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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[ She looks legitimately impressed. ]

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

What did they give you?

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

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.

Holy crap that's cool!

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

Way cooler than coffee.

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. ]

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

I could, if I wanted to.

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

Oh man, you're hardcore.

I know, right?

I bet you ride a motorcycle, and get into barfights, and get food out of your teeth with a knife.

[He's joking, but he's also fawning.]

[ She scoffs, more at the thought of her doing all that stuff than at him. ]

One out of three, maybe.

Yeah? Which one? It's the knife, isn't it.

Maybe.

[ Not saying anything more, though, just eating her breakfast. You'll never know, George!! ]

[Curses! He kind of wants to see her on a motorcycle now.]

I'll get it out of you.

[ Spoilers, it's the bar fights, because of course it is. ]

Okay. You can try.

[He reaches over to casually drape one hand across her leg.]

Hey, don't underestimate. I just have one of those faces. People like to open up to me.

[ She gives him a slow smile, kind of indulgent, like she's not sure if she believes it'll work on her, but she's entertaining the thought. ]'

You do, huh.

[He slides his hand up a little higher, slowly and lightly, still leaning nonchalantly against the back of his chair.]

I do, it just so happens.

[ Abruptly, the scalpel she's been holding flickers a couple times before reverting back to a fork, and she laughs, embarrassed. So much for effortless concentration. ]