jack with a smile. "Surprise."
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He looks up at her with a small smile. "She said she really liked you, though. I take it you two have talked?"
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Chris looks at the menu, realizing she's been reading the same entry over and over again during this conversation.
"Yeah. We did. Have you ever had butternut squash soup? It's funny, all the entrees sound delicious but some of these first courses..."
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"Yeah, you have to wonder what half this stuff is. I think I might stick with the Atlantic Salmon. So what did you talk about?"
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"She recognized me when she first saw me," Chris says simply, waiting for Jack to connect the dots.
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He's trying to put the pieces together, but the pieces seem to fit a variety of puzzles.
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Yeah. This will make the rest of the date interesting.
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But maybe...not? Maybe you're a bit more than that?
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She goes back to looking at her menu.
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"I know that. It's just weird talking about this, y'know," she says smoothly.
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The server comes to take their orders, Jack goes first and when it's her turn, Chris chooses the pheasant.
"I'm actually not sure this is my New York," Chris says softly.
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He hadn't really seen anything that made it obvious. It's not like they'd had the chance to watch the news or surf the internet, or do anything that would make it clear that things were different here.
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