maskormenacelogs | what the hell am i doing here, what do i deserve?

WHO: Sarah Manning and George O'Malley
WHERE: Nonah, #007 > Some bar
WHEN: Backdated to September 7
WHAT: A ~DATE~
WARNINGS: Language, probably. Thanks, Sarah.

[ Sarah has never really done dates. Not the kind where the guy picks you up at the door at a prearranged time, anyway. Her romantic life has always been less… structured. Yeah, that's a good word for it. God, what a joke. Even with Cal, arguably the most sane relationship she's had in a long time, things have been so hectic and filled with clone drama that they hadn't had a chance to do much of anything together before she got Ported in. And now this seemingly normal guy. He's a nurse, for god's sake. Well, surgeon-turned-nurse, anyway.

She's not sure which bar they're going to, but she has a feeling punk rock's not George's style, so she dresses a bit nicer than she might be otherwise. Better to save the real punk stuff for later. Assuming there is a later. She can't help but be nervous as she answers the door—for a lot of reasons—but she manages to hide it well. Acting's always been her thing, after all. ]

Hey, man.

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I didn't know you could do that. Just... live at a hospital.

It's not fun, but it's doable. Just sleep in the on-call rooms, eat the cafeteria food. And I couldn't just move back home yet, not after...

[He shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck as he makes his way to the door.]

It wasn't a nice divorce.

Oh. Right. Say no more.

[ Awkward. ]

[Very awkward.]

Yep, that's me. Bringing up all the heavy stuff on the first date.

[He looks back at her apologetically.]

Of course, it's not a "first" unless there's gonna be another one at some point...

Wooould you wanna do this again?

[ Since he brought it up, y'know. ]

Yeah, definitely.

[He wraps his arms around her waist, and leans in to give her a quick kiss at the top of the stairs.]

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[ Oh, this is not good at all. ]

So would I.

[He tugs at her bottom lip with his teeth, reeling her in tighter-

And then pulls his head back a few inches.]

Eggs and bacon okay with you?

[ She swats him lightly on the arm, trying not to laugh. ]

Eggs and bacon are fine, you twat.

[He leans in and gives her one last, quick peck before turning to go down the stairs. This boy is going to spoil Sarah, but it's just his way. He'd spoil a one-night stand.]

Good, because that's all that's in the house.

You want me to make coffee or tea or something?

[ She follows him down, trying to keep her voice low so they don't wake up any of George's housemates. ]

No need - I have infinite coffee powers.

[He waggles his eyebrows at her.]

[ She just looks at him, trying to figure out if he's joking or not. ]

That's your superpower?

[Grins all around!]

One of them. I also apparently can't get hurt.

Okay, Superman.

[ Shit, that's handy, though. ]

I think they gave that one to me out of pity. I'm kind of a klutz.

Still. Infinite coffee and the inability to get hurt? You'd make a great cop.

[ Once they're in the kitchen, she sits down at the table, legs stretched out in front of her. ]

Hey, maybe I would. My friends used to call me this really awful name, after I botched my first surgery.

[He turns on the stove and starts getting out food, before he looks over his shoulder at her.]

007. "Licensed to Kill".

[That wasn't something he wanted to tell her, but hey. He's an open book right now, with her stretching her legs out in his kitchen and looking like a complete vision.]

[ She can't help but laugh at that. But seriously, she can't imagine George as a cop, especially with all the bullshit posturing that goes on inside the station. ]

It's a long story, but I worked as a cop for a while, back at home.

Really? That sounds cool.

[He looks super impressed, though not surprised.]

I can totally see you strapping people into handcuffs.

I was definitely not as cool as you're picturing.

I bet it was exactly as cool as I'm picturing. Maybe I like dangerous women.

Or maybe it's handcuffs you like.

[His ears go red, and he turns back around to cook.]

I don't know, maybe it's just you I like.

[ That's okay with her. ]

Yeah?

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