Third Date's the Charm

[pussyfootaround]

The last time that Felicity and Nika had gone on a date, Felicity had surprised her by taking her out dancing. It had been something fun and sexy and exhilarating, a far cry from their first date, which had been coffee. For the third date, she'd decided to throw Nika for another loop. This time, it was ballet at the Joyce in Chelsea. A troupe from Castile D'or was visiting, and they were putting on a production of Sleeping Beauty.

All things considered, the subject matter seemed very appropriate. The performance itself had been wonderful, as well.

She grinned as they exited the Joyce, a thrill of anticipation shooting up her spine. First they'd takem in the show, and now they had reservations at Montmartre, a nearby French restaurant that had come highly recommended from Felicia. The Trout Grenobloise apparently wasn't to be missed.

After all that, Felicity had booked a room at The Mark.

Because this was, after all, the third date. There were expectations. Hopefully I can stay in my jumpsuit until we get back to the room.

"Well?" she asked as they exited the theatre, looping her arm around Nika's waist. "What did you think?" She was well aware that just because she enjoyed the ballet, it didn't mean that everybody did.