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It's donation day, and you're squatting against the wall, trying your best to not get your face licked by several dogs while you wait for Penny to come out of the manager's office. A retriever has managed to break past your defenses and is currently resting it's chin on your head, when you are saved by one of the volunteers. "Get outta here Poncho, you big stupid lug," he laughs, shooing the rest of the dogs away as well. They pad away miserably and give you the old 'puppy dog eyes' trick, that is eerily effective, even though you've been told that Poncho is at least 10 years old. But the volunteer just points and they shuffle off somewhere. You turn to thank them, but the volunteer has also disappeared down a corridor, leaving you all by yourself in silence.

"Ready to go?" Penny's voice suddenly says behind you, making you jump into the air. After pulling off a few of your best kung fu poses, with accompanying wat-cha's, you realize what's just happened and straighten up. Penny is doing her best not to laugh and red-faced, you tell her that you are, and blow a raspberry at her. Her self control reaches it's limit and she's laughing her head off on the way to the car.

"It's not that funny," you protest. You're at one of her local pizza places, and the poor waitress had to decipher her order through a fresh fit of giggles.

"No... no it isn't, but... it's just so..." Penny guffaws, resting her forehead on her fingers, still trying to contain her laughter. "Oh man. Chad had you pegged all wrong. He thought you were one of those pricks who thinks that the solution to a problem is to throw money at it. Nobody like that would ever be caught dead going 'Hyoa-tou!!!' when they were surprised! Ahahaha!" Noticing it up in the corner, you look at the security camera with a deadpan expression, before turning back to Penny, who is now gasping for breath. "Okay. Okay. I'm good. I'm... pffttt... I'm good..."

"I'll be honest, I've had worse first dates," you sigh, before craning your head around. "Where is Chad anyway?"

"Ugh, he had stuff to do. He's always got stuff to do when it doesn't involve sex," she says, waving her hand in the air. "But, 'stuff' usually is related to our income, so whatever, right? How've you been?"