MHA #6, Friday Evening

[firstofitskind]

So last Valentine's Day, Verity had made a valiant attempt at a romantic dinner. It... well, the evening had ended well, though the dinner itself had been a lost cause.

This time, Liam was determined to pull off the dinner part of the evening successfully, and to that end had temporarily banished her from the apartment, because last year there hadn't even been sex pollen adding an extra layer of difficulty to the endeavor.

Though it had been nearly a month, the smell of cooking meat still made his stomach churn, so there had been a lot of vegetarian meals happening. Tonight was no exception, and as soon as the eggplant parmesan was out of the oven, he texted Verity to let her know it was safe to come home.

[ooc: for the wiiiiiife! and up early for SP.]

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[firstofitskind]

“I’m going to demand reviews on this scale for every recipe I try now, you realize,” Liam told her, laughing.

Truth be told, he’d been more than a little nervous about it. Verity hadn’t complained about the lack of meat-based... anything, in the last while, but he figured that wouldn’t last forever.

[arboreal_priestess]

Luckily for him, she was more than a bit distracted this week.

Next week? Might be a different story.

"On par with necking in the woods," Verity teased. "Almost as good as getting felt up in the backseat."

[firstofitskind]

“We don’t do near enough of either of those,” Liam said. “How can you really be sure?”

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity winked at him. "Again, I did have an adolescence, you know. I have experienced plenty of necking in the woods and getting felt up in the backseat."

[firstofitskind]

Which he’d realized as soon as the words had left his mouth, of course, hence the clarification:

“I meant with me.”

[arboreal_priestess]

"Well, I hadn't said that they were as good as doing all of that with you, now did I?" she pointed out. "But if you want the scale to be accurate to you, there's really only one thing to do about it..."

They hadn't even made out in the SUV, which was a tragic waste now that Verity thought about it.

[firstofitskind]

Well, they’d been focused on keeping to a schedule in order to make it back for the picnic, which...

Yeah. In retrospect their road trip could’ve used a few days worth of dawdling, including some quality making-out-in-a-parked-car time.

“... Where does fooling around in the shuttle fall on this scale?” he had to ask.

[arboreal_priestess]

Even gettign kidnapped by the ghost house had been better.

"See, that's something I don't have much experience with," Verity said. "We'll definitely have to add that to the list to figure that out."

[firstofitskind]

At least she’d gotten an apology for that kidnapping!

“Any other places we should fool around in?” Liam mused. “... There’s a movie theatre in town, isn’t there? That’s a thing people do?”

[arboreal_priestess]

"An oldie but a goodie," Verity said with a grin. "And something I've never done, either, so bonus. And...I dunno. Is there any kind of Makeout Point or Lovers Lane that the kids talk about?"

Jesus, Verity, what is this, the 50s?

[firstofitskind]

“You say that as if I spend any more time with ‘the kids’ than you do,” Liam pointed out with an amused snort.

[arboreal_priestess]

"I dunno, maybe you hear stuff on your police band," Verity said with a laugh. "About those darn kids and what they're up to."

[firstofitskind]

“The last call I got that didn’t involve raccoons was that break and enter about three months ago,” Liam pointed out.

He still felt kinda bad for how things had gone down with that in his absence.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Right, the island's first brush with real crime," Verity teased. She didn't know much about what happened there, since she'd also been kidnapped along with Duke. "Maybe I'll start calling things in to get you to come home in the middle of the afternoon."

[firstofitskind]

"... What if I'm not the one who ends up answering the call?" Liam pointed out. "You might end up getting a visit from Rosa. Or Calvin."

[arboreal_priestess]

"You're killing all the romance here, Liam," Verity teased. "I guess I'll have to work out all my kinky sheriff fantasies when you're off the clock."

[firstofitskind]

Liam looked momentarily sheepish; romance-killing had hardly been the plan, here.

“I could look into actually getting a uniform, if that would help?” he grinned at her.

[arboreal_priestess]

And Verity tossed a balled-up napkin at him when it looked like he was taking her seriously. "Only if its one of the ones with the tiny little shorts," she said.

[firstofitskind]

"In February?" Liam squawked. Because it had been a pretty warm winter, so far, but... shorts?

He narrowed his eyes at her. "You're messing with me."

[arboreal_priestess]

"I mean, I'm talking right?" Verity teased. "So it's a good bet. Besides, who said I'd let you wear 'em outside the house?"

[firstofitskind]

"Can't come home wearing them if I'm not wearing them outside the house," Liam pointed out.

[arboreal_priestess]

"I suppose I can allow 'the house' to include the stairwell," Verity said, with mischief in her eyes.

[firstofitskind]

“Oh, now I’m getting changed in the stairwell?” Liam asked, eyes wide. “What if someone sees?”

Was he teasing now too? Maybe.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Then you'll have to arrest yourself for indecent exposure," Verity replied, waggling her eyebrows.

...Did anybody even live on their floor?

[firstofitskind]

No, but Rosa lived on the floor below theirs, soooo... awkward. Potentially.

“You gonna come bail me out then?”