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[idolpire]

Fair enough. You wear less sparkly stuff now. I haven't even seen one unicorn in your wardrobe selection.

[A small smirk as he looked up at the night sky, pretending like he hadn't said what he said.]

Ah, here we are.

[They'd arrived at the restaurant, and Spike moved to open the door for her.]

[first_summers]

[ Pretend all you want, Spike, but she most certainly caught that unicorn slight. And she will make you pay for it later. ]

Thank you, Spike. [ She steps inside, honestly a bit surprised at the door holding. But boy, is it nice. When was the last time she got this sort of treatment? Other than a few awkward encounters here and there, it really has been quite a while. ]

[idolpire]

[He'd been raised in that era, and it was harder to break a hundred years of habit than not, but he found himself less bothered by it when she smiled at him. He grinned, stepping in behind her and going up to the hostess, giving his name and waiting for her to check them in.]

Don't thank me yet. Night's just begun, after all. It could still turn to shit.