Ziris Bendal (![]() ![]() @ 2012-06-30 14:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | barbara gordon, robert fischer |
Who: Barbara Gordon and Robert Fischer
What: Dinner
When: Friday evening
Where: Some random restaurant
Warnings: Language maybe? idk
Status: In progress
Barbara wondered if going out with a guy while they were forced to tell the truth was a good thing at all. Probably not, but who knew when this thing was going to wear off. Not to mention, she wasn't sure if this was a date. After all, Robert seemed to want to make things up to her, not that he had to really. It was his own life, and he could do with it what he pleased. Her ego hadn't been so hurt that he really had to take her out to dinner. She was going because she wanted to go. In fact, she'd spent most of her time picking out clothes and telling herself that she was going to stop being such a shut-in lately.
It took her a while to get dressed, because she couldn't decide what to wear. If it wasn't a date, well then she would look stupid dressing up so much. And if she dressed down, and it was a date well then she'd look stupid then too. Why was it so hard just going out with people and getting out of the house? This was probably why she didn't do it that often. Still she was looking forward to it. Food. With an actual human being. What a quaint concept.
When there was a knock at the door, Babs went to go get it, right as she was slipping on her shoes. She opened the door, trying to balance on one foot to put them on. "Hi," she greeted. "Sorry, I was just.. trying to get these stupid shoes on."