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

[coppelganger]

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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[puppydoctor]

No need - I have infinite coffee powers.

[He waggles his eyebrows at her.]

[coppelganger]

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

That's your superpower?

[puppydoctor]

[Grins all around!]

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

[coppelganger]

Okay, Superman.

[ Shit, that's handy, though. ]

[puppydoctor]

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

[coppelganger]

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. ]

[puppydoctor]

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.]

[coppelganger]

[ 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.

[puppydoctor]

Really? That sounds cool.

[He looks super impressed, though not surprised.]

I can totally see you strapping people into handcuffs.

[coppelganger]

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

[puppydoctor]

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

[coppelganger]

Or maybe it's handcuffs you like.

[puppydoctor]

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

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

[coppelganger]

[ That's okay with her. ]

Yeah?

[puppydoctor]

Yeah. You're alright.

[He gives her one of his sideways smiles - she's way more than alright and he wants her to never doubt that.]

[coppelganger]

[ She smiles back at him. God, she likes him. This is so bad. ]

[puppydoctor]

[Whoops. How did that happen.

George finishes their breakfasts, and then grabs two mugs out of the cabinet.]

Hey, watch this -

[He takes one in each hand, and without his moving a muscle they both fill up with black coffee, as though there's an invisible spout hidden inside.]

[coppelganger]

[ She looks legitimately impressed. ]

God, I wish I could do that. The food looks good, too.

[puppydoctor]

What did they give you?

[He brings breakfast over to the table, and sits down next to her.]

[coppelganger]

I can blend in with walls and make shit look like other shit.

[ To demonstrate, she picks up a fork, with barely a glance, makes it look like a scalpel. She's getting better at doing it without having to concentrate too hard. ]

See? But they've gotta be similar already, like the same size, or it doesn't really work.

[puppydoctor]

Holy crap that's cool!

[He leans in as close as he can to examine the scalpel.]

Way cooler than coffee.

[coppelganger]

The thing is, it's still what it started out as, yeah? Like you couldn't use it to operate on somebody 'cause you'd just be stabbing them with a fork. It does come in handy sometimes, though.

[ Like when she doesn't feel like paying full price for something. ]

[puppydoctor]

But you could just walk into a nice restaurant and start eating with your scalpel here? Because that would be hilarious.

[coppelganger]

I could, if I wanted to.

[ To demonstrate, she spears a piece of egg on the end of it and takes a bite. ]

[puppydoctor]

Oh man, you're hardcore.