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baby, I don't need dollar bills to have fun tonight

Who: Peter and J
When: Late August, time when they've passed the Luminous Sea
Where: On Moira. Secret date location
What: Peter and J have a date.
Warnings: Two teenagers being all over each other. Implied sexy times and discussion about character death. Rest warnings to be added.

To be honest, the message Peter had sent her not too long ago, telling her to get ready because he was coming to get her, had came to her as a surprise. Of course, she hadn't forgotten about the little date he promised to her to but it had already been weeks and it had started to feel like he was going to chicken out from it. After all, he had been very drunk then. But once she read the message she quickly texted Tony to look after the bar for tonight (she couldn't bring herself trust Sans to do it) and started preparing herself. She straightened her curly hair and took a a black dress along with a white fluffy coat out from her closet, sat down in front of her beauty table to prepare her face.

J's never been the type to get nervous before going for a date but this time she has to admit that she's feeling rather curious. All her previous date partners had been more or less predictable when it came to their choices. Dinners, movies, museums or some art performances around the city. But they had none of those things on Moira, so it'll be interesting to see what he has planned for them tonight -- and just how is this going to differ from all their previous hangouts and outings.

She's just finished applying the mascara and is about to add some lipstick when she hears an eager knock on her door. She quickly checks the time from her MID, smile spreading to her face, not even a minute late from the promised time. Placing the lipstick on the table she stands up and straightens her dress a bit as she takes a good look of herself. Aside from the red stripe wounds that she still had decorating her arms, she's rather satisfied with her looks. She gives a quick, confident nod at her reflection and then turns around her heels to open the door, greeting Peter with a smile.

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"Do you really want to see me in a suit? I'd look stupid and you know it." Which isn't to say he wouldn't try to find one, if he thought she really expected it. There had to be something suitable he could buy or steal from some planet side shop, or he could bribe the tailor into it. But he was mostly certain she was just messing with him. "And we both know you'd still be turning heads in pants."

She was the catch out of the two of them and he saw no reason to be upset about that.

"Well I can't give you a five star restaurant but I can offer you a little snack in the garden. Kind of a picnic, which is sort of cliche and boring I know, but I found candles and I can promise there's no ants up there." He barrels on, smiling widely at her and appraising her outfits once again. "If you're interested in that, I mean. There's always music, dancing and stolen booze."

everyone looks good in a three piece. you should give it a try some time. She replies with a witty smirk. While she firmly believes in her own opinion he's still right that she's not completely serious here. She knows there's no arguing that Peter would look like a really odd duck wearing a formal outfit like that, no matter how well it would fit him.

The flattery only earns a small amused puff of air from her and a quick confident look that says you have no idea. After all, as long she can remember there's always been people looking at her way -- even when she had been younger and hadn't owned a single dress or piece of make up.

i get to choose from two? havent you been busy boy. She teases a little, pleased with the thought he's put into this. as much fun the last time i think id like to have you sober tonight. Picnic isn't exactly what she'd usually choose but after seeing and dealing with more or less drunk people every night the idea of something simple and calm sounds rather refreshing.

And with that she walks closer, pressing her body against his as she wraps her arms around him and softly nudges her head towards the door. Go and take them away, darling.

"Maybe next time," he says, and then fights to keep the awkwardness off his face. Next time? Maybe, hopefully. Maybe it was brazen to assume.

Peter shrugs and grins, scratching at his neck. "Well, I did promise you it'd be worth waiting. Figured you'd like a little choice since we didn't end up anywhere cool." He would have rather they landed somewhere with better atmosphere and more that he could take her out for something interesting. But he'd never had that kind of luck, so he'd had to improvise. "I promise not to drink then. You'll have my full and sober attention all night."

He flushes a little at the reminder of how smashed he'd gotten in his effort to work up the nerve to talk to her. And maybe a little because she'd sliding up against him. Peter grins down at her, wrapping an arm around her waist and bracing her neck. "Ready?" He asks, mostly as a formality because he doesn't give much time to react before they're off.

He sets her on her feet in the garden in the space of a second, keeping a firm hold to her until he's sure she's got her bearings. A few feet away is a classic scene, a blanket spread out under a tree with a box instead of a basket and tableware set out. There's even a candle waiting to be lit in the middle of it all. Peter has her angled so she could see it the second she recovers. "Okay there, J?"

Well, aside from Emiri and Collective, the planets where they had previously stopped at would have made horrible date locations. So, she didn't exactly mind going with the safer option and do it on Moira, even if it meant that they'd have to get more creative. Who knows when, if ever, they're going to land on a suitable planet next time?

While she's still not quite used to the sensation of being moved with such fast speed, getting carried by him didn't leave her nearly as sick or disoriented as it used to. Her head is still spinning a little when she's set down on the ground again and it takes a few seconds until her vision catches up with her, the blur clearing up. Panting heavily, she gives him a quick nod as a sign of affirmation. She's fine.

She blinks twice as her eyes settles down on the sight before her, a delighted smile returning on her face. Creative isn't the word she'd use to describe Peter's little picnic, it's really just as cliche as he had said earlier. But that doesn't mean J didn't appreciate it or find any charm from it. Leaning back on him, she slides her arm underneath his and looks up to him impatiently.

He slowly retracts his hands at the nod, but stays close. Nominally, it was to make sure she was really fine and wouldn't stumble. Really he just liked the excuse of being in her space for a few moments longer.

Peter's glad that the smile that spreads over her face looks genuine. He was worried the picnic would be found cheesy or simplistic; that she'd make some annoyed remark or turn her nose up at it. That he was going to break some unspoken rule of dating he hadn't the experience to know and this would be a failure before it began. But she looks happy, like she's decided to be flattered by it instead of put off by the lack of imagination. Peter sighs under his breath, letting out a little of the nervous energy that's plagued him since he gave her the time and place.

"Shall we be seated?" He asks, grin wide and leading her over to the edge of the blanket. He untangles their arms hesitantly, reaching down for the box. There's a clinking of glass as he roots around. He pulls out a few bottles; alcohol, some kind of juice, water. He'd grabbed far more than needed, not knowing what she'd want. "Drink first? I know with that speed it take a moment to settle down, so."

Without even thinking about it, she gives the ground a quick scan with her eyes as they walk to the blanket, checking out for any traces of a glass. Of course she's aware that majority of the glass had disappeared almost two months ago, save for body parts that few crew members still suffered from, but guess paranoia can be harder to get rid off.

Straightening her dress, she settles to sit down on the blanket and tucks some of her escaping strands behind her ear, trying to save her previous hairdo. She leans forward to see what all he has prepared for them and hums softly at the sight of the big variety. He can grin and act cool all he wants, she can still see his uncertainty shining underneath it, bright like a day. She's never had much patience for something like that but with Peter it comes across as more endearing than annoying.

Did you really raid a kitchen for me? She writes to him jokingly and nods at the juice bottle. Normally, she'd prefer alcohol over anything else but now it seemed more fair to go with something else since he's not having any either. Besides, it could be interesting to do something different for this unusual date. At least for now.

The only thing that's missing is a band playing in the background.

If he knew what she was looking for, he'd feel a little disappointed she thought he wouldn't clean up the place first. Peter and Toriel had cleaned up a lot of the glass from the gardens after he came out of the tubes, mostly to keep the small playground there from posing a threat to the kids. But of course he looked over the area for the picnic before spreading out the blanket. He wanted the date to go as perfectly as possible.

"Well, I didn't want to run back out for something you wanted," he says while pouring her the drink. His smile is sheepish, almost embarrassed that she's pointing out just how much he brought with him. At least he's not blushing yet.

Peter hands the glass over, snorting lightly. "I don't think we've got that many musical types around here. Or any instruments." That and he really wouldn't want someone to witness if this went bad. Or well, for that matter. "I would have brought my Walkman for you, but I don't think Alice Cooper really sells the atmosphere for a date. Unless you like everything loud and angry."

There are some around. J can actually think few right away off the top of her head. After she started to work as an assistant to the personnel office team -- another job that she's lately greatly neglected -- she's come to be more familiar with different jobs and positions on the ship. Though, if asked J's personal opinion the most of those 'musically inclined' people had absolutely zero talent and even as a mute she was more capable than them.

She takes the offered glass from him and waits until he's done with filling his own, then raising it in the air towards him to toast. To their humble, overly cliche first date.

"Next time I'll consult you before planning." If she wanted music, he'd have to keep it in mind for the chance to do this again. Maybe he'd catch a break and they'd end up some planet he could take her dancing. She seems the type to like that.

He clinks his glass to hers, grinning widely. A sip later and he's digging into the box to pull out the rest of the picnic, sitting several choices from the mess in front of her. The portions aren't much, not with how the rules have been recently, but his own dietary needs meant he could get away with taking more. He raised his eyebrows as he set out different treats; if she thought the multiple drinks was bad, she'd probably get a laugh out of this.

She nods approvingly at his implication of the next time and raises the glass to her lips. Even though she hadn't given much thought to about how Peter asking her out on a date will affect on their relationship (or maybe she hadn't even wanted to) she had still taken it for granted that there'll be next time. And time after that and after that and so on. Just like always.

But he's right to expect that she'll find the size of the rest their picnic amusing. She smiles to her glass, hiding a silent giggle as she thinks of their previous joke. Totally worth more than two protein bars.

just how many girls are you going to take on date today? She teases and picks up a slice of fruit. Or are you going to fatten me up?

He scratches the back of his head, eyes down on the food. "Just you." As much as he liked to flirt with others around the ship, it had only ever been on a serious level with J. He'd like to think she knows that, since everyone around them seemed to have caught on ages ago to his crush. Even girls he'd tried to flirt at knew his mind was somewhere else.

"Maybe I brought most of it for me," he continues, ripping into some bread. He shrugs, laughs at himself. "It takes a lot of calories to run the way I do, you know. Maybe I'm just trying to keep my energy up."

Of course she knew. She had known about his dumb crush about the moment he dropped bunch of Twinkies on her lap several months ago. She hadn't thought too much about it, since well, he is a teenage boy and they tended to like looking pretty girl. But everything that came after that had been a surprise. She was aware of the flirting, too, and didn't exactly mind it as they weren't exactly a thing before. And it's not like she hasn't done the same and kept a lover or two on the side... All that she's feeling ready to let go and exchange for something real.

Shaking her head a little in amusement J at his response, still sensing some tenseness in him despite the mood getting lighter and more relaxed between them. She wants him to be sure that this is indeed a date and not a test.

better keep you all fuelled up, then. She writes and then reaches over to press the piece of fruit against his lips.

Edited (Did I just awkwardly edit several days late? Yes I did.) 2016-09-27 00:50 (UTC)

Oh. That's- Peter's glad that despite his far too pale complexion he doesn't blush at this. He can't keep his lips from twitching into a smile that's a shade lascivious at the implication he thinks he gleams from those words. He takes the fruit, eyes locked to her's and in a moment of boldness, lightning quick licks at her fingertips.

Peter leans back with a cheeky expression and a little wink to make it a little more on the humorous side, chewing thoughtfully. After he swallows, he nudges the basket toward her. "I guess I can't complain if you're going to keep feeding me. But maybe you should fuel up yourself. I don't want to see you fainting on me later. It'd make for a really awkward conversation with the medical staff taking you there."

Once he takes the fruit from her J withdraws the hand away and also gives her fingertips a small lick, though a slower one compared to his, wearing a smile that makes her look like the most smug cat. Just to add more tease to her demeanour.

im a tough girl. or are you planning on keeping me busy all night then? She continues joking. But she does push some of her hair behind her ear and as prompted she leans to take another look at the contents of the basket, picking up a cracker.

He stares at her a moment, brain frozen and taking a dip into the gutter when he sees the hint of tongue. He snaps from it a few seconds too late to keep from being obvious. Peter would feel embarrassed about it if that smile on her face didn't say she knew exactly what she was doing.

"I know you're tough," he says instead of calling out her tease. He's pretty sure she'd just find a way to turn it back on him anyway. "And maybe I am. Depends on if you're willing, really. It doesn't just have to end with a little diner."

Oh, he can bet that she knows exactly what she's doing here. The accidental too long stare only works as a fuel to her confidence. She bats her eyelashes at him while she eats the cracker from between her fingers. It's just like how things were 'before,' she teased and he stared in awe, and nearly enough to make her forget everything that had happened 'after' and 'between.' Nearly.

itd be a shame if it did. cant wait to see what all other things youve planned for us.

He's relieved she does seem up for it, for more. He'd understand if she left after the meal, he could call that a good date and be fine with it. Really. It wasn't like he had much to compare. But he'd hoped. He was always hoping, when it came to her.

"Let's just get through this and then see how you feel. See what you feel like doing then." He pops another piece of fruit in his mouth. "See if you're up for something more energetic."

J picks up a bunch of grapefruit from the basket, eating each piece slowly and carefully. She's imitating the certain kind of refinement elegance into her body language, something that you'd normally expect from film stars, which can also be seen in the way she sticks to lighter finger food instead of diving into sweets.

She knows she doesn't need to put up this kind of act for Peter. There's no race anymore between them and he's already aware of how unladylike she can be. But this is the way she's always behaved in situations like this one that it almost comes automatically. And while she might be more open than usually there's still bunch of cards hidden in her sleeve that she's not showing, keeping the hint of insincerity with her.

There's another muted laughter from her and she brings her hand to cover her mouth. The way he says it makes it almost sound like a challenge. Good. After all, during their first meeting she had said that she'll gladly take everything that he has to give her.

when you put it like that i almost want to stop this here and move to the next part. to see if you can keep up with me.

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