[Backdated] Something fun for a change!

[theshortestbird]

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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[skysplits]

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

[theshortestbird]

"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."

[skysplits]

"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."

[theshortestbird]

"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.

[skysplits]

"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."

[theshortestbird]

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."

[skysplits]

"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?"

[theshortestbird]

"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."