♦ sophie devereaux | leverage

[wereall_addicts]

	✔ Cʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀs/AU ✔ Aᴄᴛɪᴏɴsᴘᴀᴍ ✔ Pʀᴏsᴇ	✔ Pɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs ✔ Oᴛʜᴇʀᴡᴏʀᴅʟʏ ✔ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs	♥ F/M, F/F ⏰ Uᴘ ᴛᴏ Dᴀᴛᴇ + Rᴇᴅᴇᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ

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[thatsplan_g]

[Nate is eating some soup on the couch, watching some old Blackadder reruns. He's in a mood, pictures of Sam in a shoebox next to him.

Rescue him from his denial.]

[wereall_addicts]

[HERE SHE COMES TO SAVE THE DAAAAAAAY.

Ahem.

At least he isn't drinking. She'll breeze her way in the door, just as she always does]

Nate? You home?

[thatsplan_g]

In here.

[You might not be able so see him because he's slouched so far down on the couch.

He really wants to be drinking.]

[wereall_addicts]

[Don't drink, Nate. Drinking is bad.]

This lovely little French place just opened up down town -- I was wondering if you wanted to go.

[thatsplan_g]

[Nate would much rather eat his soup and watch reruns, but the idea of crepes, and time with Sophie makes him push off the couch, putting the soup on the coffee table and scooping up the shoe box of gluttonous guilt.

He's Catholic, don't judge him.]

That'd be great.

[wereall_addicts]

Great. Get dressed, I'll make the reservation.

[thatsplan_g]

[Nate disappears upstairs. The closet opens. He stares at it.]

What kind of French restaurant is this?

[wereall_addicts]

[makes a face at that]

Since when do you care?

[thatsplan_g]

Since I have two clean shirts and don't want to have to change.

[wereall_addicts]

[sighs]

Nowhere fancy, I promise.

[thatsplan_g]

[And a few moments later, Nate comes back down the stairs in his classic pants and button down, because even if it's not fancy, he doesn't think Sophie will appreciates sweats and a UMass tee shirt.]

Does being French imply that it's fancy?

[wereall_addicts]

Not always. The French know how to slum it every once in a while.