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Bell never caught on that the dinner thing was a 'date' until she was standing there in front of her closet fussing over what to wear. Any other time she hadn't given much thought to he attire but this time her subconscious had told her that maybe this time she should, and then it was sudden epiphany. And then she wanted to face palm at her self. And then the real fretting began.

Fretting that really didn't have much to do with clothes.

Like...

Okay so it was a logical thing - people asked if they were together all the time when they were doing Beauty and the Beast. And yeah, she had classed him under 'hot as hell' since the day - night - she'd met him. She'd kindly omit the fact that she always wondered how the hell Tallulah had snagged that.... They kinda did spend a lot of time together, didn't they? And even as crappy about life as Bell felt, she did enjoy said time.

Were either of them really ready for this kind of thing? A lot of people would say 'you have to be able to stand on your own before you can stand beside someone,' but quite frankly...Bell doubted those people had half the weight on their shoulders that the two of them had. 'It's not fair to use someone for your own [emotional] benefit!' another little thing she'd seen people post on 'the Facebook.' And yeah, she kind agreed with that but...

So why did she keep coming up with exceptions for everything that said this was a no go?

Okay, so there was an answer - 'cause she wanted to give it a shot.

But could it work?

That wasn't exactly something anyone could say for sure on.

Jamie was nothing like Xavier, which Bell could only count as a good thing. So... So yeah. Yeah, she'd give it a shot.

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Bell left the house looking rather unintentionally similar to a certain video game character (sans the glasses) and a little while later arrived at the designated place, and took a moment after she got out of the car to use it's reflective surface to fuss at her hair, which was braid-free, straightened, and fell loosely.

Bell jumped a little before turning around, "Thanks - Not lookin' too bad yourself. Hope I didn't have you waiting too long." One could never judge the traffic in Destiny City. There was always some road closure or another, depending upon how blown up parts of the city got.

As for the steak...

"Absolutely," She smiled. Now, whether either of them was truly ready for this date.. Well, ready or not this was happening, and...yeah. Whether it worked would depend on just how bad they wanted it to.

"M'kaay~" She gave a smile that spoke amusement, if not challenge. Alas, don't think she won't find other means of balancing the financial scales, male ego be damned. Luckily she was pretty thrifty and cost-conscious anyway.

She had been lending some thought to the vacation thing, but hadn't put any great amount of research in to it, but at least there was an idea.

"At least there's no peanut shells on the floor, hn?" Bell said, with a small shoulder bump. The decor really didn't surprise her that much, given the Celtic Cafe where she frequented also had similar decorating practices. Maybe she was just use to clutter.

And yes, steak. Just about anything could be forgiven with a good steak.

The dinner rush of people seemed to have either not yet begun, or ended already - Bell would reckon on 'not yet begun.' Either way, finding a place to sit was no problem. A nice corner with few others near by seemed like a nice spot. The only intrusion would have been the taxidermy hanging on the corner post of the wall, but even that wasn't too bizarre.

"Hmn," Bell feigned thinking for a momentt, "a moose would work better as a coat rack, but it might clash with all the other decor."

The menu was given a casual glance - there were only a few things Bell would think of pairing with a steak, but it didn't hurt to make sure said things were available. Some would say you could tell a lot about someone why what they have with their steak.

Afterwards, she sat the menu back down, folded her hands on top of the table and cut right to things...perhaps a bit more abruptly than intended.

"So, this is a thing." There seemed to be an inability to say 'date,' but she figured he'd catch her meaning. "I guess I wasn't paying too much attention when you asked, cause I didn't catch on until, well, maybe an hour ago," she bit her lip, embarrassed at her self a little bit. "But I'm willing to give the couple thing a shot."

Bell knew it could be difficult dating an actress, especially one who pushed for large, demanding roles, and she knew that they were both still probably somewhat 'damaged goods' when it came to more tender emotion, but... Well, she realized now that she kinda really wanted this to work. And surely he'd already considered those things..

Word barf was amusing, and Bell just sat there and listened, a calm smile on her face.

Then she gave a laugh, which more qualified more as blowing more air out one's nose than usual, rather than a laugh, and replied in an attempt at humor, "You blew up a giant goop youma and got it all in my hair - that sticks with someone."

It at least certainly left an impression, but it also served to show how far they'd come from being the rookie sailor scouts to the people they were now, even if the war wasn't as large a part in their lives anymore.

"And I mean that in a good way. You've put up with more of my ranting and raving than any sane person should have to, and keep coming back for more. You're not an idiot. You're insane. But I like that."

"Can't say~ I've never been to my little star. From what I hear they're mostly nothing but rubble and ruins anyway. A few scattered memories here and there. But the past is the past. I'd rather not get any notions about star-crossed destinies if I can help it."

And it was perhaps all for the better - anything that awaited Bell there would have only caused her more trouble than it was worth.

"Those shorts were a fashion faux paux, and I can not imagine they were all that fun in winter. I for one, am thankful my skirt has a train now. For what little good it does."

At least their waitor or waitress had not yet made their way over at the time though, or that would have certainly been an odd conversation to walk in on.

"Hmn, I think it just complicates an already complicated situation. Although if it could be used as some plot device to bring a suitable closing to the play...."

Even if it wasn't true to life - for if it was, surely this war would be over by now - it would make for decent story telling. Even if it was a little cliche.

At least they were on the same page with the whole 'past life/worlds' thing. Although part of Bell's dislike for it may have had something to do with how upset and inconsolable Xavier would be when he'd return from his homeworld. Like, seriously, why go if it's going to upset you? There was enough in the here and now to be upset about, so there's no point in LOOKING for something to upset you. That was how she saw it anyway.

Bell cast another quick glance at the laminated menu, "So~..." Bell looked over her shoulder, "You'd think someone would have been here already to get our drink order at least."