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[chesstotem]

WHO: chesstotem and specifythepoint
WHERE: A bar near Arthur's condo.
WHEN: This evening.
WARNINGS: None, unless you count drinking and probably some massive awkwardness and misunderstandings.
SUMMARY: Two people, having a drink. Is it a date? Your guess is as good as mine.
FORMAT: Action spam.

[Okay, so asking her out for a drink is unexpected, but that good kind of unexpected. And if she throws on a little lipstick, and fluffs her hair a bit, well, who can blame her, really?

He was right - the bar is hardly a dive (she doesn't think there are any in this part of the City), but it's not the sort of place where she'd be expected to show up in a slinky little dress. Which is a bit of a relief, because Ariadne has never been able to pull off that kind of look.

She finds a table towards the back, but with a good view of the door so she can spot him when he comes in.]

Comments

[specifythepoint]

[Well. Opportunity to know Arthur's deep dark secrets missed, then! He just smiles.]

[chesstotem]

[Oh, come on.] Broken heart?

[specifythepoint]

Something like that.

[chesstotem]

[She's almost tempted to do that thing Cobb always did, with the squinty-eyed glare.] Are you going to tell me or not?

[specifythepoint]

[He clears his throat]

No.

[chesstotem]

Okay, fine. [She'd like to come up with some kind of hard-hitting, pointed question that would get a lot of personal, emotional information from him but the alcohol and disappointment must be working their magic because she's drawing a blank.]

[specifythepoint]

[He watches her for a minute, and doesn't smile this time]

Come on. Let's go home.

[chesstotem]

[She really hopes she didn't just screw up whatever it is they've had that's good, because that would suck.]

Yeah, okay.

And next time? Don't order me to sit down. [She gives him a little nudge with her elbow.]

[specifythepoint]

[He doesn't even look surprised]

I'll ask.

[chesstotem]

Okay, good. That's all I'm saying.