Nameless had come out of the woodwork once more for...an outing. He had to reschedule twice due to his busy science schedule. She got a little irritated when it conflicted with other things she wanted to do, but they managed to work something out.
She named a bar close to her first plans that ended around 10PM. She ran through the rain into the louder-than-normal bar. There was some sort of awful jug band playing. Nameless shot her a look that clearly said "What the hell are we doing here?" She raised her eyebrow back and yelled "Let's just go to a different bar."
He had a tab open and another two drinks coming. He offered her one and she took it and downed it. He laughed, downed his, and they took her car to the next location. They remained there until 2AM talking and laughing and getting to know each other better.
He brought up the dog from before, chided her about it and she laughed and punched him lightly on the arm. They talked about their scars, and he took her fingers and placed them on his hand so she could feel the steel plate just below his knuckles.
They talked about social and romantic dynamics, and she brought up MG and Banana as an example of how different types interact. Banana just let the guys come to her, and they frequently did. MG took a harder approach, playing hardball flirting. After showing him their photos, Nameless declared that Banana got more dudes because she seemed more approachable, easier. MG looked "like a frigid bitch."
"And depending on the night, I might want to take home any of you." Nameless stated. "With guys it's all about what they happen to be in the mood for."
They talked about gender roles and how they have been so redefined that it's impossible to know when someone is actually interested. His view was that if someone was interested they would want to go out again, they would make a move, regardless of gender. She wondered if that was a way of telling her to make a move on him. But even after three dates, she was still so uncertain about him. He pushed her buttons in a fun-loving way, but she didn't feel a strong attraction to him yet.
Nor he her, because when she dropped him off at his car, he popped out of the car quicker than she could even attempt to go in for a hug. He then hovered by the outside door in the light rain and said they'd have to do it again sometime. "Text me." He said.
"You text me, you are the super busy one!" She said indignantly.
"You can still text me...about whatever you want."
She smirked and said "Fine. I'll text you."
