answers her phone after a long moment. She had to sing along to her ringtone. "Wassup!"

blinks. "Did your voice change?"

"Uhhh....I guess so?"

"Its girly. Anyway, would you like some free food?" Dinner date.

food. She didn't know Greece had some. "What kind?"

rolls his eyes. "Delicious food. You in?"

"What kinda delicious food? Burgers?"

grunts. "It can be I guess." He can try them he guesses...

a picky eater. "Awesome! When?"

not a picky eater. whats ever good is good. "When are you free?"

"Uhhhhhh....I got a lotta shit to do, but I guess now's fine. How far away are ya?"

on a plane actually, already assuming she would say yes. He would. Whatever the hell he/she is. "Actually I'm about....fuck time zones. um-

a few hours actually. I'm headed towards you now. I assumed you wouldn't turn down free food."

doesn't really mind this. "Uh...I didn't know you could use phones on planes."

clicks his tongue and yawns. "yup. those special ones that cost a shitload. The ones the planes have? Managed to talk someone into buying-

me some minutes on it. you've been on planes before. Dont you remember?"

snorts. "Fuck yeah I've been on planes. I *invented* then. Also I didn't know you could afford that shit. Since ya always talk about how-

poor your ass is."

picks at his nails and idly wishes the movie was better. He'd take a nap, but hell. He knew as soon as he did some jerk off would fall on-

him and drool everywhere. "I am poor. But I got free miles from whatsherface I met at a bar and minutes from hot person aisle over." He-

won't say how he got the miles or minutes. That goes without saying.

....isn't going to give that a response. Fucking gross, dude. "Um. Okay, well, call me when you're in, I guess." She has things to do-

until then.

bites his knuckle in doubles over. God it was too easy to mess with America sometimes. "Alright dude." He's gonna sleep until he gets-

there then, and try to ignore the drooling moron on his shoulder. Damn droolers.

sleeps the rest of the flight and speeds off the plane before he punches the old man that covered his sleeve in slobber. He dumps his-

backpack on the ground and whips out his cell phone, speed dialing Allie.

actually being somewhat productive with all of the work she's behind on. Somehow, she's not as easily distracted as she normally is. Which-

why she takes a moment to answer. "Hello~?"

coughs and sidesteps a person as they try to clip him with a suitcase. "Gimme your address. I got a ride waiting." His leg is killing him-

so sorry if his tone is a little clipped.

rattles off her address and chirps some parting words. She's going to get more done before Greece gets here.

grunts a goodbye and slouches while his some of his people make more work then necessary to put his bag in the fucking car. He growls at-

one and slinks into the front passenger seat, telling them the address. he barely tries to be social, saving all his energy for Allie. He-

swings his bag onto his shoulder and waves them off, offering better times soon. coughing again he wanders up an knocks on his, her, door.

pulls herself away from her computer after saving what she'd been typing in whatever document, and heads downstairs to the front door to-

greet him. "Hey! Wassup, man?"

doesn't ogle her. He's way to smooth for that. He does give her a sweeping glance and grin. "Not much. May I?" He shakes his bag. It's way-

too much effort to actually hold it when he can put it down. there's not much in it, but still..."Ready for a food date?"

moves out of the way so he can walk in. "I'm ready for food."

wanders in and sets his bag down with a thump, sighing and finger combing his hair. He rubs his face and smiles at her, reaching for his-

wallet. "Pick a place.'

raises an eyebrow at him, then nods and pulls out a phonebook. She only uses it for restaurants. "This place." It's a pub that-

makes some really big, awesome burgers.

looks down at it, and nods. Pub means booze right? Hell any place with booze is good enough. "It's got alcohol, right? and the food must be-

good..." He's pretty much game for it.

shrugs. She goes to restaurants for food, not alcohol. "Guess so."

used to be that way before his mood changed. "After you miss lady.

" He gestures towards the door. No use in standing around then.

hops to her feet and all but bounds out of house. She's excited for food, ah yeah.

laughs and follows, sticking his hands in his pockets and eyes glancing around. "I can't remember the last time I was here. How far is the-

place?"

heads for her car. Gas-guzzler, but it's too badass to not drive. "About ten minutes from here, depending upon traffic."

snorts, and raises an eyebrow before stopping in front of the passenger side door. "Do we really need to drive? Sides I know I'll be-

drinking. What about you?"

*needs* to drive. You just don't get it, man. "Of course we need to drive. And man, don't be gettin' drunk off yer ass. Don't worry -

bout me."

guesses he doesn't get it but whatever. It does kind of irk him about the drunk statement but he ignores it and waits for her to unlock the-

car. He'll get drunk if he wants to, but he won't get that bad. "I will worry bout it. If you decide to drink we're either gonna call a taxi

or we're walking. I don't ride with drunk drivers."

simply isn't going to put up certain drunk antics. She's a fun person, but there are things that go beyond her level of comfortability. -

"I'll probably just have a coke or something, honestly."

unlocks the car door and hops in. She'll drive after both seatbelts are on.

clicks his seatbelt on. Hell, she can't be a worse driver then Prussia. Gil fucking was terrifying behind a wheel."That sounds boring. I-

thought you Americans enjoyed having a good time." He'll refrain from setting his hands near her. Not yet.

promptly shrug any hands on her off. "I can have an awesome time any time. Coke's the king of drinks!" And now she'll drive. -

She's not a bad driver. ...Just a little oblivious to other people on the road.

grips his seat and curses as they almost nail someone. "You're pretty bad at it." Jesus christ.

"...Bad at what?" Hold on, she can make this light.

flattens himself against his seat, and barely keeps himself from closing his eyes. Gods, she was going to give him an anxiety attack. "At-

driving. We're going to die."

rolls her eyes. "Whatever. I'm an awesome driver." And look, they're here, completely unscathed.

pulls himself out of the car and decides he's walking back. Even if he does get lost and mugged by a homeless man. He leans against it-

catching his breath. He grins at her, but it's empty. Gods he almost feels sick. "Keep lying to yourself."

scoffs and walks inside the restaurant. Greece is simply weak if he can't handle her driving. She'll go ahead and get a table, now.

doesn't mind her strutting in front of him. Gives him a nice view of that ass in those jeans. Meow. He smirks and follows, sure to keep-

his cover from getting blown. Then again he might let a few looks be noticed. Angry chicks are hot.

oblivious to it at the moment, at least, so she simply sits down at the table she's escorted to.

sits across from her and lounges, letting his long legs stretch out. He doesn't really mind if they touch her or invade her space. "So what-

should I get?" He grabs the menu, and also grabs the drinks menu. He's drinking damnit.