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WHO: Nathan Drake & Elena Fisher
WHERE: ~~IN THE RIGHT PLACE THIS TIME~~Fancy places
WHEN: end of October
WHAT: Date, fancy date
WARNINGS: Nothing really, will update as things progress

[ Coming up to the house, wow, those nerves were heavy, like his arms, knees weak, palms sweaty. Nate really hoped Han wasn't home to answer the door. He hoped the man was off with that princess of his who, in his opinion, could be a handful for Han after she'd been shown throwing a hot drink in some jerk's face on national television. Right now his hands were full so he couldn't fix his fancy as all heck outfit. A small box with a potted chicks and hen and a little yellow pot with a cactus occupied them, but it wasn't hard to hold in one hand and ring the doorbell with the other.

While he waits, heart beating hard and fast, he shifts his weight to one leg and rolls his ankle, head down to look at the shoes he chose with the suit. She'd accepted his invitation for a date night out, this was really happening. It was...different. She was different. Different from all the others. Different in the way that he wanted more with her.

What if this didn't work? What if he choked? What if he messed this up again? God, what did she see in him that she was giving him a second chance? Their future was so uncertain, thinking about it and remembering her covered in blood and unmoving, it made him antsy.

Nate was just about ready to set the box in front of the door and leave, let the apprehension and nerves win. ]

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[Elena knows she shouldn't be nervous. They've dated before, they've already had some kind of feelings-confession this time around, and she knows Nate. Or maybe that's why she is nervous—she knows Nate, and even a mildly fancy date is a new thing with him.

But here she is, all dressed up and no place to go until he gets here. Which is right about...now, as the doorbell rings.

She hops up, forces herself to take a long breath and smiles as she opens the door.]

Hey.

[ What is it that catches his breath? The color of her dress sitting perfect on her figure and showing the slopes of her shoulders? Is it the way she smiles up at him? Is it the whole package? Nate feels himself smiling back because— how can he not? ]

Hey. Wow. [ Now would be the perfect time to remember how to talk. The flutter in his chest is making that a little difficult. ] Uh, I brought you something... It isn't much...

[ The small box, about two hands wide, is extended to her. Suddenly, he feels sheepish, like she's not going to like it. He's not really one for rejection when things matters most. ]

[She has to hold back a chuckle at the 'wow'. What a flatterer, and he doesn't even mean to be.]

Nate, you didn't have to get me anything.

[She accepts the box, though, because why wouldn't she? Her smile broadens once she sees what's inside.]

You remembered I like these? Thank you. You're sweet. [She leans in and plants a light kiss on his cheek.]

[ What a relief. One corner of his mouth tips up at the kiss, leaning down so she doesn't have to stretch so far up. His hand brushes her waist, hovering. ]

I thought maybe you wanted something from home. Add them to your windowsill here.

It'll make it homier, yeah. Let me find a spot for them before we go.

[Since she can't very well carry plants all nights. She finds a spot for them in the living room window for now, then returns to his side.]

Ready when you are, cowboy.

[ She walks away and Nate wants to follow, eyes lowered to the way her skirts move against her hips. She's back by his side before he can take that step forward and he begins to step outside. ]

I was born ready.

[ His arm extends for her to take. ]

The restaurant isn't far. Good thing it's a nice night for a walk, huh?

[If she knew he was looking at her ass...she'd probably sway a little more, honestly.

But instead she's back beside him, taking his arm gladly.]

Walking is definitely better. I've seen what happens when you drive.

[Explosions, dives off cliffs, etc.]

Hey now, you're the one who takes the wheel half the time. I can't always be to blame.

[ He makes sure she's got her arm nicely tucked against his, giving her a look. ]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[She grins. Of course she does.]

So where are we going, anyway?

[She could take a guess based on the distance, but he's the one who picked it out.]

We're going places. Seeing people. Eating some food.

[ She'll see when they get there. ]

Oh crap, is that what we're doing? I thought we were gonna see some food and eat some people.

[ A snort. What a funny gal. ]

If that's what you want to do tonight then who I am to deny you?

Mmm. Let's save the cannibalism for the second date.

[Because this is a first one, isn't it? A fresh start. Even though she already knows which way his dick curves.

True to his word, it's not a far walk, but she enjoys it for every step. It's nice to be able to enjoy time with Nate, no longer weighed down by the knowledge that she wanted something that he didn't.]

[ That isn't fair. At least his dick has a good enough curve to hit that spot for her. And at least he doesn't bring up that one of her breasts hangs a little lower than the other, or the beauty mark next to her areola. ]

So then there's going to be a second date? You haven't even gotten through a meal with me yet.

[ They reach the entrance and he holds the door open for her, heading in to give his name for the reservation. It's low lit with candles on the tables, each tucked in a circular booth, the seats cushioned and leather. ]

[For some reason, she's pretty sure he'll earn a second.

Elena recognizes the restaurant by sight, though she's never eaten there before. It's lovely—romantic and definitely fancy as, he'd promised.]

Nice place. I'm impressed.

Only the best for the best.

[ Nate waits until she slides in first on the one side, then eases in to his. A waiter shows up to offer some wine samples as soon as they're seated; since neither of them are driving, what's a drink or two? ]

So...

[She'll have the samples and then some. She's more than willing to indulge tonight.]

So, how are you coping with a non-criminal lifestyle here? Breaking out into sweats yet?

I'm doing laundry every day because of that. And you should see the shakes— it's rough.

[ He's also ready to lose the job and find something else, at this point. ]

Any new stories?

You poor thing. Maybe you should consider rehab.

[Elena grins and thinks about the various projects she's got going.]

There is one that could be pretty interesting...

[She goes into a bullets-point version of a lead she's got, related to gang activity in Maurtia Falls. It's no Lazarevic story, but it's got cachet, and it could do some good.]

[ Drinks arrive and the interruption is taking down food orders. Nate's in no real rush, barely having looked at the menu, that prompts the waiter to leave for another ten minutes, giving them some more time. ]

Let me get this straight - you're getting involved with a gang. You realize that's bad, right? Bad and dangerous.

[It's good wine, and momentarily distracts her from the topic at hand. Oh right.]

That's overstating it a little. Right now it's mainly interviewing witnesses, tracking crime reports, seeing if there's a pattern to this group or not. I'm not marching out trying to get an on-camera with the gang boss.

Not yet you aren't. Give it some time.

[ He takes a sip of his water and leans back against the plush back seating, a leg extending under the table. His ankle brushes hers and Nate gives her a nudge. ]

Well, if it gets that far, I'm sure I can handle it.

[She's still smiling, but she's keep a close eye on Nate as she does. After Shambhala, she gets why he'd be worried about her willingly getting close to danger, but she's not going to wrap herself in cotton. If he expects that, then this second try at their relationship is going to have a brand new problem.

Luckily, he seems over it, judging by the foot she feels nudging against hers. She curls her foot toward his, eyelids lowering as she rests her chin on her hand.]

Anyway, don't tell me you haven't been in danger since you got ported in. Not even once?

[ The fear and worry will always be real. It never goes away. A spike of adrenaline might numb it out but as soon as that wears off, it's there. Like a reminder. He would never ask her to wrap herself up in cotton before she goes out to take on the world, he knows she lives for the thrill the same as him. As of right now, it's still fresh, like a fresh hell, in his mind, and it'll take time to push out, that one memory of her that's stayed with him since he'd been dropped here in this strange universe. ]

It's the glass at the museum you should be worrying over.

Oh, I've written the glass off. It's only a matter of time until there's a mass shattering event.

[The waiter swings by again and Elena takes the opportunity to order a glass of Riesling, rubbing her foot against Nate's ankle the entire time.]

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