Beca Mitchell (
pitchslapped) wrote2015-08-03 01:02 am
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First date
It's ridiculous. She has no idea why she's so nervous.
Back at Barden, they'd never actually done this. Yeah, they'd gone out to dinner together, obviously, but they'd never really bothered dating. After that first kiss at Lincoln Center, they'd just sort of fallen into being together, completely. No awkward dinner dates required. Still, Jesse wants to start over, and Beca can see the wisdom in that. They both different people than the other one remembers. They need to figure each other out again.
She spent most of the day looking for a dress. Hopefully, he'll like this one. God. Why is she so nervous?
Back at Barden, they'd never actually done this. Yeah, they'd gone out to dinner together, obviously, but they'd never really bothered dating. After that first kiss at Lincoln Center, they'd just sort of fallen into being together, completely. No awkward dinner dates required. Still, Jesse wants to start over, and Beca can see the wisdom in that. They both different people than the other one remembers. They need to figure each other out again.
She spent most of the day looking for a dress. Hopefully, he'll like this one. God. Why is she so nervous?
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"What? Just so you know I'm not lying about you making me watch them the first time?" she says, shaking her head, swinging his hand slightly alongside her. "Because watching movies is...a lot of what we do, Jesse."
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"But there's a lot of other stuff here that I want to do with you. That I want to show you."
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"Like what?" asks Beca, turning her head and looking up at him. "What've you got planned for me, Jesse Swanson?"
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"There's a bowling alley that's connected to a comic book shop that's pretty awesome and a million different awesome restaurants to go to."
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"As long as I get to hold your hand while we're doing it, I don't care what we're doing," she says, which was sappy as hell but totally true. She could do pretty much anything as long as Jesse was involved.
On 3 August 2015 at 19:22, a_capella_boy - DW Comment < dw_null@dreamwidth.org> wrote:
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"I'm still not great at romance but someone's been working on me for four years - so I do my best," she says, bending her head and pressing a kiss against the back of his hand.
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"I figure you'll probably make it up to me later," she says, eyebrow raised, smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Hopefully."
On 3 August 2015 at 20:30, a_capella_boy - DW Comment < dw_null@dreamwidth.org> wrote:
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"C'mon then, nerd," she teases, letting go of his hand for a moment so that she can walk a few steps ahead of him, walking backwards in heels with her hands spread in challenge. "Bring it on."
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"You're forgetting that I've got three years on you, dude," she says, eyebrows raised, folding her arms across her chest. "I know all your tricks already. Grasshopper."
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"I'm willing to be shocked," she says, taking his hand again, guiding their hands behind her so that his knuckles bump against her ass as they walk.
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"You are terrible, you know that? Do I tell you that in the future that you're terrible?"
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Beca glances at him, all wide-eyed innocence.
"All the time," she says. "But I never, ever know why." And then she affects the most ridiculous pout that she can manage.
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She squeezes his hand and leans her shoulder against his for a second.
"Is it much further? If I'd known we were walking miles I wouldn't have worn stilettos."
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"The Blue Trombone," Jesse explained. "Fantastic food and even better music."
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"Jazz, food and dinner," she says and she's actually pretty delighted by the choice. "One day, I'm going to make you walk somewhere in heels and see how you like it. I know you've put on a vest and everything, but it's not exactly suffering is it?"
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Helping her down the stairs Jesse opened the door to the club, the music snaking out into the street like a living thing. Since it was jazz, maybe it was. The club straddled the line between being swanky and run down. Nothing in the place was new but it was all lovingly cared for, from the polish on the wood to the people playing up on the stage.
"So what do you think?"
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"I think..." She pauses, scanning the room - the stage, the little tables, the warm glow from the wall-lights - and it just strikes her as such a Jesse sort of place that it makes perfect sense that this is where he brought her. "That it's a pretty perfect sort of first date place." She leans up and kisses his cheek. "So far so good, nerd."
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"So how is the job search going? Found anything that seems interesting or is it all looking like you're going to be the hot, snarky barista?"
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"I guarantee to you that future you is not jealous of dinner," she points out as she slides into her chair, arranging her skirt around her legs as she does. She immediately reaches for the cocktail menu. "Actually! I think I actually found something! Which..will totally still involve making coffee but there'll also be music involved."
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