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When; Tuesday, March 23rd, 6:00 P.M. I'm...reeeeally slow.
Rating; P...G? I suck with ratings, guys, give me a break.
Characters; Chris Skelton, Penny Has-No-Last-Name-And-If-There's-A-Sequel-They-Had-Better-Rectify-That-Somehow
Summary; Chris asked Penny out on a date to the Lux! Awww? It's the only place he sort of KNOWS, and really, they should be going to the Blue Light, but....awkwardness, hurrah?
Log; It was a bit fancier here than Chris remembered vaguely from the curse. If he knew any pubs, he might have rathered...but no backing off from it now. Finally, that whole Master business was, if not solved, at least done with and the concept of distraction was very welcome to him. He hovered around the outside of the building, waiting for Penny to arrive. He'd checked inside already and now, well. Penny would be here soonish, right?

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The Lux was ritzier than Penny had been expecting. Should she have worn something dressier? It had been well over a year since her last real date; the proper protocol escaped her and it had been simplest to head straight to the Lux from the Welcome Center.

She was slightly late. Hopefully Chris wouldn't be upset. Penny saw him just outside of the Lux and waved him down. "Chris! Hey!"

Penny! Oh, good! Chris beamed at her. "Hullo, Penny! Sorry about, uh. Well. S'nice here, in't it?" Quick subject change. "Guess we can go in now, yeah?"

Not that Chris was wearing anything all that much better. He didn't have dress clothes here. At least they matched in coming straight from work?

Definitely not upset, then. "Why're you sorry? It's great." And it helped that Chris was also in relatively casual work clothes. Comfort in numbers. Penny opened the door to head in. "I hope you weren't waiting too long."

"Not really," said Chris amiably. He hesitated a moment, and then entered the building, looking around the interior again before heading for an empty table by a wall. "Think we can probably sit down wherever. S'not many people here, yet."

"Good... thank you," Penny replied. She followed him in, trying to dismiss first-date jitters. A date with someone normal... there was a novelty! Chris wasn't a superhero, a mad scientist, a homeless person, or an incredibly desperate man who lived in his mother's basement, which made this date thing rather unusual for Penny. She could handle nice and normal. Maybe. Hopefully. "The big crowds don't usually come out until later, huh?"

"I don't reckon so," said Chris, pulling out one of the chairs for Penny to sit in. Trying a bit too hard? Maybe. He hadn't dated for a while, certainly not for as long as he'd been in the City.

"I think there's some sort of floor show later on, or at least, there was one last I came so I dunno if it's still 'ere. S'pose everyone'd be really posh for that, though, so it's probably best we're early, yeah?" He smiled at Penny. "I can go an' fetch you a drink, if y'like."

Manners? Since when do guys have manners? Penny sat, thoroughly impressed. Chris was either really thoughtful--which would make sense--or his time period was a much better time for chivalry. Maybe both. "Thank you.

"We can always hang out and see what happens... make a break for it if it gets too fancy." He really was adorable. No one had ever offered to fetch a drink for her before. Penny glanced at the drink menu on the table, realized how long it had been since she'd had anything to drink at a bar and how little she knew about the drinks listed, and replied, "I'd like that... I mean, if it's no trouble."

"You're welcome." He pushed her chair in slightly. "S'a good idea, that," he nodded. "Long as we don't get too many dirty looks, we'll be fine." He walked around the table to be able to properly look at her.

"No trouble," said Chris, pushing back his jacket to jam his hands a little bit self-consciously into his pockets. "Y'don't....have any preferences?"

"I'm sure no one'll mind us," she replied, quite confident in their collective inoffensiveness.

Penny glanced from the menu to Chris and gave up trying to remember what drinks she liked. "Nope! Just whatever you think is good... and whatever isn't too expensive."

"Yeah, I 'ope so," said Chris, not quite as certain. Posh people weren't like real people. But maybe Penny was right.

"Alright..." said Chris, looking a little bit worried before he walked away toward the bar. He was hesitant to try Pernod on an American but his knowledge of bird-drinks wasn't all that varied and he still wasn't certain whose advice he wanted to take. Even though it wasn't Sam, it really wasn't, he was still feeling oddly betrayed...

He ended up returning to the table with a pint of bitter for himself and a shandy for Penny, which he placed in front of her hesitantly. "Not that it's rel... related right now but do you like licorice? Only I've met loads of Americans who hate it."

Penny's knowledge of bird-drinks was limited to 'most of them have paper umbrellas in them.' The shandy didn't look girly so much as... beery, but Penny wasn't entirely against beerish drinks. "Thanks, Chris," she said, taking a tentative sip. Not bad.

She looked at him quizzically. "I definitely don't hate it. Is licorice a big thing where you're from?"

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I have a last name for her! I just... you know, the minute I use it, Joss will give her one.

Well, exactly! That's the issue! And pardon me, there's two of us so I'll just post to the thread

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