And there shall be music!

[blindingtrust]

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 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."

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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."

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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.

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"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."

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"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.

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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?

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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."

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"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."

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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."

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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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She grins lightly. "Cool. I'll probably settle for stuffed chicken myself. Rule about Gotham? Don't eat the fish." She giggles and tilts her head cheerily.

"I have! I...can actually get around for the full day without feeling so sick or weak." She looks quite happy with that. And if Phoenix doesn't know this Ivy is doing this to make him feel better. Who knows, sometime he might have to make her feel better.

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Phoenix orders when the waiter comes, then looks at Ivy oddly. "Um, why not the fish?" he asks, confused.

He grins. "Great! Sounds like progress to me. CAn't let something like that get you down too long. You'll be back to normal in no time," he says. It's a relief to hear her say that; the idea of the effects being longterm did worry him a little.

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she orders as well. Then tries to figure out just how to put it. "Sometimes the Joker posions things. I noticed he doesn't seem to like fish much."

She chuckles lightly. "I probably all ready am. I haven't felt the need to nap directly after work for a few days."

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Phoenix gulps. "Um, noted." His mind wanders to the antivenom Dr. Crane provided. He just hopes he never has to use it.

"Well that's REALLY good news, then. Let's hope nothing like that happens again, though. I don't think I could take it," he says shaking his head.

Song change, a new take on an old hit. Not that such a thing is unusual for jazz, but this rendition is pretty darned good.

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She wants to tell him not to worry but knows he will anyways. She would.

She reaches over to touch his hand. "I'll be careful. I promise."

She tilts her head when the song starts and grins brightly. 'I like this one', she mouths so she doesn' interupt the song with her voice.

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Phoenix nods and remains quiet, listening to the music. His hand slides over Ivy's in the middle of it all. He's lost in the moment -- until food arrives, of course. Always a plus.

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She perks up. Ohh food. "...Like the music?"

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Phoenix nods. "Definitely. I like to say that I have a pretty eclectic taste in music, but I've always been a jazz fan above others, I think," he replies, grinning. "And these guys are REALLY good."

He tucks in. "How about you? Jazz your favorite as well?"

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She listens to him patchently. but is also eating just a bit when he's talking. Mosty she's pleased he seems to enjoy this alot.

"Well I like it a great deal. I don't exactly have a favorite music. It's hard to choose. I just happen to really like this band. They...It's like magic."

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He nods. "Are they the house band, then? Or do they have albums out?" He makes a mental note: if they have albums, she's totally getting one. Though he hopes they aren't too expensive, of course.

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"House band. But they do have albums of stuff they've done here," she adds. And she won't expect that. But it will be rather pleasent. She really enjoys music.

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Phoenix nods. Eeeeeeeexcellent. He knows what HE'S getting when she's not looking.

He's finished most of his plate at this point. "I have to say, this place really does do pretty good food. You really know how to pick 'em, Ivy," he says, grinning. He hopes the place HE picks next lives up to her expectations.