Owner	Pose
Kyle Rayner	Winifred's is a classic New York diner. It is done up in green, rather than red, and is pleasant if slightly run down. It is not shabby, but it is shabby chic. It is clean and lovingly cared for despite its age.     He is there waiting for her. How long has he been there? An unseemly amount of time. It's a very simple place. Smells clean and delicious. To call it a greasy spoon is accurate, but it does smell wonderful. Homey.     Her 'date' is not particularly dressed up. Polo shirt and khakis, which seems to be his off duty uniform. Situated there at a plattic topped table, Kyle is looking the menu over. He puts it down, then fidgets with it just before his date enters. He has a half-drank soda in front of him. He looks nervous.
Jade	If Kyle is running early, Jade is running late. She slips out of a cab, handing three bills to the cabbie, and uttering "Keep the change," before exiting. She doesn't wait to hear a reply before shutting the door, and heading toward the entrance of the diner. She's overdressed, most certainly. The dress is fitted, and short, of champagne sequins and crystals, setting her asparkle as the sunlight hits her. Over her shoulder, she carries a black gym bag. "Sorry," she says hurriedly. "Always one more take, and one more. I didn't even take time to change..." She's uncharacteristically rattled, as she approaches his table, feeling VERY conspicuous in formal dress and stiletto heels.
Kyle Rayner	He stands up. "You look beautiful." Kyle says breathlessly. She's getting a few looks, but really? This is new york? Gorgeous overdressed green women are not as uncommon as one might otherwise think. Kyle reaches for her hand and steps over to pull her chair out for her. He quietly notes, "Though, if you date me, well, not going to be a lot of occasions to dress up like that." His hands are gentle, and his moves are relatively graceful.     Obviously, he is on his best behavior. "My roommate is a vegetarian. That means I am basically a vegetarian. I hope you will not mind us eating here. Get the pie. It is delicious."
Jade	Jade smiles as Kyle seats her, and she lowers her bag to the floor next to her feet, and pushes it under the table. "I don't dress like this when I go out either," she says softly. "I planned to change. But...plans change." She gives Kyle's hand a gentle squeeze before letting go, and picking up her menu. "The pie, hmm? What kind of pie? Oh, my nutritionist is going to LOVE you..."
Kyle Rayner	"Well, Connor, my roommate, well, he will make sure you are fine if you eat at our place. It's all vegetables and the occasional bit of tofu or bean curd." He wrinkles his nose. "So don't worry about that. If he finds out you are eating this he will likely try to make you go running with us." His tone is affectionate even as he playfully complains about the guy.     Kyle pushes a menu over to her. "Tomorrow is the long run. So, if I do not immediately call, it is because I am on a five mile run in the park." His smile is warm though. "Might I suggest the chili dog? It is so bad for you." His wink is playful. "Did I tell you that you look great?"
Jade	Jade blushes visibly this time, and smiles. "I think you said. And...thank you. I would feel overdressed, but I somehow feel like we should just play it up and make everyone in here wish they were you." She takes the menu and looks through the offerings. "I think...I'll have the chili dog. And...Lemon meringue pie. Can I get extra cheese on the dog?"
Kyle Rayner	"Why not? You want some fries with that? And whaddaya wanna drink?" He asks, the waitress comes over as he waves her over. He orders two chili dogs. Her extra cheesy, his without, like a Philistine. She gets her pie ordered, he asks apple. That is a no go, so instead chocolate. She asks, "What'cha wanna drink, miss?" Because overdressed green woman? Welcome to New York.
Jade	"Mmmm...Cherry Coke." Why not finish off what the chili dog starts? When the waitress retreats, Jade turns back to Kyle and tilts her head, observing him for a moment before she speaks. "You're a bit of a paradox, y'know. I don't think I've seen one of you guys who's got such a different personality, off duty. It's...kind of refreshing, really. I thought it probably destroyed the personality of everyone who made it past orientation."
Jade	"Mmm....Cherry Coke," Jade chimes brightly as she hands her menu to the waitress. She waits for Kyle to order his drink, and watches the waitress sashay off to put in their order. Then, looking back to her date, she tilts her head, appraising him for a moment. "You're a paradox, y'know. Orientation usually saps whatever personality there is out of a candidate. But you've kept that spark. I have to say, I'm somewhat impressed."
Kyle Rayner	"Mine was longer. I'm an anomaly." Kyle makes a little gesture with his left hand. "I spent extra time up there because one of the little guys singled me out. They tried to wash me out. I showed them." He gives a little friendly wink. "They Looooove me." he rolls his eyes.
Jade	Jade smirks playfully. "From what I've heard, 'love' is a BIT of an exaggeration. But I respect a man who can be bent and not break. Not lose a sense of self..." She trails off as the waitress returns with their drinks, and simply watches Kyle for a moment while the waitress attends them. "It's why I'm here right now."
Kyle Rayner	"Bah. It's just boot camp. I tormented them more than they tormented me. If you wanna be dumb, you gotta be tough. I was never bad enough for him to get rid of me, and they made the mistake of keeping me long enough I got good. I became an asset, despite one of them going off the reservation to get me." Kyle touches her hand and gently taps it. Kinda bold, that. "So here I am. Deputy." He sips his diet soda.
Jade	"Here you are," she agrees, tracing a fingertip across the top of his hand. "And what's next on your agenda, hmm?" The question is left deliberately open to inerpretation, as hot dogs arrive and are placed on the table between them. The waitress gives a look over the table and nods, advising the two to let her know if they need anything else.
Kyle Rayner	"You have been great. Thanks." She gives him a smile. "Favorite dimples." She notes. She looks you over. "Careful with him. He's trouble." Her grin is wide.     "I am." He admits, holding her hand for a moment. "I come here once a week for a chili dog. It's Connor's fault. He is a great cook, but that vegetarian stuff? Not entirely my speed."
Jade	"Thanks, I can't say I wasn't warned," Jade chides, then turns back to Kyle as the waitress departs their table. "I'm kind of depending on you being trouble. Life's too long to spend being bored." She winks and looks down at her cheesy chili dog. "I have to admit I'm not a huge fan of vegetables, myself. My makeup is such that I manage to get what I need without them." Now the quandry....to pick up the hot dog and eat it like a real pro, or just use a fork.
Kyle Rayner	He looks at her. He then picks the hotdog up and takes a big bite, smearing it a bit on his face to make her feel comfortable. He chews quickly, then takes another ravenous bite. It's not a refined or elegant manner. Kyle gives her a playful wink. It's a spicy, but not hot chili, and it is a very nice hotdog. It has a good bit of snap to it.
Jade	The green-skinned socialite laughs at Kyle's display as he murderizes his hot dog, then picks up her own and takes a bite, stringing cheese and getting chili on her lip. "Mmm..." She chews, then swallows and licks her lip. "All right, you definitely get props for the food choice. They serve a mean chili dog." She takes another bite, chewing it ecstatically, and enjoying every moment of it.
Kyle Rayner	"I just wanted to watch you eat it." He teases. "Not the creeper way. A model eating a hot dog just tickles me." Kyle's grin is warm. "It's a hard thing to find in New York, not the sausage. The chili. This has a nice flavor." His shoulders shrug. "Usually, you need to go to a Puerto Rican place to get this sort of flavor." Spoken like a West Coast transplant. He admits, 'I sometimes abuse my powers and take quick trips to other places. I mean, want good Tex mex? Go to Texas." He gently shushes her. "Don't tell."