blindingtrust | And there shall be music!

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And there shall be music!

Ivy had been fussing all afternoon. She couldn't help it. She was excited over her date. And expected that she and Phoenix would have fun. That is if he liked music. She did due to the fact that it wouldn't keep too much attention on her. She would admit that wearing dresses, especially ones made to hint that she has legs? Made her very shy because he might look. And if he looked that meant that well, she didn't want to continue along that line of thought.

Bad Ivy. No cookie. Instead she made sure Cedric wasn't jumping all over. Yah, he was her goof ball. And she had to admit the dog was a good distraction while she waited. She expected tonight would go well. So long as nothing too physically active happened. She had a feeling despite her feeling a whole lot better Phoenix might still worry just a little over her health.

Hmm, would it be ok for her to bring her cane to a Jazz bar? It was a nice one too. Not the typical one someone might picture. They actually served decent food too. She had lunch there once.

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Phoenix is dressed fairly nicely tonight. He could've gone with the suit, but something about wearing the same thing to a date that he did to work seems kind of tacky, even if he does have a bunch of them thanks to Eiko. So instead: Polo shirt, nice slacks, dinner jacket. (Phoenix is not about to admit that the last part of the ensemble was actually a lucky find in the Sanctuary's ever eclectic laundry room. Nope.)

He's nervous. Why is he nervous? He's done this before. Sheesh. He rings the doorbell and fidgets a bit. Should he have brought a gift? He should've brought a gift. He's done it the other times. Agh.

Ivy was ready to run the door down. Ok so she was a little excited. She was really looking forward to this date. She grins to herself then opens the door greeting Phoenix with a smile.

"Right on time. I figured we could walk there it's...pretty close," she says a little shyly. Ok so she can't help it. She isn't too used to wearing things that are made for the showing off of legs.

Phoenix blinks. Wow. She looks good. REALLY good. And, well, that shy streak doesn't help either. He's always had an odd weakness for shy girls. He's never bothered to question it though; after all, SOMEONE has to go for certain types, right?

Right.

"That works for me. You look, um, great by the way," he says, rubbing the back of his neck. Boy, he was a lot better at expressing that in his head.

She doesn't quite know that he has a weakness for shy girls. But heck everyone has to have something that pushes their buttons in the good way. But the fact that he isn't reacting badly as far as she can tell encourages her a little.

"Really? Thanks." And Phoenix should probably notice how much she lights up at that little compliment. It was really quite easy to make Ivy happy.

"Um. Shall we go?" Yeah. She was still a little shy though, because she had no idea how this date would go.

Phoenix is happy to see her happy. He's like a happy sponge, or something. But at least she's not looking for anything too eloquent in compliments.

He nods. "Lead the way." He takes her by the arm, though he doesn't go anywhere just yet. After all, she's the one that knows where this place is.

She isn't the type to fish for compliments. But at the same time, she likes when he likes something. Makes it less awkward for her to dress like this.

She's trying hard to not giggle. Instead she makes sure her door is secure and leads the way outside. "It isn't too far. Um. I think you'll like it."

Or at least hopes.

Phoenix lets her lead. There's something kind of exciting about this, not knowing where they're going. Almost a mystery. Yet at the same time, it's gotta be good. He trusts her after all. "I can't imagine I won't like it if you picked it out," he says, grinning. He looks around as they walk. Gotham's really a very distinctive sort of place.

She beams brightly when he says that. He really does make her happy. It shouldn't surprise her but it does in a way. A good way.
"It'll be good."

And there they are. She leads him into the club. Jazz club. The name seem easily forgotten. But the inside is lovely. Like out of a new kind of nori film, crossed with something right out of the heart of Gotham. Only fitting. Seems she got them reservastions at a nice table off to one side. One of the waitresses who is tastefully dressed leads them over to their table.

"What do you think?"

Phoenix looks around, eyes wide. "Wow. This is *great,* Ivy. I love it!" He knew it was going to be a pleasant surprise, but wow. It's almost like somebody took the entire city and condensed it into this establishment. It's got CLASS. And, well, with some of the people he hangs out with, he doesn't get class too often.

Phoenix approves muchly.

She grins lightly.Good. He likes it. This was great. She knows she shouldn't worry. But it's him. But it's nice hearing him say it.

God his voice was nice. "That's great. Wait till you hear the music. It's...Well. It's something else," she gushes out excitedly.

"Oh? Well, then I really can't wait," he says, grinning. He flips through the menu. He brought cash on him, of course; Gotham may accept the same money as back home, but trying to use a credit card in a world he might not even exist in would be a little difficult to explain.

"How'd you find this place, anyway?" he asks idly, looking around.

"Hee." She can't help it. Suddeny she's bubbly and happy. Well she thinks it has to do with Phoenixx. Yup. All him. Annd he shouldn't have worried about that. It'll be interesting seeing them deal with the bill latter.

"Oh. I asked around. Then I recalled a few years ago a big shindig my family had to go to out here. This place was one of the places that my Mother hoped it was at. Um. My parents weren't as well to do as the rest of the Weaver family. This place is nicer without being way up there." She doesn't seem too bothered by that. But she doesn't think on her family too much. Ignores them if at all possible.

Phoenix must be on a roll, or something. Nearly everything he says seems to make her happy. This has to be a darned good sign.

He blinks. "Where does your family live? You sound like the area is pretty well-to-do," he asks. "Though, um, from the sounds of things, not a fun place to be."

It really is. She isn't used to dates going so well.

"My parents live in Metropolis. Um. We're pretty spread out. My family is pretty much um, loaded. Due to how brilliant we've always been as lawyers or scientests. At least tha's the impression I've always gotten. Hell. They treat me like I'm their next best thing. They have high hopes for me. I just wish they'd back off." She sighs just a touch. "I don't like attaching myself too strongly with them. That's all. I just want to be my own person."

Phoenix rubs the back of his head. "Well, I think all parents have high hopes for their children. It can't really be helped; they want the best for you, and well, if you do well, it does kinda make them look good," he says, chuckling. "But I think I can understand the sentiment somewhat. My own folks were actually pretty good about that sort of thing, but they still were pretty happy when I changed my major from art to law in college. And, well, I've seen the effects of parents who expect TOO much from their children." An image of Von Karma flashes through his mind briefly, but he doesn't say anything else on this subject.

"They do. My parents...They were happy for me. I think. They just hated I went so far away. But I needed to." She needed it badly. They had realized it after a while. "But. Look at me now. I'm doing pretty good."

She pauses then chuckles. "Mayybe we should get some soda or something? The music usually starts up about now."

"I think I understand. It wasn't until I got away from my folks that I really got a chance to take a good look at myself, I think. They meant well, but they didn't really work that hard to make sure I was going to be a mature adult. It took the school of hard knocks for me to figure that stuff out," he says, sighing.

He nods. "Yeah, for a start. Can't wait to hear it. You've been pumping it up so much." He grins.

She smiles and nods. "My parents sheltered me. They were afraid the world would break me. At first I thought it would because I...I was really lonely. But I met people. So everything was fine."

She ends up ordering a club soda. What will Phoenix get before the first set starts up?

Phoenix grins. "Yeah, I'd say you're doing all right for yourself. I'm sure you've broken a lot of expectations," he says encouragingly. "Not everybody can claim to have done as much as you've already done." He nearly adds, "with your disabilities," but manages to bite it back. Bad Phoenix.

Phoenix orders a coke. He'd order something alcoholic, but feels a little self-conscious about it when he hears what she orders.

She laughs softly. "Thanks Phoenix. I...guess I have. People tend to expect so little it seems."

Well she's trying to be good. She isn't too sure what the night has in store. She'd like to be thinking mostly rationally for now.

Oh and listen! The band has started up. Ivy is merrily listening as the music starts going.

"They shouldn't. Everything I've heard about you indicates to me you've got everything under control. And that's admirable even in people WITH sight," he says.

Phoenix listens as well. "Wow, they really are good. Some bands just sort of make the attempt, but these guys really seem to know how to play." He taps his foot a bit to the song.

She smiles at him. "Thanks. They just worry too much. ...You, think so?" She isn't so sure about having everything under controll. Sometimes it just feels like she doesn't have it that way.

She flashes him a grin. "Yeah. I thought they were pretty sweet. It's like...I dunno. It's just really good."

"Yeah. Well, you seem to have it together better than I did at your age. Not that that's necessarily difficult, but still pretty admirable," he says. He really means this too. Flatterer.

"I agree! Boy, you picked a GREAT place tonight." He grins. "Any recommendations on food, though? I'm starved."

She blushes and dips her head shyly. "Thanks Pjhoenix."

"Hee! Thanks. Um, the Chicken Marlasla is great. Of course. Everything they do here is pretty awesome."

Phoenix nods. "Okay. I'll give that a shot, then." He grins. Everything's just so right now -- the music, the mood, the company... It's enough to make him forget about Nexus woes.

"So have you been feeling better? It's been a while since, um, that incident, so..." He rubs the back of his head. It has to be out of her system by now, right?

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