"I dunno. Guess I just wanted to make sure you were all right."

“Yeah I am tough some of my knuckles split open, there wasn’t a fight was there?” Sam could hardly remember what happened the night before; the only thing he could remember was the cab ride home and everything leading up going to the bathroom. “Well it was sweet of you to check on me.” Sam paused for a second, thinking the best way to say what he wanted to say. “Hey Amanda you wouldn’t happen to be free tonight would you? I was think I needed someone to keep me company for dinner, promise this time there’s no drinking…” Sam paused for a second, “Well, no heavy drinking.”

“Yeah I am tough some of my knuckles split open, there wasn’t a fight was there?”

Amp snerked. "Uh, yeah. You might say that."

“Well it was sweet of you to check on me.”

"Hmm," was the noncommittal reply.

“Hey Amanda you wouldn’t happen to be free tonight would you? I was think I needed someone to keep me company for dinner, promise this time there’s no drinking… Well, no heavy drinking.”

"Hmm." Amp paused, as if giving the idea some thought. "Well, I do still owe you. All right. On one condition. We avoid the night clubs this time. I think I've had my fill of partying for now. If that hangover doesn't mess you up in the meantime."

"Well, I do still owe you. All right. On one condition. We avoid the night clubs this time. I think I've had my fill of partying for now. If that hangover doesn't mess you up in the meantime."

Sam gave off a slight laugh and then his head started to hurt a little from the hang over. “So dinner, movie, central park, I am up for anything really.” He laid back down putting his head against his pillow trying to think of somewhere they could go, “How bout we just start with dinner and go from there? Or if you want you can pick a place.” Sam then got of bed and yawned and started to stretch while waiting for Amanda’s answer.

“So dinner, movie, central park, I am up for anything really. How bout we just start with dinner and go from there? Or if you want you can pick a place.”

"Dinner works. You can pick, since I'm buying."

Amp glanced at her watch. If she sounded distracted, it was because she was only listening with half an ear. The sounds of doors opening and closing could be heard from her end of the phone, along with echoing footsteps, as she inspected the new apartment she'd just rented an hour earlier. It was small, but functional. And fully furnished by the landlord, thanks to a little gentle 'persuasion'. It definitely didn't live up to her normal standards, but then again, she didn't plan on being there much anyway.

"What time, and where?" she asked with a slight grunt, as she flopped onto a couch.

"Dinner works. You can pick, since I'm buying." "What time, and where?"

Sam let out a small laugh, “Amanda your going to regret that offer, I can eat so much more than I can drink. “ he then thought about the second question, “well I know of this nice Italian restaurant by central park.” Sam was referring to the restaurant where he took Arisa out on their first date.

“Amanda your going to regret that offer, I can eat so much more than I can drink. “

"Somehow, that doesn't surprise me...." Amp snerked to herself. Heavy drinker and heavy eater. He sure was making this easy for her. She needed to put a call in to Syn and see if she could borrow couple of items from KP later that week.

“well I know of this nice Italian restaurant by central park.”

"That works. Where should I meet you?" She glanced at her watch. If she didn't eat any carbs for a while, her blood sugar would be sufficiently low enough that pasta would spike it. Perfect.

After the conversation Sam went back to sleep and then got ready for his date for the night. It was five minutes before Sam was supposed to meet Amanda at the designated restaurant. Sam stood outside of the little Italian café as he pulled his long black trench coat sleeve from his forearm and took a look at his watch. Sam was about to go sit down in the restaurant when he saw Amanda arriving from a car Sam walked over and greeted her with a smile, “Right on time, you ready for a night to remember?” Sam walked with Amanda to the door then he opened it and waited for her to walk in, “The pizza here is amazing.”

Amp found the restaurant quite easily, and early. Almost twenty-five minutes too early, in fact. Not one to waste time, she decided to make a stop at a shoe store around the corner. She'd been in a hurry and left her shoes by accident at her last date's house. At the time she been worn out and hadn't felt like going back the next morning. Since she never received a phone call or summons of any sort, she assumed the police hadn't deemed them evidence of any sort, so she didn't feel the need to retrieve them.

But that had left her outfit unfinished, and she couldn't have that. After finding an appropriate pair, she returned to the restaurant. Sam waited for her on the corner, goofy grin on his face.

“Right on time, you ready for a night to remember?”

She simply smiled. Cocky man he was.

“The pizza here is amazing.”

"Oh?" She breezed into the restaurant ahead of him, glancing around . "Never been here before. I'll follow your lead, then."

She waited until they were seated and gave drink orders before eying him thoughtfully.

Sam looked to Amanda, “Alright I think I am going to stay sober tonight, plus I drove so I’ll have to pass.” He then waited for her to respond, then he added “Okay I already know what I want, so when ever your ready.” Sam grabbed his glass of water and downed a few sips as he was waiting for her to decide on what she wants.

Sam waited till the orders were placed when he asked her, “Alright so tell a little bout yourself, now remember I drank a little to much last night to remember.” He added a quick smirk and hid it by grabbing his water.

Amp ordered chicken alfredo, then leaned back.

“Alright so tell a little bout yourself, now remember I drank a little to much last night to remember.”

She smirked. "Enough that you don't remember? Either you can't hold your liquor, or you must have started long before I joined you."

Rather than reply to his question, she arched on eyebrow and asked, "So you don't remember me saying I'm just an average girl, and you telling me that I wasn't?" She sighed dramatically. "Well, there's a girl's worst nightmare, to be just another forgettable face."

"So you don't remember me saying I'm just an average girl, and you telling me that I wasn't?"

Sam just put on a polite smile and shrugged as she continued to talk Sam tried to remember the events from the night before, the taste of the beers and the music was all he could really remember.

"Well, there's a girl's worst nightmare, to be just another forgettable face."

Sam let out a small laugh, “That’s not true, I was intoxicated for almost the entire night, and parts of my memory were missing. I remember dancing with you and then going to the bathroom but after that, most of it was a blur.” Sam took a sip of his water then spoke with a clear vice, “Your not one easily forgotten Amanda.”

The food came faster than normal and Sam began chowing down on his pepperoni pizza, “So what do you do for a living?” mumbled Sam as he swallowed his large bite of food.

“That’s not true, I was intoxicated for almost the entire night, and parts of my memory were missing. I remember dancing with you and then going to the bathroom but after that, most of it was a blur. Your not one easily forgotten Amanda.”

Easily made guilty. Lovely.

Amp shrugged. "No big deal. I'm used to it."

She was glad the food came quick, as her eyes were starting to blur a bit, one of the first signs her sugar was too low. She rubbed one eye, then turned her attention to her food.

“So what do you do for a living?”

Take advantage of people? Destroy property? Take advantage of property and destroy people? Keep the police, hospitals and cemmetaries busy? Cause havoc around the city as the urge arose? Run errands for the local mutant-mob-like group? Which to choose, which to choose?

"I'm a freelance gopher," she answered, only partially stretching the truth. "You know. 'Go fer' this, 'go fer' that. A couple of local businesses pay me to do their errand running for them. Hardly a glamour job, but it pays the bills. Nice hours, too."

She sipped her tea dantily. "And how did you manage to score not having to work? Independently wealthy?" She infused just a hint of jealousy into her voice.

"And how did you manage to score not having to work? Independently wealthy?"

Sam immediately started to choke on his third slice of pizza; defiantly not something Sam wanted to talk about. Thinking to himself about what were the different stories he said over the years he decided to use one of his favorites, “Took over the family business when I was young and a few years I got bored and just walked away from it, wasn’t my life it was some body else’s. Lucky for me it was a well high paying job and when I left I got enough to set me for a few life times.” Sam smiled then took another bite of food and then said, “Now just cause you found out I have money that’s not gonna change your opinion on me is it.” Sam gave Amanda a teasing smile then took a drink from his water.

Choking? Now there was an interesting reply to an innocent question.

“Took over the family business when I was young and a few years I got bored and just walked away from it, wasn’t my life it was some body else’s. Lucky for me it was a well high paying job and when I left I got enough to set me for a few life times.”

Amp had to give him credit; he stretched a little bit of truth even further than she had. Her employer, and the owner of that 'family business' had been a bit sketchy on the details, but they had made it quite clear that Sam's idea of 'walking away' was unacceptable. She began to consider upping her price, just to see if she would get it.

“Now just cause you found out I have money that’s not gonna change your opinion on me is it.”

She pulled on the thoughtful face again. "If you mean, am I envious now, I'd be lying if I said no." She looked down at her plate, seeming to take a sudden interest in her food. "I wouldn't have guessed, though. Money tends to make people jerks. I suppose lack of it does, too. Either way though, I guess you're all right. Nicer than the guys I'm used to meeting, anyway."

And that wasn't entirely a lie.

"I wouldn't have guessed, though. Money tends to make people jerks. I suppose lack of it does, too. Either way though, I guess you're all right. Nicer than the guys I'm used to meeting, anyway."

Sam took another bite of his food. Then looked to Amanda with a smile he then laughed and said, “To think, I didn’t think you liked me.” He then took another bite of his pizza that resulted in his finishing of his second slice and now staring on the third. He took another sip of water then inhaling Sam asked Amanda, “You couldn’t have met to many decent guys if I am one of the nicer ones, you attracted to the tough guys?” Sam asked in curiosity.