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[Backdated] Something fun for a change!

Who: Tim Drake and Quinn Fabray
When: February 9th, right before siren.
Where: Quinn's apartment and then a restaurant.
Summary: Tim promised her better then Breadstix food. So he's making good on that promise.
Warnings: None that I can think of.

On the one hand, Tim hadn't been on anything resembling a date in a very, very long time. The last one he could actually remember was a group date with Zoanne, a pretty girl from his Physics class. Unfortunately, he had fallen asleep on the roller coaster they were riding, and she left upset.

This time would go much better. Especially since he wasn't even sure if it was technically a date or not. But he was going to show Quinn that she could have some fun, here in the port. That not everything was bad in this place, and if anything, the food and the people made up for it. It was getting later, the sun starting to set, and Tim ran his fingers through his hair, double checking his face in the glass of the window and ringing up the apartment.

"Hey, Quinn, it's Tim!" He pressed the button again, speaking into the comm.

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Date or not, Quinn bothered to look her best. She reminded herself to go shopping for clothes soon, but for now a sweet white dress would do. She let her hair down from its pony tail.

A moment later she hurried down, leaving a note for Santana and Finn that she'll be back later. Her smile was small but sincere; it'll be nice to do something normal for a change.

"Hi."

"Hey," Tim grinned, clearly excited. He was holding one hand behind his back; what could it be? Flowers, maybe? Something tasteful?

Nope. He pulled out a helmet from behind his back, holding it out to her. "You look really nice tonight, and I know this doesn't go with your outfit, but you're going to need this."

She stared at the helmet for a second before laughing a bit, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh? What for?"

"One thing my dad always taught me to do was to keep safety first," Tim remarked, unbuckling the helmet and setting it gently on her head. "And considering how we're getting to the restaurant, safety is a number one concern."

He took a step back with a grin, gesturing to the motorcycle parked next to the curb.

She grinned, laughing a bit.

"Seriously? Oh my God - I've never been on one of those - !" then glancing his way she grinned a bit, "if you drive quickly just to scare me I'll hit you when we get there."

"If I do anything dangerous, you have full permission to hurt me as bad as you can. Just don't bruise my face, because then I'd have to awkwardly explain why I got punched by a girl, and I think my boss might laugh at me for that," Tim joked. "But, this way, we don't have to be out in the darkness any longer then we have to. So. If you'll follow me, we'll have some fun."

He offered his hand all gentlemanly-like with a large smile.

"I'll consider the face thing," she said, grinning as she took his hand. "Because I'm nice like that."

"Like a spear through the heart, thank you," Tim joked, leading her carefully down the steps and to the bike on it's kickstand.

"One leg over the side, and balance as best you can on the back; remember to make sure your helmet is one tight. When I get on, slide forward and put your arms around my waist, and then we'll go," He nodded, motioning for her to get on. Once she got on, he'd get on carefully in front of her, putting his own helmet on and checking the engine.

[ Laughing into his shoulder, she held tight, less nervous than she thought she'd be. ]

This is going to be so awesome.

It'll be fun, trust me. [Tim laughed, making sure his own helmet was on straight before revving the engine. Lifting up his feet, he kicked the kickstand up, and off they went. It wasn't so much that they needed to balance themselves on it; the centrifugal force kept them up.

He couldn't turn back to ask her how she was, so he raised a hand, the other steadying themselves as he made a thumbs up sign.]

[ She gave a small squeal that turned into a giggle as they went off; not daring to unhook her arms - you're a crazy person, Tim, she decided - she just tightened her hold for a second to assure him she's fine. ]

[Awesome. Making a turn, he listened to the GPS in his headset for a moment, making sure to find the right way to the restaurant. He didn't dare go too fast, or making any sharp turns; if anything, it was more of a lazy drive, the darkness slowly approaching.

The sirens went off a few minutes before they got to the place, and that was fine. From siren, they had at least seven minutes to get out of the dark, and he smoothly drove into the protective parking garage next to the building. He let the engine come to a halt as he found a decent parking spot in a place that would let the darkness proofing cover the bike.]

Ok - I admit, that was so awesome.

[ impressed smile is a go. ]

And here you were worried. [Grins, teasing gently.] I told you we'd have some fun tonight. And we don't have to be in the darkness for it, either.

"Alright, I give, you were right," she said, raising her hands in mock surrender. "What is this place?"

"This, my friend, is one of the best little Italian places that I've found in this city. And I even found out that they have as many breadsticks as you could ever want. Which might amount to two baskets or something, but I don't think anyone has ever tested it, so," Tim grinned, grabbing the door handle and opening the door. "After you."

"I'll never tell Santana about this place. She'll freak and come here and eat a hundred or something," she smiled, before entering and looking around.

"it's pretty here."

"As long as she then tells everyone how amazing this place is, they might not mind it," Tim laughed. The place was decorated with twinkling lights in the ceiling, to mimic the stars outside, and there were paintings everywhere, all hung tastefully on the walls.

There were different tables and booths around, and there were some extremely wonderful smells coming from the kitchen. Tim went to the man at the podium and gave his name with a grin. Following him, the waiter set two menus down at a booth.

"Is this good?" Tim asked Quinn.

"Are you kidding? it's awesome," she said, taking off her jacket. "So much better than Breadstix already."

Flipping through her menu, her tone remained light, "so, what are the other fortes of this city? I mean, people work right? And I heard there's a school."

Flipping through his own menu, Tim already knew what he wanted. He was a big fan of pasta, how could he not know? Plus he had the advantage of checking the place out beforehand.

"The schools here are pretty good. There's Hawthorne University, and there's a ton of other ones, like, regular public schools. And people work here. There's a lot of jobs open for people here, which is always nice. What else..." He hummed for a moment. "There's sports teams, and a nice stadium. A really cool video arcade, if that's your thing? Some really nice clubs, and the beach."

"If there's sports maybe I can do cheerleading, it's what I do at home," she mused. "Santana might want in too and stuff. That's how we became friends, the Cheerios."

"Alright - what should I get?"

"That'd be really cool, actually," Tim grinned. "Cheerleaders are pretty awesome. And I don't mean just from a guy's standpoint. They have to really know what they're doing, with all the flips and stuff."

He set his menu down. "I guess it depends? Red sauce, cheese sauce, vodka sauce... any pasta with sauce... chicken? Beef? I'm a pasta guy myself."

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