[ There's something sweet in the relief that eases into his shoulders when she agrees, and a smile sneaks its way onto her lips at his response. ]
See you in an hour.
[ It's not until she's alone that the panic actually settles into the pit of her stomach. Shit. She's in over her head here. Training with an army of killers? Sure. Taking on a battalion of Klingons head on? Why not.
But when was the last time she'd been on a date, for god sakes?
She books it to the showers, scrubbing herself down before throwing on a pair of sweats and a shirt and heading to her room. It takes her a while to dig up any clothing she owns that's not Starfleet issue or sporty casual, but eventually she throws on a simple black dress with a pair of boots, shrugging on her leather jacket and putting on a little eyeliner and lipstick.
She's buzzing his door at the top of the hour, a bottle of wine tucked into the pocket of her jacket. ]
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See you in an hour.
[ It's not until she's alone that the panic actually settles into the pit of her stomach. Shit. She's in over her head here. Training with an army of killers? Sure. Taking on a battalion of Klingons head on? Why not.
But when was the last time she'd been on a date, for god sakes?
She books it to the showers, scrubbing herself down before throwing on a pair of sweats and a shirt and heading to her room. It takes her a while to dig up any clothing she owns that's not Starfleet issue or sporty casual, but eventually she throws on a simple black dress with a pair of boots, shrugging on her leather jacket and putting on a little eyeliner and lipstick.
She's buzzing his door at the top of the hour, a bottle of wine tucked into the pocket of her jacket. ]