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Date Night (Brianna)

There were certain things about going on a date with your roommate that were a little odd. The first thing was that if you planned to surprise your date with anything, it really had to be stashed with a third party, since it was hard to smuggle something like flowers into one's room without one's roommate noticing. The other thing was that Kayla had found herself "borrowing" the floor washroom to get ready, not that there was a lot to do, really- she usually wore only a little makeup and a burgerplace and then dancing at a coffeehouse didn't really call for fancy dress- though she'd dug her best pair of dark jeans from storage and actually bought herself a new top.

No sir, no ratty fandom or band T-shirts for Miss LeBeau. She'd even got a couple of pieces of jewelry, little stud earrings and a birthstone pendant she'd kept from earlier days. She looked fondly at her favorite pair of boots, but it was pretty warm- sandal weather. It felt a little odd to be fussing over herself. And then it came into her mind again that she had a date. Nobody had ever really asked her on a proper date before. She'd kinda sorta had a boyfriend once, but it wasn't really much worth remembering. This was different. There'd be ... okay, not probably candlelight at a burger place, but still, there'd be door opening and dancing and oh god maybe even a goodnight kiss. Hopefully.

And then, they'd go to bed. Ten feet from each other. Which was going to get very interesting very fast if things went well. And that just released a ton of butterflies.

Having finished fussing over herself like she was some kind of girl getting ready for a date or something, she took flowers in her hand and walked downstairs to where they'd agreed they'd meet before walking over to AwesomeBurger for dinner. She was a few minutes early, so she bounced on the balls of her feet slightly, casting a glance upstairs every once in awhile, waiting for Brianna to come down.

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Brianna stroked Kayla's hand for a moment before she started in on her food. Kayla believed everything would be okay so Brianna chose to believe the same. That was all that they could do and Brianna needed good news.

Brianna restrained herself from inhaling her cheeseburger but she'd been so nervous about tonight that she'd eaten only sparingly.

Still, she finished her food pretty quickly and sipped her shake slowly as she watched Kayla eat...which was somewhat entrancing. If Kayla looked at her, Brianna would find another place in the room to look though she did so with a grin on her face. She was starting to relax a bit more.

"How about that dancing? Or...do you want to do something else?"

Kayla, for her part, devoured her food as quickly as she could, because as amazing as Awesome Burgers were, they weren't really the main event here at all. The shake was slower business, though, so she sipped it, trying to look over at Brianna without staring or ogling. She caught Brianna doing much the same thing, and looking away, which just made her grin even bigger.

"Dancing? Oh hell yes. Unless you had something else in mind." Kayla's grin turned positively incandescent. "Gotta admit, I'm kinda looking forward to seeing your moves." And hands. Dancing tended to be a close-contact business.

"Don't ask me what I have in mind. Might be more than you can handle." Brianna teased.

She stood up from her chair and extended an arm to Kayla.

"Yes, I'd love to dance with you. Let's pay and get out of here."

"Tsk tsk." Kayla teased right back, smirking broadly. It didn't take long to pay up and get on their way to the coffeeshop, which was already starting to get a good-sized crowd for dancing. There was a band playing, and the music was loud and pretty good, mostly a mix of 80s and 90s rock favorites.

Once they got into the door, Kayla immediately took Brianna by the hands and gave her best "come hither" look as she "dragged" Brianna onto the dance floor, letting the rhythm start to sway her hips a little as she did so.

Brianna liked this plan. She followed Kayla to the dance floor without question, moving to the music as she did so. The crowd was pretty thick already so Brianna moved in closer to Kayla so they wouldn't get separated.

Brianna's hips moved with fluid grace as though dancing were as natural to her as walking or breathing. She pulled as close to Kayla as she dared and danced, drawing an envious look from a few of the guys there who probably would have liked to be a part of their circle.

"This was a wonderful idea. You should date-plan more often." Brianna grinned.

Even if they didn't have to, Kayla would've moved closer anyway. As it was, she cut a little of the small distance between them. Just enough space apart to allow for easy movement, and oh wow, Brianna sure can move. She'd noticed it before, of course, in the Danger Room but this was a completely different context and one that definitely let loose the butterflies.

And then she came even closer and it suddenly was not just nerves and excitement- but a little bit of something else too. Normally she would've been the one to notice the guys, especially since some of them were probably regulars and she'd probably made them triple grande soy lattes with extra vanilla syrup in the past.

But her eyes were on one person, and one person only right now.

"Mmm, I should, now that I've found the right partner. Dating isn't exactly a solo activity."

Then the music changed, into a slower number, and the dancefloor started pairing off into couples. Kayla's hands wrapped around Brianna's waist.

"The inevitable slow dance." She commented, surprised at how electric even relatively minor contact felt.

Brianna was happy to be near Kayla like this and her breath caught as Kayla held her. She looked into Kayla's eyes and smiled.

"I wasn't a fan of slow dancing until just now. Must be the company." Brianna told her.

"A girl could get used to this..." she said quietly.

"Yeah. Beats some boy who's constantly stepping on your feet, that's for sure." She laughed. "You dance well." Mostly, her experience in the past had been awkwardly shuffling in a circle.

"A girl, could." Kayla replied a little distractedly, realizing just how close they were. By the time the dance ended, it was just a matter of a few inches and a slight tilt to avoid undesired nasal collision to softly, almost experimentally brush her lips aginst Brianna's.

Brianna leaned into the kiss, capturing Kayla's lips with her own. She sighed contentedly, happy just to enjoy this time with her best friend, her roommate and, now, her...what? Things were going well tonight but where did they go from here?

Brianna's brain was working on overtime, so when the speaker across the room suddenly sputtered and then burned out with a puff of black smoke coming the back, there was some consternation from the other people in the cafe.

Brianna, on the other hand, couldn't be bothered to notice.

"Hey...look at that girl's clothes. They're...they're glowing!" shoulder a male patron.

"Oh gross! Not only are they deviants but one of them is a mutie!" yelled a female patron.

It was going so well, whatever exactly was going on and then the speaker blew out. Kayla didn't notice at first, but when the voices started speaking, she pulled away a little bit, looking around. It didn't take long for the owner of the coffeeshop to come out and glare at ... not Brianna or Kayla, but at the patrons.

"So what if they are glowing?" A surprisingly burly man for a coffeeshop owner, he walked up to them.

Kayla looked at Brianna for a moment. "You all right?" Her hand went back to Brianna's, but reassuringly this time. "It'll be okay. Coffeeshop Bob doesn't like talk about deviants, and doesn't care whether people are mutants or not."

She offered Brianna a small smile. "And everyone knows the speakers were kinda on the edge of blowing out anyway." She nods.

Brianna smiled. "Yeah, I'm good. I didn't think anyone would stick up for us but remind me to come here and talk to Coffeeshop Bob as often as I can." she said.

She took Kayla's hand in hers and watched as the owner went off on the patrons. As much as Brianna wanted to stay and watch it, she didn't want anyone to pick up on her being a mutant again.

"Hey...do you want to go home?" she whispered to Kayla.

Kayla's hand curled around Brianna's reassuringly as she watched Coffeeshop Bob tear a new one out of the patrons. "Yeah, Coffeeshop Bob is awesome. His husband's pretty cool too." She laughed. "That's why he's really not fond of the 'deviant' talk."

But leaving was a good idea. She didn't really want to create any problems for a man who'd, all things considered, been rather kind to hire her, despite knowing she came from the mutant school.

"Yeah. Going home would be good." She blushed slightly, thinking about just before the speaker blowing and the idiots starting talking. "C'mon, you. Homeward bound."

Brianna lead Kayla out of the coffeeshop quickly and down the street, enjoying the evening air. This was nice and Brianna felt like she was having a good time for the first time in awhile.

"You're a great dancer. We'll do this again soon but maybe we can sneak into a club next time? Once I can make sure I don't blow up the speakers because my girlfriend is giving me the eyes." Brianna said.

Blink.

Did I just call her my--? Oh bloody hell.

"Not to say that you're my girlfriend because we haven't even talked about that. We're doing the slow thing. Forget I said anything." Brianna said, suddenly trying to babble her way backward from that leap of logic.

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