Totally a date. At least Sherry would have said so, but she liked the idea of it being a date.

Boots on and scarf deliberately left on the bed, Sherry grinned at Jake for half a moment before marching over to grab his arm and pull him towards the door. She had the fingers of one hand entwined with one of his before they'd even made it out of his door, and she intended to keep them that way all the way out of the building and beyond.

It was a beautiful night (if one could forget about the insanity beast tromping around the shorelines and whatnot) and Sherry really couldn't think of a better way to spend it.