Ching Tai, Saturday Evening

[electrocynic]

Sarah supposed paying for dinner was preferable to the yelling she'd expected to have to withstand. And since (she thought) she would be leaving next week, it seemed like a nice ending to her stint in Fandom to go out for one last time.

So, she was waiting for Guy outside Ching Tai. She hadn't dressed up particularly fancy for the occasion (which would turn out lucky later), so it was just normal attire in the usual hues of black and grey and the kind of green that made her mocking of Guy's uniform seem a little hypocritical. And, okay, there was probably a little more cleavage on show than when she was teaching.

Things seemed livelier than general this evening, but normal enough on this particular street. For now.

[ooc: For that dude, and PAINTBALL MADNESS MWAHAHA.]

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[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

Well. At least the extra cleavage wouldn't go to waste with Guy around?

But he had, on the other hand, dressed a little nicer than normal. Because it wasn't like he got to go on dates often, so... shut up.

"You made it."

[electrocynic]

"Amazingly," Sarah rasped, putting out her cigarette with a little smirk his way. And an idly longer look at his clothes. Just because she hadn't made an effort (or didn't even really own any nicer clothes – it wasn't like she'd gone on dates since Alex) didn't mean she couldn't appreciate it on someone else.

"So did you, as long as we're pointing out the obvious."

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

Guy snorted, glancing down at her outfit as well. "If we're gonna keep that up, might as well say you look nice."

[electrocynic]

"And you don't look unfortunate." She was amazing at compliments. Really. She inclined her head towards the door. "Shall we go in, then?"

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

Awww, she was the sweetest.

Guy opened the door, waving her on in. "Don't try too hard there."

[electrocynic]

Sarah smirked. "Oh, I never do." Except when trying to disappoint her parents. (It was a thing, don't judge.) She sailed past him into the restaurant, making no remark about any gentlemanliness. "It's not my style."

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

Well, if it was any consolation, this also gave him a nice view of her ass. So...

"Then why bother with the whole cape b.s.?

[electrocynic]

Shrug. "What else'm I supposed to do?" she wondered, galncing around before lazily at the waiter to come seat them, as if they couldn't find an empty table by themselves. "Grew up into this job. And non-powered jobs suck balls."

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

Guy wasn't about to wait for the oddly scarce waiting staff to come take them to a table. Instead, he continued on his way forward to pick one himself.

"I don't know..." he said, turning to face her as he walked backwards. "Something you like?"

[electrocynic]

Sarah scoffed at that. "Generally people don't want to pay you to sit around smoking and getting smashed."

At least she was honest about her interests.

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

"Sure they do," he replied once he found a table to his liking. "It's called reality TV."

[electrocynic]

"I'm not stupid enough for that," Sarah said, rolling her eyes as she went to take a seat. "That one messed up weekend was enough of that shit for me."

She wasn't Alex and his never-ending quest for pointless fame.

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

"That's all you want to do then? Nothing about helpin' people?" he asked, taking the other seat.

Seriously, where was that waiter?

[electrocynic]

"People," Sarah informed him, "are ungrateful bastards."

So that'd be a no. She glanced around again. No waiter, though she thought there was rustling coming from behind some of the potted plants.

Eh. "It's just something to do to pay for a hot meal and a beer every once in a while."

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

"...you get paid?" How was that shit fair?

[electrocynic]

"Mostly by sponsors and shit," Sarah shrugged. "And the SPA takes care of its own. It's not a very lucrative business if you're not a top tier hero, if that's what you're thinking."

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

"Not thinking about it," Guy assured her. "I own a bar back on Oa for money."

[electrocynic]

"You own a bar?" Sarah asked, actually curious. ... Huh. That was a new one. "What kind?"

Like she was an expert.

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

"Just a bar," he replied with a shrug. "With the finest alcohol I can scrounge up that won't won't blind or kill half the corps."

[electrocynic]

"The whatnow?"

Asked with a glance towards the plants across the room. She could have sworn they'd just moved.

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

Guy was just going to eye that as well for a moment. "Green Lantern Corps. Like... intergalactic peacekeepers. Only four members are from Earth at the moment."

[electrocynic]

"Well that must make you pretty special then," Sarah drawled. Still a bit distracted. "Should I feel honoured by your presence?"

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

"Nah, got lucky. Never pegged you as a groupie." A beat. "Is our waiter hiding?"

With a paintball gun.

[electrocynic]

"Don't be ridiculous."

Except...

"Is he?"

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

There was a scream that was probably supposed to be intimidating as their elusive NPC server burst out from behind a few potted plants with paintball gun in hand. He also appeared to have dressed up like Rambo for this experience, so...

Fandom as per usual.

"You gotta be kidding me."