tampered | Log; Ongoing

Log; Ongoing

When Friday, February 19, Evening, so very backdated
Rating PG
Characters Harry Dresden

dresden4hire and Vicki Nelson

acceptingeyes
Summary Vicki lost a bet so she owes Harry dinner.
Log
Harry would have felt bad about making Vicki take him out to dinner except he was too smug about being right. Of course, he would have preferred to be wrong about one of her enemies coming to the City if it wasn't for the whole, "I'll wear a dress" deal he made.

Harry figured he at least owed her the courtesy of showing up in a suit jacket and slacks though if she had to wear a dress. Of course, being so formal might have made it seem like something more, but Harry wasn't going to think on that.

Arriving outside her door, Harry knocked on it and waited so that they could walk to the restaurant together.

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Vicki cursed the City again before smoothing down her dress. (http://www.life.com/image/83626785) She had never thought she could lose a bet like that, but once again the City had proven itself spontaneous and surprising. It was just luck that she'd had the dress in her apartment.

Hearing him knock, she walked over to the door and opened it for him. Vicki found herself pleasantly surprised. She had thought she'd be the only one dressed up because of the bet, but he had shown up looking quite the gentlemen. Glad that she wasn't going to be overdressed, she couldn't help but smile at him.

"Hi Harry. Ready to go?"

Harry smiled at Vicki and nodded. As much as she hated to wear a dress, he had to admit she looked good in it. Not that she didn't look good in her regular clothes too.

"I think so," he said, offering her his arm. "The restaurant isn't too far from here. I really hope you like Italian food, by the way."

Taking his arm she couldn't help but think that it had been a long time since she'd gone out like this. With the latest curses, Vicki had opted to stay home more often than not.

"Italian food sounds great."

She usually went out for Chinese but she was fine with Italian food as well. Vicki remembered going out for it once or twice back home as well.

"Have you been to this restaurant before or is it new for you as well?

"I've been there a few times," he said. It was a small place that had a nice family feel, which he liked. The food was good and he always felt comfortable there.

"I'm not exactly the adventurous type when it comes to food in the City," he confessed. "Especially when a lot of the residents here aren't human."

"That's good then. At least I know then that the food is good." She knew that some of the residents weren't quite human but she'd never wondered about that when going out to the Chinese restaurant she frequented before. Vicki had just always assumed that the food would be fine. ...Then again, in Toronto she'd come across some restaurants with shady reputations.

"I don't blame you. I've never thought about it though....have you seen any specialty restaurants here yet? Other than normal ones that is."

"A few, but most of them are in the Underground," Harry said, shaking his head. Most people didn't venture into those types of places though.

"Actually, a few times I went into a place to get spell supplies, I thought they were kind of like supply stories but they were actually restaurants," he said, wincing a bit at the memory.

"That's one place I haven't been and don't plan on visiting."

Tony had warned her about the dangers of that place when she arrived. He had certainly stressed about the nature of the things down there. She made a disgusted face at the thought of spell supplies coming from 'restaurants'.

"..What kind of supplies do you need that they could ever possibly be found in a restaurant? Even a strange restaurant."

"It's not that bad," Harry said, although he knew that for the most part, it was. "At least not all of it. Some of it is just for things that most people would freak out about if they saw them above ground.

"Eye of newt isn't just for spells in Shakespearean plays."

"Oh wonderful, I guess there's more truth in fairy tales and stories than meets the eye then."

She had truthfully not expected that sort of ingredient to be real. Of course, her knowledge was mainly from what she'd read in books and things she'd seen Tony do.

"Magic is still new to me, even though I used to live with Tony," she mused. It was surprising what he had known, especially since he knew none of that from the time she knew him from. "I've also usually only seen it used for bad things at home."

"You'd be surprised how much fairy tales are actually based off of truth," Harry said. "In my world, the Dracula novel is nothing more than a clever way for wizards to inform the world on how to kill Black Court Vampires."

That was probably one of the more clever ideas that the White Council had come up with.

"And we're just about to the restaurant."

"Interesting to know."

Although she didn't understand the court system Harry was using, she assumed it had to do with different types of vampires that lived in his world. She only knew about them from being here in the City and the ones she'd heard about weren't the friendly kind.

"That wasn't too far of a walk at all. It's good to know of a place this close to home."

"Plus, sometimes you need things like, 'the deepest darkest shadow' for a spell and you just don't really get that above ground," he added. Stopping at the door to the restaurant, he opened it up for her.

"It's definitely worth visiting. I like staying here for a while, sometimes I bring case notes to work on."

[ooc: No worries, I'm having fun with it!]

She just gives him a look at that. Vicki's idea of magic had been greatly changed in the past few minutes and hearing that ingredients included things like "the deepest darkest shadow" just confirmed in her that it was something she shouldn't play with.

Walking through and thanking him, she waited until he'd joined her before continuing.

"You get cases here to solve?" Although technically she wasn't an investigator here, hearing about possible cases piqued her interest.

"What? I have to use sunshine for spells too!" he said, looking just a bit defensive. "In fact, I usually keep at least one handkerchief full of sunshine on me at any given time. It really surprises vampires."

When the hostess came to seat them Harry asked for a table for two and followed the woman to their seats.

"A few for the police force, a few private cases. Nothing much but it keeps me busy."

"Sunshine...you know that makes you sound just a bit crazy right?," she said, although she was curious about what a handkerchief full of sunshine looked like. "Is it even possible to keep sunshine in a handkerchief?"

Following along to their seats, she took her seat before carrying on the conversation.

"I didn't know they gave out cases like that.."

“Of course it’s possible,” Harry scoffed, pretending to be offended. “What do you think you carry it around in, a jar? Nonsense, a clean, white handkerchief is the best place to keep it. And I work part time on the Force, so I get actual cases.”

"I honestly think a jar would be more accepted for something like that. Nobody would make fun of a jar of sunshine, but a handkerchief of sunshine? Just doesn't have the same ring to it." She smirked at him. It had been a while since she'd been out like this and she was certainly going to have her fun with it.

"Part time on the force...not bad. Maybe I should try to apply for something like that, I have been meaning to get a job."

"But sunshine would leak out of a jar," Harry said, shiking his head and grinning back at her. He was enjoying the casual, no pressure banter with Vicki and having a good time.

"Besides, carrying around a jar is really conspicuous. And if you're serious about joining the force part time, you should stop by the station."

"Maybe it would be a little conspicuous, but I still doubt it would leak out."

She really wanted to see it now. How would it even be possible to get sunshine, let alone keep it in a handkerchief or jar. Vicki decided she's figure it out one day.

"The station? I think I may have seen it once on the map. Is it far from here?"

She did need a job and it really wouldn't hurt to do something she used to be good at. Vicki wasn't sure though, she didn't want to desk work but she knew her eyes were no good in the dark or without glasses.

"Besides, I can keep the handkerchief in my pocket," he said, reaching into his coat and pulling out a folded square of bright white cloth.

"And no, not too far, it's relatively centrally located in the City."

Vicki stares at the handkerchief. It couldn't possible be what they've been talking about. After all, why would he carry around sunshine?

"That is empty right?" She was certainly not wanting to find out what opening a handkerchief filled with sunshine was like.

"That's not too bad then. Maybe I'll stop by one of these days and see what's needed for applying."

Harry gave her a bit of a smirk as he saw her eye the handkerchief. Since coming to the City he had always kept at least one on his person at all times.

"Why don't you open it up and see?" he told her.

She saw his smirk and knew something was up. Even if it was harmless, on the off chance that the sunshine was really in there, she didn't want to be the one to unleash it.

"Maybe you should..."

"Alright," Harry said with a chuckle and reached out to unfold the white fabric. From where it was laying on the table, a burst of sunlight shot upward, brightening their area of the restaurant for a moment before the sunlight ran out and the handkerchief became just like any other.

She couldn't believe it. He'd actually had sunlight in the handkerchief. Staring at the empty handkerchief she took a moment before looking back up to Harry.

"You know I never would've believed it if I hadn't just seen it."

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