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WHO: Kenzi and Gil
WHERE: Some really nice steakhouse
WHEN: 4/14; 7PM
WARNINGS: Language
SUMMARY: It's a date!
FORMAT: Quick to start, whatever after that.

[As promised Kenzi arrives at the restaurant a little before seven (like five before); which is a feat given how often she's usually late. Since it would be out of place at this restaurant she hasn't gone all out on the dress up and hasn't overdone it with some stylish hairdo, just simple large loose curls. Simple yet stylish.

After coming through the door she quickly locates Gil and makes an attempt to sneak up on him. Although if he had any sense he would have been keeping his eyes on the door.]

How long have you been here?

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[When the server returns with their drinks Kenzi orders a couple of different appetizers because she can't make up her mind.]

You sure you don't want anything?

[invoking]

I'm fine. I'll wait until dinner. [ While Xanatos' offer is generous and he'll reluctantly accept it, he won't take advantage of it. He's hoping not to leave a hefty bill for this mysterious man.

He is so bad at this small talk. What should he say? That she looks nice? Ask about the weather? They talk all the time and for once he's speechless. ]

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Okay.

[Kenzi, on the other hand, is more than happy to take full advantage of her boss. It's only fair given how often he likes to torment her. So she was sure to tell the server to leave the whole bottle of wine, she's so taking that home.

Speaking of the wine, she gives it a taste and lets out a pleased hum.] Mmn, this is good. You sure you don't want to give it just a taste? It's not too strong.

[invoking]

[ His stomach instantly lurches in protest. ]

No, thanks. I'll stick with water...

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[Kenzi shrugs and takes another sip.] 'Kay.

So I never did ask, what exactly is your job?

[invoking]

Here or back home?

[ A waiter comes by to take Kenzi's order then, as Gil politely declines for now and asks for water only. ]

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Here, I know what you do back home.

[She puts in her order and sets her wine aside for now.]

[invoking]

[ The waiter takes off not too long after with a bright smile. Gil shifts in his seat, his hands resting in his lap. ]

Ms. Natasha gave me a job at her dance company... I mostly do office work. [ It's rather mundane, but it's a bit like Pandora's mundane work -- without all the research. ]

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Dance company? [Kenzi perks up a bit at that. Look, Gil, you have her attention.]

[invoking]

Ballet. [ He nods. ] I don't know much about any productions, to be honest.

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[If it's at all possible for Kenzi to perk up anymore she does.] Wow, I didn't know we had any other imPorts that did ballet. It's...been a while. [A long while.]

[invoking]

[ He notices and is visibly surprised. He didn't know she liked ballet. ]

Ms. Natasha doesn't dance herself... I think.

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Oh. [Kenzi looks a little disappointed in that but after a moment she shrugs. She notices his surprise but doesn't say anything about it.]

Does she teach or have others do the teaching?

[invoking]

I can give you the work number. [ Natasha is the world's deadliest ballerina and he has no idea. But then it occurs to him Kenzi may benefit from Natasha in some ways: she's a... down to earth, comfortably feminine woman.

Or this can go horribly wrong and Kenzi could say something that could land him into trouble. ]

To tell you the truth... I don't know much about Ms. Natasha. She's a mysterious woman.

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Later. I'd like to check the place out. It's been a long time since I've danced and it might be nice to take up again. [Fill in some of her idle time that's usually filled with drink and thieving.]

Aw, too bad. You should always try to find out as much as you can about your employers, y'know, just in case you gotta use it against them. [She grins and takes a a drink of water.]

1/2

[invoking]

Do you like ballet, then?

2/2

[invoking]

[ He jumps at the suggestion, hardly entertained by it. ]

What?! I could never do that to Ms. Natasha!

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Yeah. I used to dance when I was younger, I was even in a production of Swan Lake.

[She gives a little laugh.] Okay, maybe not blackmail but it's a good idea so you know what kind of person you're working for. Wouldn't it suck if it turned out you were working for a crazy killer this whole time?

[invoking]

[ He'll get back to the dancing in a bit, but he needs to make it clear Natasha Romanov is not a psychopath. ]

She's a kind lady! A very -- [ he considers for a few seconds ] elegant, gentle, intelligent woman.

She's hardly an indecent person.

[wisecracked]

Hey, even the seemingly nicest people can be psychopaths. They just cover it up very well. Trust me on that.

[invoking]

Ms. Natasha isn't like that!

[ He huffs again, noticing the couple at the table closest to them have turned their heads to see what the fuss is about. He sinks back in his seat as the waiter returns with Kenzi's appetizers, forcing a smile, clearly noting the two are in some kind of argument. As soon as she's made sure they're both set, she takes off again. ]

Don't accuse people of strange things when you don't know them. [ He rolls his eyes. ] A dangerous person doesn't offer to take others out to an expensive lunch.

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[Kenzi offer the server a smile, she waits until she's gone before leaning in toward Gil.]

Actually, they do. And I'm not saying she is but you never know with people, better to be safe than sorry. Trust me, I've met a lot of people that seemed nice but turned out to be totes cray.

[With that said she turns to appetizers that have been set in the middle of the table; some fried calamari (only because she's curious), shrimp cocktail, and some smoked mushrooms.] Hmm, which to start with?

[invoking]

She's been nothing but kind to me. [ When they swapped powers, when he had been dead... she said it herself once: she wasn't a slave driver. ]

I don't want you saying these things about my boss.

[wisecracked]

A'ight, a'ight. Fine. She's a saint. A perfectly good woman that's probably never done a bad thing in her life.

[She rolls her eyes and snags up a piece of the fried calamari. She turns it over before popping it in her mouth and chewing slowly. Her expression quickly changes to a scowl, grossed out by the rubbery texture. She quickly grabs up her napkin and spits the calamari into it.] Oh barf, gross.

[invoking]

[ The stalking comes back to his mind, but he doesn't say anything.

And anyway -- his attention is diverted when he sees her spitting out food into a napkin. He grimaces in disgust. ]

Are you okay--?! [ Why did she spit out food?! Oh god, that couple is still watching. ]