*** Well, everyone seemed to want me to get down to the Taiora... So I started it a bit earlier then I wanted, at the expense of some of the humour. I think it's a good trade-off, I guess***
Tai was never very good at deciding what to wear on a night out, luckily, Izzy had the idea of hooking him up be means of a portable web-cam and laptop with Mimi. Realizing his only plausible excuse was now unusable, he soon realized how little of a chance he had of weaseling out of the date. Matt had made reservations for four, and upon Agumon refusing to stay home knowing full well that if Kari got bored, he'd end up playing his least favorite game, (Which she called "makeover") convinced Matt to even go so far as ordering another table for the four Digimon as well.
"Hey Tai," Agumon tugged on his masters pant leg, successfully catching his attention. "There's only one brownie left, can I have it?"
"Sure." Tai nodded, as he straightened the crease in his shirt, "They're rock solid anyway." Checking himself over in the mirror once more, before heading out to the couch to await Matt's beaten down Tercel, which everyone affectionately referred to as "the Matt-mobile". He remembered to keep some serviettes in one pocket, in case his hands started to sweated, and his digivice in the other in case he needed to show off.
After ten minutes of fumbling with his hands nervously, and trying to think of various witty remarks to say, hoping to make the dinner conversation more complex then "So Uh... Nice weather we're having... You know, if you like wind..." and "Twenty dollars for some lobster? I could get five cheeseburgers for that price!"; he barely noticed when Matt pulled up and honked frantically. Agumon came very close to setting him ablaze before he came to, and rushed outwards quickly.
"Sorry, I hope you weren't waiting long," Tai announced, knocking some empty coke cans out of the way, and taking his seat in the back. He never liked the interior to his car, as it was usually too grungy. The left seat in the back had no stuffing, and parts of the roof were rusted through, while the lining were stained from root-beer. He also always wondered how he got away with leaving the "Guitar-babe" magazines all over the place when Sora was driving with him. Matt was dressed in clothes similar to his own, but they were darker and seemed more expensive. Sora was wearing a silky sky-blue shirt, and a darker blue skirt that fell at her knees. Gabumon and Biyomon were fighting over the remaining seat with some padding left in it, while Agumon decided to just sit in Tai's lap.
"No problem." Matt shrugged, shifting into reverse and backing out onto the roads.
"Hey, the Matt-Mobile looks great." Tai observed, "You can barely notice the duct-tape."
"Yeah," Matt nodded, "Give TK a few bucks and a plastic bag, and you'd be surprised how much a difference it makes."
"Now if only you could keep it clean," Sora moaned below her breath. "Maybe you wouldn't need to keep the air exchanger on bust to get rid of the smell." Choosing to ignore her, Matt concentrated on the road ahead, as he managed to constantly drive fifteen miles above the speed limit, and narrowly avoid many collisions. After what seemed to be Biyomons eight heart attack, they finally made it to their destination, "Château des dépenses".
They were seated shortly after, and didn't have to wait very long before Adora and her Floramon joined them. Tai, hoping to make the right impression, rose to her presence, but unfortunately took the entire table-clothe with him. Luckily, she had a sense of humor about it, and didn't seem to think any less of him for it.
"So Tai," Adora smiled, "You're looking very handsome tonight."
"Uh... thanks," Tai blushed, "You look good too Sora."
With that, a hush fell over the table, as Sora blushed a deep crimson, but Adora only felt a deep crimson. Luckily, Matt hadn't been paying much attention, because he was scanning the menu for anything edible and cheap. Oddly, it wasn't until Tai slipped up, did he really notice Sora that evening. He thought he meant to say Adora, but when he turned his attention to the girl next to her, suddenly he didn't know what he meant anymore. He'd though he'd been over Sora, and accepted the fact that she was with Matt, and moved on; It was then, for the first time in months, he remembered what he felt for her.
"Man, I hope I can afford this stuff." Matt pouted, "Hey, which reminds me! Tai, why don't you tell Adora about the time me and Joe were stuck at that restaurant working for Digitamamon, it's a great story."
"I can't remember that story..." Tai mumbled, staring at his lap, not finding himself able to look into the eyes of anyone at the table. "I only came a few minutes before you got out... All I remember is that Sora undoing Demidevimons tricks..."
"Change the subject." Sora sighed, staring aggressively at Matt.
"Uh... fine," Matt blinked, finding himself somewhat confused. "Why don't you tell her about the time you and me were processed into the internet to fight Diablomon!"
"I'm not in the mood for stories," Tai retorted, "Sorry S... Uh, Adora."
"I'm sure you'd forget the better details anyway," Adora hissed, "After all, you can't even remember my name."
"Hey, calm down!" Sora exclaimed defensely, "He probably just got confused because I'm sitting right next to you, and our names rhyme!"
"No," Biyomon scratched her head, "I think it's because he used to be in love with you."
That begot the second awkward pause the table suffered that night, while Tai struggled to find an appropriate reply. Sora quickly hushed her partner, and tried to pretend Biyomon had been mistaken. Sadly, Adora was far to sharp witted to fall for it, and snatched her purse from the floor. Scooping Floramon onto her shoulder, she turned back to look at her date for what she hoped to be the last time.
"I can't believe you'd use me to get to another girl!" She screamed, before grabbing his ice water and splashing it on him. With her clichéd expression of disgust, she stormed out furiously. Matt stood perfectly still, barely breathing, and not blinking. Eventually, Sora attempted to get him to say anything, but he seemed as if he was about to erupt. Saying simply, "I think I should go," Tai followed suit with Adora, and meandered brokenly to the door. Agumon sorrowfully followed him, and didn't mention that Tai had once again forgotten him, knowing how upsettable everyone at the table would be at the moment.
"Hey Tai," Matt called while Tai could still hear him, "You know what's ironic? Here I was, trying to be a good friend and helping you out, and you stab me in the back like this." Of course, Tai knew what Matt had said was extremely unfair, as Matt had been the one to stab him in the back months ago when he starting going out with Sora; Unfortunately, he didn't have the confidence to speak his mind and merely humored him.
At this point, their misadventures seemed to be catching the eye of the other patrons, many of whom seemed to be laughing at them or enjoyed it. Tai only wanted to leave, but being the type of person he was, he knew he couldn't leave until Matt had his say.
"I'm sorry," He whispered.
"He didn't mean anything Matt," Sora argued, pleading for rationality. "He just accidentally called some other girl by name..."
"And why do you think that is?" Matt screamed turbulently, "Are you actually that stupid enough to believe it happened because you were next to her? No, the whole thing was a Freudian!"
"That's enough!" She snapped, "You're making a scene!"
"No, it's not enough!" Matt cried, "He totally went behind my back like this! How dare he..."
"How dare he what?" Sora slammed both fists against the table. "Have feeling for me? What do you thing he should go about it then? Go home and flip the little switch on his back that says love? News flash, he can't help the way he feels, and it takes a great deal of strength of character to put those feeling aside for a friend! Honestly Matt, where's the logic in getting mad at someone for being in love? If you ask me, you should reconsider whose been the good friend, and whose stabbed who in the back here!"
Matt's jaw fell open, as he sat somewhat dumbfounded trying to fully comprehend the situation. Somewhere, in his mind he had still been wronged, and he refused to let go of that, after all, if he did he would have to face reality; It was easier to get mad at a friend then yourself. A great uproar of applause rose from the other customers, all of whom had been impressed by Sora's heartfelt spiel, which just made Matt's blood boil even harder. Tai took this opportunity to exit, rather then make the situation worse by giving Matt more of an opportunity to alienate himself.
He gained minimal satisfaction in the realization that he had been right all along: the evening was a disaster, and Adora hated him. Although suddenly, Adora didn't mean that much to him anymore, because his affections were now aimed at the one girl who had proven time and time again that she would never overreact to his mistakes.
Tai was never very good at deciding what to wear on a night out, luckily, Izzy had the idea of hooking him up be means of a portable web-cam and laptop with Mimi. Realizing his only plausible excuse was now unusable, he soon realized how little of a chance he had of weaseling out of the date. Matt had made reservations for four, and upon Agumon refusing to stay home knowing full well that if Kari got bored, he'd end up playing his least favorite game, (Which she called "makeover") convinced Matt to even go so far as ordering another table for the four Digimon as well.
"Hey Tai," Agumon tugged on his masters pant leg, successfully catching his attention. "There's only one brownie left, can I have it?"
"Sure." Tai nodded, as he straightened the crease in his shirt, "They're rock solid anyway." Checking himself over in the mirror once more, before heading out to the couch to await Matt's beaten down Tercel, which everyone affectionately referred to as "the Matt-mobile". He remembered to keep some serviettes in one pocket, in case his hands started to sweated, and his digivice in the other in case he needed to show off.
After ten minutes of fumbling with his hands nervously, and trying to think of various witty remarks to say, hoping to make the dinner conversation more complex then "So Uh... Nice weather we're having... You know, if you like wind..." and "Twenty dollars for some lobster? I could get five cheeseburgers for that price!"; he barely noticed when Matt pulled up and honked frantically. Agumon came very close to setting him ablaze before he came to, and rushed outwards quickly.
"Sorry, I hope you weren't waiting long," Tai announced, knocking some empty coke cans out of the way, and taking his seat in the back. He never liked the interior to his car, as it was usually too grungy. The left seat in the back had no stuffing, and parts of the roof were rusted through, while the lining were stained from root-beer. He also always wondered how he got away with leaving the "Guitar-babe" magazines all over the place when Sora was driving with him. Matt was dressed in clothes similar to his own, but they were darker and seemed more expensive. Sora was wearing a silky sky-blue shirt, and a darker blue skirt that fell at her knees. Gabumon and Biyomon were fighting over the remaining seat with some padding left in it, while Agumon decided to just sit in Tai's lap.
"No problem." Matt shrugged, shifting into reverse and backing out onto the roads.
"Hey, the Matt-Mobile looks great." Tai observed, "You can barely notice the duct-tape."
"Yeah," Matt nodded, "Give TK a few bucks and a plastic bag, and you'd be surprised how much a difference it makes."
"Now if only you could keep it clean," Sora moaned below her breath. "Maybe you wouldn't need to keep the air exchanger on bust to get rid of the smell." Choosing to ignore her, Matt concentrated on the road ahead, as he managed to constantly drive fifteen miles above the speed limit, and narrowly avoid many collisions. After what seemed to be Biyomons eight heart attack, they finally made it to their destination, "Château des dépenses".
They were seated shortly after, and didn't have to wait very long before Adora and her Floramon joined them. Tai, hoping to make the right impression, rose to her presence, but unfortunately took the entire table-clothe with him. Luckily, she had a sense of humor about it, and didn't seem to think any less of him for it.
"So Tai," Adora smiled, "You're looking very handsome tonight."
"Uh... thanks," Tai blushed, "You look good too Sora."
With that, a hush fell over the table, as Sora blushed a deep crimson, but Adora only felt a deep crimson. Luckily, Matt hadn't been paying much attention, because he was scanning the menu for anything edible and cheap. Oddly, it wasn't until Tai slipped up, did he really notice Sora that evening. He thought he meant to say Adora, but when he turned his attention to the girl next to her, suddenly he didn't know what he meant anymore. He'd though he'd been over Sora, and accepted the fact that she was with Matt, and moved on; It was then, for the first time in months, he remembered what he felt for her.
"Man, I hope I can afford this stuff." Matt pouted, "Hey, which reminds me! Tai, why don't you tell Adora about the time me and Joe were stuck at that restaurant working for Digitamamon, it's a great story."
"I can't remember that story..." Tai mumbled, staring at his lap, not finding himself able to look into the eyes of anyone at the table. "I only came a few minutes before you got out... All I remember is that Sora undoing Demidevimons tricks..."
"Change the subject." Sora sighed, staring aggressively at Matt.
"Uh... fine," Matt blinked, finding himself somewhat confused. "Why don't you tell her about the time you and me were processed into the internet to fight Diablomon!"
"I'm not in the mood for stories," Tai retorted, "Sorry S... Uh, Adora."
"I'm sure you'd forget the better details anyway," Adora hissed, "After all, you can't even remember my name."
"Hey, calm down!" Sora exclaimed defensely, "He probably just got confused because I'm sitting right next to you, and our names rhyme!"
"No," Biyomon scratched her head, "I think it's because he used to be in love with you."
That begot the second awkward pause the table suffered that night, while Tai struggled to find an appropriate reply. Sora quickly hushed her partner, and tried to pretend Biyomon had been mistaken. Sadly, Adora was far to sharp witted to fall for it, and snatched her purse from the floor. Scooping Floramon onto her shoulder, she turned back to look at her date for what she hoped to be the last time.
"I can't believe you'd use me to get to another girl!" She screamed, before grabbing his ice water and splashing it on him. With her clichéd expression of disgust, she stormed out furiously. Matt stood perfectly still, barely breathing, and not blinking. Eventually, Sora attempted to get him to say anything, but he seemed as if he was about to erupt. Saying simply, "I think I should go," Tai followed suit with Adora, and meandered brokenly to the door. Agumon sorrowfully followed him, and didn't mention that Tai had once again forgotten him, knowing how upsettable everyone at the table would be at the moment.
"Hey Tai," Matt called while Tai could still hear him, "You know what's ironic? Here I was, trying to be a good friend and helping you out, and you stab me in the back like this." Of course, Tai knew what Matt had said was extremely unfair, as Matt had been the one to stab him in the back months ago when he starting going out with Sora; Unfortunately, he didn't have the confidence to speak his mind and merely humored him.
At this point, their misadventures seemed to be catching the eye of the other patrons, many of whom seemed to be laughing at them or enjoyed it. Tai only wanted to leave, but being the type of person he was, he knew he couldn't leave until Matt had his say.
"I'm sorry," He whispered.
"He didn't mean anything Matt," Sora argued, pleading for rationality. "He just accidentally called some other girl by name..."
"And why do you think that is?" Matt screamed turbulently, "Are you actually that stupid enough to believe it happened because you were next to her? No, the whole thing was a Freudian!"
"That's enough!" She snapped, "You're making a scene!"
"No, it's not enough!" Matt cried, "He totally went behind my back like this! How dare he..."
"How dare he what?" Sora slammed both fists against the table. "Have feeling for me? What do you thing he should go about it then? Go home and flip the little switch on his back that says love? News flash, he can't help the way he feels, and it takes a great deal of strength of character to put those feeling aside for a friend! Honestly Matt, where's the logic in getting mad at someone for being in love? If you ask me, you should reconsider whose been the good friend, and whose stabbed who in the back here!"
Matt's jaw fell open, as he sat somewhat dumbfounded trying to fully comprehend the situation. Somewhere, in his mind he had still been wronged, and he refused to let go of that, after all, if he did he would have to face reality; It was easier to get mad at a friend then yourself. A great uproar of applause rose from the other customers, all of whom had been impressed by Sora's heartfelt spiel, which just made Matt's blood boil even harder. Tai took this opportunity to exit, rather then make the situation worse by giving Matt more of an opportunity to alienate himself.
He gained minimal satisfaction in the realization that he had been right all along: the evening was a disaster, and Adora hated him. Although suddenly, Adora didn't mean that much to him anymore, because his affections were now aimed at the one girl who had proven time and time again that she would never overreact to his mistakes.