Chey sat there for a long minute after the game was over. She hadn't won, Alicia hadn't thrown the game, but she still expected the date? Strangely enough, Cheyenne didn't want to say no. Maybe it was how confident Alicia was that she'd just agree to go. Confident enough to beat her and then tell her what to wear. Confident enough to not expect a bad reaction.
It was all pretty impressive, considering Cheyenne was a cerberus. Impressive and, surprisingly, attractive. Chey decided she liked confidence and she smiled back at the witch.
"Fine. Friday at six. But I'm not wearing a skirt." She had to assert herself into this somehow. Standing up and making an extra effort not to trip over her own feet, Chey beat a hasty retreat while she still had some pride left. And before she broke into a bigger and excited smile.