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Booker DeWitt isn't father of the year ([info]dewitt) wrote in [info]valarlogs,
@ 2016-02-13 17:38:00
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Who: Booker and Rogue
What: a date
when: Sometime in December
Where: out
Status:Complete
Rating: PG-13


Booker had kind of been putting this off and putting it off and he didn’t have a reasonable explaination why. Maybe because an actual date night was something close to admitting that he and Rogue were a little more than friends with benefits - a step past that he wasn’t sure he was ready to take.

But getting to see her in a nice dress (and take it off of her lateR) was incentive. And she deserved something fancy. A lot of the time Rogue seemed to be very stressed, and a little unhappy. And Booker knew unhappy. Booker breathed unhappy. He kind of wanted Rogue to not be so unhappy, and with Elizabeth back in his life things were maybe looking up.

He chose to wear a suit. It looked nice on him and would hopefully look nice in anything that Rogue choose to wear.

Anna had slipped into one of her favorite dresses and a pair of heels, even if she hated heels, and did her hair up all nice everything. Rogue knew well enough that they? were just friends with benefits. She was (partially) out to prove Logan’s worries of her being a clingy person wrong. She liked Booker, though, and it was hard to not want to cling, just a little bit.

Rogue was always stressed, and while she loved the cafe and her work, and anything she did outside of work that involved punching people, she didn’t derive a lot of happiness from it. She just felt like she was faking it the whole time. And well, her head ached if she spent a lot of time thinking because then the echos poked their heads out of their boxes and insta-migraine. Then she needed to punch someone.

“Hey” she managed after a minute.

Oh shit, Booker thought. She's hot.

He hadn't expected the heels, or the hair up or anything else really. Just a nice dress. But she was dolled up and it was hard not to stare. Sure, they were just friends, and Rogue was kind of the latest in a long line of friends-with-benefits-he-got-attached to, but that was besides the point.

He hoped she could remember how to relax without violence. He hoped he could remember how to relax without violence.

......... ".......hey."

Of course she was hot, she was violent and violence meant she punched people, and then hefted truck orders around the cafe, she made sure to stay good looking. It was a redeeming quality among the foul mouthed, violent tempered, bad touch qualities.

He said they were going out somewhere nice. Nice meant heels and hair and makeup and shit. Right? She couldn’t really remember. She wasn’t exactly the take-out-to-fancy places type of girl. Pit fights, mountain climbing, bear running away from, roadside cafe were kind of more her thing.

If there was violence, well, at least she had heels to stab people in the face with. “You look good.”

Nice meant a place that required reservations and Lina wasn’t going to ever let him live it down. As long as she didn’t butt her nose in too much. Booker hated when people butted their nose in. He and Rogue had this great thing going and they couldn’t mess it up. Right? Right? He swallowed, and nodded at her. “Thanks. You...well you always look good but you look fancy good right now.”

Rogue tilted her head at him and rolled her eyes. Lina really did butt into their lives a lot, and she was hoping to avoid it for any length of time because Rogue just wasn’t a committed kind of girl right now, thank you very much. They were so going to mess this up.

“Fancy good, I don’t even know if that’s a proper description, Booker.” she grinned.

“Well it is now.” He nodded towards the door. “Guess we should get going huh? Reservation is at 8.” It was really hard not to put his hand against her back as they walked. So he didn’t really fight it.

She smiled warmly as he did and let him escort her out. “You’re going all out on this.” she said after a moment. Actual reservations?

“Yeah, I figure you deserve it. It ain't like I don’t like you.” Booker had to resist the urge to kiss her. Who did that? It wasn’t like he was twitterpated.

“Why thank you darlin’” she smiled as she looked at him. They had such a weird relationship. It was awkward at times. Heaven help them.

The drive wasn’t too far, which was fortunate since Rogue looked so good that Booker wanted to keep looking at her. And neither of them had a healing factor. But they made it safely (so far), and he even opened the door for her. All polite like. His hand found her back again, and then darted a little lower. For reasons.

Rogue could probably pull out a healing factor if she really had to, but that required a lot of focus and well, a car wreck really didn’t leave time for focus. She’d rather avoid such a thing, otherwise she’d have to call Logan and well that would just be awkward all over again. She stepped inside, smiling softly, a grin fighting its way onto her lips as his hand slid a little lower.

She felt nice next to him. A waiter led them over to a table, and he pulled the seat out for her, trying to turn up the charm. He sat down and held up a hand. “First rule, you can’t talk about work. Or think about work.”

Rogue smiled over at him then sat down when he pulled her chair out. “Thank you” she was all smiles, this was a good evening already. Then she gave him a look and laughed. “Fine, fine, I won’t. Are there more rules?”

“I think that’s it for now,” he replied, smirking at her. Objective A was to get her to forget about work. He knew she loved it but it was also a huge source of stress for her. She was a control freak. He couldn’t blame her for that, but he felt like she needed to take a step back. “I did wanna ask you what you thought of Liz, though.”

She did - she was a control freak. She had only gotten worse as her powers advanced. She lost control in one aspect and desired it everywhere else. “A nice girl, very polite.” she smiled. “Nothing like you in the least.” she teased.

“That’s probably a good thing, you don’t want two of us.” Booker snorted. “That would be terrifying.” She’d been raised pretty conservatively though, and he wondered how long before she freaked out at the FWB thing.

She laughed softly. “No, I think one of you around is enough. We don’t need mini-Booker’s running around, I don’t think the world could handle that.” she teased.

“The world ain’t ready for one of me,” Booker agreed. He wasn’t going to look at menu prices. This was a special occasion. “Let alone two. Could use a couple more of you though.”

She tilted her head back laughing. “Ain't no place ready for more than one of me. Two would just be a world of chaos and food.” She grinned.

"I wouldn't mind two of you for a night or two," Booker joked. He ordered a water, as much as he wanted to drink he was trying to stay on the wagon. And doing okay, except for the occasional slip up. It had never been alcohol that had dragged him down - external events had made him turn to it. He just didn't want to take chances.

Rogue got water too, because while she refused to give up alcohol she wouldn't drink around him. She was nicer than that. “You wouldn't know how to handle two of me.”

“Wanna bet?” Booker pointed a finger at her. “pretty sure I could.“

“How we going to test this bet? Unless one of my dream buddies shows up with the power to multiply himself, I don't do cloning. “ she grinned. “But nah you couldn't”

“Shapeshifter?” He suggested, completely unknowing.

“We got any of those hanging around?” Ignoring the fact she knew of at least one floating around the world.

“Not that I know of.” Booker took a sip of some water. There was the fact that he hadn’t tried getting with any other women in a month, which was a disturbing one to him. But then he didn’t want to hurt Rogue somehow. They really should talk about that.

“Then I guess we'll just have to wait.” Rogue had our walls up around her heart. She fell too easily in the past, she let her dreams guide her to heartbreaks and crushes she couldn't shake. She wanted to be tied down even less than he had. But she hadn't gone out looking for fun elsewhere either.

“Eh. You’re enough.” He winked at her. His order appeared, seemingly from nowhere, and he looked around for the waiter. “this place employs ninjas.”

“Well, that's impressive.” She blinked at the meals then looked around herself. “Not much gets past me…”

Booker watched her look around. Rogue was gorgeous. Why she screwed around with him he didn’t know. “Only a few things.”

She turned her head to look at him. “I've got enough smart spy like folk in my head, it's weird when something gets by. But what did you mean by that?”

“Was just filling the air,” Booker said honestly. He didn’t actually know what he’d meant by that and now he looked like a deer in headlights.

She gave him a curious look, then shrugged. “Alright then.” Some days she didn't get him. “But you're cute when you've been put on the spot.”

“Ain’t cute,” he muttered, cutely.

A smirk. “That sounded cute.”

“No.” Booker groused, then dug into his food. He didn’t like being cute, but it was kind of okay if it was her thinking so.

She laughed softly. “You're funny.” She tucked into dinner, shaking her head a bit.

He nudged her under the table. “You take that back.”

She plastered an innocent smile. “Why should I?”

“Because I ain’t some clown sent to amuse you.” He didn’t sound angry though. He grinned at her.

“That's good. I hate clowns.” She said in return. “So. Going to make me?”

“Make you do what?” Booker leaned forward, nudging her foot again.

“Take back the fact I said you were cute.” she fluttered her lashes at him, nudging his foot back.

Booker moved his foot up her ankle. He kept thinking about how good she looked and maybe a little how that dress would look bunched up around her hips. “I got some ideas.”

She grinned a bit at him before leaning forward, lashes lowered, “do tell me these ideas?” Her hand resting on her hip.

He grinned at her. “Well the men’s room here is kind of out of the way an’ pretty clean. I’d have room to convince you.”

“Oh yeah? I guess you’ll just have to show me now won’t you?”

That was easier than he expected, but then he never expected Rogue to go along with ...anything. She was stubborn and he had some self-esteem issues. “What do you know, I suddenly need to use the men’s room.”

Rogue laughed - she had a lot of issues, but she was trying to be a little different tonight. Because this was not an ordinary night. She grinned and gently pushed her chair back.

Oh. They were really doing this? Booker tried not to grin too big, but he still grinned. He got up and made his way to the men’s room.


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