Unwinding

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya's office door was shut. In hospital terms that meant 'don't disturb'. In the Brea's terms it meant 'time to relax'. It'd been a good week actually. They'd finished early and there was a little bit of time before Aya had to report for her volunteer weekend shifts. "Any plans sister-mine?" Aya asked over her shoulder as she walked over to the discreet stereo on one of her bookshelves.

"For the weekend?" Maya asked, thinking it over "...no. I'm tired of tennis." she admitted. "Maybe some house cleaning? Or, hey, gardening! There's that one vine I'm sure I can get to curl along our railing. It's big enough to start anyway..."

Aya nodded, clicking the volume on the music up until it was just loud enough to be heard. She liked to sway along to soft music, it was relaxing! "And the Irises are ready to be thinned...maybe spread them to two new beds? And sprinkle some wild flowers around them?" she suggested, wiggling out of her coat and hangng it up while dancing.

Maya eyed her sister and then fished a bottle of nail polish out of her purse. They relaxed in different ways! "Irises are all you dear, they don't like me. And that little tree..."

"The Bonsai? What's wrong with it?" Aya blinked, worried for a moment.

"Nothing except the morning glories want to eat it! Move it back here! You need more plants in here!" Maya waved the bottle of polish for emphasis, then nodded to the slim window in the back of office "It'll get enough light now right?"

"Hmmm, I could do that..." Aya admitted, thinking it over. "It's a lot stronger than it was when we got it, so translocation might not bother it."

"Sweetie, I'm pretty sure being dropped three stories won't hurt it at this point. It'sa a tough little thing...except when it comes to my vines."

"Fine, fine..." Aya laughed "I'll bring it in with me tomorrow alright?"

"Good girl." Maya smirked and put her foot up on Aya's desk to do her toes.

Taking that as a signal, Aya turned the music up a bit more.

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[sliceitwithwind]

"Balcony it is." he leads down the hall and opens the door to a room with one table, a waist-heigh wall, and open to look down into the club.

"Dilan likes musicals, silent films, and horror which is not zombie horror. I like action, romance, and horror which is not zombie horror."

[mitochondriaaya]

"We're not partial to zombies either...so we're safe. We may have to invite you to our next movie night. Aya and I, and sometimes some other nurses tend to just go to our house and watch what ever is brought? You could offer a male perspective..." she semi-offered. She'd have to talk to Aya (maybe) before officially offering?

She took the seat farthest from the balcony, but she was still high enough to see. That was...nice.

[sliceitwithwind]

"We'd like that, if you and Aya wanted us there." Braig agrees, offering the menus over and grinning.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Well, I'll make sure to ask her. Or tell her. Depends." she chuckled. Yes, sometimes she did just spring things on her sister for the fun of it? She accepted a menu, though she was certain she was trying the lava cake?

...oh man, this place kept dentists employed...

[sliceitwithwind]

"So you try the lava cake, totally, because I really think you'll love it. Me, I'm going to have the chocolate dipped cheesecake with lime slices." Braig says as she looks over the menu, "And coffee."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Was this place a bakery in a previous life?!" she laughed and folder her menu so she could poke him with it "This is not bar food!"

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"May I trade you a bite? I went kinda weak kneed at the description there..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Totally." Braig says, grinning, "And no - but the guy who owns it is married to a pastry chef."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Well, this is certainly what I call marital bliss." she placed her order triumphantly and kicked her feet up on one of the empty seats.

[sliceitwithwind]

"I totally agree with you." Braig says, leaning back in such a way that he can relax as much as she is - but not come near touching her.

[mitochondriaaya]

"So..." she could feel the awkward silence portion of the evening rapidly approaching. "...anything else I should know now?"

[sliceitwithwind]

Braig, personally, feels nothing at all awkward in occasional silence during dates. He thinks for a bit, "Dilan's mom died when he was fourteen, he doesn't like to talk about her much. My parents raised him for the last year before we went to college. He has a cat. Her name is, in fact, Cat. Dating is probably a deal breaker if either of you hates cats - we're both pretty gone on Cat. She's an awesome cat."

[mitochondriaaya]

Well, awkward on her end then? She didn't like drawing a blank in conversations! "She's seriously named Cat? Oh the poor girl." Maya chuckled softly "No problem with cats, we got that allergy out of the way a long time ago."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Some people just don't like cats. And Dilan, much as I love him - and I do love him - isn't great with names. I talked him out of Kitten because she would eventually grow up." Talking is fine too, as long as it's not forced. "I've also informed him that later cats cannot have numbers."

[mitochondriaaya]

She blinked, trying to comprehend that anyone would have to be warned against that. Blinked...and cracked up. "Oh...that's horrible! He's kinda screwed if he has more than two kids down the road isn't he?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Nah." Braig says happily, "Because he'll have me and at least one woman to help name them."

[mitochondriaaya]

"I'm not exactly trusting of your naming ability either. After all you let him get away with Cat. Who can say whether you'll fold to Boy or Man when the pressure's on?" she was getting the giggles under control. Honest! As long as she didn't look at him of course...

[sliceitwithwind]

"I was all for Lepton or Princess." Braig informs her with a grin.

[mitochondriaaya]

"And you got Cat. Understand my doubt?" she teased. "Maybe you should start investing in name books now as a gift to future generations."

[sliceitwithwind]

"She is his cat, babe." Braig points out as the food comes, sitting back up to do it justice, "I'm not good at taking care of pets."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Fair enough" she agreed amiably, her heels making soft clicks on the floor as she, too, straightened.

Her cake was oozing three kinds of chocolate that she could see, not to mention the whip cream and odd sprinkles and nuts. She was officially in love. Sorry Braig, cake had cut in. At least she made interesting and happy faces with each slow bite?

[sliceitwithwind]

Braig's cheesecake is the soft kind, when the cold chocolate crust is cut the slightly warm cake underneath sags a little bit with the richness of the cheesecake itself. The limes (candied) are actually under the chocolate directly on the cheesecake. He lets her take a couple of bites of her own before offering a fork full of his.

[mitochondriaaya]

When she noticed his patient forkful she grinned around her spoon and opted for a drink of water. It would be unfair to the cheesecake to make it follow hers so closely?

A moment longer and she had a warm spoonful held up in counter-offer.

[sliceitwithwind]

Braig gulps a bit of coffee, explaining, "It cleanses the palette better than water." before taking the bite with an expression of deep pleasure.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Yeah, but I really am going to sleep tonight." she admitted wryly, accepting her own forkful. Her expression was just...delightfully shocked. Yes, it was vastly different from her lava cake...but good in an entirely different way. No greater, no lesser...just...

"Oh...why did they have to hide all this in a club?! I could have found it years ago!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"But then I wouldn't have gotten to introduce you to it." Braig points out happily, "And, hey. Next time the four of us go out we can get supper here, then those of us who dance can go down and dance, and you can watch, and make fun of us when we come back exhausted."