10700/Dinner Date or the Italian Job

Dinner Date or the Italian Job
Date of Scene:	11 January 2020
Location:	Italian Restaurant, Grant
Synopsis:	Warren and Theresa go on another date. Things get awkward, but they somehow manage to get through it
Cast of Characters:	Archangel, Siryn

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Archangel has posed:
Warren had called Theresa and set up to meet her at a small Italian eatery in Gotham. He decided to order a car for her so that she could ride down by herself. He had some business in Gotham, which had given him a chance to settle in. Dressed in a charcoal colored suit, with no tie but a black button up shirt, he's taken up a booth in the back, waiting for Theresa to arrive so that they can have a small amount of privacy.

Siryn has posed:
Theresa Cassidy arrives not long after. It was interesting having someone drive her, and no doubt she drove THEM crazy given she insisted to sit in the front seat next to him. She wasn't some prissy sort that needed driving around in a way where she could ignore that the other person was indeed a person. Instead she'd yammered at him the whole time, asked about his family, life, and anything else that crossed her mind.

When she enters she pauses at the hostess stand to ask about where Warren was seated before starting that way. There was no fancy occasion this time so she'd opted not to wear a dress. Instead she wore a pair of high waisted leather pants that showed off her curves, and a loosely billowing long sleeved blouse in a fetching shade of green. Somewhere back there she'd had a jacket, too, but the hostess insisted on hanging it up. "Evening Warren," she greets with a little grin as she moves to slide into the booth opposite him.

Archangel has posed:
When Therea approaches, Warren drinks in all of her and lets out a low whistle. "I'm apparently outside of my league." he says teasingly, waiting for her to slide in before he leans over to offer her a quick kiss, if she allows, and then moves to settle back in his own spot in the booth. "I hadn't seen you in a couple of days. How's teaching been going for you?" he asks as he gives her a smile.

"I haven't had a chance to come up with any more scenarios as of late. Been trying to figure out what would be a good idea. And then business business rose up and bit me in the rump."

Siryn has posed:
Theresa Cassidy does indeed allow the kiss, and she reaches across the table to rest her hand atop his as well with a fond squeeze. "Not bad," she has to admit with a single dip of her head. "Got the main grading cycle over for now so it's just been reading and the occasional project at the moment. At least till we're closer to Spring break. Though I'm beginning to feel like I ought to get a hobby at this point." Grinning faintly she rests her chin in her hand, elbow on the table to prop it up.

"Business is always there I guess, huh? Guess I've been pretty lucky in my life in that regard. No boring jobs for me. Not currently at least."

Archangel has posed:
"Here I thought your hobby was dating me." Warren responds with a grin as the waitress comes over with breadsticks and sauce, and a wine list. "We'll have the Lambursco Amabile." he offers to the waitress and turns his attention back to Theresa. "Yeah. One thing about being the flight instructor is that my classes tend to be ridiculously small. Especially when most fliers know how to fly already." He chuckles soft and takes a piece of bread and dips it to take a bite.

"So what do you do when you're not teaching art?" he asks her curiously, his hand turning so that he can thread his fingers with hers.

Siryn has posed:
"Teach falling then. There's going to be a point that their wings aren't going to work and they'll need to survive that," Terri suggests. A small frown comes when he orders from the waitress, and she pulls her hand back lightly to fidget with her napkin instead. "What's that you ordered? And you're a new hobby. Got to do other things, too. Usually I go swimming, or read. I actually do read a lot."

A piece of bread is snagged as well to do that swirly dip in the olive oil plate.

Archangel has posed:
"A wine..." And then he realizes what he just did. "I'm sorry, Terri, I forgot." he admits quietly. When the waitress returns with the bottle, Warren smiles apologetically. "Please, take that back. We're going to forgo the wine tonight. What would you like to drink?" he asks Theresa as he withdraws his hand, realizing what he did and the guilt is pretty strong there.

"I was in town to discuss business an arrangement with the Gotham PD to replace their aircraft. It's hard these days with zeta tubes and all to find airplane takers." '

Siryn has posed:
Theresa Cassidy takes a slow, deep breath at the apology as well as the admission that he had forgot. Smiling guitily she adds, "It's all right. I'm just trying to be careful. If you want a glass, that's fine." Even though she says this she seems a bit more relaxed when he sends it away again. "Do they have those Italian sodas here? Those are always rather nice."

"It's okay, Warren." Thankfully the subject is changed and she nods solemnly. "Yeah, there's a lot less air traffic than when I first started out. Some people still don't trust the tubes though. Of course, I usually just fly myself."

Archangel has posed:
"Hey, I want to be your favorite hobby, Theresa. That means playing by the rules." Warren grins at her for a moment, then nods. "Two Italian Cream sodas, please." He can agree to that easily enough as he reaches for her hand again.

"Yeah. Riding in a car is usually a pain for me." He gestures with his wings. "I'm used to it now. I've been helping Shannon with getting used to hers." he comments. "It's off-putting sometimes to see someone else with the fluffy wings, conidering all that happened."

Siryn has posed:
Theresa Cassidy allows her hand to be taken again with another little squeeze. She hadn't meant to pull away, really, but that tension of the moment had made it awkward. Pushing through it again she smiles reassuringly once more. It turns more genuine when he talks of Shannon. "You sure you two aren't related?" It's a light enough tease though she softens it with a chuckle knowing full well the answer to that.

"It is a bit odd I imagine. Kind of like having my Da and I sing karaoke together ... Not that that has ever happened, but it would be weird."

"Worst I have to worry about is getting a sore throat or straining my voice. Even that gets tiring after awhile. Can't imagine what it'd be like with all the muscles associated with flying."

Archangel has posed:
Warren laughs lightly, their hands rejoined making him feel a little more at ease and then he chuckles. "No. Not related. Not that I've checked, but I'm pretty sure I'm not old enough.." But he does ask. "Does Sean know that I've taken an interest in you and want to ask you to be my girlfriend?" he asks her, just letting that little bit to see how she feels on the subject.

"I don't know if Shannon ended up with the same build I have - the whole hollow bones and can barely put on weight thing. I eat a lot, but I burn through it quick because of my metabolism."

Siryn has posed:
"No offense, but I often find that rich folks tend to carry on a bit in that department..." Terri trails off again as she considers the age gap. "But yes, probably not." The part about her father earns a little twitch of her lips. "My father and I aren't exactly best of buds. He typically avoids me soon as he knows I'm around." Here she pauses to clear her throat quietly with eyebrows raising in a questioning manner as the rest of that question hadn't gone unnoticed. "That fond of me already, eh?"

"Och, my back just hurts thinking of that." Another grin is given, and she glances around taking the moment to actually look at the restaurant they were in tonight. "That would explain the Italian. Usually that tends to be pretty heavy fare. Delicious of course. Not knocking it."

"Guess we'll have to find out what my father thinks next time he bothers to show up."

Archangel has posed:
Warren shakes his head. "I can understand a disconnect with your parents." Boy, could he ever. "And yeah. That fond of you, Thersea. Why wouldn't I be? You've been amazing every time I see you. And I'd like to see you regularly. And see where this goes." he says in quiet admission.

"Heavy fare, and trying to impress you. And well. Good a place as any to ask if you want to bump this to an official relationship." he points out to her. Though the answer to that question may have to wait as the waitress brings the sodas over and sets them down with frosted glasses. "Are you ready to order?" she asks sunnily, not realizing she's interrupted their moment.

Siryn has posed:
"Parent," Terri corrects quietly though with no real sadness. There was just the one though. As he laudes her with compliments her smile just broadens, and she risks brushing her thumb along the side of his wrist gently. Just a little motion. Nothing untoward for being in public.

Before she can answer the waitress does come over causing her to glance at Warren, then the waitress with a thought. "Uh, I'll have the... Ravioli...?" She hazards uncertainly. For sure there was SOME kind of ravioli on the menu she wagered.

Archangel has posed:
"Fried, spinach, cheese, meat?" the waitress asks. Warren isn't going to try to order for her this time. He's made his mistake for one time tonight. "I'll have the spaghetti napoli." he offers for his own order, though there's no releasing her hand at this point, instead returning the small gesture, his own thumb against the inside of her wrist.

"Yes, parent." he reminds himself. Though both of his parents are gone.

Siryn has posed:
Ah, that was a relief at least that she'd guessed marginally right. "Spinach, please," Terri decides with a grin since she was allowed to pick. Besides, it wasn't too fancy at least. Nothing like squid ink ravioli or the like that she'd seen on cooking shows growing up.

Attention swinging back to Warren an apologetic look is shot toward him. "Sorry. I know it's probably a tough subject for you, too. But ah..." Here she manages a little shrug and grin. "Guess that's part of the getting to know one another thing, huh?"

Archangel has posed:
"Yeah. Like we both have pretty bad uncles." Warren did a little research, after all. "My parents wanted to cure me. Uncle wanted to kill me. Probably a good thing I'll probably never have a family of my own." he admits with a shrug of his shoulders. His hand squeezes hers warmly before he's using his free hand to pour some soda to drink.

"And yeah. Hopefully we'll have plenty of time to learn about each other." he agrees, but doesn't ask a question this time. He lets her decide if she wants to ask somethubg.