Their first date wasn't anything special. But really, how special can it be when you're both the walking definition of nervous, in the back corner of a diner in the next town over?
Obviously they couldn't have this little event in Haddonfield, where anyone could see them. So they go up to Clarks County and pick a little diner in the outskirts of town. Both girls are wearing some sort of date-wear. Laurie's being skinny jeans and a light blue tank top she bought the day before, while Annie's is a jaw-droppingly short skirt and her cheerleading jacket. Because God forbid she go without it.
They both politely order their meals, which had "no meat!" at Laurie's request. Then it was time for the awkward small talk to begin. Sure, they're best friends, but given the occasion, their conversation started off awkward & strange.
After several minutes, Annie bursts out laughing, interrupting Laurie mid-sentence. "This is fucking stupid!" she says between giggles, "I think we can manage to have a normal conversation. This is our first date, not our first conversation."
Laurie joins Annie in laughing at their ridiculous behavior, but quickly stops when she notices a middle-aged woman glaring at them from the other table. She doesn't know if the woman is glaring because she knows they're on a date, or because they're being loud. But she quickly looks down and picks at the corner of the already-chipped table corner, suddenly unsure of the entire night.
Annie notices, and makes a move to put a stop to the other girl's strange behavior. "Hey Laurie," she says as she reaches for the blonde's hand, "what's wrong?"
Laurie stares at their hands for a few seconds before answering with a question, "Are you sure about this?"
"Whaddya mean?" Annie asks, raising a brow at the other girl, sincerely confused.
"Are you sure about this date…about us?" Laurie clarifies, taking a deep breath before continuing, "Because we are going to run into more people like that woman over there; people that are going to judge us and say…things, rude, terrible things. And I don't want you to have to deal with that just because you're with me."
"Babe, I don't give a shit about what other people think. They have a problem with me & you? Well then fuck 'em. 'Cause they don't know anything about us," Annie replies, a smirk forming on her face, "and I'm going to prove it."
Laurie is about to ask what she's talking about, but she gets her answer before the words are out of her mouth. The petite girl in the letterman jacket hops on the diner table, the heel of her boot knocking over an empty glass. She reaches down and grabs Laurie's hand, successfully pulling her up on the table as well.
"Hey assholes!" Annie says, addressing the entire restaurant, but keeping her focus on the middle-aged woman from earlier, "I am in love with this girl right here. If you have a problem with that, you can take it up with me." And with that, she pulls Laurie as close as possible, and presses their lips together. The manager comes over and interrupts the two, preventing it from getting heated, but it doesn't pose a problem. Because she hops down from the table, and leads the other girl out to the car to finish it.