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fandomtownies2011-07-26 07:55 pm
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Outback Steakhouse, Tuesday evening
Quinn stomped snow off her boots as she made her way to the restaurant's hostess stand for her date with Puck. Good old Outback: Even when your island was in a frozen wasteland in the middle of July, the Blooming Onions tasted about the same as they did in Lima. Quinn was immeasurably grateful for that.
She gave Puck a slight, frazzled smile. It felt like a long time since they'd done a couple thing, and she was eager for the night out. "I think my fingertips are numb inside my mittens," she announced, as they waited to be seated. "How are yours?"
[OOC: Open restaurant, but Quinn's here for one.]
She gave Puck a slight, frazzled smile. It felt like a long time since they'd done a couple thing, and she was eager for the night out. "I think my fingertips are numb inside my mittens," she announced, as they waited to be seated. "How are yours?"
[OOC: Open restaurant, but Quinn's here for one.]