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"You really want to sleep downstairs by yourself tonight, don't you?" There's only a slight edge to her voice. It's about a good as it's going to get given that the sensation from that damn noogie hasn't gone away yet.

"Next time I'm not stopping until there's a puddle."

"There's only one place I plan on sleeping, and that's the place where all the covers are. Now you wanna go for another round or you wanna quit bitching and do other shit?" On this date-not-date. Neither of them are going to use the word. But it's hanging in the periphery.

"Every time you talk, poisoning your food starts sounding better and better," she replies flatly and moves to take the laser tag equipment off. "I'll kick your ass more next time."

"Sounds like you mean that way more literally. So maybe the safest course is to shut up." Yeah, maybe, but when has that ever stopped him?

"Might save you some pain later." She'd be more surprised if it actually deterred him. Equipment put away, she's ready to get moving. "Hungry or can your fat ass handle waiting a bit longer for lunch?"

"My ass can wait longer than yours." Church, not everything has to be a competition. "Got something in mind other than girly girl clothes shopping?"

"A walk, not that you remember what one is," she replies and eyes him from head-to-toe. So, he's not that bad, but old habits die hard and she feels the need to poke fun at him every chance she gets.

He never wants these old habits to die. (He doesn't want either of them to die, but, yeah, that ship really sailed, didn't it?)

"The boots? Made for walking. And these legs could use a stretch." Stretch he does, limbs reaching and tensing for a moment before settling back into place. It's unsaid but understood that Church will go where Tex leads. Most of the time.

It's not like she's leading him into danger. Well, at least she doesn't think she is. She's wandering in the direction of D1 despite him not landing that second shot. Just don't mention it or she might veer off towards the farmland instead.

"Now that we have legs to stretch. There's a gym not far from the house that I'm going to start going to."

Nope. Not gonna mention it. Hell, he'll even act surprised. (Because it is. It's surprising.) "Gotta get all these human muscles into shape. More shape than they already have. They're pretty shapely, to be honest." ...Is he still talking about muscles...

Even if he isn't, she's going to pretend he is because seriously Church, get your mind out of the gutter. "You planning on going, too?"

"...Guess I should." Planning on it? No. Not really. On the other hand, if he's going to join the militia, it pays to keep in shape. "Not a bad idea, actually."

"Guess you'll need to save up for the membership fees." Unless future cities didn't bother with those, but so far she's noticing that for being forced here, they have to pay for just about everything.

"Yeah, yeah, get a job, pay for this, cook that, be a human person with a non-fucked up life in the middle of an apocalypse where, surprise, you and your buddies are the only hope for survival, not that anything's gonna happen with that."

Okay, that may have been a little bit bitter.

"Kinda takes some getting used to."

That's one way to respond to that. She narrows her eyes and keeps staring straight ahead. "Yeah because you're the only one of us with a fucked up life that's forced to live in this damn place. I'll be sure to keep that in mind next time you need something from me."

"...Tex, you know I was talking about both of us. Fuck, everyone here that shouldn't be, but especially us." Come on, bitch, don't be like that. He's a selfish fuck, but he can still have a little bit of empathy.

"Fine, whatever." He should know by now how good her track record is for admitting she's wrong.

"Yeah. Whatever. Are we walking or what?"

"Yes, we are." Her feet are still headed in the direction of D1, though she briefly reconsiders it. At least things haven't changed that much between them even here.

She's not sure what she's looking for when they get to D1, so she pauses whenever they approach a restaurant to peer in.

Well that puts a slight damper on this outing, but maybe once they decide on a place to eat, things will get better? At least she's splurging on somewhere fancy. That'll pick things up. He'll just, y'know, put his hands in his pockets and follow along beside her, staying relatively quiet. For once.

It's not like it's new for them and by the time she's selected a place (one that serves alcohol), she's over the spat. The restaurant's not too fancy since they'd be far under-dressed and she's not up for the pomp, but it's clean and decent looking which is more than can be said for eateries in other districts.

"This place good enough for the one shot you got in on me?"

Things were never, ever perfect between them, but that's always been okay. That's always just been how they were. It was when things got worse, in the project, with Omega, that shit seemed to snap.

So that they snipe at each other (metaphorically and literally) doesn't actually bother him. Maybe the fact that that's normal is fucked up, but hey, that might be one of the least fucked up things about them. So hell yeah he'll take it. "I will try not to order three courses of the most expensive thing I can find, but no promises."

"Try hard otherwise I'm getting separate checks." Though she's already fantasizing about what drink she's about to order with her food as she walks towards the host. It's weird being able to go out and eat at a real restaurant and crap, this really makes it a date, doesn't it?

That kinda really makes it a date, Tex. But you won't find Church saying that. Aloud. Yet. Oh god, other people are going to think it, though, aren't they? People will look at them and think 'date', and 'boyfriend', and 'girlfriend', and they've always been bad at defining their thing. Their thing doesn't need defining. Food needs defining, though. Food needs eating more and drink needs drunk. Experimentation!

But hey, they're seated together, and it's--weird. A sit-down restaurant. Seriously? It's an experience. 'Normal' is an experience. Better not bring that up again, though.

She tries not to think too hard about what other people might think of them out together like this. It'll be bad enough when other agents realize their relationship. As far as she knows, only York has had the "joy" of meeting Church and that didn't go over very well.

When they're finally seated, she beelines for the drink menu and orders something on tap. If she's got a body and can finally drink alcohol, then she's going to damn sure take advantage of that.

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