2768/Date Night

Date Night
Date of Scene:	09 October 2017
Location:	Gotham City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Question, Huntress

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Question has posed:
Unlike most times that Vic comes to visit Helena, he doesn't sneak up to the roof and drop down into her apartment through the skylight. A proper date means a proper date, so he is down on the street pressing the button that buzzes Helena's apartment and waits for her to reply. He shuffles around a bit dressed in a nice suit, a bouquet of flowers stowed under one arm as he straightens the tie around his neck.

Huntress has posed:
Likewise, instead of vaulting from the roof or running parkour down the fire escape, Helena actually takes the stairs. She answers the door in a little black dress that's cut low enough to be distracting, high enough to flash plenty of leg, and tight enough to flatter the remaining curves. A simple string of pearls and pumps complete the outfit. "Well hello there, handsome." she greets with a playful smile.

Question has posed:
Vic smiles, giving Helena an appreciative whistle as he takes in the ensemble. "Hello there yourself. I think you might cause an accident in that dress, Helena. It's probably a good thing I am not driving anywhere, I don't know if I would be able to keep my eyes on the road."

He remembers the flowers, and pulls them out from under his arm, the small bouquet of roses outstretched in his hand. "I guess I should have thought this through...it's not like you have a place to put the flowers."

Huntress has posed:
Helena smiles a bit wider at the compliment, blue eyes brightening as well. "Well I don't have a place -on- me, anyway." She smells the roses, as it were, then continues. "But if this is some subtle trick to lure me back into my apartment where you can have your way with me, you've got another thing coming."

She keys the door to the foyer, then beckons him inside with a tilt of her head. "You can't have your way with me on an empty stomach and at least one glass of wine. We're going to do this properly." And with that, up the stairs she goes.

Question has posed:
Vic laughs, "Not a subtle trick, I assure you. I'd hate for the dinner reservations to be forfeit. Hell, I had to pull some strings just to get them. It's not every day I am able to shell out for a chef's table at Michelson. Place is harder to get into than Fort Knox." he says as he follows her back inside.

He glances down at her side, "Healing up well I presume?"

Huntress has posed:
She ascends the front steps to the main foyer, moving slowly. But it's not out of pain or discomfort. No, she's -working- that walk. Handing the roses to someone at the front desk, she asks. "Can you please put these in water for me?" The woman does so, with a polite nod. "They'll be waiting for you here, Ms. Bertinelli."

Helena turns towards Vic, then, stepping right up and slipping her arm through his. "Yes, thank you, almost have my full mobility back. You'll find out exactly -how- well a little later." Reaching over, she starts to adjust his tie but just taps the knot instead. Why mess with perfection? "Shall we?"

Question has posed:
It might be her imagination, but Vic might have flushed just a bit at her comment, clearing his throat a bit as she taps at his tie. "Well, by all means...we shall. I hope you don't mind walking? I didn't think it was that far, and trying to park in the city is a nightmare. Besides, nobody at the restaurant needs to see me pull up in a beat up Volkswagon. It would ruin your image."

He grins, starting to walk down the street towards the restaurant with Helena in tow. His pace is casual, not in any hurry to get there and in consideration from the heels that she is wearing. "Have you ever been here? I've heard good things."

Huntress has posed:
Helena waits until they're outside to reply, falling into step quite comfortably beside him. "And it really wouldn't be very teacher-like to drive the purple Lamborghini, either." she offers lightly. The woman keeps up well in the heels, mostly thanks to her athletic training. "But it's a really nice night for walking."

Their pace is casual, the steady clicking of heels upon pavement punctuating the conversation. "I suppose I -should- have been her, at least. A nice place this close to my apartment. But, well, you know me. Anti-social to a fault. Total recluse."

Question has posed:
Vic laughs, "I think that describes most people in our...profession. Teachers and news anchors alike. Not the most social of people." he says with a grin. "At least your purple Lambo would fit in with the regular clientele here." he utters as he waves a hand towards the front of the ritzy restaurant. "This place just reeks of money. I bet the portion sizes are those ridiculously small bits too, where they charge you fifty bucks for a half tablespoon of mashed potatoes cooked in the bacon grease of a prized pig or something outrageous like that."

Huntress has posed:
Helena clucks her tongue at his suggestion, but she's smiling all the same. "I think I prefer it this way, actually. With the Lambo everybody -expects- something and -wants- something from you. This way we can just blend in." Tucking his arm a bit closer in a half-hug, her expression turns a bit coy. "So are you telling me that you suspect foul play in the kitchen?"

Question has posed:
Vic smirks, looking over to Helena and shaking his head, "What? No..nothing like that. Nothing other than outrageously priced food anyway. I mean, a carrot is a carrot, right? How special does it have to be to bump up the price ten fold?" He shrugs and lets out a little chuckle, "But hey, maybe it is the best damn carrot ever. What do I know?"

He reaches out to hold the door open for her, ushering her into the lobby of the place with all its glitz and glamour. "Man, this is my best suit and I still feel under dressed."

Huntress has posed:
Helena waits politely for him to get the door, then she steps in like she owns the place. Or at least certainly like she could buy it, which isn't too far off. Once inside she waits for him and links arms once more. "You look great, Vic, and besides. You're with -me-..." She smiles again, adding a playful wink. "And you don't have to wear the most expensive suit to be the classiest guy here."

Question has posed:
"Have you met me?" asks Vic when she mentions him being classy. "I'm not sure a word I would use to describe me would be classy. But, you are right about one thing...just being on your arm makes me the envy of everyone in here. I swear, I think I heard jaws dropping when you walked through the door."

He leads her over to the maitre d, and gives his name saying they have reservations for the chefs table. The gentlemen in the tux checks his list and nods, beckoning them to follow.

Huntress has posed:
Helena takes a moment while the maitre'd is checking over the list to flash a -very- warm smile to Vic. She stands there like a perfect model, well-manicured fingers brushing absolutely nothing from his lapel. It's the gesture that's important, not the result. She's attentive, and she's attentive to HIM.

"Good. Let them drop, let them stare. I came in with you and I'll walk out with you. That's all they're ever going to know."

Question has posed:
Vic nods, leaning over to give Helena a small peck on the cheek as he leads her towards their table for the evening. "Sometimes it is good to be me." he says with a chuckle as he pulls out a chair for her. "This is one of those times."

Huntress has posed:
Helena gives him one of those meaningful, suggestive smiles of hers. Both because she wants to and just in case others in the dining room are watching. Which they are. "Good choice of restaurants, by the way. I'm really sure that I don't recognize -anyone- here." Which means neither the GCPD nor Gotham's Five Families are regulars. An actual non-work night! "But who knows? Maybe we'll get lucky and someone will break in and start shooting."

Question has posed:
"That would be just our luck, wouldn't it? Go out for a night of being 'regular' and all hell breaks loose around us." says Vic with a smirk as he speaks low. "Now stop talking like that before you curse us and something like that actually happens, because I don't want to know where you are hiding a crossbow in that outfit."

Huntress has posed:
Helena laughs at the suggestion, giving her head a light toss as well. It's a light, playful sound and it attracts attention. "Come now, Vic. I couldn't hide anything from -you-..." she husks, suggestively. "Besides, I'm almost as good at throwing things as I am with the crossbow. And the cutlery is pretty heavy, here."