Save The Date!

Join us for our annual Charity Date auction to help end Mutant Homelessness! From 7pm to 11pm at the Tavern on the Green in the main courtyard, we will be gathered for a good cause, fun, and maybe even love~ 

Visit Dates-for-Good.kom to sign up and make reservations! We look forward to seeing you there!

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Andrea sighed at the flier in her hand before helping her partner put another one up. These type of events weren't her favorite, but she tended to get roped into them anyway because she tended to draw in quite a crowd. Often time at the expense of feeling like a zoo animal. Bradly, one of the other volunteer dates for the auction went on ahead of her. 

This year would be a little different as she wasn't directly allowing advertisements that she would be attending. She had been receiving the wrong kind of attention of late and had pulled herself even more out of the public eye because of it. 

Still. Perhaps it would be a refreshing change? 

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Days later the event rolled on up and she found herself blending easily into a crowd of other event goers. Both humans and mutants had gathered, many chatting happily amongst themselves while the time for the Auction ticked closer. Andrea had picked out a simple white, knee-length dress with a lace trim at the bottom and her shoulders.  Matching modest heels on her feet, and her hair elegantly pulled back and held in place by similar colored ribbons. Her snakes were relaxed and happy thanks to her mood rubbing off on them, though they kept a lookout while she was occupied.

She was having a rather pleasant chat with a man from Brooklyn, who she had bumped into at a few previous events. It was nice to play catch up with him as she sipped on white wine in a little plastic wine flute.

Christ, it was disgusting. A whole gaggle of them, all crowded in a public place, beasts and those who payed their way. Walking through the front entrance to the reception hall, dressed in a smart, tailored suit of a sharp, lighter grey with red accents, a personal reference to blood on city streets, the Irish man revealed his ticket, and passed into the greenery of the more selective venue among the spectacle of central park. He was going to love to hate it here.

This city was the sick villain of his fantasy masterpiece. The one you suffered under until you could hardly take it; indeed, to the brink of the end, until it finally met it's satisfying demise. 

Kiernan McCallan scanned the open garden area slowly, taking note of the attendance; mutants and humans of all shapes and sized gabbing away like anything they could speak of together even mattered. It was his place on this day to gab along with them. He'd applied to be one of the dates for auction, seeing it as an opportunity to meet with, endear himself to, and gather information on those who would try and foster this false peace between mutant kind and his own. It had been easy enough to fake documentation of his charitable works back home, so getting the spot on the auction block was a charm.

In short, he was here to find out who to kill, and make it easier to do so.

From the record attendance, it was clear he had a lot of work ahead of him. "All journeys start somewhere..." He muttered to himself before grabbing a fake champagne glass from a passing waiter, and joining the crowd...

He had a few good conversations here and there, women honestly loved that accent, and a little smooth talk made them butter. He needed to go for a lot in the auction to snag a lot of attention. When he jokingly asked who was going to go for the most, an older lady he'd been charming up pointed toward... Lord. Was that honest to god Me-fek'n-dusa across the room? 

Shite, who would want to win a date with That?! She looked like a feckin dead person, and he'd seen dead people. It was like someone capped her and left her in a bog for a while. Were those SNAKES in her hair? Lordy the bog went up and followed her out!

Well, there it was; his competition. He asked a little bit more... Right, she'd helped throw this together, then. Made sense. Wait, was she the girl he'd seen those news clippings about? Some sorta healer? Feck, why couldn't she heal the nasty off her, then?  He did his best to seem interested in the old lady flirting with him, let it run it's course, and then planned his method for entry. This girl was someone to know if he wanted to kill a lot of her kind. Some plonker was chatting her up, though.

Easy enough. He watched for his moment, and then excused himself, quietly, walking behind a server and timing a swift back-foot trip up for when he was weaving around the crowd, causing a spectacular flop with the tray in the direction of the two talking, acting like he was trying to catch the serving tray full of wine glasses to help, he steered them toward the man. 

CRASH! The server fell, the tray pitched it's plastic fluted contents on Mr.Brooklyn, and an Irish man swooped in to make everything alright. "Oh man, put that chord there? You alright, then?" He helped the server up, and turned to the soaked man. "Sorry there, s'well. Tried to catch it but it was goin whether I was there or not." He scrambled to get some napkins for him, looking up to make eye contact with the green woman. Here it was, that practiced turn where he stared like he'd just seen the most beautiful person in the world for the first time, just for a moment. Aaaaand then back to helping the bloke, who exused himself with a thankyou. 

He watched the man go, and nodded to the server patting him on the back, and turning to the woman. "Oh, you got some on yerself as well." He reached into his pocket, and produced his handkerchief, holding it out to her. "Heckofa thing, that. Hope he's alright. It'd be a shame to miss the auction an all."

Mr. Barnes had been making a very old, boring joke he repeated every time she met him and she had been politely chuckling along when the most unfortunate incident befell him. A full tray of drinks attacked, and Mr. Barnes' arms flew up in the air as champagne soaked him. "Oh..."

A gloved hand flew to her lips, but before she could reach out to help him someone else stepped in. A noticeable accent was the first thing she noticed, before turning her attention back to her sometimes-work-partner. Barnes had been able to maintain an air of dignity as he accepted the napkins, blotting at his soaked suit pointlessly. There was far too much in the fabric now.

The new man turned to look at her and she mistook his expression for something else right off the bat. She avoided eye contact for a moment, choosing to listen to Barnes as he politely excused himself and left. It wasn't the first time someone new had looked at her like she was a monster straight out of Greek myth.

After Barnes left and she was alone with the new man, she turned her attention back to him. He spoke again, and she tried to place what dialect he was using. It didn't exactly sound like Becca had from the school... but she had never been very good with placing accents other than her own. He was holding a handkerchief out for her. She blinked in surprise, sliding her gaze from the cloth in his hand to his face a moment later. He wasn't someone she could recall meeting at one of these events before, which wasn't strange necessarily... but surprising.

They had been reaching outside the city for new ventures because most within the city had already drawn their lines in the sand on where they stood. It was a stagnant culture for the most case.

After a moment she smiled, not quite enough to show teeth and held up a hand to politely decline his generous offer. From what she could see after a quick glance down there were a few splatters on her dress, but not enough to be bothered with her in mind. "Thank you but I would not wish to sully it over such a small thing." She brushed away a few of the droplets that hadn't settled in and smoothed her skirt back down. "I am sure Mr. Barnes will be fine after a moment to clean himself up. He has not missed an event in the last three years."

He was a curious fellow... dapper in a suit that fit well, but with a haircut that didn't fit in with the rest of the neat and trim styled in the room. "Are you new to Susan's auction? I do not believe I have met you before?"

She had a pretty good eye for new faces and tended to remember them well when she would more than likely be working with them at some point.

A slight setback; the woman didn't maintain eye contact with him, but rather looked away. Reserved, maybe? Oh well, first impressions meant a lot but perseverance was key. If he was willing to stand upon a stage before a large group of mutants to get what he wanted, then he was more than willing to scmoose up to the walking stiff here. She politely rejected his cloth, which he tucked back into his pocket, and spoke about the man who had wandered off in a positive light.

Mr. Barnes, huh? Notable, especially if he was tenacious enough to stick around after the old soak a dope. What causes did he run? How good was security? He would find out more in time. He was playing the long game, after all. She asked if he was new, and he perked up. "I am, not from around here. Helped run Dublins new branch of grace's seed for a while. Name's Amon, Amon Murphy." He wasn't pulling these things out of his ass, either. Everything here could be referenced, of course. He'd killed Amon Murphy in a back alley, and blown up the old branch of Grace's Seed himself, too. Ol' Amon had been a bit of a hermit, so it didn't make headlines when he passed, and the website was still sitting there with his name on it.

"I really must tell you, I was shocked just now seein ya. Normally fuctions like this are full of... older folk, maybe a bit drier in the humors, not pretty lasses like yerself. It's a welcome change of pace." He paused for a second. "Not to disparage the atmosphere too much. Fine people n'all. Great conversation." He took a sip of his drink.

This was more of a probe than anything, to see how she would react to complements. He imagined she got enough people gawking at her freakish appearance that maybe some kind words might go a long way. 

For a moment what he said didn't register, she was all set to simply laugh politely when the conversation permitted it. But then it hit her that he'd just called her pretty and she found herself blinking, lips parted slightly.... and then a huge blush blossomed across her cheeks.

Most of the people at these events joked and chatted casually. It was a polite, reserved atmosphere. She hadn't been called pretty in a long, long time... not since...

Shaking herself from such thoughts, she tried to think of something to say in return that wouldn't sound completely foolish and ignored the heat in her face entirely.

"Dear me, thank you for such high praise." She smiled lightly, tinkering with her cups in her hands. "You do tend to get used to them after a while, dryness and all."

... Well, that hadn't been entirely lame. A lot, but not entirely. She started suddenly when she suddenly recalled seeing his name before. Orange eyes widened slightly, "Oh! Are you perhaps also on the auction list? I do believe I spotted your name earlier?"

There was a stage set up in the middle of the courtyard, well lit from strands of lights that stretched overhead. A woman, Susan as it were, tapped a mic a few times to gather attention and let everyone know that the auction would be starting in a few minutes. She asked those who were offering themselves as dates to gather in one specific area. Andrea smiled kindly at Amon, including her head slightly as she turned and headed toward where the rest of the dates were gathering.

Each date had been suggested to find some sort of unique talent they possessed and use it during their time on stage to help raise more funds for the benefit. Mr. Barnes, for example, knew some very entertaining magic jokes and loved to show anyone willing to watch.

Andrea had a decent grip on playing classical songs on the piano. Susan had pulled some strings and found a portable keyboard for her to use for the second year in a row. She would be singing along with a song.

That did it. Her face turned a disgusting shade of brown as she blushed at his statement. Good, he got the hook in. Now, to let it linger. If you were too aggressive with a broad like this you scared them off. They were like deer or something. He preferred the kinda girl who walked up in asked if you wanted to snog, but rarely did they work in charity.

Sometimes they were named Charity... Or Cherry, Chastity... CH names.

He smiled charmingly to her. "Any time, dear." He looked around at the crowd. "I'm pretty new to the area, so forgive me if I don't know your own name, but I'd love to be well met." He held out a hand in greeting.

The Irish man's eyebrows went up when she mentioned him being in the auction as well. "You're on the block, too? Shame, I was gonna ask you ta purchase me. Ah, well. Maybe another time?" His head lifted a tad as he heard the announcement for the auction starting soon. He had to say, he had a good feeling about this first interaction. He would have to make a couple more impressions before the night was over to seal the deal, though. He would have to kill it in the talent show in order to draw a lot of attention, though. This woman was a potential target, but who ever paid a lot for him would be one as well. It was important to keep his options open.

His own act was a little less conventional, but they would burn that bridge when they got to it; suffice to say he had a good idea of what people really wanted for these kinds of events.

She rightfully looked horrified at having forgotten to introduce herself. "Oh, so sorry!" Her blush deepened and she shyly took his hand for a shake. "I tend to get so scatterbrained while working these events I swear I forget how to breathe sometimes. I am Andrea Gordon. Pleased to meet you."

If it were possible, she may have fully turned brown at his next admission. Asking her to purchase him? W-what... Lord, she wasn't ready for this! The Greek wasn't sure how to respond, so she simply giggled slightly. AH, yes... well Susan and I have been working together for a few years ago to put this all together. I am fairly certain that if I declined to participate she would find a way to badger me back into it."

As everyone gathered together, she headed for the small keyboard that had been set up on the side. She tapped a few of the keys experimentally as it was a different instrument than the last she had played. Really, she was going to have to get herself a piano to have a home. She always ended up missing playing it when the event was over.

Susan always teased her about her shyness being what drew a lot of bidders in. Most of them were people she worked with, and there was a running joke about this being the Greeks annual dating pool, as she didn't seem to leave much personal time to herself after all of her other ventures. Just the year prior a woman called Carol had bought her, only to take her out to one of the local bars and try to hook her up with people.

...It had been a rather embarrassing date. She was hoping this year someone would take pity on her and just let her invite them home for a home-cooked dinner and relaxed conversation. Though... she would probably have to make sure such a thing would be fine with Elliot too.

After inspecting her instrument for the night, she headed back to join the bigger group of participants who were chatting together before the show started. It wasn't long until Susan was back on stage hushing the crowd and introducing the first participant.

Her name was Jenni and she was new to the event. It was her first year, but she seemed to be settling in fine. She was covered from head to toe in clear, rainbow-tinted scales that glittered under the lights. She padded onto the stage in a white belly dancer costume which stood out on her dark skin. She performed a dance for everyone, and it wasn't long after the dance started that numbered paddles started popping up into the air.

She set a good tone for the rest of the night, walking back off with a decent bid for her efforts. More dates traveled up onto the stage as the night went on, and Andrea's turn was crawling ever closer. She found it funny that stagefright still bothered her even when she was surrounded by her own friends.

"I assure you, love, the pleasure's all mine." He chuckled as she talked about the woman who helped throw it all together, Susan, good #@$^, he was getting names from the swamp lady already. Susan... Susan... He would have to check the little event agenda for her full name. That would be a good mark to get more info on. "Not normally a performer, then? Brave of you t' get up on the stage, then. I admire that."

He opted not to throw in a wink. With these types it was important not to lay it on too thick to start; they were like a frightened doe. They might as well just jump off into the @#$^in woods and be safer for it. He parted ways with the honest to f#$%ness mythical gorgon and mingled a little more as he got to his place in the queue backstage. There was a fair gathering of participants... This was going to be an all night thing, which irked him a bit, as he had a bottle of McMannys waiting for him at home and it didn't like when he stayed out late.

Still, what could you do? He noted locations in the venue that might be good hiding spots, locations for explosives to hide in plain sight. He snuck a picture of the guest list for his wall. He casually tried to find out where the donation funds were ending up, with some luck, but unfortunately, they were well enough guarded to not be worth the effort. It was a fruitful few moments, but he had a place to be, and that was behind the green girl in line.

She was nervous; it didn't take someone who made great efforts to read others to know that. He could take advantage. His act had him shirtless anyway; why not start now? Silently, he removed his shirt, and then leaned in a bit, careful not to get uncomfortably close to the woman staring out in the other direction. "Huh... Really are nervous, aren't you? Know what I do when I am nervous before I gotta go in front of a crowd?"

He smiled a bit. At this point he was just getting in some laughs. 

"Imagine em all naked, as they day they were born. Levels the playing field; after all, you're naked up there too, right? Just in a different way." 

Brave? Eh, not really in her opinion. She was just easily embarrassed and this, in particular, she found embarrassing. Still, she smiled timidly back at the comment.

SHe nearly forgot all about the accented man as she focused on what she was going to play when her turn came. Thus, when his voice suddenly popped up from behind she jumped a little and started to turn. Was it really that obvious how nervous she was? He acted like it was written all over her fa--

goodlordinheavenandallofhisdeciplesHEWASNTWEARINGASHIRT

The Greek had barely snuck a peek at him, trying to plaster the most convincing smile on her face in return, when she caught sight of his sculpted chest and muscular arms sans their original clothing.

She flipped back around quick enough that her snakes let out a surprised hiss, and sloth finally peeked out at whatever was causing his mothers distress. The white serpent flicked its tongue dismissively at the man once, then ducked back inside the shelter of her hair to return to his nap.

"Oh.. I.. Um." Great, she was going to have to go up on stage flushed brown and flustered, and her song would probably suffer for it. SHe really was never going to get used to people and their disinterest in keeping their clothes on!

"I don't think I could possibly look them in the eye after such a thought." She couldn't even look him in the eyes now, and he'd only removed one article of clothing. And, funny as it were, she wasn't even terribly shy about nudity itself these days. SHe's gotten rather used to seeing all sorts of parts while on shift in the various hospitals throughout the city... but when it was attached to some who kept complimenting her... flirting with her... well, that was entirely different.

She fiddled with the hem of her dress nervously as she tried to steer her mind from wandering to naked men with accents and focus on her song instead. When her turn finally came, she scrambled up on the stage faster than she ever had before, battling back her blush, as she headed for where the keyboard had been set up.

A few hoot and whistles started up. SHe waved shyly as Susan started in on her prepared speech about the Greek. Before long she was ready to start. Her fingers started on the keys slowly as Susan plopped the mic in front of her.

Showtime.

"Hello." She smiled at the crowd as a few paddles already started to rise, and she hadn't even started yet. "Is it very nice to see you all here again this year!" To a keen ear, one would be able to pick out that she was plucking away the keys for Hallelujah, one of her favorite songs for the pian since she had first heard it on the radio.

"...I heard there as a secret cord..." She started, slowly and softer than the original. Gentle and deep, twisted slightly by her accent sneaking through to change some words. The people spread out before her in the pavilion grew silent, and Susan hurried around jotting down numbers.

Andrea had never been one for being goofy on stage. She was much too shy for it. Instead, she tended to have more somber, pretty acts. So far she seemed to do well with them.

"... Hallelujah, halleluuuuuujah. You say I took the name in vain, I don't even know the name..." The higher notes were a little harder, but if she kept them soft she managed to hit them on key. Certain points required a little more power, which she was able to give when needed.


"I did my best, it wasn't much, I couldn't feel so I tried to touch..." Towards the end, she needed to ramp up the volume a little. The original singer called for a more powerful voice than she had, but she was able to carry on sweetly and softly thanks to hours of practice beforehand.

Gradually as she neared the end she slowed again, voice dipping back to light and slow until the last key sounded and the song came to an end. An uproar of applause sounded and the greek stood, flushed and happy as she moved to stand next to Susan. The last person to pledge, who ultimately won her date, had pledged $1,700 for her, which was 400 over the current max bet of the night. The Greek bowed to the crown, gave a little wave, and made her excite off the stage.

Amon was next, and as she descended the short stage stairs, she was made once again aware that he was still shirtless. She avoided looking straight at him as she headed for the side, "Good luck, Amon."

She wasn't bad, honestly. I mean, she was bad, but she was also fairly talented. Not Irish idol talented, but third at the talent show talented. Shame about the green skin and the bit with the snakes. After a couple of seconds of watching he lost interest and turned to scan the bidders as they went. Some people were laying down some serious money on this. He did his best to lock in their faces. Something like this sort of venue would be a great place to start things off, though; that was becoming readily apparent. 
The death toll would be decent, and the money toll would be through the roof; you see, people liked to think that causes like this failed or succeeded due to moral grounds or some hippie bulls*$t, but the truth was they ran on cold hard cash. You kill the cash, you kill the cause.

The woman finished up her song, which probably didn't mean what she thought it meant, unless she was far more into songs about failed relationships and yearning over past sexual experiences. He put on his best 'you did great' smile, and nodded, waiting for her to clear the stage. 

And then he walked out into a crowded room of old, sexually repressed men and women who truthfully, honestly held these things with the hope that things would er toward the risque. Everyone knew it, noone said it, but boy did they cheer when a shirtless man started doing acrobatics, and feats of physical strength and conditioning, all while putting forth a genuinely charming dialogue. By the time he was doing handstand pushups his bid was nearing $2000 dollars. How could it not? He was new, he was charismatic, and he wasn't wearing a shirt.

He finished up, bowed, wiped the sweat from his brow, and turned to walk back... He wasn't happy to have raised $2200 for the mutant cause, but by the time he was done, the damage would put that number to shame. Worth it.

As the got back stage he was greeted with some back pats, and have the customary high fives and whatnot. Excellent. He'd endeared himself fairly well in just one go. As he put his shirt on again he stopped in front of the Gorgon once more. "Know you're busy tonight, and... well, so am I, but that went well an I figured i'd ride the momentum. Would you be interested in a date some time?"

Oh.

....Oh

Oh dear, she was staring. Yes, she was definitely staring unashamedly as Amon performed feats of strength and flexibility.. and she was certainly blushing too. He was handsome and charming, and most certainly strong. Her next door neighbors face flitted through her mind and she flushed deeper. This was bad. Very bad. Was she forming a crush? It had been so long since anyone had returned interest in her that she wasn't quite sure what to do.

Amon finished up his act and she joined in clapping Shyly, still trying to figure out what to do about her new feelings when he approached her. Maybe she would just ignore it. It was probably just friendly flirting anyway, and quite a lot of people in the city loved to do tha--

"Know you're busy tonight, and... well, so am I, but that went well an I figured I'd ride the momentum. Would you be interested in a date some time?"

--t.

Her thoughts came careening to a stop and she found herself staring at him, dumbfounded. She'd just met him tonight. He didn't know her save for what he may have heard about her from others.. and realy? With how she looked compared to him? She shifted on her feet awkwardly, hands clasped tightly in front of her as she tried come up with a way to turn him down. It was probably for the best anyway... she was just so busy all the time, did she even have time for dates?

"She'd love to!" A voice piped up from behind. A blond woman, who was a few years younger than Andrea, appeared from behind her with a mischievous grin on her face. The Greek went very still and her eyes widened slightly. Her name was Carol, and she was the very devil that had tried to set Andrea up on a bunch of dates the year prior.

"...Carol.." She started, already nervous of what the blond had planned.

"Andy." The woman greeted cheerfully, ignoring the warning tone in the greek's voice. "Amon, was it? Let me speak for our very own saint here by saying that she would love a date with you, she's just too damn shy and polite to say yes." Andrea looked mortified and tried to cover it by hiding her face behind her hands. "Carol! Oh my lord."[/i]

Her reaction only caused the blond to grin wider. She clapped the Greek on the back with a chuckle and winked at the Irish man. "She likes to say that she has no time, but we all know that she spends way too much time at home alone with her nose in a book."

"I really should be studying..." Andrea tried again, hands dropping to her side as she gave up on trying to stop the woman.

"Pish. You've got years to finish that degree. Have some fun once in a while!"

"I do have fun!"

"Books don't count." Carol turned to Amon. "She typically has Sundays and Mondays off when she's not on call, and she loves flowers and Indian food."

Thoroughly embarrassed, Andrea refused to look straight at amon.

"I suppose I have no excuse now. I would love to go on a date with you."

Part of him really enjoyed watching the bog witch squirm a little bit as she asked her out on the spot. It would have to be a yes; he had to be the only person who had shown any interest in her, right? Everyone else was at the very least afraid to get @%&%in bit. That didn't stop some random girl from getting all up in her bidness.


Lord in heaven, this b@$^& was so boring that other people felt the need to help her get a life. Carol showed herself. She was a short blonde thirty-something that looked human, for what that meant here. Fit, but clearly a $^%king chore to be around. Still, it worked in his favor, Carol sprouted out a bunch of personal details, confirmed the woman was a bit of a hermit, so he could likely kill her on a Saturday night and be states away by the time they noticed she was gone if he needed to. That was good. He gave Carol a friendly wink back.

He gave a bemused smile as he watched it all play out, even though he sorta felt like wretching at the patheticness of it all. "Great! I go to Church Sunday Morning, but I'm free in the evening. Indian food sounds lovely. What time can I pick you up?"

They would get the details worked out pretty quickly, but they also had their dates to get to as well. He'd been bought by a loaded heavyset woman in her 50's named Minerva. It was going to be the best time ever. The things he did for the cause... He had to tell himself a thousand times... It would all be worth it when he sent them all to hell where they belonged.

Embarrassment was had, dates and numbers were exchanged. Andrea left the charity that night feeling terrified and accomplished all in one.

They were to meet a week later on a Thursday afternoon for dinner and a movie. It was an ordinary, run of the mill date... and she was stressed about it beyond belief. What should she wear? What was acceptable? Would it be taboo to wear the same dress she was wearing tonight!? She was sure that between classes and work Thursday would come too soon, and she would still be stressing out about it while walking out the door to meet him.

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Thursday arrived in the blink of an eye and Andrea was running around her shared apartment in a panic, looking for one missing shoe. She had managed to get her hair under control, had her contacts in, was in nice, modest date appropriate clothes (so what if Carol thought she was too modest?!)... and she was being done in by a tardy shoe.

She was half under the coffee table in the living room, trying to see if it had somehow gotten under the couch when she heard a knock at the door and jolted.

"Och!" Her skull bounced off of the underside of the table as she tried to scramble back out. She hurried to fix her hair on the way toward the door, spotting her naughty shoe by the entrance table on her way and slipped it on before she peeked out the peephole.

Oh gosh, it was him!

She fought back a blush successfully for the most part as she unlocked the door, and smiled out at him. "Amon!" She grabbed her small purse from the table and opened the door wider so she could step out.

Great; everything was going perfectly according to plan. He got his in into the community, with a girl who was definitely the type to take it slow meaning he didn't have to worry about having to get too close. It was a good day so far... Now to go on a date with a rich or desperate person.


One terribly boring date later he'd managed to avoid vomiting from boredom and disgust as an older heavyset woman showed him her cats and tried to hit on him, he landed back home, lit up a cigarette, soldered a timer onto a small circuit board, and drank until he passed out. All things considered, it was a great night.

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Well, tonight was the night. He was going to take a big green girl with snakes in her hair out on a date. F*^%in A.

He'd dressed the part of a complete gentleman, his light blue button up with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows leading to a light grey vest. He beamed when she opened the door, stepping back and looking her up and down. Hideous. "Andrea, you look amazing, love! All ready to go?" He tried to get a short glance inside her abode as she quickly exited. No luck. Hopefully she was the type to leave records out carelessly. 

He'd find out sooner or later.

"Right, then, Lovely thing about the city is there's a place that's rated pretty good a short walk away. I figure we can chat, get to know each other while we head there. Soun' good?"

He would hold out an arm, inviting her to walk alongside him. "So, Andrea... S'an odd question, but who are ya?" He would smile a little, an encouraging smile that usually did a good job calming people's nerves.

He looked dapper. Fancy. She felt underdressed but didn't let it show on her face. The Greek simply nodded shortly, locked her door and turned to him holding an arm out for her. She hesitated only slightly before taking it.

She held her tongue when he mentioned then walking to a restaurant close by. "Sounds good to me." She replied back, while internally trying to figure out how exactly she was supposed to hold onto his arm. Was it awkward to walk a little bit away from him? She wouldn't insult him doing that, would she? She just wasn't comfortable yet walking snuggling pressed up against someone's side. It had been a long time...

She blinked at him while deciphering his question. Who was she? How... did she answer that? "I--" Before she could even start her phone chirped from her pocket. Blushing like mad, she pulled the infernal thing out to check who was calling her, saw that it was one of the other nurses she was sort-of-training and cursed internally. "I'm so sorry... I must take this." Hoping her apology was conveyed appropriately in her expression, she stepped a little bit away to answer. Lucy started talking before she could even get a greeting out.

"Lucy..." SHe waited patiently, aware that the young woman on the other line was a nervous ball of nerves at the moment. "Slow down, I can't understand what you are saying."

After a deep breath and a moment to collect herself, Lucy explained that she was attempting to fix a breathing tube on a patient that had come loose, and the other staff has been whisked away by an emergency situation a few doors down the hall. SHe had never put one in by herself before, let alone tried to fix one that had already been in an unresponsive patient.

Andrea listened, kicking into work mode like a flip had been switched. Gone was the blush and nervous nature. replaced by a calm, collected nurse with a few years of experience under her belt. "It's okay, I will walk you through stabilizing him. As soon as the code blue is over make sure to get Dr. Markus in there to double check, okay?"

As soon as Lucy confirmed, the Greek set about describing everything she would need to get the tube back in its proper place and the man breathing correctly. How to fix it, how to make sure the area was properly disinfected before and after, which medications and how much to administer once the fix was in place. She waited with bated breath as the woman on the other end of the phone worked through her instructions. Finally, Lucy confirmed that she was done and that the man was breathing normally again. His oxygen count had gone back up to normal.

"Good. Now stay with him until someone else can come to check on him. You did great, Lucy. I'm very proud of you."

She ended the call letting the woman know to have the doctor contact her if he had questions, and stuffed the phone back in her pocket. Turning back to her date, the blush gradually returned. "Sorry... I can't ignore work calls like normal people."

She let him decide when to start walking again and turned back to his question for her. "I volunteer for various organizations around the city to help end homelessness in my off time. I work as a rotating RN here in the city on the clock, as well as some floating positions in other states, and occasionally out of the country when the opportunities pop up."

Smiling slightly, she glanced at him. "There is another charity event coming up soon if you wish to attend? It's Halloween themed, from what I have been told."