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When;Backdated April 16th
Rating; G
Characters; Elena

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Summary; Elena treats Vash to dinner and drinks to make up for teasing him as much as she did on the singing curse day.
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Elena hummed lightly to herself as she waited by the fountains, the easiest place for anyone to meet someone else at, smirking every now and then as she recalled the latest curse the city had. One she had missed being affected by, for which she was thankful for. Humming was easy, but singing wasn't exactly something she had a great deal of practice with. And if she had to pay for her enjoyment about teasing others about being cursed, then dinner and drinks was a small price to pay.

It was a bit amusing though, how once she'd actually gotten in a relationship, and a serious one she was quite happy with, she managed to arrange more 'dates' so to speak, than when she had been single. They weren't anything serious. She just liked to use the word to see what kind of reactions she'd get more than actually think of any of it as a real date. Course she did leave a note still. Just in case.

Elena idly wondered if Vash would spot her first or if she would spot him first.

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"Sounds good!" Vash replied, following Elena to the cafe. He'd been to Juliet a couple of times already and liked the atmosphere a lot.

"What's the Underground like?" Vash asked, opening the door to the cafe to let Elena in first. "I've heard a lot of stories about it, but I haven't really done much poking around for myself."

Because it seemed to be an automatic gesture, one done before he had even thought about it, Elena was just the tiniest bit surprised. The action was... enduringly sweet, rather than annoying or staged which would have ticked Elena off. Nice to be reminded that there was more than one real gentleman in the city.

"Well I wouldn't bring little kids down there, but it's not terrible. There's the occasional monster, though they tend to stick to the lower levels," Elena explained, taking a seat at one of the random tables with a smile. "The lower you go really, the less I'd want to take someone, well, innocent with me. The upper levels tend to be where most people stick to anyways."

"Sounds... interesting," Vash said, sitting down across the table from Elena. "Well, as long as the drinks are good, I guess it doesn't really matter, right?"

The thought of drinking suddenly reminded Vash why he was here with Elena in the first place. The singing curse day... Oh, God. Part of him wished they could skip dinner and go straight to the alcohol...

"...I think I'm just going to have a sandwich."

Nodding, Elena agreed, wondering if she really needed the food. But well... It was a bit in bad company not to eat anything when they were getting dinner and drinks. "The drinks are definitely worth it," she said, thinking that she'd get something small or at least... not too large.

"Are you sure that's all you want? Or are you not really all that hungry?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm sure, thanks," Vash said cheerfully. Everything was more filling with a side of embarrassment anyway. And the more he thought about the other day, the more embarrassed he was becoming. "What are you going to have?"

"Probably a pot pie or something," Elena mused, quirking an eyebrow at Vash. Now that they had said their orders out loud, chances were, there would be the mystery waiter or waitress that would appear to bring them their food. Elena didn't question it. She just enjoyed it.

If she had to guess about what Vash was thinking of, she'd guess that he was probably thinking about the situation that had led up to this point. Which meant that he was thinking about the songs he'd sung, and remembering them was still a great source of amusement for Elena.

"So Vash," Elena began, grinning, and lacing her fingers together; resting her chin on top of them. "You never did tell me who the thief and who the wander were."

"For your information," Vash informed Elena, hoping he wasn't coming off as flustered as he felt, "It was the joker and the thief. Thank you very much. And I'm... not really sure to be completely honest."

He truly wasn't. The entire song still confused him. And it was becoming bothersome. He just thanked God that neither Knives nor Legato had jumped on him that day and started prying.

"Believe me, I have a very boring love life," Vash continued. "I've never even had a real date."

She had to wince in sympathy after hearing Vash's last statement. If he hadn't even been on a real date before... At least she had gone out on dates a few times back home and her love life itself... Unrequited crushes were a pain to remember.

"Okay, joker then," Elena conceeded with a smirk. "But doesn't change who it probably is. Not that I'd know, but that's up to you in terms of telling me or not."

"As for a real date though..." Techincially, it wasn't a date. She was only calling it that because it amused her to do so. But... "You could almost consider this a real date you know."

Vash paused for a second as something clicked in his head. Meryl. That's who Elena reminded him of. Petite, pretty, quick-witted... Vash just hoped Elena wouldn't suddenly hit him with a board or clothesline him from behind.

"Maybe it's simply repressed and I need to get good and drunk before the truth comes out," Vash joked, half-wondering if that was true. He watched the waiter in silence as he set their plates on the table, pondering Elena's last remark.

"Heh, I guess I could, couldn't I? But then, if I could call this a date, I could say I've been on a couple already, so go me!"

Elena grinned as she picked up her fork. Getting someone good and drunk, she could do. For her size and weight, she could drink a very deceptive amount of alcohol. "Not a problem there. I can hold my own well enough to wait for your lips to become loose enough."

"Good to hear," Elena grinned, actually feeling somewhat glad about that statement than just saying it. "Someone who looks your age should have at least gone out on one date by now."

"Oh, great," Vash said, "Maybe I should eat something else afterall to try and prepare myself."

Vash smiled a little over the age observation. He looked to be, what, in his late twenties or early thirties? If she thought that was going too long without a date, he could only imagine how she'd react to about 150 years of that.

"What about you?" he asked pleasantly. "Is there someone special in Elena's life?"

"Might be for the best there," she agreed with a wink.

If Vash had asked how old Elena thought he was, she would have said that he was probably a lot older than he looked. It wasn't given away on his face, but rather, in his eyes. Dating who she was, Elena had started to pick up on a person's eyes rather than what their face might have suggested.

Smiling a little bit softer as she though about Jr. and what had happened only a few days ago, Elena had to nod. "There is. He's very special to me."

Vash titled his head with curiosity. "Yeah? Well, that's good to hear. I'm glad you have someone like that here in the City."

If anything, the City's negative qualities didn't seem to be keeping people from getting together. In fact, it appeared to be bringing people closer and encouraging everyone to rely on one another. Vash was glad about that.

It also had a tendency to get people to admit things that were once to hard to say aloud. Vash wasn't sure how he felt about that yet.

"Is he from your home or did you meet him here?"

"He's from a different world," Elena stated, grinning. "His name's Jr., by the way. We 'met' during a curse actually." The world Jr. came from really was very different from her own world. The technology aside though, while their worlds were pretty different, they shared enough similarities so that it wasn't completely alien.

"I've been the only person from my world here for... Oh months now. They all managed to find a way out before me." She snickered as a random thought came to her in regards to the others who had been here before. "I can only imainge how small my paycheck must be."

Light and joking. It was best not to mention that, even if she had found a way out, Elena wouldn't have been able to take it. Or that there was someone from her world here now, but it wasn't anyone who's company she particularly enjoyed.

"Yeah, those curses seem pretty good at bringing people together," Vash said, reflecting on the conversations he had with Wolfwood and Knives during the song curse. Primarily the former. He was still a little shocked by how little awkwardness there was after all that.

Guilt trips were another thing. Vash was still smarting from the lecture he'd gotten about pulling the "crap" Wolfwood had been "singing about yesterday" earlier...

"Paycheck?" he echoed, jolting himself out of his wandering train of thought. "What sort of job did you have back home?"

You have no idea, Elena though, chuckling. Ah well. live in the City long enough and anyone would learn just how it could bring people together, even if they didn't want to. Course, there was more than one way to interpret that, but either way, it was all the same.

"Not one I'd suggest for children or the faint of heart to hear about," Elena stated simply. It was the best answer she could give. Vash had seen, so if he remembered, he'd understand what Elena was talking about. She wasn't ashamed of her job, but Elena had yet to get a good measure of what Vash was really like, so she chose her words carefully.

"Ah, gotchya," Vash said easily. He had a feeling he knew what sort of job Elena had and he wasn't going to press her about it any further. Plus, she didn't need to know just how familiar he was with less than savory occupations yet; such as what his best friend used to do for a living.

"I'm glad you have someone here, though," he said. "I imagine it can get pretty lonely here when you don't have anybody. I was lucky to get here a few days after my friend arrived."

"It wasn't so bad, though I made friends with quite a few bottles before I got over it," Elena said with a casual shrug. Not the best coping mechanism in the world, but it worked well enough in the past. Still, it wasn't something Elena was ever going to complain about.

"Speaking of bottles though, are you about ready to head out to make some bottle friends of our own?" Booze was a very good thing to be looking forward to.

Vash smiled a little. He hadn't really taken to making friends with bottles on his own in the past, but he made a great drinking partner. Mostly because he could keep from passing out until after the other person did.

Probably not the most healthy talent in his possession, but it certainly was useful.

"I'm ready when you are," Vash replied with a broader smile. "Just don't take me anywhere too scary, okay?"

"No where too bad," Elena assured with a mischievious grin. She was only teasing though. There were some slightly quieter spots that Elena knew about outside of Automatica, and it seemed like now would be a better time to visit them than the popular club.

Standing up, Elena reached into her pockets for a few buttons she knew she had grabbed before leaving. They were just as good as anything else to pay with.

"It's a bit of walk. Anything you want to talk about till we get there?"

"Hmm," Vash hummed thoughtfully, walking alongside Elena. He wasn't very good at coming up with conversational topics on the spot. The only things he could think about at that moment were the things they'd been discussing earlier... and his fish.

"...It's really dangerous to leave the subject up to me," he said finally. "I'll end up telling you stories about how my fish knows when he's about to get fed or how I dropped a plate while getting breakfast this morning. And I'm pretty sure you'll want to be good and drunk first so you can find that amusing."

It wasn't drama and it wasn't a threat to anyone she cared about, so hearing stories about a pet fish didn't sound all that bad. Granted, it didn't sound like the most entertaining thing in the world, but it wasn't that horribly boring.

"That's not so bad. Least it means things are calm in the City for a while if you can have a mundane day like that. Sides, you've been the one asking questions and I've been the one babbling most of the time. You sure there's nothing you'd want to ask or say?"

[ooc: Care to move this to a new thread since this one is getting long and smooshed?]

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