InsaneJournal

Who: Bernie Rhodenbarr and Barbara Gordon
What: She's making him dinner
When: Thursday night, after this exchange
Where: Barbara's place
Rating: PG, probably, some flirting from Bernie.. Will update if more!
Status: In Progress



Bernie didn't need Artie to tell him he was being ridiculous. He was an old bookseller and an appreciative customer had offered him dinner. He'd known Barbara for years, and while he'd flirted with her before--in a harmless, gentlemanly way--this was the first time he'd ever been invited over. It was much more sensible to take it at face value; She was grateful he was bringing his cat over to slaughter vermin, and was making him dinner in thanks.

Still, he couldn't help a bit of schoolboy excitement. She'd welcomed his offer of wine, and hadn't shot down his flirting yet. Of course, she could simply be in shock from the earthquakes and the invasion of the furry creatures. Best not to assume anything. He would simply expect a nice dinner, good wine, and pleasant conversation occasionally punctuated by the shrieks of Raffles' prey.

At Barbara's door, Bernie leaned on the bell with an elbow. In one hand he carried the Pinot noir, and under the other arm was Raffles.