theairlock | At last, my love has come along~

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!round 2,
!week 4

At last, my love has come along~

~~Date Night~~

After everything that's happened, especially the shock from the giddy joy of Thursday night to everything that happened on Friday, Queenie is more determined than ever to make sure everyone can find some joy in this place. Which finds her determined and busy most of Saturday evening, after crying herself out, and all day Sunday. Anyone that tries to stop her or insist maybe there's something else she should or could be doing will be told that she's got something in mind, it's going to be fun and no one should worry about her, thank you very much.

One of the small tables from the dining room is missing, along with it's chairs. They have now taken up residence in a quiet corner of the garden. She's taken one of the pink sheets from the 2nd floor rest area and made it into a tablecloth, set out candlesticks, and relocated a rose or two into the area. Jars and additional glasses from the kitchen are scattered around, glowing a soft, delicate blue light from dancing flames that give off heat but do not burn.

Every day this week a different couple will find memo mice seeking them out.

The pleasure of your company has been requested in the garden this evening at 7 o'clock. Follow the lights for fine food and better company.

The food will be served by magic and Queenie will do her best to keep as much distance as possible, giving everyone their privacy. While the main dishes will vary there will be two things consistent, night to night. Excellent wine from the bar upstairs and a rich, decadent chocolate mousse topped with hand whipped cream and glazed strawberries.

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Yyyyyeah. It's... I kind of want to burn the thing, haha....

[ ... yeah, anyway. He takes a deep breath, then blinks when she apologizes. Why's she...? Oh. Does she think he doesn't want to be on a date with her? ]

Y-you don't have to apologize! I-- I don't mind. At all. It's-- [ Foot. In. Mouth. For once in your life, Rhys, play it cool. He takes a deep breath, again. ] I'm... pretty glad she did this. Actually.

Really...?

[This wasn't going the way she would have expected at all. Rhys should have been laughing in her face, or at least running away screaming. She was the daughter of his boss, the head of a cutthroat corporation. Not to mention the guy who, apparently, tried to kill him.

And yet... there was no denying that she was positively thrilled that he wanted to be there. That maybe she wasn't the only one who felt her gut twist when they were together, or felt a swarm of butterflies every time they laughed together.]

I'm... I'm glad too, then.

Yeah.

[ He relaxes and, at last, gives her a smile. Honestly, he doesn't care if she's Jack's daughter. She's... way different from Jack. How he managed to produce such a sweet, kind, genuinely good kid, he'll never know. It's... not even difficult to separate the two. ]

So... [ Okay, Rhys, let's give Angel a good date. He keeps that smile in place as he goes over to one side of the table and pulls out the chair for her. ] Your seat.

[It was hard to believe this was happening. Not just the fact that she was on a date with Rhys, but the fact that she was on a date, period. She'd spent so long being sequestered that every moment like this left her almost breathless.

She slipped over to her seat, somehow managing to stay on her feet and not make a mess of things. Once seated, she flashed Rhys a grateful little smile.]

Thank you very much.

[ He still feels like a dork in his unitard, but what the heck can you do. Rhys pushes her chair in a little bit, then takes his own seat. ]

You're welcome. [ He finally looks at the food, which he hadn't really noticed until now. He'd been too caught up in looking at Angel. ] Wow, this looks amazing, huh? Queenie seriously outdid herself.

She's positively devious, doing all of this. But... it is amazing nonetheless.

[She couldn't fathom eating right now, though. Not with the way her stomach was aflutter. Rhys wanted to be there with her, he'd said as much, right? That had to mean something, especially in the context of all the things she hadn't let herself really consider.

Maybe she hadn't been imagining it?]

I'll have to thank her later tonight. This... truly is amazing.

Yeah... I'll have to thank her, too. For a few reasons.

[ He's kind of nervous, too. It's funny. Even going on a first date with Stacy... or any other girl, for that matter, he'd never been this nervous. Or self-conscious. Does his hair look okay? He hopes it looks okay. ]

Pretty magical, huh.

[ And he grins at his own joke. God. ]

What... what reasons?

[As much as she wanted to hope that she had the right idea with this encounter, she also needed to hear it out loud. That maybe she wasn't the only one with the slightest of romantic inkling, and that she definitely wasn't reading into things too much.

Of course, it was hard to focus on her own emotions, or to even be remotely serious, when Rhys was making her laugh with jokes as good as that.]

It -- it really is. I'm positively bewitched.

[Not this shit again.]

I...

[ He fiddles with his fork, because wow, what the hell are words? Rhys doesn't know. For all his bravado--that had, weirdly enough, mellowed out in the past few weeks--Rhys is at a loss. Maybe if he were bolder, he could just, you know. Kiss her and that'd be easier. But, he wants to do this right--he doesn't want to startle her or anything.

So, jokes aside. He taps his fork lightly against his wine glass. ]

I kind of didn't know how to, you know. Ask you on a date myself.

Oh.

[Try as the voice in the back of her mind might have, there was no way to rationalize that away. Which meant things weren't nearly as one-sided as she might have thought. That she wasn't the only one over the moon that this particular set of circumstances had brought them together here in the garden.]

You think you didn't know. I... have never even done this before. I wouldn't have even known what to do, let alone how to ask. [Was he understanding what she was saying? Did he even need her to be as straightforward as she did him?]

What I am trying to say is... I'm glad she did this too. Because I would have bumbled around for weeks without -- without this.

[ He's not inexperienced at dating. But there's just something about Angel. He's not going to put her on a pedestal, because that's not fair to either of them, but she's seriously special. She listens to him. They joke together, laugh together. They... get each other. ]

Haha... I guess we're both kind of fumbling. [ He rubs the back of his neck. ] But, we have been for a couple of weeks, now that I... really think about it.

[ Fumbling is putting it lightly. He takes a deep breath. Moment of truth, Rhys, let's do this. ]

Basically, what I'm saying is... I like you, Angel. A lot.

[If her Dad were there, he might have tried to discourage her. Convinced her that she was only interested in him because he was the first boy she met. That she didn't understand, just like she never did when it came to things they argued about.

But if he had been there, maybe by now she would have had the strength to tell him that he was wrong. That Rhys wasn't the first boy she met (Finn would always hold that honor), he wasn't even the second (thanks, Junpei). But he was the first to listen to her. The first to really make her laugh, and someone she knew she could turn to with everything. He understood her in ways even Queenie or Nari could.

Even her father couldn't claim that honor.]

I... I like you too. I like you a lot too, I mean.

[ He hadn't realized he'd been holding his breath. But the moment the words leave her mouth, he lets loose that breath. There's a smile, more relieved and more almost light than any smile he's ever shown her. Later, there will be the inevitable doubts--is he really good enough for her? Will he be able to protect her? Because the last thing he wants is to see Angel hurt.

Or worse. ]

Wow. [ Smooth. ] I... haha, I didn't think I'd find someone like you here. I mean... you're pretty amazing, Angel.

And I'm way lucky to know you.

[ Stop getting ahead of yourself, Rhys, gosh! ]

Soooo... will you be my girlfriend?

I never thought... [Is she getting emotional? Maybe just a little. She sucked in a breath, though, trying her damndest to swallow her emotions long enough to get her words out.]

I didn't think I'd ever be able to have something like this. And... And you are something special, Rhys. You really deserve to hear that, again and again.

[Normally her throat would close up right about now, preventing her from saying anymore. This time, though, the words practically tumbled from her lips.]

I would love to be your girlfriend, Rhys.

[ Oh, no, please don't cry, Angel! He doesn't want to see her cry.

The way she talks about him makes his heart do little flips. It makes him feel warm, a little stronger, somehow. And he can't stop smiling. ]

Haha, you're... gonna make me blush. A lot, [ he says, a little red already. He reaches over and takes her hand. ]

Of all the things that could happen here, I... didn't think having a great girlfriend would be one of them.

Should I stop?

[There was a look in her eyes, a glint that probably could have been considered dangerous, if it were anyone other than her. And a look that quickly goes away when Rhys spoke again, replaced by her own measure of bashfulness. Rhys' heart might have been doing flips, but Angel's was outright threatening to beat its way out of her chest.]

I... never would have thought I'd find a wonderful boy -- [She forced herself to take a breath, then push the words out.] -- boyfriend.

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