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[Written] Baby it's cold outside

it's colder than the sea witch's titties out here
not that i ever touched them. ew.
huge boner killer
but it's unreal like
i can't get warm even if i'm sitting next to a fire.
so
who wants to help me get warm?
shit i hate that this thing can't take video
there's no way for me to show you how awesome i am.
hold up
wait a minute

[Dave decides to draw a self portrait with the same red ink he's been using to write. He makes his face and hair first, carelessly scribbles in his shades, and when he gets to his body he decides that he doesn't give a shit about anatomy.]

[Wow. That is the shittiest drawing ever. It's cool though, in an ironic sort of way. Dave is completely convinced that this shitty drawing will get him laid. Girls love a guy with a sense of humor.]

there
i'm fucking ripped.
who wants me?

[Feel free to have your character laugh at him/make fun of him/etc.]

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My apologies, Captain Strider.

[Grell sits with her glass, crossing her legs. With her skirt having a high split, it's easy to see where her fishnets stop at her thighs while attached to a garter belt.]

Are you traveling alone or with a few other companions? [She takes a sip of her rum, enjoying its flavor with a faint smile.]

[Dave notices the garter. A stylish choice, in his opinion. It sure does draw the eye. He sips his drink and tries not to stare.]

I didn't bring anyone from home, if that's what you're asking. Made a friend while I was fighting the Navy though. We've been hanging around ever since.

No, that wasn't was I was asking, but you've seemed to have answered my question, however. [She swirls her glass once, moving her foot idly.] Making allies in this world can be life or DEATH. Not surprising that we aren't that great at it~! [GRINS]

Should you and your companion ever become bored, you're welcome to visit us. We promise not to bite hard.

I am great at it. Well, usually. I guess it's not as easy when you're not famous.

[Dave shrugs. Minor details. He'll be famous again soon.]

And what if I like being bitten hard?

Nor is it easy when you're infamous. [Grell gives a soft laugh, taking another sip of her rum.

She looked over her glass at him, her smile widening.]

That can certainly be arranged.

Infamous, huh?

[Dave says that with a quirk of his eyebrows. Should he be scared? He's certainly interested.]

Would it be too much to ask for it to be arranged soon?

More or less. [She's working on that reputation, but she's pretty certain she isn't anyone's best friend just yet.]

Ah~? I'm sure I could squeeze you into my tight schedule~! [Even if she has a boyfriend, she's willing to be naughty to get a punishment.]

[He has no doubt she'll be able to achieve her goals. She certainly seems capable.]

I appreciate you squeezing me in. I'm sure that schedule is tight as fuck. You've got things to do and people to see... or should that be the other way around?

[Grell laughs lightly, shrugging.]

It depends on the day of the week, really.

Yeah, I hear you. Somedays I get so tied up in my latest project I don't have time for anything else and other days it's there are so many people screaming my name I can't possibly do them all. It's like, whoa, calm down ladies. I've only got one dick. You're gonna have to take turns or something. I'm sorry, some of you might go home disappointed.

[Unfortuantely, the term 'dick' is either a bit after her time period or a word used to describe a British dessert, and not associated with a penis. It was mostly used amongst military, and...she wouldn't have caught on to it. So she's a bit puzzled by the word.]

They...wanted dessert? Didn't you know they would be coming? Why would you have only one Spotted Dick prepared?

[Dave has never heard of the dessert and her use of the word 'coming' doesn't help either. He just starts laughing.]

Hahaha, what the fuck? Spotted? Shit, I hope not. I don't have herpes yet.

[He laughs more. This might take awhile.]

Ok, there's obviously some kind of language barrier here. I'm not talking about a dessert. I'm talking about what I've got in my pants.

[Blinks]

Why are you laughing?! [She reddens a bit at his laughing. What even?]

[She knows what herpes is, since Madame Red was a gynecologist.

Grell's eyes travel to the area he was talking about, then back to his face. There is an obvious moment of clarity showing on her face.]

...oh...OH!

[Dave just grins. Grell is so cute when she's embarrassed.]

Got you to blush and looks at my crotch, so I guess that counts as a win. I get minus points for mentioning STDs though. Pretty sure you're not supposed to talk about that on the first date.

[She huffs a bit before she tilts her head to the side.]

Ah~? So this is what we're doing? [Grell smirks softly.] Quite an odd date, don't you think?

Sure, if you want it to be. Or if not that's fine too. We did get off to a weird start.

[Dave was kidding about the date thing, but he'd be more than happy to turn this into one.]

We did, but perhaps it can be saved for a more appropriate setting.

[Candles, flowers, a nice dinner, and a sky full of stars above~!]

I didn't realize this was inappropriate.

[Grell's room is nice, even if it's nothing fancy. Dave doesn't see anything wrong with it, but then he isn't exactly known for being romantic.]

Guess it's a bit intimate for a first date though.

[Grell gives a light shrug.] It could have a bit more flowers. [Not that she has any in her room.]

Flowers, huh?

[Dave takes another sip of his drink and files that away for later. If she likes flowers he can get some.]

Is there a specific kind you like or should I take the name of the ship as a hint and assume you like roses?

[Grell smiles, leaning forward and leaning her elbow on her knee in order to rest her chin on the palm of her hand.]

I do love oxymorons.

That makes two of us.

[Though he usually calls it irony. Same thing, right?]

See, we've already got things in common. I bet we both love the same color.

[She was making a remark about 'smart men' but since he didn't ask...

Grell makes a curious sound, sitting properly again and takes up her glass.]

Anyone who doesn't deserves to be covered in it. [Takes a sip.]

[That went over his head, but it's probably for the better.]

That's kinda harsh. Not everyone can be as awesome as we are.

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