solvedequations (solvedequations) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2022-02-16 21:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !completed gdoc, !log, ~2022 february, ~~michael guerin (screaminwcrayon), ~~sarah zellaby (solvedequations) |
WHO: Sarah Zellaby and Michael Guerin
WHAT: A date
WHEN: 2/4
WHERE: A bar
WARNINGS Nah
STATUS: Closed/Completed Gdoc
This was stupid. Michael knew he was being an idiot about this, but he’d promised his sister he’d put himself out there. He’d done the speed dating thing. That had gotten him some booty calls, but nothing panned out. And dammit, she was right. He wasn’t going to get anywhere with getting over Alex and Sean if he didn’t do anything more than work and drink. And, like the dumbass he was, he decided to do the network thing. He’d been a little surprised at the response.
Tonight he was taking out another alien: Sarah. She was insectoid so that was new., but judging by her human form she was a hot insectoid. He told her to meet him at the Off Broadway Taproom figuring something lowkey would be best.
Michael waited outside wearing a new pair of jeans, a button down shirt, and a sherpa lined jean jacket. In his hand was a single rose.
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Sarah couldn’t believe she’d actually signed up for this, whatever this was. It wasn’t something she normally would have done. She much preferred to stay in her room, doing math and meeting people as little as possible. It was probably because she was lonely. She went to work every day, but when it came to really meeting people, well, she didn’t. Back home there’d been people she could talk to online, like Artie, but she hadn’t managed to find anyone here.
So she’d taken a chance and now was going on a date with another alien who was undeniably hot. Of course, she wasn’t at all bad looking either, and although she was biologically closer to a wasp than a person, she looked entirely human and you’d pretty much have to cut her open to know that she wasn’t.
She’d taken a long time to get ready tonight. Her black hair was loose around her face, her blue eyes shining against the blue top that she’d bought just for tonight. It was a shirt that, while not being super fancy, nicely highlighted her ample cleavage. She wore it with tight dark blue jeans, her anti-telepathy charm around her neck.
She arrived just a moment later than Michael, and smiled.
“Hi.”