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really hope that means youre paying

i am out of the job

im buying

just meet me at that one place in 15

make that 20 i need to find pants

actually can you bring me a shirt and a pair of jeans? ill just wear my dress there.

wait... did you seriously ask me to bring you clothes

am i assisting your walk of shame?

its not like i ask you to bring me a bra and underwear

it was pouring last night. sam lives closer. i stayed here and now i have only my dress to wear. or his clothing and he is asleep. i am not going to go through his drawers.

pleaaaaaaaaseeee?

uh huh.

yeah dont go through his drawers thats guy code

fine ill do it. but only for you.

you will do it for pancakes and waffles too

i will see you in 20

thank you. :)

see you then

[True to her word, Erica arrives within about 18 minutes. She's wearing the same dress she had on for the masquerade, though it looks as though it has been rained on -- mostly because it has been rained on. Her hair is brushed out, but pulled up high on her head in a loose knot and she's barefoot. She wishes she had remembered to ask Isaac to bring her shoes - but she's hoping that he remembered that she'd been wearing heels the night before and does a genius level intuitive thing.

She finds a booth and takes a seat, scanning the menu while she waits for him.]

[Isaac, true to his word, has brought a spare change of clothes for her in a plastic bag- though unfortunately he has no such genius intellect and therefore does not bring her shoes.

He slides into the booth across from her though, putting the bag on the table with a cocky little grin.]

Someone had a good time last night.

[Erica can't hide the grin that seems to be permanently plastered to her face. It's not just that she had a good time, but it's just everything. She really wants to tell Isaac about the healing and the house, too, but she needs to pace herself so that she's not unloading all the details in one quick sentence.]

I did. [She takes the clothing from him and frowns.] I forgot to say shoes and you did not intuitively think that I needed them. [Her bare feet aren't exactly welcome in the diner, but considering the other customers she's pretty sure she's safe for this early in the morning.]

I'm gonna go change -- and see if you can flag down a waitress I want waffles and bacon.

Waffles and bacon. Off you go.

[Isaac sighs, but he's laughing to himself all the same, shooing her off to go change. The shoe thing is unfortunate, but- there was really no way for him to know. Totally not his fault.]

[Erica goes off to change, bare feet not exactly the smartest thing in the restroom, but whatever. She's walked barefoot around this city before and probably stepped in worse when she was sleepwalking. Changing quickly, she neatly folds her dress up into a relatively small square, fixes her hair since taking off the dress and putting on the shirt messed up the top of it, and then washes her hands before returning to Isaac at the booth.]

Much better. [She looks at Isaac with appreciation.] Thank you for doing that. It hadn't been the plan to stay there. It was supposed to be wait for the rain to stop and then he'd walk me home.

A likely story.

[Isaac shakes his head with a laugh.]

I'd ask for the juicy details but I don't think I wanna know.

[Erica's face definitely gets more than a little of the embarrassed shade of red going on when he brings up not wanting juicy details. Her hand moves to try and cover it up, but she knows that's even more obvious.]

It is my story. I guess I could have washed my dress and worn it again... it's dry-clean only, but [Hold on, she's building up to something.] Sam does have this really amazing... set of washboard abs. [AND HAVE A HUGE GRIN.]

Oh wow- wow- I'm offended. You've seen my abs. Are you telling me his are better?

[HE'S ABOUT TO BE OFFENDED HERE.]

[Erica shrugs.]

I don't touch your abs. Yours are very nice to look at, but ... [HERE IS A LOVELY DEEP SIGH DRAWN INWARD. Because. Seriously, Isaac.] I get to touch Sam's abs.

You could touch my abs if you wanted.

[I mean, really. She's had naked thoughts about him, MIGHT AS WELL.]

[Erica laughs, not at his abs!! but at his offering.]

You might feel cheap and used! [She's giving him a hard time about this now, but she sips at the glass of water and shakes her head at him.]

Your abdominal wall is very attractive, Isaac. I would be more than happy to touch your abs, but I don't think Sam would really -- actually. [Here's an interesting question for him to avoid.] Did you and Sam have a conversation that might make him worry that you could hate him?

[Isaac is about to say something else, but at her sudden line of questioning, his cheeks go pink and he blinks a few times, before shaking his head suddenly.]

Why would I do something like that?

Why wouldn't you? [She's not upset, but she does want details.]

You're my best friend, I'm sure there is some sort of concern happening. Is there not concern happening? Do I need to look for a new best friend? Because, sure Stiles gets a bit cranky at times, but I'm sure he's available.

[She's grinning at Isaac, but her chin drops and her eyebrows lift giving him a very expectant look.] What did you tell Sam?

[Isaac shakes his head and finds himself laughing.]

There might have been a little mention of bodily harm. Is that so awful?

Bodily harm? [Her chin drops as she looks at Isaac.]

Why would you cause bodily harm to him? [Of course, all the talk of abs has Erica slightly curious who would win...]

[Excuse you, Erica.]

I dunno. [Shrug.] Just something we discussed. Civilly.

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