Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far!! And everyone who's alerting and reading along :) I didn't think this story would get so much feedback. Well here's the next installment. If people are wondering, yes Allison is OOC because well, she's AU so is allowed to be. Sorry if Remy is OOC too, im trying to dial her back a little from now on.
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"I'm soooo gonna be late." Remy groaned as she tossed yet another outfit onto the floor by her closet. She hadn't realized how bland her wardrobe really was until she tried looking for something other than solid colors and jeans. She had already pulled out her tan Timberlands and had them sat on the foot of her bed. They may be rugged and manly, but she still felt she pulled them off well. Besides, they could be a point of conversation, especially if Allison was wearing her pink ones. Or maybe she was just trying to show the woman that you didn't have to be butch to wear guys things.
She'd gotten to the very back of her closet before she found an old pair of jeans from her med school days. They were medium blue but faded down the fronts and backs with various holes and tears. She mused how they looked like jeans you could purchase at any store these days, pre-worn in. Only these jeans had a history, and each imperfection a story. "Perfect." She tossed the pair onto the bed and began rooting around for a top. Twenty minutes later she was dressed and ready to head out.
As she pulled into Applebees she scouted quickly for a good spot and parked her car. Hopping out she nearly forgot her bag and had to go back for it. Stop being so nervous!! She chastised herself, feeling still like a middle schooler on her first date. This was just a casual dinner with a woman who shared experiences with a family member with Huntingtons. "Damnit…" She whined, remembering the lie she'd told the day before. "Let's hope it doesn't come up." She did not want to explain to the woman why she lied. Not on their first date at least.
First date? Was that really what it was? Remy gulped and swung open the large wooden door only to be greeted by a hostess in jeans and a black knit top. "I'm gonna sit at the bar." She bypassed the woman's attempt at having her seated by slipping past her and down the steps towards the square structure that couldn't help but remind her of the nurses station. Surrounding the bar were numerous television sets, all playing sports of some kind or other.
"Remy!" Allison's voice floated through the din and caused the brunette to whip around on her heels. There she was, sitting at a small, round, high table about ten feet to her right. She smiled at the blonde and headed over, climbing onto the only other chair. "I hope you don't mind but I ordered appetizers." Indeed, between them sat a plate of potato skins covered in bacon, cheese and scallions. In the center of the dish was a cup full of sour cream. "I know they are horrible for you, but I can't help myself sometimes." She finished and stuffed the last quarter of the skin in her hand into her mouth.
The brunette laughed and shook her head. "No, these are my favorite." She quickly grabbed one off the plate and dipped it into the cream before bringing it to her own mouth. How perfect was this woman? Ten seconds into their dinner and they already had something in common. Sure, appetizers at a restaurant chain wasn't much, but the fact she wasn't a health nut who counted every calorie was the important part. "What are those?" Remy swallowed and indicated the two drinks at the edge of the table.
"Oh!" Allison set down her second skin and pushed one of the drinks towards Remy. "The waitress was being pesky so I ordered some drinks too. Long Island Iced Teas." She took the glass nearest her and brought it up to her mouth, taking a large gulp. The straw sticking out of the surface was left ignored. "If you don't like them definitely order something else. I'm sure I can handle them both myself." There was a sparkle in the blonde woman's eye and Remy wondered if perhaps she was on her third drink and not her first.
"No, this is fine, I like these." She pulled the untouched glass towards her and took a sip, using the straw. She was wearing a favorite sweater of hers and didn't want to slosh any liquids onto herself, at least not until she was a little more tipsy. When she put the drink down she took a good look at the blonde, noticing how her hair was tied back in a loose pony tail that hung low on the back of her neck. Strands of hair surrounded her face as they were too short to be tied.
She was wearing a blue blazer of some sort with a low cut beige blouse beneath. The blonde's skirt matched the blazer, as did her pumps. "Did you come here right from work?" Remy asked, realizing now she hadn't needed to go through all the trouble of dressing since the other woman was okay with 'as is'. She shrugged and ran a hand over her thigh absently, feeling the ridges of the ripped denim.
Allison finished off her second potato skin and nodded. "Yeah, I hope I don't look a mess." She gave herself a glance over to make sure.
"No, no, you look beautiful." Remy hicoughed and felt her face turn bright red. "Damn, that was innapropriate." She pulled her drink to her face and began slurping up the alcohol.
The blonde studied her for a moment, the most pecululiar expression on her face. Remy was about to apologize again when the other woman burst into a laugh. "If you meant it, it wasn't innapropriate. A little forward and perhaps a bit of an exaggeration, but I like that. Thank you." She smiled and stared across the table.
Remy couldn't help but hold the other woman's gaze with her own. "Wow, and here I was thinking I was the suave lady killer."
Allison grinned and flagged over a waitress. "I'll have two more LIT's." She looked across to Remy and raised a brow.
The brunette guffawed for a moment and then looked at the waitress. "And uh, two Alabama Slammers." The server nodded and headed off to put their order in.
"Ohh, taking it up a notch I see." Allison grinned in response to Remy's drink request. "I usually save the Southern Comfort for private parties." She winked and went back to finishing off the last potato skin.
Remy gripped her near empty glass in her hands and began to roll it back and forth between her palms. This was so freaking easy it couldn't possibly be true. The woman opposite her was stunning, almost exotic and here she was having drinks with someone the likes of herself. This just didn't sit well within the brunette's stomach. You're dying you fool! She wanted to slam her forehead on the table but refrained and simply bit the inside of her cheek. This was all wrong. She shouldn't be there, having a good time chatting to this beautiful woman who had no idea her life expectancy was less than a decade. No, Allison deserved someone who wasn't going to die before their tenth anniversary.
"Will you excuse me?" The brunette slipped off the chair and shot the woman a hesitant look. Allison nodded and smiled. From this angle Remy could see she was swinging her legs beneath her like a little kid would. Now her chest felt heavy as well as constricted. "Restroom.. You know." It was pathetic but what was she going to say? 'I'm about to run out and leave you here alone with an empty plate of appetizers and four alcoholic drinks.'?
Remy gripped her purse in her hand and weaved her way through the small crowd gathering around the hostess at the front of the restaurant. She took one glance over her shoulder to see if Allison could see her, and if she could, whether she was watching or not. Fortunately there was a column blocking the view. She deserves someone better than you. She repeated in her head as she pushed through the exit and bolted across the parking lot to her car.
