Date (K)night in Shining Armor

"Get dressed, Misha, we're going out."

"Yes, ma'am!"

Stephanie watched Misha bend over to pick up his clothes, and resisted the urge to pounce on him. Standing up, Misha caught her gaze.

"Well, now who's the predator."

Stephanie shook her head, ignoring her growing desire.

"I'm not a predator, I'm the hunter. And you are my prey."

Misha pulled his underwear on, and tossed her clothes to her.

"Aren't hunters supposed to be subtle?"

"Oh, I can't wait to make you regret saying that..."

Misha pulled his shirt and pants on.

"Well, get dressed, huntress, or we'll never leave."

"Oh, don't tempt me."

***

Stephanie led Misha into the restaurant, ignoring the stares and whispers.

At the table, the waiter handed them each a menu and the 2 of them ordered their drinks. The waiter left, but not before staring at Misha. Stephanie scowled at him.

"What a dick."

"Stephanie!"

She just shrugged.

"He shouldn't have stared at you."

"It's fine. I know that I'm out of place here."

Stephanie just shook her head and took a sip of wine. Misha drank half of his glass in a single drink and licked his lips curiously.

"Misha... How old are you?"

"I'll be 20 next week, why?"

"God damn it."

Stephanie snatched his glass out of his hand, and set it next to her own.

"Hey! I was drinking that."

"Misha, you can't drink **** until you turn 21 here."

"WHAT?! WHY NOT?!"

Stephanie shook her head.

"I don't know, that's just the rules."

"Well, it's a dumb rule. On the Old World, we can drink **** once we turn 16."

Save for Misha's occasional grumbling, the rest of the meal went great, and Misha got to try all kinds of strange, exotic foods. Like pasta, pizza, and something called chicken?

***

Misha and Stephanie stumbled inside giggling. Stephanie had drunken 1 too many glasses of wine, and Misha found her aloofness utterly hilarious.

"Come on Steph, let's get to bed."

"Ooh, Misha, are you trying to seduce me?"

"Normally, yes, but for now, we really should get some sleep."

Stephanie kicked her shoes off and tossed her jacket and shirt onto the floor, collapsing into the mattress. Misha kicked his own shoes off and flopped next to her.

"Misha, I just had a great idea!"

"What's that, Steph?"

"We should have sex!"

"We will, once you are sober."

"Aww, man. You're such a gentleman, you know that. Hehe, my knight in fuzzy armor."

Stephanie pulled Misha against her, and soon their snoring was the only sound.

This chapter is better than my other ones, IMO, because I started writing earlier. Maybe there's something to this "Being productive" thing.

-Theodore Roosevelt