Who: Sollux Captor and Gaz Membrane What: Lunch Where: Grill/Steakhouse in SoCal Warnings: Language
When Sollux poked at Gaz for the possibility of lunch, he hadn't really expected much to come of it, but she seemed to be feeling moderately sociable at the moment. He was glad for it, if only because he would have rather gotten the face-to-face out of the way as soon as possible. Then they could hopefully go about their lives with as little friction as possible.
Portkeys were not exactly his preferred mode of travel yet, but after a Dib with a hangover had finally taught him how to use them, he could at least get places without falling down as soon as his feet hit the ground again. He supposed that in time, the nausea would go away too. For now though, he had to stand outside and take deep breaths of the fresh(ish) air. He could go in and pester the host for a quiet back table whenever Gaz graced him with her presence. He was swiping his thumb idly across his thumb in the meantime, hardly paying attention to the other passersby.