[ for Ren it's simple. she horsegirled so hard she forgot to date like a normal teenager. who has time for dates when you have competitions and practice and coaching? she's always been a strictly one night stand blowing off some steam kind of girly.
hence the automatic assumption of horny dating. ]
how badly will i be roasted if i say pizza? i never get to eat pizza
ive never actually eaten mcds my family have a lot of strong opinions on food is fuel and all that anything with chemicals or preservatives was like a strict no Coaches are pretty similar too
[That's all he sends before he'll show up in his attempt to match thematically - he's got a casual vibe that he probably could've refined a little better but nobody's going to be looking at him anyway. He knocks on her door for pick up, all the while chewing his lower lip with the slightest hint of nervous anticipation.]
[ Ren would like to pretend she wasn't loitering by the door from 5:50 onwards. But she was. She hadn't been able to get out of her head that he wouldn't actually show up - not because she thought he would flake but there's a whole host of reasons someone might not show. The knock has barely finished reverberating through the door before it's pulled open.
He'd said to dress hot. He'd requested a cocktail dress. Ren had gone for the bombshell look in a skin-tight dress, her dark hair cajoled into loose waves. She beams a smile at him. ]
[Said appreciatively, not so much surprised - but his eyes did dart down before making their way back up to her face. After which he seems the slightest bit shier making eye contact - it's not an issue for him to be crude but the second it feels intimate in a serious...er way, he's. Struggling. Until he makes the smoothest recovery:]
You said to dress hot. [ In a tone of; well you asked for it. ] You wash up well yourself.
[ Ren glances over her shoulder and grins back into the room. ] Oh, hang about, my Dad wants to meet you before we go. [ And she'll let him sweat for about three seconds before pulling the door all the way over and revealing there's nobody in the room with a mischievous grin. Got to cut that tension somehow, right? ]
[She keeps him on his toes. He likes that? If he wasn't already smitten, he would be, with a soft (relieved) laugh and a shake of his head - that was cruel, girl. Cruel.]
Do you want me to sweat through this shirt before we even get to dinner?
Aw, c'mon. Dads scare you that badly? He's not even a peer of the realm anymore.
[ Besides, what's there to be scared of? Her father hasn't left the family estate in years now. He'll hear about this, she has no doubt, but she's under no demand to answer him. Not given the current state of their relationship. ]
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