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WHO: Freddie Lounds & Kaidan Alenko
WHERE: Some bar somewhere
WHEN: Man, idek. After the summer camp fiasco?
WHAT: DATE NIGHT, AW YEAH. Or, at least in Freddie's mind it's date night. Great job not picking up on hints, Kaidan.
WARNINGS: let's be real here, probably none

The problem with dates is that kidnapping ends up pushing them back--especially when your website is dedicated to covering such tragedies/gossip generators as kidnapping. So, after a few days of frantic texts to Kaidan that sorry she couldn't make it!!! work sucked!!!, the date had been pushed back. And hey. People weren't kidnapped anymore, people weren't stuck in space, everything seemed to be going smoothly, knock on wood. The drinking date was rescheduled. And, at least in Freddie's mind, it was totally a date.

Truth be told, she was looking forward to this. She hadn't dated in ages--running a website focused on serial killers ended up eating a lot of time. So this was a refreshing break. And hey, Kaidan was cute. He was kind of oblivious and really kind of dumb, but Freddie found those traits endearing. After all, he was cute. And the fact that he didn't pick up on her flirting only made him look cuter in her mind.

Plus, he had a great ass. So help her if she was a bit shallow.

Waiting outside of the bar, Freddie was wearing a tight olive green dress, long-sleeved and obscenely lacy. Like, the whole damn thing was covered in the dark green lace. Black purse was slung over her shoulder as she fired off a rapid message on the communicator. Hearing someone approach, she looked up, spotted Kaidan, and grinned.

"I won't lie, I'm glad we're finally doing this."

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[biotically]

Oblivious was kind of the name of the game, when it came to Kaidan Alenko. Well, no, that wasn't true. He could be smart -- intelligent and quick on the battlefield. The problem really came down to people. Kaidan could get by, and make friends, but close relationships were the things he just didn't do well. Hell, he'd told his CO his entire life story, unprompted, once. Including the part about having a big enough crush on a girl that he'd killed someone who hurt her over.

There was a reason Kaidan Alenko was so focused on control -- he'd been a teenager, after all.

The problem, really, was that other than a few idle comments, he hadn't picked up on Freddie's hints. Maybe he should have, since she'd mentioned flirting, but he'd -- he always seemed to see those things where he shouldn't, and ignore them when they were obvious. He'd made the mistake of wearing the wrong thing entirely. Freddie was dressed nice, much nicer than he'd dressed -- slacks and a shirt. He was still adjusting to what people considered "fashion" here, and struggling with it. Floundering, actually. He was used to smooth lines, vertical and horizontal, and aestetic that was far beyond anything here, but he had to wash his fatigues sometime, and that meant he couldn't wear them every time. So he'd had to eventually cave, and run out for clothing, which was how he ended up wearing a red monstrosity of a shirt.

He'd still spent longer on his hair than most people would, fresh-shaved, because that was what was appropriate for spending time with a (hopefully a) friend.

He smiled, when he saw her, a little weakly. "Freddie, hi. You look..." well, now he felt like an ass.

"Really good."