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"You just want to see me get drunk." She teased, plucking the drink menu from between the condiments and silver metal holder that kept the tiny table organized. Opening up, it was clear that she was indeed way over her head when it came to picking from this menu, regardless of the fact it was significantly smaller than the much larger food one.

There were all sorts of fancy names attached to lists of ingredients - vodkas, rums, names she couldn't even begin to try to pronounce. Going with a wine seemed too plain - and the more she read through the menu, the more she realized that KittyKat was right in the fact that she probably would end up complaining if she didn't bite the bullet and booze it up on this most special of days.

Before she had time to even begin to fathom on what to order, the appetizers arrived. She allowed Kat to slide the bread basket to the side, watching as the waitress placed both delicious looking plates on the table before beginning her next order.

"I want something sweet - cotton candy or strawberry, preferably. Dealer's choice, I don't care about price."

Her finger waved over the menu, pointing at the laminated words as she stared down the waitress. "But it has to have alcohol. And sweetness. And pink."

The exasperated waitress hurried off, determined to convince the bartender to come up with the most expensive pink drink they could find on the menu for this particular brat.

Daddy wouldn't care about the price either - at least, not until this month's credit card bill came in the mail.

Leftovers was not a concept that Prissy was familiar with. You ate fresh food and then the remains were carried away... to wherever they were carried off to. It was no concern to her, not as long as she always had food in front of her when she requested it. Simple as that.

Using her fork and knife, she lifted one of the four large orbs from the plate in front of her, onto her smaller saucer. As her companion began to question her date, a wry smile curled up on the sides of her lips. Her knife sliced through the fried ball, wisps of steam beginning to curl from within it. The macaroni smelled absolutely divine, enough so that she gently placed her utensils down and took a moment to whip out her iPhone and snap a few pictures of their meal before it disappeared completely.

One button further and the image was uploaded up to her twitter, no doubt with the intentions of sharing her meal with the world. It was only then that she glanced up and the wry smile turned smug.

"The painting was pretty boring...but my date was certainly not."

Returning to her fork, she lifted up a piece of macaroni, coated with both cheese and the fried shell. Popping the bite in her mouth, she savored the flavor before swallowing, the grin still plastered over her face. "For such a stuffy event, he was quite refreshing."

Swallowing her bite, Prissy promptly stuck out her tongue towards the other girl. "I'm sorry if no one told you, but frying your veggies kind of voids the whole healthy aspect of them. And here," she used her fork to plop a fried orb onto the other girl's plate without warning, "Try it. You'll see."

Thankfully, it was around this time that the waitress returned with the highly anticipated alcoholic beverage. As promised, it was delightfully pink, making Prissy all the more eager to give it a try.

Pressing her lips against the side of the glass, she took a hesitant sip, then a second. The alcohol tingled as it went down, but the sugary taste of whatever the bartender had mixed in with it compensated for the burn. She would have complimented the taste, but the conversation still dangled on her more recent favorite topic and she was more than happy to return to talking about it. Or, in this case, hinting about it.

"Mmmhm."

Setting the glass down, it was hard to suppress the cheshire grin she really wanted to give the other girl. "His name is Chase and he was quite the gentleman."

Her distraction worked, or else Prissy was too self-absorbed in the conversation about herself to notice the attempt that had been made at distracting her. Probably a mix of both.

Another sip washed down the additional bite of cheese, the pinkette now noting the warm and fuzzy feeling that was slowly washing itself over her. Was this what drinking felt like? Or maybe it was just unusually warm in the restaurant tonight? Her eyes glanced at the remaining mac and cheese balls - those would probably have to be carried off, if she were to keep room for dinner and dessert. When it came to cheesecake, she was more than willing to forego half of her entree to ensure she had enough space for sweets.

"Chase Black. I think that's a very respectable name. Took me out for ice cream, after the fact - and brought me flowers."

She left out the fact that they didn't actually stay for the art gallery's event, but that was a tiny detail that didn't need disclosing. Let Kat think they had spent all of the evening together!

She looked at the other girl as if she'd sprung a second head as she referenced Harry Potter and what the even heck she was talking about. Serious Black? That sounded like a rapper's name. KittyKat didn't seem like the rapper type, but then again, Harry Potter could be a rap band, for all she knew. Maybe some metal group or some silly book thing she was yammering about.

"You're a nerd."

There, problem surmised and dismissed.

"Yes and yes. I'll show you later." She nodded in approval upon seeing dinner arrive. The steak was, as usual, cooked to perfection and she took delight in cutting through to inspect the meat for it's pinkness.

Handwaving off the half-eaten macaroni balls and almost-full bread basket, she began her meal, only pausing briefly before her first bite to add, "It was a rather large bouquet, too."

Another swift slice and the knife slid through her filet mignon, the fork in her other hand poised to steady the meat perfectly. She seemed to be considering her companion's suggestion, eyes glancing off to the side - perhaps in search of the wayward waitress who was busy attempting to seat the newest couple in the restaurant?

"It's pointless here, honestly."

The sour note was detectable, Prissy doing absolutely nothing to hide her disdain. It may have been the fact that she'd already taken to googling what sort of celebration the Cheesecake Factory had to offer birthday girls or maybe she was just psychic. Either way, Google (or her amazing psychic abilities) had foretold that the only celebrating the restaurant did was offer a shot glass sized "mini" hot fudge sundae to the birthday celebrant.

What a joke.

Chewing the tender piece of meat, she slowly swallowed before adding, "I'd much rather just order one of their cheesecake slices - I'm sure the amount of whipped cream could be increased, for such an occasion."

Glancing at her plate, she realized her fries would remain untouched - there was no way she was going to be able to eat her entire plate and a slice of cheesecake...and no way was she ever going to say no to dessert!

"You are saving room for some cheesecake aren't you, KittyKat?"

"S'mores. Or Oreo Extreme. Or Strawberry."

The decision was probably the most difficult thing she'd have to deal with the entire evening - food was food, but dessert was by far the most important meal of the day, for her. It didn't help that the menu offered a good twenty or so options, all that sounded decadent and heavenly to her taste buds.

The pink mystery drink was halfway gone, the lovely buzz feeling going through her now ever-present. At the mention of the beverage, she gingerly picked up the glass and took another swallow - there wouldn't be much left of it, after a few more sips.

"Delicious," she assured her dining companion, moving to offer her the glass in an almost dare-like fashion, "Would you care to try it, before I finish it off?"

She opened her mouth to respond just as the pink bedazzled iPhone lit up, a chipper, bubbly tune chirping from its speakers as the screen grew pink and the phone itself began to buzz, sliding around the small table as it vibrated urgently. Prissy glanced down at the screen, a single finger moving out to slide across the alarm's Snooze option.

Hmph.

"Movie is starting soon." Her steak was half finished, but she was more than full from the portion she was able to stuff down, in between alcohol and pink lemonade. "I suggest we come back and pick up some cheesecake on our way out - you can ask the bartender about the drink then? I won't remember."

One hand moved out, waving dismissively. The other moved to her purse, plucking out her billfold. A platinum credit card was slid out of its nestled home, then moved to the air and was waved around impatiently. It would probably do her good to sit back in one of the movie theater's chairs, giving her time to digest before she stuffed more food in her mouth.

"Waitress, check please."