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"Mmm, well, I could have said that, but it just seemed so…expected. I can be impulsive too, you know," she said with a sideways glance, attempting an air of mystery about her. Of course, she was sure that it didn't come off as aloof, but more so teasing - either way, she'd take it for the time being. It was at least something not entirely stupid to say. As she moved over to the car, leaning against the door before asking if he wanted to take a less traditional means of transportation on their little outing, she pretended to pout slightly when he refused her, though his reasoning was not only amusing, but sound as well. Still, he didn't entirely take it off the table for future "non-dates", and that at least brought a smile to her face.

"Ooooooh, alright party-pooper. Next time, I'll put my hair back in one of those ponytail/braid things that biker chicks wear. I think I could rock that, don't you think?" Her smile one again betrayed her sarcasm, laughing softly to herself as he approached the car and proceeded to get in. He mentioned something that sounded like a compliment, Raine pausing slightly at the passing tone of such words. Her expression was both amused and slightly confused looking, as if she wasn't sure whether she should take him seriously or not. Either way, she knew it had to be somewhat sincere - she certainly didn't look bad. It took a very special kind of talent to not look good in jeans and a black tank top - it was a universal fashion statement.

"Complimenting the appearance…that sure sounds like date talk on our non-date to me, no matter what kind of tone you use," she said with a sly sideways glance. Placing the keys in the ignition and bringing the engine to life, the brunette fastened her seatbelt and checked all the mirrors before glancing over at him to make sure that he was wearing his seatbelt as well. Seeing as he was, she smiled, putting the car in drive and pulling out of the garage, choking back a laugh when he mentioned that next time he would give her a piggyback ride if she brought a helmet along.

"Hey, if I can rock a biker braid, I can sure as heck rock a purple helmet. I must say, you're concern about my hair is quite touching," she said without glancing at him as she merged onto the main road, assuming at this point that he was being a bit sarcastic with his statement. It seemed to fit his personality - she would never know if he was being serious or not. At least it was stimulating conversation for the time being - how long her amusement would last would depend on how long he was determined to keep her in the dark.

Once they were safely on the road, heading towards "town", it was a relatively short drive to the little spot she had in mind. They parked in front of a strip of stores, the brunette turning the car off and twisting around to grab her purse out of the back seat.

"Come on, I'm starving," she said with an excited undertone, getting out of the car and walking around to the sidewalk as she waiting for him to do the same. Once he was out of the car, she pressed the lock button on the remote twice to hear the confirmation beep (a bit quirky, she knew), before turning to him with a smile.

"I hope you like asian food," she said simply, staring to walk down the sidewalk backwards and motioning for him to follow her. They ended up in front of a little shop with curtained windows, Raine opening the door and motioning for him to go in ahead of her. It was more more modern on the inside than one might have thought from the outside, a couple college-aged guys lingering behind the counter. One of them smiled at her as she entered behind Felix, the firefly giving him a little wave as she turned her hazel gaze on her non-date.

"It's asian fusion food, so it's all really good. The crab ran goons? to die for."

"You know, some guys find the morning bedhead look sexy. Just sayin'," she said with a glance, her tone suggesting that she was entirely just kidding with him. Her hairs was nearly always fixed, barring some monumental disaster in the middle of the night that required immediate attention. Though, she could understand where he was coming from when he said that the problem of his powers messing up a girl's hair had been an issue in the past. Hopefully that was the only issue - not the fact that he was a mutant in itself. Dating for teenagers was hard enough as it is - throw some awesome powers into the mix and it was often a recipe for disaster. At least he seemed comfortable enough in his own skin not to let something like that bother him. Raine had always been a bit self-conscious - not only about her looks, but her powers as well. She was just trained to hide it all behind a mask of confidence, and there were few people that could pull it off as well as she did.

She was pretty shocked when he said he wasn't sure if he liked asian food - they lived outside New York. Wasn't greasy chinese and thai food a part of their diet? Maybe he just hadn't been around long enough to develop the same addiction that seemed to plague the majority of the city. Even though Raine tried to be healthy when it came to get food (she abhorred working out like some of the others), even she was not immune to the charm of greasy kung pao chicken and a side of potstickers.

His glance towards her as she opened the door for him made her laugh slightly, following him into the restaurant.

"You can make it up to me later," she said with a chuckle, never really understanding the whole door-opening thing. She was perfectly capable of opening doors for herself and other people, and yet men always seemed to have a chip on their shoulder about being able to show their chivalry in such a simple manner. Maybe that's why most of them were so adamant about it - it was the easiest way for them to get their point across without having to put more effort into it. Shaking those thoughts from her mind, she turned her attention to the menu at hand, her expression changing to one of slight shock when he appeared to not know what a crab ran goon was.

"This is just…unacceptable. You're killin' me smalls." A soft sigh escaped her, the brunette ushering the pair up towards the counter. The guy waiting to take their order gave her a smile, her hazel eyes focused on the menu for a moment before she glanced towards Felix. Hopefully he would find something to wet his appetite, otherwise she was going to feel like a real jerk if there was nothing on the menu that looked good to him. I mean, it had a little bit of everything - dishes for the adventurous, and the classic fried rice for those that liked to keep it inside the box. Raine pretty much ordered the same things very time - why mess with perfection?

"Well, I'll take the udon noodles with chicken, extra soy sauce, and a side of crab ran goons. Just water to drink, thanks. What about you Felix? See anything that looks good? It's kind of hard to go wrong here?" Rummaging through her purse to pull out her wallet, she glanced at her companion with a soft laugh as she waited for him to make his selection.

"If you say you've never seen the Sandlot, I might have to just deck you right here and now," she said in a succinct, manner-of-fact way. She might be a "nerd" as many affectionately referred to her, but she at least knew basic cultural references when they were important. And to her, the Sandlot was no joking matter - it made her laugh every single time. They proceeded to order their mean, Raine chuckling to herself at his rather generic order, though her smile seemed to widen into one of incredulity when he referred to her as "brownie." She'd been called a lot of things in her time, but that was certainly not one of them.

By the time she managed to fish her wallet out of her purse, he was already paying, her lips pursing at his sideways glance and smug comment. Of course, she couldn't hold the look for long, putting her wallet away once more as she grabbed two cups for them, melting into another smile.

"Fine, we're even. Though, I have to say that with the compliments and now paying for the food, this is starting to seem suspicious. Just know that I'm onto your game, Sir," she said with a slightly raised eyebrow, offering him one of the cups in her hand so he could get what he wanted from the fountain machine. Turning her back on him slowly, she made her way over to the drinks, pouring herself a glass of water and grabbing a lemon wedge from the container to the side before she turned to spot out a table. It was late enough in the evening that they pretty much had their pick, the brunette making her way over to one in the corner and setting her things down in the booth before scooting in. She waited patiently for him to get his drink and find the table she'd picked out, taking a sip of her water as he sat down as well.

"Alright, I have to admit that this is a lot better than studying," she said with a chuckle, absentmindedly running her finger around the rim of her glass as she tossed her hair over her shoulder. They'd already established that she was the brainy one that would forego the appeal of teenagerish fun in exchange for stellar grades and a hopeful full ride at the university of her choice. Still, she had to admit that she was glad he talked her into ditching the tutoring session and coming out instead. Of course, the words "you were right" wouldn't leave her mouth, at least not for the time being. She couldn't give him that satisfaction on their first day knowing each other. After all, she did have a certain reputation to uphold, be it right or wrong.

A few minutes later, the same guy that took their order brought out their crab rangoons, her hazel eyes lighting up slightly when her plat was set in front of her.

"Ok, so, it's basically a fried wanton stuffed with a cream cheese, chive and crab mixture. I know it wounds weird, but try it," she said with a smile, picking one up from her own plate and taking a bite. As she chewed, she looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to either tell her that she was right, and it was the best thing he'd ever eaten (ok, that might be a bit of a stretch), or to look at her like she was crazy and tell her that she ate some weird weird stuff. Either way, she was in culinary heaven - everything tasted better when she wasn't in a rush to scarf it down and get back to her dorm to work on her paper.

His mentioning that he hadn't seen the Sandlot brought a pained look to her face, one which quickly melted into mock pity as he said he didn't watch a lot of movies when he was a kid. Placing a sympathetic hand on his shoulder and giving it a little pat, she laughed at his smug smile for the latter part of his statement. They always thought they could run.

"Ahh, but that's assuming you can avoid me forever. And let's just face it, I can be kind of magnetic. Plus, I have a feeling you don't want to re-take bio next year, so you'll come back around eventually." She gave him a playful wink as she handed him his drink cup, noting his silence in response to her quip about this seeming suspiciously like a date. Silence was not really an answer, but it was certainly suggestive - she'd drop the subject for the moment though. The worst thing was to think someone was more than it actually was, only to look like a fool later. Raine hated to look like the fool - her track record with men seemed to speak for itself. She rolled her eyes at him as he whined a bit about having to get his own drink, the brunette brushing past him with her own cup in hand as she went to get a table.

"Hey, I save the fancy places, where they serve you drinks and bread before dinner, for serious dates," she said with a sideways glance in passing. It wasn't long before he was seated across from her, setting his drink down as she admitted that he was right about getting out of the library for a bit.

"And how do you cope with the remaining ten percent of the time? At any rate, I highly doubt 'slacker' is something that'll make it's way into my self-description, but it is fun to take the night off once in awhile," she said with a chuckle. The moments they sat in silence between her words and the arrival of their food seemed to last an eternity. She was having a good time, but they were definitely not at that point yet in their friendship, or really acquaintanceship at this point, where they could sit in silence and be perfectly comfortable. She passed the time by taking a sip of her drink once in awhile, smiling at him where appropriate, until their food arrived at the table, her hazel eyes seeming to light up slightly as she thanked the bearer of their side dishes.

"Oh, just try it," she said with a grin as he responded with some uncertainty to her explanation of what exactly went into a crab rangoon. It didn't take her much longer to start into her own place, looking at him as she chewed to try and gauge his reaction to her choice in dinner. He didn't seem to be as enthralled with it as she was, but at least he didn't seem to be hating it either. If that was as good as it was going to get, she'd take it. Next time, if there was a next time, she'd let him pick a place.

The brunette was so tied up in her thoughts that she jumped a bit when he said there was something on her face, pointing towards his own so she could gauge where it was. Setting the food in her hand down on the place once more, she muttered a soft apology out of habit, bringing her napkin up from her lap to brush across her cheek where he motioned. She didn't feel anything, but she took another swipe with the napkin, just to be sure. Of course, it all seemed to click just then, her eyes narrowing slightly, though she smile clashed with the glare she tried to shoot at him.

"Oh, you're an a**," she said with a chuckle, taking a sip of her own drink as she popped the remains of a crab rangoon into her mouth. Once she was finished chewing, she took another drink to wash it down with, looking at him across the table with a slightly smug grin.

"Now, don't forget that you still don't know what I can do. Maybe I'm not the right girl to be messing with." An eyebrow raised as she spoke, adding to an air of mystery she tried to cultivate. Eventually, he'd know that while her powers could be pretty destructive, she'd never intentionally use them in a way to hurt someone she was friends with - until then, it didn't hurt to have a little fun of her own, did it?

"Oh, you can always get another tutor, that's true. But try finding one as tolerant of tardiness and lack of movie knowledge as me, while still getting the same grades." Thankfully, he broke into another smile, otherwise he just might have found out what her powers were right then and there. He could think she was stuck up all he wanted, she hadn't displayed half the hubris he had over the course of the evening. But, being a lady and all, she decided that it was best not to bring that up for now. Besides, the last thing she needed was for him to latch on to her being defensive as evidence that he was indeed correct, yet again, in the short time they'd been together this evening.

As he whined about having to get his own cup, she rolled her eyes slightly, sure that he was joking, but not enough to make a sarcastic remark right at that moment as she made her way towards a table. He took her statement to mean that she thought this was indeed a date, despite all her insistence to the contrary, which caused her to laugh slightly.

"Now who has an overinflated opinion of themselves? If I thought this was a date, you'd know." Giving him a playful wink once more, she settled into a table, grinning as he winked at her once more and took a sip of his drink. He was never going to let that one go, she had a feeling, and the funny part of it all was that they hadn't even known each other that long. Their conversation once more turned to him, however, and his shockingly high rate of being correct when she called into question the remainder of the time. He responded with a shrug, before insisting that he was exaggerating. Breathing out a laugh as she leaned forward to take a drink from her cup, as he explained just why she wasn't meant to be a slacker.

"Hey, don't get used to it. I said it was fun, but I'm lucky if I get a few hours a night off between classes and all my other obligations. And with college applications coming up, the pressure's just going to get that much higher," she said with a small shrug. The passed a few moments in silence, until their food came, thankfully noting that he seemed almost as uncomfortable for the silence between them that she did. He seemed a bit hesitant at first, though she told him to just try it, which he agreed to. Of course, then he decided to play a classic practical joke on her, by telling her that she had something on her face. She took two swipes at her cheek with the napkin in her lap before she realized that he was just pulling a prank, breaking into an involuntary smile and calling him an a** to show that she at least got the joke, whether or not she found it as amusing as he did. Apparently, the look on her face was all he was going for, causing her to shake her head slightly.

"Glad I could oblige," she said simply, replacing her napkin in her lap as she popped the rest of the uneaten crab rangoon into her mouth. She warned him that he still didn't know what she could do, and therefore he should probably be careful about pulling pranks on her. He then retorted that he no longer cared what her powers were, because she was probably not the kind of person that would use them in any way he would find amusing. Feigning shock as he spoke, she pressed her palm to her chest for a moment, looking incredulous as she leaned forwards over the table ever so slightly.

"I'll have you know that I have tons of fun with my powers, thank you very much. It's just that some of us can kill if we joke around with them too much, while I'm sure the best you can do is pants someone without getting caught." Sure, it was a challenge, but at the same time, she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of revealing it now. For one, it'd been built up too much, and for another, he was just asking to get zapped when he least expected it. Leaning back as the waiter brought the rest of their food order out to them, she continued to grin cheekily at him as she unwrapped her fork from the bundle it was given in. Dinner was certainly taking an interesting turn.

“I didn’t forget that you’re nothing like me.  Trust me, you’ve made that abundantly clear,” she responded, though her words were likely muffled from behind her hand, hiding the fact that she was mid-chew.  How someone could be so nonchalant about their grades was a bit beyond her honestly, though she fully admitted that she was in the minority when it came to her desire for success in school.  But, if she was going to get into the Ivy League, she would have to put the time and energy in now.
 
His expression never really waivered, so she wasn’t exactly sure how seriously he was considering getting another tutor to get away from her actually making him do the work.  His comment on her being easy on the eyes made her laugh slightly, hazel eyes rolling heavenward as she leaned against an elbow on the table.  Again, the topic of whether their time together was a date or not, with the firefly continuing to insist that it wasn’t despite his constant teasing to the contrary.
 
“Oh come on, you know what I mean.  There’s totally a spectrum.  There’s getting to know you.  That’s not a date – this is not a date,” she started, motioning in a small circle with her fork towards him and then herself to emphasize her point.
 
“Then there’s the hook up, going out, finding someone, spending some time together, going home.  There’s the casual date, just seeing if it’s someone you want to hang out with in a more intimate setting.  And then there’s the “serious dates”, where you go somewhere fancy, get dressed up really nice, hit the town.”  Her tone was as matter-of-fact as it could be, tossing her curls over her shoulder as she popped another bite of food into her mouth.  Raine was never really the “throw yourself at a man” type.  There was never really time for that.
 
“You don’t agree?”
 
He seemed genuinely upset that she refused to acknowledge that she even had the potential to be a slacker, Raine laughing as he tsked his tongue at her and called her a killjoy and suggested that she get a boyfriend.  Instantly, an eyebrow raised, again releasing a laugh as he was quick to clarify that he was in no way offering up his services in that department.
 
“Please, gears?  We’d be a train wreck,” she responded, shaking her head at the mere thought.  This was their first real meeting, and already it was clear that they would agree on very few things, if any at all.  He decided that it was a great time to play a little practical joke on her, which Raine didn’t find quite as funny as he really did.  Of course, she threatened him with her power, which he still didn’t know the details of, though apparently he no longer had any interest in learning just what she could do.
 
“Hey, I have fun,” she responded in a suddenly defensive tone, hazel eyes wide as the blunt end of her fork moved inward to press against her chest for a moment before setting back into the food before her to dispatch of another bite.
 
“I’m learning cribbage.  And, I’ll have you know, I am quite the trivia buff.”  He would never know if she was joking or not – really, she wasn’t.  But at least it got him talking about his power a little bit, the brunette chuckling when he mentioned using his power to pants people, amongst other fun things that he didn’t seem willing to talk about.  She could only imagine what kind of trouble his power and personality combination could get him into, and what that was going to mean for the Omegas.  If it meant a bigger headache for the Omega leader, however, she was all for it.
 
He leaned back in his chair, eyes scanning her face, and once again she felt like she was under scrutiny.  Was he trying to get her to fall for another prank?  Or was he seriously taking note of something on her face?  Clearing her throat as she lowered her drink from her mouth, she finally opened her mouth to speak, a slightly exasperated expression spreading across her features.
 
“What now?”

"Bad, good, it doesn't make that much of a difference, does it?" A hint of amusement tugged at the corners of her lips, wondering just how they were ever going to get along if they were so different. Still maybe they wold rub off on each other over time - he could stand to take some things a little more seriously and Raine would be lying if she said she didn't need to lighten up once in awhile. But she wasn't going t become some sort of slacker like he apparently wanted her to be - that was just to her style in tens lightest. He's learn that, as their time together continued. She could have fun, though, that would hopefully become clear as well.

He mentioned that he didn't know exactly where he would be in five to ten years, which caused the brunette to tilt her head to the side, slightly. Surely he thought that he had more options than that - he had to do something, right? She, of course, already knew where she wanted to end up. Yale was the first step, though from there she was still debating an MBA, or maybe law school. That she still had a few years to think about.

It seemed that they had a hard time deciding whether this was a date or not, each insisting that the other thought it was. She attempted to explain the spectrum of cross-gender outing, but he again threw it back at her, saying that she was the one that said it was a date and now was trying to retract her statement to save face. It was clear that she was never going to win with him. That was just something that she was going to have to accept at some point.

"Fine, we'll call it whatever you want to call it. Casual date it is. Though, I'd like to point out, I wanted to study, like we were supposed to. You're the one that didn't want to stay safely in the library, going over flashcards. So, sure I asked you if you wanted to get some food, but you practically forced me into it. That's the story I'm sticking to." And the story that everyone else would likely believe, though she didn't dare say that aloud. It was funny, however, that while she knew he was joking, he suggested that she get a girlfriend before quickly removing himself as an option. Even the brunette knew that it was just a bad idea, and even said so, to which he coyly remarked that while it would be a train wreck, people still got on trains.

"Actually, I think passenger train patronage is down in the wake of air travel, so your point is still true, but slightly dated." Her tone had such an air of authority about it that it could be easy to miss the jest in her remark, casting him a grin as she brought her drink to her lips to wash down the bite of food in her mouth. Going from that to the remark that she didn't know how to have fun, the firefly seemed wounded by the assertion, attempting to defend herself. It was clear from his expression that he didn't quite believe her, her mouth and eyes widening when he called her a nerd.

"I am not a nerd! Alright, Mr. Cool, what is your definition of fun? A night of pranks and juvenile debauchery?" She felt his eyes scanning her, at first attempting to ignore them before finally putting her drink down and asking him what he was looking at, almost as if she expected him to give her some sort of answer. She should have known better, even though they had not known each other all that long. He said it was nothing, hazel eyes remaining on him as if she were trying to decide if he was being serious or not.

"Do you enjoy being a jerk, or are you just that good at it?" Her napkin casually brushed across her face, hoping to get whatever it was, if there was anything there, that he had been staring at this time around. Her tone was still amused, though there was some genuine curiosity in her tone as she looked at him, still trying to figure him out. It was likely a futile effort, but she felt the need to try anyways. Raine was usually the one in control of those kinds of things - it was weird that she was having such a hard time now.