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 Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 12:00 pm
Valentine's Day, c. 6pm
The outfit may or may not have been overkill. It got her more than a few looks as she'd clicked through the mall from the bus stop outside. Patrons in a few stores had stopped and stared--some a bit more horrified than others--as fake blood chipped nails were put on display as she pulled out a top here, a skirt here, a comic there. Danika herself didn't notice the looks much. She'd dressed comfortably. Even the sharp heels she wore didn't bother her as she'd made her way through various stores. There wasn't a specific goal in mind. Just wanted to get out after working on some class assignments throughout the day. No class that day had kept her effectively locked up in the apartment. Now and then she'd heavily consider buying a new pair of boots she found, or an adorable top, or maybe that new trade for those series she was following... Discount chocolate certainly appealed.
What she hadn't been anticipating was running into a particular blue-eyed boy in the food court. Carrying her Subway bag in one hand, soda in the other, she'd stared wide-eyed before grinning and throwing her arms around him in a--to her--simple greeting. Of course, this lead to her ushering him over to sit with her--had he eaten yet? Was he here with someone? Random trip like her's?--and pelt questions as she began munching on her sub. Spicy Italian piled high with veggies, yum yum.
"Seriously though, I'm not stealing you from someone, am I?" Danika had asked this on a laugh, but at the same time had flicked her red gaze around here and there. Just to make sure she wasn't about to have an angry date storming over at her.
The heart cutout over her chest and by her eyes aside, she certainly wasn't there for a date. The fashionista had only taken advantage of the holiday to wear a design she'd come up with a while back. Just... with a few extra bloody notes. Fake blood. She swore. Worst was the nails. The bloody carving knives and spotted rose earrings were at least easily exposed by her hair being pulled back, but they weren't as "grotesque."
Lips pursed--glossed cherry red, what else?--and she eyed him, swallowing another bite of her meal. "If not... feel like grabbing a movie?" She motioned towards one of the wings of the mall where a theater was kept. "I've been eyeing a few that just came out, but wasn't sure I'd like going alone. Feels so.... crazy cat lady," she confessed on a wince. It was one of the few things she wouldn't do alone. Going out to eat at a nicer restaurant and see a movie in a theater. More 'family friendly' places? Or more low-key setting? She'd eat there in a heartbeat solo. Never mind take-out. But a nicer joint? One of the few moments she really took stock of her single status--friends were often required for such outings.
It didn't really occur to her she was asking out a guy friend to a movie on Valentine's. Or how it could potentially be translated. He was there. She was there. If he didn't have plans, why not hang out? "Less you've got other plans? Really, if I'm interrupting something, feel free to tell me off."
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 4:14 am
What exactly was he doing at the mall again?
Dominic had gotten there despite the traffic -- and he didn't realize why until after he'd gotten there and seen all the hearts and all the couples just lapping the whole Valentine's scene stuff up -- and spent much too much time on the bus as a result, but when he got there the nineteen year-old actually forgot why he had to make the trip out in the first place. Still, not being one to let his terrible skill of easily getting distracted by the dumbest things -- this time likely something that had caught his attention while he was on the bus -- deter him, Dom had decided to just enjoy himself. Trips to the mall were few and far between for him, as he much preferred low-key holes in the wall that were littered all across Destiny City. The man liked finding what he considered "gems" in such places. He loved surprises! So the general mainstream of the mall didn't appeal to him all that much, but since he was already there then why not?
He slipped into random stores and looked at basically whatever caught his eye, he wasn't being particularly picky about anything. Dom kept to himself though, and had his headphones on as he bopped his way through the various songs on his playlist as he went. So he didn't notice that a certain someone had seen him, lugging around a couple of bags (shoes and some books) while he contemplated where he should eat for dinner. It wasn't until he felt a pair of arms go around him -- which caught him by surprise at first, naturally -- that he pulled out one of his headphones, ready to ask what the hell was going on until he looked down and realized it was Dani. Returning the hug was like a reflex then, and he even gave her a bit of a squeeze before letting her go.
...what? Friends hugged like that. He did, at least, when he was hugging a girl friend.
The man let his blue eyes take in her outfit as she led him to a table -- he didn't really care that he hadn't come to a decision about dinner as she did -- and as they settled down and she pelted him with questions he just laughed and answered as best he could. "You're not," he replied as she asked again to confirm if he was on a date, waving a hand as though him having a date on Valentine's Day was a ridiculous notion. After a bit more conversation he excused himself briefly and went to grab some food at a nearby Italian stand, returning with a generous portion of lasagna, a small loaf of garlic bread, a small salad and a soda.
So they talked and ate for a while, and he really didn't expect her to ask him out. Not ask him "out" like that, but it still had a similar vibe to it considering the day and all the decorations all over the place. Dom helped down the food with a sip of his soda before replying with a shrug. "Movie? You and me?" he asked, though the "cat lady" bit got a smirk out of him. "Sure, I'll save you from looking like a crazy cat lady. But he couldn't resist, simply because it was true (at least, if his eyes had anything to say about it), so he added, "You make one hell of a sexy cat lady though, if that helps at all?"
Really, Dominic was trying to make a bit more sense out of the situation. Especially after the comment left his mouth, though he wouldn't take it back even if he was given the chance. It was true, so why should he have to? Besides, he and Dani were always exchanging that kind of banter. Just because today happened to be Valentine's Day didn't mean their dynamic had to change at all. At her last comment he huffed, pursing his lips while looking over at her with an almost annoyed sort of look. "You're not, honestly, but if you keep asking I'll dial up one of my lady friends to save me from you," he joked.
Then, as he went back to his lasagna, he just plowed into asking about the details of the impromptu plans. "So which movies were you lookin' at? I haven't really been keeping up so I don't know what's out and stuff."Kailey Koreco Outfit, c/o ... you. XD; Posted for reference~ <3 -- Minor edits, sorry. xP;;
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 12:55 am
"I'm just checking. Dude, last thing I need is a jealous date trying to gouge my eyes out." Danika paused. "And last thing she'd need is a heel to a potentially vital organ," she added in a highly amused tone, head tilted slightly as she thought of how she'd potentially respond to such a theoretical attack. Yeah, someone going for her eyes--regardless of sex or gender--would most definitely get a few hits they likely wouldn't appreciate in turn. Considering her attire though, the slender points the world dared called boot heels were useful impromptu weapons. She'd seen it a few times on TV--the reality crime shows. And the not so reality ones, too. But she flicked her gaze back to Dom with a playful glint in her eyes, quickly accompanied by a wink and catching her tongue between her teeth. "Kidding, I swear." Well not really.
But the lack of date on either's part only solidified her point of they were both free to hang out and catch a flick. Something she'd pondered before even asking him as he'd gone to get his food. The amount he came back with got a very much raised brow from her--and a less than shameful speedy swipe of a small portion of garlic bread that she quickly popped into her mouth before he could try to take it back.
The fact she had fruity breath mints in her purse suddenly became a very prominent thought in her head. One that she quickly shoved away under the air of if they were going to sit in a movie theater, no one near them would appreciate garlic breath.
The questions got her to pout a little. She wasn't asking him out, so why the pause? One friend was asking another friend to see a movie while they were both free. But he took the joke and rolled with it, with had her rolling her eyes. Saving her, indeed. Before she could fling back a proper response, he threw in another line that made her blink once before a smirk of her own moved into place. That was a hell of a line. "Remind me to show you pictures of my Catwoman cosplay at some point." The catsuit was a requirement for such a thing, and worked very easily into his commentary. Still, she gave a light laugh. "But I'd rather not be a cat lady. That just makes me think of cougars, and I'm not a hundred percent convinced I fit that bill."
Then another fact wriggled its way into the forefront of her brain, that the guy making the sexy cat lady comments was, in fact, younger than her.
Something that made her nearly swallow the bite of her sandwich she'd been working on the wrong way, resulting in a speedy dash to her soda to get it down the right tube. And try to move her brain the hell away from whatever strange antics her brain was up to. A quick glance around the food court though to all the hearts and lovey-dovey displays made her chock it all up to that as the culprit.
"Robocop," she said far too quickly to his question. Before she gave him an easy--fake--cheeky grin. "The original was awesome, so I think the remake would be pretty good. Plus. Normal guy turned effective hero by forces beyond his original means?" The obvious jokes wrote themselves on that one.
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 1:11 am
Yeah, he probably ought to have been a little more upset with the threat – even if she meant it as a joke, which he was assuming she did – that Dani was making against a possible, future jealous date, but the guy couldn’t help but be amused by the sight of Dani taking down the other girl with a deadly heel. And since he had personal experience with how the girl handled herself in fights, he didn’t even really consider the other girl winning as a possibility. "No need to check, dude," he returned, brow quirked in their usual quizzical manner. "If I had a date, the mall is the last place I'd take her. But good to know you can hold your own in that situation." Dom was, of course, joking; that damned smile of hers didn't help him fight down a small laugh, though. "Of course you are." No, he wasn’t entirely convinced. It was a see-it-to-believe-it sort of deal, he figured.
It was oddly opportune that the both of them were currently dateless, though he didn’t give it too much thought while going to get food. They both had their reasons, whatever they may be – and no, he didn’t have any immediate plans to rifle through her reasons for not finding a date – and he was about to make another joke about that as he sat down. Only she cut him off as she swiped at his garlic bread. "Hey," he said, narrowing his eyes and glaring at her in a more playful manner than actual annoyance. "Something I ought to remind your future dates about?"
Joke, of course, which he hoped she’d pick up on as he started to munch on his food. The pout at the end of his equally-as-playful questions got a snort out of him; her comeback at his cat woman comment, though, had him widening his eyes in a small bit of surprise. Small, yes, because maybe there was a small, small, small part of him that assumed she’d have that kind of costume somewhere in her closet. "You in that tight leather wouldn’t be a bad idea,just saying," he shot back, still smiling (and trying to look innocent) as he took another bite.
Not a great idea, considering the little cougar detail that followed. Thankfully he hadn’t started to try and swallow yet, so he watched her down her soda and, once he’d gulped the piece of food down, followed suit.
Moving forward with the conversation didn’t seem too bad an idea, and when she spouted off "Robocop" seemingly out of nowhere Dominic just nodded along. "I never saw the original, actually," came his admission as he polished off his garlic bread. "But now that you put it that way, yeah. Sounds cool to me. Dom finished up the rest of his food, almost inhaled it actually, going on the assumption that it'd be starting soon and they didn't really have much more time to kill. He reached for his soda soon enough to wash it all down, then finally thought to ask.
"Any idea what time it starts?"
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