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[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[And Rose appears, dressed nicely, pacing and looking a little nervous]

--Mum's making me go on a date. And I can't believe I agreed. Hopefully she'll leave me alone after, though.

I haven't done this in ages, though. I've almost forgotten how dates work.

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[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[WHAT THE HE-- I mean hi] Date? Oh, honestly, Jackie...

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[JEALOUS--I mean what] That's Mum for you. Like I said, I'm really just doing it to get her off my back about it.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[TOTALLY NOT JEALOUS] Can't blame you. [WATCH ME BE CASUAL] Sooo, what sort of bloke is he?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[OH TOTALLY NOT. Watch her work that.] Good looking, nice, funny....smart, too. Graduated from Oxford Law.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[making a 'NOT IMPRESSED' face] Oxford? Oh, well, I guess that's not bad. Not that it means much. You should see some of the graduates.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Moms are a pain in the ass like that.

Do you at least know who you're dating?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Sorta. We've met, a few times. He's the son of one of her friends.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

That's better than a blind date, at least!

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

It is!

She's tried to make me go on those before, though.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

My mother's been trying to get me to meet suitors, too. For a woman who runs her country alone, you'd think she'd be a lot less insistent that I get married, but... [ eyeroll ]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

A date?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I don't really want to go, but--

You do know what a date is, right?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

An arbitrary measurement of time humans -- and many other races -- have devised to keep track of the linear year.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

...not that sorta date.

Er, more like the one where someone goes out with someone else.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

As in a social event? [tilts her head] I do not go out often. Can I go on a date, then?

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

I think my mum's getting tired of me bringing back men. But you look gorgeous, so you'll knock 'im dead.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Maybe we should trade mums.

[hua-fei.livejournal.com]

What is a date?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Er....two people going out for dinner. Sorta. Doesn't always have to be dinner.

[hua-fei.livejournal.com]

That sounds simple.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

It does, doesn't it?

[didorothy]

Poorly, if my experiences with arranged dates are any indication. Well, 'cept for Lucy. But who's the lucky man?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I didn't think it was possible, but I think you've made me even more nervous.

He's a bloke called William. I think he's a senator's son, or something.

[didorothy]

A senator's son? ...Does seem like your mum. Don't be nervous; you look stunning and you've got enough charm and wit to carry off an arranged date, even if nothing comes of it. [grins] Or you'll completely blow it because of a random alien invasion. I hear that happens to you sometimes.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

They do have a habit of happening at the wrong times. [Hi, Sam, have a hug] Ooh, thanks, though. You've gone from making me nervous to making me slightly less nervous.