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9:16pm July 22, 2014

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" why? You dressed like a conformist in elementary?" Mike joked. He tried to picture as a little boy in normal clothes and without dye in his hair. He didn’t see it.
"They probably recognize you because of the cane. Not many people see two blind guys in their lifetimes." Mike thought.
He tried the pasta and pretty much drained his glass of wine. He regretted only filling his glass half full.
The zucinni was pretty weird and mike wasn’t sure if he liked it.
" wanna try some of my stuff?" Mike motioned to his plate.

Pete nodded. “Yeah, actually. Until about fourth grade, I dressed like everyone else. No red hair dye, actual color in my clothes, no black at all minus my hair that’s naturally black. That and I was chubbier, a lot chubbier, as a kid. And I kinda looked like a little girl.” He explained, though the last part slipped. He hoped Mike didn’t ask about that at all. Fuck. “It can’t be the cane, though, because I almost never used it. It was always too big and annoyed the hell out of me. I only used it when Mackey forced me to.”
Still trying to figure it out, Pete shrugged, taking another bite from his own food. “Huh? Oh, no thanks. I’m not a big fan of fish.” He said when Mike offered some of his food.

Mike smirked. Really chubby girly Pete, that sounded adorable.
" you sound like the cutest little kid. What happened? Cute little not rebellious red Pete, a few extra pounds of cute and is girly. That’s so cute." Mike gushed.
" I was a sports kid. Nothing cute about that. I wore basketball shorts for like 7 years . Ew. I don’t know what I was thinking there. My hair was brown though. No green. Or black. " mike explained reminiscing. He hardly recognized himself without black and green hair now. He’d had it for so long it was like that was his natural color.

Pete frowned, remembering how out of place and uncomfortable he had always felt as a girl. “No, it wasn’t cute. I hated everything about being girly. The chubby I didn’t care about and the red dye I can live without, but I hated being girly.” He mumbled, taking another bite of his food.
"Literally all I remember of you before you were vamp is that you were a preppy, nerdy kid." Pete said, trying to imagine a sporty Mike. He just couldn’t. He found himself laughing when he tried.

" hey I was cool. Just kind of a douche…. I can’t even imagine how you looked, like I can’t picture you looking girly." Mike thought.
But if he really looked at Pete’s face, he did have a really feminine jawline, and his body had more curvature than most guys, so mike could see Pete as a girl, but not girly. There’s no way he’d wear a dress.
Mike ate a few more bites of fish and was already thinking about Desert. He hadn’t even finished a fourth of the plate but he was certain this place was the one with the really good cake.

"Only kind of?" Pete asked, being sarcastic, though he did remember Mike being a douche. He would only let "cool kids" be one of the vamps, which was pretty ridiculous. Ugh, but Mike was starting to catch on… Fuck. "Just forget it. I looked pretty much the same, but chubby, with no hair dye and I looked like a little girl." He mumbled, hoping Mike would just drop it. Ugh, why hadn’t he thought more when he was talking? If he’d payed attention to what he was saying, it wouldn’t have slipped. Just talking about it was making him uncomfortable, though he was probably being a bit paranoid too, because he could practically feel stares directed at him, almost as if trying to figure him out and he hated it. Looking down at his plate, he kind of picked at his remaining food rather than eating it.

Mike was reminded of hair dye.
" I gotta redo my hair soon. Maybe I could do yours." Mike offered.
Mike was a done with talking about their past selfs because it was make them both uncomfortable.
He attempted to steal Pete’s glass of wine as well, and he scooted the glass towards him but stopped because the wine was spilling over the table.
" shit. Shhitt." Mike rushed to put napkins where he spilled the some of the wine.

Pete shrugged. “If you wanna. I’ve been thinking about letting it grow out to it’s natural color, though, or changing the color I use, but I really like the red so I haven’t bothered.” He replied, more than grateful for the subject change. He almost didn’t notice the wine spilling. Almost. He wouldn’t have if Mike hadn’t continuously said “shit” as a result. “Be careful, Mike.” He said, grabbing the majority of the napkins that had been left on the table and handing them to him.

Mike finished up cleaning up all the wine on the table. Jesus he was a klutz. He looked up at pete. He could kind of see pete without the red color. It made him seem kinda normal though.
" sorry about that…. I guess you’d look okay with just black, but im pretty used to you having the red, that would be like of i cut my hair short, itd be weird…although i actually might consider cutting off my hair so i can look more professional. I already like weird stuff, i kinda need to look professional to get hired anywhere." Mike rambled.
He sipped what was left in the wine glass. He really wished one day he could get pete totally drunk. He was curious as to what he’d act like.
Petes seen mike do pretty much everything. It wasnt fair.
" you look so nice in the jacket. We should dress you up more often." Mike commented.

Pete finished up his plate while Mike cleaned up the spilled wine. When he mentioned cutting his hair, Pete made a face. “I don’t think you should cut it. Not too short anyways. If you wanna look more professional, most places that hire prefer that their employees either have their natural hair color or their whole head dyed a color that’s deemed ‘natural.’ Most places don’t bother a person about their hair style unless the person has an over the top do like a Mohawk or something.” That was about all Pete knew, but it was from experience. When he was younger, he tried lying about his age to get a part time job and it worked for a little while.
"Hm? Oh, thanks." He said when Mike mentioned how he looked. "I dunno, I’m not a big fan of getting dressed up. It’s harder to hi-uh, get dressed because buttons and zippers are usually smaller on fancy clothes and there’s usually a lot of parts." He almost let another thing slip, luckily he caught himself before he finished the sentence.

Mike noticed pete fumble with his words. He’d been doing that a lot lately.
" we can find shirts with bigger buttons so you can see them, or you could actually let me help you put it on?" Mike suggested.
The waitress came back and asked them if they were finished. She left them a dessert menu and boxes for the food. Mike could never eat a full plate at a resterant. Eh,itd be a good lunch tommorrow.
Mike eyed the desserts. Everything looked like chocolate heaven.
He wasn’t gonna get dessert unless pete wanted it, he really didnt need the extra calories, and he really didn’t need to make pete stay when he didnt want to. He was probrobly getting tired anyway.
" its getting kinda late, you wanna go home? " mike asked.

Pete shook his head. “The bigger buttons are fine. I can dress myself.” He replied, refusing to let Mike dress him. If he had Mike help him, he would easily be caught wearing the chest binder and then Mike would find out. He couldn’t let him find out like that…
Pushing the thought aside when the hostess returned, he grabbed one of the menus and looked through it. Probably the only thing he didn’t really care about the prices on at restaurants was the desserts. They were /always/ well worth it.
When Mike mentioned leaving, Pete frowned a bit. “I kinda wanted to get a dessert, but if you wanna leave we can.” He replied. Okay, he /really/ wanted to get one of the desserts, but he wouldn’t ask if Mike wanted to leave.

" okay lets get dessert then! I never really know if its okay to order dessert." Mike told. He looked at all the desserts. He pointed at a the cakes, he was astounded by all the cake they had.
" which one should i get? God there’s so many. Wait. Wait i found one i want." Mike pointed to the brownie and ice cream dessert that had chocolate all over it and strawberries a d it was topped with sparkler fireworks. It was stupidly over done.
It looked amazing to mike. He looked overto pete.
" so which one looks good to you?"

Pete smiled slightly, glad that they were getting a dessert. He almost never went to restaurants so he almost never got a fancy dessert. Looking through the menu, he couldn’t decide on one.
"I don’t really know if I should get a dessert for myself. I never finish the whole thing, and I can’t really decide anyways." He replied when Mike asked wha the was getting.

3:04pm July 22, 2014

 Closed Rp with Vampireleader

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" why? You dressed like a conformist in elementary?" Mike joked. He tried to picture as a little boy in normal clothes and without dye in his hair. He didn’t see it.
"They probably recognize you because of the cane. Not many people see two blind guys in their lifetimes." Mike thought.
He tried the pasta and pretty much drained his glass of wine. He regretted only filling his glass half full.
The zucinni was pretty weird and mike wasn’t sure if he liked it.
" wanna try some of my stuff?" Mike motioned to his plate.

Pete nodded. “Yeah, actually. Until about fourth grade, I dressed like everyone else. No red hair dye, actual color in my clothes, no black at all minus my hair that’s naturally black. That and I was chubbier, a lot chubbier, as a kid. And I kinda looked like a little girl.” He explained, though the last part slipped. He hoped Mike didn’t ask about that at all. Fuck. “It can’t be the cane, though, because I almost never used it. It was always too big and annoyed the hell out of me. I only used it when Mackey forced me to.”
Still trying to figure it out, Pete shrugged, taking another bite from his own food. “Huh? Oh, no thanks. I’m not a big fan of fish.” He said when Mike offered some of his food.

Mike smirked. Really chubby girly Pete, that sounded adorable.
" you sound like the cutest little kid. What happened? Cute little not rebellious red Pete, a few extra pounds of cute and is girly. That’s so cute." Mike gushed.
" I was a sports kid. Nothing cute about that. I wore basketball shorts for like 7 years . Ew. I don’t know what I was thinking there. My hair was brown though. No green. Or black. " mike explained reminiscing. He hardly recognized himself without black and green hair now. He’d had it for so long it was like that was his natural color.

Pete frowned, remembering how out of place and uncomfortable he had always felt as a girl. “No, it wasn’t cute. I hated everything about being girly. The chubby I didn’t care about and the red dye I can live without, but I hated being girly.” He mumbled, taking another bite of his food.
"Literally all I remember of you before you were vamp is that you were a preppy, nerdy kid." Pete said, trying to imagine a sporty Mike. He just couldn’t. He found himself laughing when he tried.

" hey I was cool. Just kind of a douche…. I can’t even imagine how you looked, like I can’t picture you looking girly." Mike thought.
But if he really looked at Pete’s face, he did have a really feminine jawline, and his body had more curvature than most guys, so mike could see Pete as a girl, but not girly. There’s no way he’d wear a dress.
Mike ate a few more bites of fish and was already thinking about Desert. He hadn’t even finished a fourth of the plate but he was certain this place was the one with the really good cake.

"Only kind of?" Pete asked, being sarcastic, though he did remember Mike being a douche. He would only let "cool kids" be one of the vamps, which was pretty ridiculous. Ugh, but Mike was starting to catch on… Fuck. "Just forget it. I looked pretty much the same, but chubby, with no hair dye and I looked like a little girl." He mumbled, hoping Mike would just drop it. Ugh, why hadn’t he thought more when he was talking? If he’d payed attention to what he was saying, it wouldn’t have slipped. Just talking about it was making him uncomfortable, though he was probably being a bit paranoid too, because he could practically feel stares directed at him, almost as if trying to figure him out and he hated it. Looking down at his plate, he kind of picked at his remaining food rather than eating it.

Mike was reminded of hair dye.
" I gotta redo my hair soon. Maybe I could do yours." Mike offered.
Mike was a done with talking about their past selfs because it was make them both uncomfortable.
He attempted to steal Pete’s glass of wine as well, and he scooted the glass towards him but stopped because the wine was spilling over the table.
" shit. Shhitt." Mike rushed to put napkins where he spilled the some of the wine.

Pete shrugged. “If you wanna. I’ve been thinking about letting it grow out to it’s natural color, though, or changing the color I use, but I really like the red so I haven’t bothered.” He replied, more than grateful for the subject change. He almost didn’t notice the wine spilling. Almost. He wouldn’t have if Mike hadn’t continuously said “shit” as a result. “Be careful, Mike.” He said, grabbing the majority of the napkins that had been left on the table and handing them to him.

Mike finished up cleaning up all the wine on the table. Jesus he was a klutz. He looked up at pete. He could kind of see pete without the red color. It made him seem kinda normal though.
" sorry about that…. I guess you’d look okay with just black, but im pretty used to you having the red, that would be like of i cut my hair short, itd be weird…although i actually might consider cutting off my hair so i can look more professional. I already like weird stuff, i kinda need to look professional to get hired anywhere." Mike rambled.
He sipped what was left in the wine glass. He really wished one day he could get pete totally drunk. He was curious as to what he’d act like.
Petes seen mike do pretty much everything. It wasnt fair.
" you look so nice in the jacket. We should dress you up more often." Mike commented.

Pete finished up his plate while Mike cleaned up the spilled wine. When he mentioned cutting his hair, Pete made a face. “I don’t think you should cut it. Not too short anyways. If you wanna look more professional, most places that hire prefer that their employees either have their natural hair color or their whole head dyed a color that’s deemed ‘natural.’ Most places don’t bother a person about their hair style unless the person has an over the top do like a Mohawk or something.” That was about all Pete knew, but it was from experience. When he was younger, he tried lying about his age to get a part time job and it worked for a little while.
"Hm? Oh, thanks." He said when Mike mentioned how he looked. "I dunno, I’m not a big fan of getting dressed up. It’s harder to hi-uh, get dressed because buttons and zippers are usually smaller on fancy clothes and there’s usually a lot of parts." He almost let another thing slip, luckily he caught himself before he finished the sentence.

Mike noticed pete fumble with his words. He’d been doing that a lot lately.
" we can find shirts with bigger buttons so you can see them, or you could actually let me help you put it on?" Mike suggested.
The waitress came back and asked them if they were finished. She left them a dessert menu and boxes for the food. Mike could never eat a full plate at a resterant. Eh,itd be a good lunch tommorrow.
Mike eyed the desserts. Everything looked like chocolate heaven.
He wasn’t gonna get dessert unless pete wanted it, he really didnt need the extra calories, and he really didn’t need to make pete stay when he didnt want to. He was probrobly getting tired anyway.
" its getting kinda late, you wanna go home? " mike asked.

Pete shook his head. “The bigger buttons are fine. I can dress myself.” He replied, refusing to let Mike dress him. If he had Mike help him, he would easily be caught wearing the chest binder and then Mike would find out. He couldn’t let him find out like that…
Pushing the thought aside when the hostess returned, he grabbed one of the menus and looked through it. Probably the only thing he didn’t really care about the prices on at restaurants was the desserts. They were /always/ well worth it.
When Mike mentioned leaving, Pete frowned a bit. “I kinda wanted to get a dessert, but if you wanna leave we can.” He replied. Okay, he /really/ wanted to get one of the desserts, but he wouldn’t ask if Mike wanted to leave.

2:17pm July 22, 2014

 Closed Rp with Vampireleader

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" why? You dressed like a conformist in elementary?" Mike joked. He tried to picture as a little boy in normal clothes and without dye in his hair. He didn’t see it.
"They probably recognize you because of the cane. Not many people see two blind guys in their lifetimes." Mike thought.
He tried the pasta and pretty much drained his glass of wine. He regretted only filling his glass half full.
The zucinni was pretty weird and mike wasn’t sure if he liked it.
" wanna try some of my stuff?" Mike motioned to his plate.

Pete nodded. “Yeah, actually. Until about fourth grade, I dressed like everyone else. No red hair dye, actual color in my clothes, no black at all minus my hair that’s naturally black. That and I was chubbier, a lot chubbier, as a kid. And I kinda looked like a little girl.” He explained, though the last part slipped. He hoped Mike didn’t ask about that at all. Fuck. “It can’t be the cane, though, because I almost never used it. It was always too big and annoyed the hell out of me. I only used it when Mackey forced me to.”
Still trying to figure it out, Pete shrugged, taking another bite from his own food. “Huh? Oh, no thanks. I’m not a big fan of fish.” He said when Mike offered some of his food.

Mike smirked. Really chubby girly Pete, that sounded adorable.
" you sound like the cutest little kid. What happened? Cute little not rebellious red Pete, a few extra pounds of cute and is girly. That’s so cute." Mike gushed.
" I was a sports kid. Nothing cute about that. I wore basketball shorts for like 7 years . Ew. I don’t know what I was thinking there. My hair was brown though. No green. Or black. " mike explained reminiscing. He hardly recognized himself without black and green hair now. He’d had it for so long it was like that was his natural color.

Pete frowned, remembering how out of place and uncomfortable he had always felt as a girl. “No, it wasn’t cute. I hated everything about being girly. The chubby I didn’t care about and the red dye I can live without, but I hated being girly.” He mumbled, taking another bite of his food.
"Literally all I remember of you before you were vamp is that you were a preppy, nerdy kid." Pete said, trying to imagine a sporty Mike. He just couldn’t. He found himself laughing when he tried.

" hey I was cool. Just kind of a douche…. I can’t even imagine how you looked, like I can’t picture you looking girly." Mike thought.
But if he really looked at Pete’s face, he did have a really feminine jawline, and his body had more curvature than most guys, so mike could see Pete as a girl, but not girly. There’s no way he’d wear a dress.
Mike ate a few more bites of fish and was already thinking about Desert. He hadn’t even finished a fourth of the plate but he was certain this place was the one with the really good cake.

"Only kind of?" Pete asked, being sarcastic, though he did remember Mike being a douche. He would only let "cool kids" be one of the vamps, which was pretty ridiculous. Ugh, but Mike was starting to catch on… Fuck. "Just forget it. I looked pretty much the same, but chubby, with no hair dye and I looked like a little girl." He mumbled, hoping Mike would just drop it. Ugh, why hadn’t he thought more when he was talking? If he’d payed attention to what he was saying, it wouldn’t have slipped. Just talking about it was making him uncomfortable, though he was probably being a bit paranoid too, because he could practically feel stares directed at him, almost as if trying to figure him out and he hated it. Looking down at his plate, he kind of picked at his remaining food rather than eating it.

Mike was reminded of hair dye.
" I gotta redo my hair soon. Maybe I could do yours." Mike offered.
Mike was a done with talking about their past selfs because it was make them both uncomfortable.
He attempted to steal Pete’s glass of wine as well, and he scooted the glass towards him but stopped because the wine was spilling over the table.
" shit. Shhitt." Mike rushed to put napkins where he spilled the some of the wine.

Pete shrugged. “If you wanna. I’ve been thinking about letting it grow out to it’s natural color, though, or changing the color I use, but I really like the red so I haven’t bothered.” He replied, more than grateful for the subject change. He almost didn’t notice the wine spilling. Almost. He wouldn’t have if Mike hadn’t continuously said “shit” as a result. “Be careful, Mike.” He said, grabbing the majority of the napkins that had been left on the table and handing them to him.

Mike finished up cleaning up all the wine on the table. Jesus he was a klutz. He looked up at pete. He could kind of see pete without the red color. It made him seem kinda normal though.
" sorry about that…. I guess you’d look okay with just black, but im pretty used to you having the red, that would be like of i cut my hair short, itd be weird…although i actually might consider cutting off my hair so i can look more professional. I already like weird stuff, i kinda need to look professional to get hired anywhere." Mike rambled.
He sipped what was left in the wine glass. He really wished one day he could get pete totally drunk. He was curious as to what he’d act like.
Petes seen mike do pretty much everything. It wasnt fair.
" you look so nice in the jacket. We should dress you up more often." Mike commented.

Pete finished up his plate while Mike cleaned up the spilled wine. When he mentioned cutting his hair, Pete made a face. “I don’t think you should cut it. Not too short anyways. If you wanna look more professional, most places that hire prefer that their employees either have their natural hair color or their whole head dyed a color that’s deemed ‘natural.’ Most places don’t bother a person about their hair style unless the person has an over the top do like a Mohawk or something.” That was about all Pete knew, but it was from experience. When he was younger, he tried lying about his age to get a part time job and it worked for a little while.
"Hm? Oh, thanks." He said when Mike mentioned how he looked. "I dunno, I’m not a big fan of getting dressed up. It’s harder to hi-uh, get dressed because buttons and zippers are usually smaller on fancy clothes and there’s usually a lot of parts." He almost let another thing slip, luckily he caught himself before he finished the sentence.

10:16am July 22, 2014
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So I tried to recreate this, because I knew the responses would be different, and consequently realized that it’s either extremely old or faked, as Cleverbot auto-capitalizes and auto-punctuates your sentences for you if you do not. Oh well.

In light of that fact, here’s my go at cybersexing Cleverbot.

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i’M ACTUALLY CRYING.

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THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY

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Story of my life

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10:14am July 22, 2014

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Porsche tilted her head in confusion. “What do you mean? At the restaurant we play music all the time.”

"Just because a person plays music doesn’t mean that…

Pete couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s easier to show a person, rather than just explain it.”

10:12pm July 21, 2014

Headed to bed

I’ll reply to everything tomorrow. Goodnight!

6:16pm July 21, 2014

 Closed Rp with Vampireleader

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" why? You dressed like a conformist in elementary?" Mike joked. He tried to picture as a little boy in normal clothes and without dye in his hair. He didn’t see it.
"They probably recognize you because of the cane. Not many people see two blind guys in their lifetimes." Mike thought.
He tried the pasta and pretty much drained his glass of wine. He regretted only filling his glass half full.
The zucinni was pretty weird and mike wasn’t sure if he liked it.
" wanna try some of my stuff?" Mike motioned to his plate.

Pete nodded. “Yeah, actually. Until about fourth grade, I dressed like everyone else. No red hair dye, actual color in my clothes, no black at all minus my hair that’s naturally black. That and I was chubbier, a lot chubbier, as a kid. And I kinda looked like a little girl.” He explained, though the last part slipped. He hoped Mike didn’t ask about that at all. Fuck. “It can’t be the cane, though, because I almost never used it. It was always too big and annoyed the hell out of me. I only used it when Mackey forced me to.”
Still trying to figure it out, Pete shrugged, taking another bite from his own food. “Huh? Oh, no thanks. I’m not a big fan of fish.” He said when Mike offered some of his food.

Mike smirked. Really chubby girly Pete, that sounded adorable.
" you sound like the cutest little kid. What happened? Cute little not rebellious red Pete, a few extra pounds of cute and is girly. That’s so cute." Mike gushed.
" I was a sports kid. Nothing cute about that. I wore basketball shorts for like 7 years . Ew. I don’t know what I was thinking there. My hair was brown though. No green. Or black. " mike explained reminiscing. He hardly recognized himself without black and green hair now. He’d had it for so long it was like that was his natural color.

Pete frowned, remembering how out of place and uncomfortable he had always felt as a girl. “No, it wasn’t cute. I hated everything about being girly. The chubby I didn’t care about and the red dye I can live without, but I hated being girly.” He mumbled, taking another bite of his food.
"Literally all I remember of you before you were vamp is that you were a preppy, nerdy kid." Pete said, trying to imagine a sporty Mike. He just couldn’t. He found himself laughing when he tried.

" hey I was cool. Just kind of a douche…. I can’t even imagine how you looked, like I can’t picture you looking girly." Mike thought.
But if he really looked at Pete’s face, he did have a really feminine jawline, and his body had more curvature than most guys, so mike could see Pete as a girl, but not girly. There’s no way he’d wear a dress.
Mike ate a few more bites of fish and was already thinking about Desert. He hadn’t even finished a fourth of the plate but he was certain this place was the one with the really good cake.

"Only kind of?" Pete asked, being sarcastic, though he did remember Mike being a douche. He would only let "cool kids" be one of the vamps, which was pretty ridiculous. Ugh, but Mike was starting to catch on… Fuck. "Just forget it. I looked pretty much the same, but chubby, with no hair dye and I looked like a little girl." He mumbled, hoping Mike would just drop it. Ugh, why hadn’t he thought more when he was talking? If he’d payed attention to what he was saying, it wouldn’t have slipped. Just talking about it was making him uncomfortable, though he was probably being a bit paranoid too, because he could practically feel stares directed at him, almost as if trying to figure him out and he hated it. Looking down at his plate, he kind of picked at his remaining food rather than eating it.

Mike was reminded of hair dye.
" I gotta redo my hair soon. Maybe I could do yours." Mike offered.
Mike was a done with talking about their past selfs because it was make them both uncomfortable.
He attempted to steal Pete’s glass of wine as well, and he scooted the glass towards him but stopped because the wine was spilling over the table.
" shit. Shhitt." Mike rushed to put napkins where he spilled the some of the wine.

Pete shrugged. “If you wanna. I’ve been thinking about letting it grow out to it’s natural color, though, or changing the color I use, but I really like the red so I haven’t bothered.” He replied, more than grateful for the subject change. He almost didn’t notice the wine spilling. Almost. He wouldn’t have if Mike hadn’t continuously said “shit” as a result. “Be careful, Mike.” He said, grabbing the majority of the napkins that had been left on the table and handing them to him.

4:58pm July 21, 2014

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" why? You dressed like a conformist in elementary?" Mike joked. He tried to picture as a little boy in normal clothes and without dye in his hair. He didn’t see it.
"They probably recognize you because of the cane. Not many people see two blind guys in their lifetimes." Mike thought.
He tried the pasta and pretty much drained his glass of wine. He regretted only filling his glass half full.
The zucinni was pretty weird and mike wasn’t sure if he liked it.
" wanna try some of my stuff?" Mike motioned to his plate.

Pete nodded. “Yeah, actually. Until about fourth grade, I dressed like everyone else. No red hair dye, actual color in my clothes, no black at all minus my hair that’s naturally black. That and I was chubbier, a lot chubbier, as a kid. And I kinda looked like a little girl.” He explained, though the last part slipped. He hoped Mike didn’t ask about that at all. Fuck. “It can’t be the cane, though, because I almost never used it. It was always too big and annoyed the hell out of me. I only used it when Mackey forced me to.”
Still trying to figure it out, Pete shrugged, taking another bite from his own food. “Huh? Oh, no thanks. I’m not a big fan of fish.” He said when Mike offered some of his food.

Mike smirked. Really chubby girly Pete, that sounded adorable.
" you sound like the cutest little kid. What happened? Cute little not rebellious red Pete, a few extra pounds of cute and is girly. That’s so cute." Mike gushed.
" I was a sports kid. Nothing cute about that. I wore basketball shorts for like 7 years . Ew. I don’t know what I was thinking there. My hair was brown though. No green. Or black. " mike explained reminiscing. He hardly recognized himself without black and green hair now. He’d had it for so long it was like that was his natural color.

Pete frowned, remembering how out of place and uncomfortable he had always felt as a girl. “No, it wasn’t cute. I hated everything about being girly. The chubby I didn’t care about and the red dye I can live without, but I hated being girly.” He mumbled, taking another bite of his food.
"Literally all I remember of you before you were vamp is that you were a preppy, nerdy kid." Pete said, trying to imagine a sporty Mike. He just couldn’t. He found himself laughing when he tried.

" hey I was cool. Just kind of a douche…. I can’t even imagine how you looked, like I can’t picture you looking girly." Mike thought.
But if he really looked at Pete’s face, he did have a really feminine jawline, and his body had more curvature than most guys, so mike could see Pete as a girl, but not girly. There’s no way he’d wear a dress.
Mike ate a few more bites of fish and was already thinking about Desert. He hadn’t even finished a fourth of the plate but he was certain this place was the one with the really good cake.

"Only kind of?" Pete asked, being sarcastic, though he did remember Mike being a douche. He would only let "cool kids" be one of the vamps, which was pretty ridiculous. Ugh, but Mike was starting to catch on… Fuck. "Just forget it. I looked pretty much the same, but chubby, with no hair dye and I looked like a little girl." He mumbled, hoping Mike would just drop it. Ugh, why hadn’t he thought more when he was talking? If he’d payed attention to what he was saying, it wouldn’t have slipped. Just talking about it was making him uncomfortable, though he was probably being a bit paranoid too, because he could practically feel stares directed at him, almost as if trying to figure him out and he hated it. Looking down at his plate, he kind of picked at his remaining food rather than eating it.

12:10pm July 21, 2014

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" why? You dressed like a conformist in elementary?" Mike joked. He tried to picture as a little boy in normal clothes and without dye in his hair. He didn’t see it.
"They probably recognize you because of the cane. Not many people see two blind guys in their lifetimes." Mike thought.
He tried the pasta and pretty much drained his glass of wine. He regretted only filling his glass half full.
The zucinni was pretty weird and mike wasn’t sure if he liked it.
" wanna try some of my stuff?" Mike motioned to his plate.

Pete nodded. “Yeah, actually. Until about fourth grade, I dressed like everyone else. No red hair dye, actual color in my clothes, no black at all minus my hair that’s naturally black. That and I was chubbier, a lot chubbier, as a kid. And I kinda looked like a little girl.” He explained, though the last part slipped. He hoped Mike didn’t ask about that at all. Fuck. “It can’t be the cane, though, because I almost never used it. It was always too big and annoyed the hell out of me. I only used it when Mackey forced me to.”
Still trying to figure it out, Pete shrugged, taking another bite from his own food. “Huh? Oh, no thanks. I’m not a big fan of fish.” He said when Mike offered some of his food.

Mike smirked. Really chubby girly Pete, that sounded adorable.
" you sound like the cutest little kid. What happened? Cute little not rebellious red Pete, a few extra pounds of cute and is girly. That’s so cute." Mike gushed.
" I was a sports kid. Nothing cute about that. I wore basketball shorts for like 7 years . Ew. I don’t know what I was thinking there. My hair was brown though. No green. Or black. " mike explained reminiscing. He hardly recognized himself without black and green hair now. He’d had it for so long it was like that was his natural color.

Pete frowned, remembering how out of place and uncomfortable he had always felt as a girl. “No, it wasn’t cute. I hated everything about being girly. The chubby I didn’t care about and the red dye I can live without, but I hated being girly.” He mumbled, taking another bite of his food.
"Literally all I remember of you before you were vamp is that you were a preppy, nerdy kid." Pete said, trying to imagine a sporty Mike. He just couldn’t. He found himself laughing when he tried.

11:49am July 21, 2014

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" why? You dressed like a conformist in elementary?" Mike joked. He tried to picture as a little boy in normal clothes and without dye in his hair. He didn’t see it.
"They probably recognize you because of the cane. Not many people see two blind guys in their lifetimes." Mike thought.
He tried the pasta and pretty much drained his glass of wine. He regretted only filling his glass half full.
The zucinni was pretty weird and mike wasn’t sure if he liked it.
" wanna try some of my stuff?" Mike motioned to his plate.

Pete nodded. “Yeah, actually. Until about fourth grade, I dressed like everyone else. No red hair dye, actual color in my clothes, no black at all minus my hair that’s naturally black. That and I was chubbier, a lot chubbier, as a kid. And I kinda looked like a little girl.” He explained, though the last part slipped. He hoped Mike didn’t ask about that at all. Fuck. “It can’t be the cane, though, because I almost never used it. It was always too big and annoyed the hell out of me. I only used it when Mackey forced me to.”
Still trying to figure it out, Pete shrugged, taking another bite from his own food. “Huh? Oh, no thanks. I’m not a big fan of fish.” He said when Mike offered some of his food.

11:32am July 21, 2014

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Mike looked at Pete. ” I really want you to get what you want. Not the cheapest. Just go for it.” Mike tried.
He doubted Pete would though. Sometimes Pete was a little hard to be with when he didn’t take anything mike gave him. It made mike feel like he wasn’t giving Pete what he wanted or just not being good enough.

At least mike could see Pete in pretty lighting.
Mike guessed he should pick something as well.
He settled on grilled tilapia considering everything was pretty weird, and had stuff mike was allergic to in it.
The hostess came back with a bottle a wine, breadsticks and salad.
Mike raised his eyebrows. Did they look 21? Either way mike wasn’t complaining.
She took out her pad of paper ” okay what can I get for you?” She asked
" uh.. I’ll have grilled tilapia. Pete?"


"I get that, but I don’t want you to spend so much money on me." Pete mumbled. He hated when people spent all of fifty cents on something useful for him, let alone spending $10-20 on a meal for him. He looked through the menu, not all that impressed since a lot of it was seafood and he wasn’t a fan of fish. Seriously, what was with fancy restaurants and seafood? Though he did happen to like shrimp. And almost everything else had dairy, which wasn’t a big deal as long as he didn’t eat an excessive amount of it. He ended up choosing a pasta dish that conveniently contained shrimp.
When their hostess returned, both because he got kind of shy ordering things and because he couldn’t pronounce the name of the dish for the life of him, he just kind of pointed at the dish he wanted, mumbling a small apology for being awkward. 

The waitress nodded and took up the menus.
" I’ll be right back with you food as soon as it’s ready." She told leaving the table.
Mike took a breadstick and took a bite.
" you should just just get used to people getting you things then you won’t panic like this. It’s really not a big deal you know." Mike informed.
He eyed the bottle of wine curiously.
He probe only shouldn’t drink any considering he was the driver, but maybe Pete would drink some.
Mike go the wine opener and filled Pete’s glass completely full and gave himself half a glass.
" have you ever had wine before?" Mike asked.

Pete mumbled a thanks as she left. “I’m not much of a people person, hence why I don’t really like going places.” He explained with a shrug. It wasn’t completely the truth, but it wasn’t a lie either. He hated going places because everyone in South Park knew each other and be could easily be recognized, something he tried to avoid more often than not.
Pete pushed the thought aside when Mike mentioned the wine. “Once, by accident. And I detest the taste of anything alcoholic.” He replied. “Besides, neither of us should be drinking that. You’re driving and we’re both underaged.”

" ugh you are absolutely no fun. One drink won’t get you wasted pete, besides places like this don’t card you anyway…. I donno I like wine, I like the good stuff, but I don’t drink beer or anything… We had a lot of party’s when I was little and Basicly everyone had wine…" Mike explained. " I won’t drink if you don’t want me too."
Mike supposed he should hate alcohol, because of what his dad did when he got drunk, but he liked the taste, and thought it was something that you just needed to have a little bit.
" have you ever had good wine?" Mike asked curiously. He knew Pete was poor so quality wine was probably not available.

"Whatever. If you drink any of it, we’re either staying here for an extra hour to make sure it’s out of your system, or I’m driving home." Pete said, rather sternly. He may have come across as a little harsh, but he refused to get into a car with someone who had drank anything alcoholic less than an hour beforehand. Nope, he just wouldn’t do it. "I’ve only ever liked champagne, and I won’t even drink more than a sip or two of that. But I guess I’ve never had ‘good’ wine." He replied when asked about the wine.
Pete ran a hand through his hair, adjusting his bangs a bit so they were out of his eyes.

Ugh Pete was such a mood killer. He pushed the wine glass away so Pete would chill out.
He ran out of stuff to talk about and mostly twirled salad on his fork.
He didn’t understand why Pete was so against alcohol but not cigarettes. Cigarettes ruin your body permanently. Alcohol is out of your system in a couple hours.
Whatever he wasn’t going to pout about it.
The salad tasted pretty good, it had vinaigrette and a bunch of different types of lettuce.

" you know in Italy they eat salad after their meals - not before. " mike mumbled.

Pete was such a picky eater, it was a little ridiculous, but because of this, he barely touched his salad. He just didn’t really like the taste of lettuce in general. But if he didn’t eat it, it would go to waste. Ugh, first world problems. He ate another forkful of the salad before he was done with it. Spinach tasted better, but he probably thought that because his body needed more iron or something and spinach was a good source of iron. Whatever.
"I can understand why." Pete shrugged, figuring there wasn’t really a purpose in eating something before the actual meal. Then restaurants wondered why people ended up taking things home rather than finishing them there.

" you don’t have to eat it if you don’t want too." Mike told. Mike was a little shocked Pete didn’t like salad, because to mike it was the best part of dinner.
But maybe that was because mike actually ate vegetables and Pete didn’t really.
Maybe this was too much for Pete. Pete would probably feel more comfortable in a shitty dinner than this place.
Mike was starting to feel bad about the whole date in general, because Pete didn’t look that happy.
" you know, we can leave if you don’t wanna be here." Mike offered reluctantly.

Pete shrugged. “If I don’t eat it they’ll have to throw it away, though.” He mumbled. Ugh, he was doing nothing but complaining and it was making him feel bad because Mike had actually been really excited for the date and he was unintentionally finding every way to ruin it.
"No, we already ordered. Plus, this place is really nice and I’m actually having a good time." Pete said, immediately shooting down the idea of leaving. He was not about to finish ruining the date by making Mike drive them home. They came to have a good time, Pete was going to put his pickiness and comments aside and make sure Mike enjoyed himself.

" well next time we’ll go somewhere else I guess.." Mike told. At least Pete didn’t want to leave.
The waitress came back and set down their plates. ” lemme know if you need anything.” The waitress told as she receded back inside .
Mike still wasn’t really sure Pete was having any enjoyment out of the date. Jesus maybe when mike proposed he’d have to do it in a ghetto place, gross.
Their food looked really good.
Mike still kind of wanted the wine but knew the second he would pick up the glass Pete would hate him for making them stay longer.
" sooooo… What are you doing at school?" Mike attempted conversation.

"We can go wherever you want to go. I don’t want my attitude to come across the wrong way and ruin your fun." Pete said, rather sincere and hoping that it got across to Mike. He really wasn’t trying to make him miserable, but he wasn’t trying hard enough, he guessed. Their food arrived and Pete’s face almost instantly lit up because he /really/ liked shrimp. /A lot./ He quickly covered the excited look with his usual bored, one, however, mumbling a thanks to the hostess.
Picking up his fork, Pete replied with a shrug. “Not much really. Though I’m actually liking my English class for once.”

Mike smiled when he noticed how happy pete got when he saw the food. Maybe hed have to make for shrimp things for him.
" wow you actually liking something at school? Whoa! " mike mocked. He laughed " I’m surprised you’re doing so well, i thought youd have a hard time with seeing and assholes… What are you learning about?" Mike rambled.
Mike was happy pete was interested in something at school. Maybe he could actually get pete to care about school.
Mike took a few bites of his tiliapia and decided to drink some of his wine, it’d just be a clever excuse to stay longer and make pete have dessert.
The wine was incredibly good, and mike could tell, pretty fucking expensive.

Pete took a huge bite of his food before he answered any of the questions. “Yeah, I know. It’s weird. The minute I got put in normal classes, I started doing a lot better in school and my grades went up. I don’t know why. For English, it’s probably because I’m taking a class I like, gothic literature, rather than the normal classes that romanticize everything and make it super happy or some shit. And I can actually read the books, the real books, not the versions transcribed in braille.” He explained. He figured there were a lot of things that contributed to him doing better in class, but hell as long as he wasn’t hating the class, he was fine. “I’m not really in any classes with assholes this year, minutes my English class. The jock you saw when you went to pick me up is in my English class.”

" Sorry. That must suck having someone ruining your favorite class. I never really had people do that to me much. Though, most people forgot i existed so that could be why." Mike joked. He had a lot on his plate, not just fish but some kind of pasta and grilled zucinni.
He eyed petes plate. Pete’s was mostly shrimp with potatoes and broccoli and lemon? Mike could see this being kind of easy to replicate at home, he’d just have to get some weird supplies.
Mike wished it would be acceptable to take an assload of pictures. Pete probably wouldn’t really like that though. He looked so nice in nice clothes, like a prince.
Mike realized he’d been zoning out again so he started shoving in food once he realized he was being a weirdo.

Pete shrugged. “It’s actually not that bad.” He said through a mouth full of food. “He sits a couple sears behind me in class, so he can’t bother me until class is over. I just wasn’t expecting him to be in my class or that he would recognize me from elementary school, but whatever.”
Pete still couldn’t figure out how someone would recognize him from elementary school. From kindergarten through third grade, he’d looked and dressed like a girl. He’d changed so much since then, he couldn’t figure out how someone could do easily recognize him.

11:01am July 21, 2014

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Mike looked at Pete. ” I really want you to get what you want. Not the cheapest. Just go for it.” Mike tried.
He doubted Pete would though. Sometimes Pete was a little hard to be with when he didn’t take anything mike gave him. It made mike feel like he wasn’t giving Pete what he wanted or just not being good enough.

At least mike could see Pete in pretty lighting.
Mike guessed he should pick something as well.
He settled on grilled tilapia considering everything was pretty weird, and had stuff mike was allergic to in it.
The hostess came back with a bottle a wine, breadsticks and salad.
Mike raised his eyebrows. Did they look 21? Either way mike wasn’t complaining.
She took out her pad of paper ” okay what can I get for you?” She asked
" uh.. I’ll have grilled tilapia. Pete?"


"I get that, but I don’t want you to spend so much money on me." Pete mumbled. He hated when people spent all of fifty cents on something useful for him, let alone spending $10-20 on a meal for him. He looked through the menu, not all that impressed since a lot of it was seafood and he wasn’t a fan of fish. Seriously, what was with fancy restaurants and seafood? Though he did happen to like shrimp. And almost everything else had dairy, which wasn’t a big deal as long as he didn’t eat an excessive amount of it. He ended up choosing a pasta dish that conveniently contained shrimp.
When their hostess returned, both because he got kind of shy ordering things and because he couldn’t pronounce the name of the dish for the life of him, he just kind of pointed at the dish he wanted, mumbling a small apology for being awkward. 

The waitress nodded and took up the menus.
" I’ll be right back with you food as soon as it’s ready." She told leaving the table.
Mike took a breadstick and took a bite.
" you should just just get used to people getting you things then you won’t panic like this. It’s really not a big deal you know." Mike informed.
He eyed the bottle of wine curiously.
He probe only shouldn’t drink any considering he was the driver, but maybe Pete would drink some.
Mike go the wine opener and filled Pete’s glass completely full and gave himself half a glass.
" have you ever had wine before?" Mike asked.

Pete mumbled a thanks as she left. “I’m not much of a people person, hence why I don’t really like going places.” He explained with a shrug. It wasn’t completely the truth, but it wasn’t a lie either. He hated going places because everyone in South Park knew each other and be could easily be recognized, something he tried to avoid more often than not.
Pete pushed the thought aside when Mike mentioned the wine. “Once, by accident. And I detest the taste of anything alcoholic.” He replied. “Besides, neither of us should be drinking that. You’re driving and we’re both underaged.”

" ugh you are absolutely no fun. One drink won’t get you wasted pete, besides places like this don’t card you anyway…. I donno I like wine, I like the good stuff, but I don’t drink beer or anything… We had a lot of party’s when I was little and Basicly everyone had wine…" Mike explained. " I won’t drink if you don’t want me too."
Mike supposed he should hate alcohol, because of what his dad did when he got drunk, but he liked the taste, and thought it was something that you just needed to have a little bit.
" have you ever had good wine?" Mike asked curiously. He knew Pete was poor so quality wine was probably not available.

"Whatever. If you drink any of it, we’re either staying here for an extra hour to make sure it’s out of your system, or I’m driving home." Pete said, rather sternly. He may have come across as a little harsh, but he refused to get into a car with someone who had drank anything alcoholic less than an hour beforehand. Nope, he just wouldn’t do it. "I’ve only ever liked champagne, and I won’t even drink more than a sip or two of that. But I guess I’ve never had ‘good’ wine." He replied when asked about the wine.
Pete ran a hand through his hair, adjusting his bangs a bit so they were out of his eyes.

Ugh Pete was such a mood killer. He pushed the wine glass away so Pete would chill out.
He ran out of stuff to talk about and mostly twirled salad on his fork.
He didn’t understand why Pete was so against alcohol but not cigarettes. Cigarettes ruin your body permanently. Alcohol is out of your system in a couple hours.
Whatever he wasn’t going to pout about it.
The salad tasted pretty good, it had vinaigrette and a bunch of different types of lettuce.

" you know in Italy they eat salad after their meals - not before. " mike mumbled.

Pete was such a picky eater, it was a little ridiculous, but because of this, he barely touched his salad. He just didn’t really like the taste of lettuce in general. But if he didn’t eat it, it would go to waste. Ugh, first world problems. He ate another forkful of the salad before he was done with it. Spinach tasted better, but he probably thought that because his body needed more iron or something and spinach was a good source of iron. Whatever.
"I can understand why." Pete shrugged, figuring there wasn’t really a purpose in eating something before the actual meal. Then restaurants wondered why people ended up taking things home rather than finishing them there.

" you don’t have to eat it if you don’t want too." Mike told. Mike was a little shocked Pete didn’t like salad, because to mike it was the best part of dinner.
But maybe that was because mike actually ate vegetables and Pete didn’t really.
Maybe this was too much for Pete. Pete would probably feel more comfortable in a shitty dinner than this place.
Mike was starting to feel bad about the whole date in general, because Pete didn’t look that happy.
" you know, we can leave if you don’t wanna be here." Mike offered reluctantly.

Pete shrugged. “If I don’t eat it they’ll have to throw it away, though.” He mumbled. Ugh, he was doing nothing but complaining and it was making him feel bad because Mike had actually been really excited for the date and he was unintentionally finding every way to ruin it.
"No, we already ordered. Plus, this place is really nice and I’m actually having a good time." Pete said, immediately shooting down the idea of leaving. He was not about to finish ruining the date by making Mike drive them home. They came to have a good time, Pete was going to put his pickiness and comments aside and make sure Mike enjoyed himself.

" well next time we’ll go somewhere else I guess.." Mike told. At least Pete didn’t want to leave.
The waitress came back and set down their plates. ” lemme know if you need anything.” The waitress told as she receded back inside .
Mike still wasn’t really sure Pete was having any enjoyment out of the date. Jesus maybe when mike proposed he’d have to do it in a ghetto place, gross.
Their food looked really good.
Mike still kind of wanted the wine but knew the second he would pick up the glass Pete would hate him for making them stay longer.
" sooooo… What are you doing at school?" Mike attempted conversation.

"We can go wherever you want to go. I don’t want my attitude to come across the wrong way and ruin your fun." Pete said, rather sincere and hoping that it got across to Mike. He really wasn’t trying to make him miserable, but he wasn’t trying hard enough, he guessed. Their food arrived and Pete’s face almost instantly lit up because he /really/ liked shrimp. /A lot./ He quickly covered the excited look with his usual bored, one, however, mumbling a thanks to the hostess.
Picking up his fork, Pete replied with a shrug. “Not much really. Though I’m actually liking my English class for once.”

Mike smiled when he noticed how happy pete got when he saw the food. Maybe hed have to make for shrimp things for him.
" wow you actually liking something at school? Whoa! " mike mocked. He laughed " I’m surprised you’re doing so well, i thought youd have a hard time with seeing and assholes… What are you learning about?" Mike rambled.
Mike was happy pete was interested in something at school. Maybe he could actually get pete to care about school.
Mike took a few bites of his tiliapia and decided to drink some of his wine, it’d just be a clever excuse to stay longer and make pete have dessert.
The wine was incredibly good, and mike could tell, pretty fucking expensive.

Pete took a huge bite of his food before he answered any of the questions. “Yeah, I know. It’s weird. The minute I got put in normal classes, I started doing a lot better in school and my grades went up. I don’t know why. For English, it’s probably because I’m taking a class I like, gothic literature, rather than the normal classes that romanticize everything and make it super happy or some shit. And I can actually read the books, the real books, not the versions transcribed in braille.” He explained. He figured there were a lot of things that contributed to him doing better in class, but hell as long as he wasn’t hating the class, he was fine. “I’m not really in any classes with assholes this year, minutes my English class. The jock you saw when you went to pick me up is in my English class.”

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Porsche tilted her head in confusion. “What do you mean? At the restaurant we play music all the time.”

"Just because a person plays music doesn’t mean that the listeners actually appreciate…

"Each string makes a different sound and then each fret makes a different note when you play it." Pete tried explaining. "It’s really not that hard."

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Mike looked at Pete. ” I really want you to get what you want. Not the cheapest. Just go for it.” Mike tried.
He doubted Pete would though. Sometimes Pete was a little hard to be with when he didn’t take anything mike gave him. It made mike feel like he wasn’t giving Pete what he wanted or just not being good enough.

At least mike could see Pete in pretty lighting.
Mike guessed he should pick something as well.
He settled on grilled tilapia considering everything was pretty weird, and had stuff mike was allergic to in it.
The hostess came back with a bottle a wine, breadsticks and salad.
Mike raised his eyebrows. Did they look 21? Either way mike wasn’t complaining.
She took out her pad of paper ” okay what can I get for you?” She asked
" uh.. I’ll have grilled tilapia. Pete?"


"I get that, but I don’t want you to spend so much money on me." Pete mumbled. He hated when people spent all of fifty cents on something useful for him, let alone spending $10-20 on a meal for him. He looked through the menu, not all that impressed since a lot of it was seafood and he wasn’t a fan of fish. Seriously, what was with fancy restaurants and seafood? Though he did happen to like shrimp. And almost everything else had dairy, which wasn’t a big deal as long as he didn’t eat an excessive amount of it. He ended up choosing a pasta dish that conveniently contained shrimp.
When their hostess returned, both because he got kind of shy ordering things and because he couldn’t pronounce the name of the dish for the life of him, he just kind of pointed at the dish he wanted, mumbling a small apology for being awkward. 

The waitress nodded and took up the menus.
" I’ll be right back with you food as soon as it’s ready." She told leaving the table.
Mike took a breadstick and took a bite.
" you should just just get used to people getting you things then you won’t panic like this. It’s really not a big deal you know." Mike informed.
He eyed the bottle of wine curiously.
He probe only shouldn’t drink any considering he was the driver, but maybe Pete would drink some.
Mike go the wine opener and filled Pete’s glass completely full and gave himself half a glass.
" have you ever had wine before?" Mike asked.

Pete mumbled a thanks as she left. “I’m not much of a people person, hence why I don’t really like going places.” He explained with a shrug. It wasn’t completely the truth, but it wasn’t a lie either. He hated going places because everyone in South Park knew each other and be could easily be recognized, something he tried to avoid more often than not.
Pete pushed the thought aside when Mike mentioned the wine. “Once, by accident. And I detest the taste of anything alcoholic.” He replied. “Besides, neither of us should be drinking that. You’re driving and we’re both underaged.”

" ugh you are absolutely no fun. One drink won’t get you wasted pete, besides places like this don’t card you anyway…. I donno I like wine, I like the good stuff, but I don’t drink beer or anything… We had a lot of party’s when I was little and Basicly everyone had wine…" Mike explained. " I won’t drink if you don’t want me too."
Mike supposed he should hate alcohol, because of what his dad did when he got drunk, but he liked the taste, and thought it was something that you just needed to have a little bit.
" have you ever had good wine?" Mike asked curiously. He knew Pete was poor so quality wine was probably not available.

"Whatever. If you drink any of it, we’re either staying here for an extra hour to make sure it’s out of your system, or I’m driving home." Pete said, rather sternly. He may have come across as a little harsh, but he refused to get into a car with someone who had drank anything alcoholic less than an hour beforehand. Nope, he just wouldn’t do it. "I’ve only ever liked champagne, and I won’t even drink more than a sip or two of that. But I guess I’ve never had ‘good’ wine." He replied when asked about the wine.
Pete ran a hand through his hair, adjusting his bangs a bit so they were out of his eyes.

Ugh Pete was such a mood killer. He pushed the wine glass away so Pete would chill out.
He ran out of stuff to talk about and mostly twirled salad on his fork.
He didn’t understand why Pete was so against alcohol but not cigarettes. Cigarettes ruin your body permanently. Alcohol is out of your system in a couple hours.
Whatever he wasn’t going to pout about it.
The salad tasted pretty good, it had vinaigrette and a bunch of different types of lettuce.

" you know in Italy they eat salad after their meals - not before. " mike mumbled.

Pete was such a picky eater, it was a little ridiculous, but because of this, he barely touched his salad. He just didn’t really like the taste of lettuce in general. But if he didn’t eat it, it would go to waste. Ugh, first world problems. He ate another forkful of the salad before he was done with it. Spinach tasted better, but he probably thought that because his body needed more iron or something and spinach was a good source of iron. Whatever.
"I can understand why." Pete shrugged, figuring there wasn’t really a purpose in eating something before the actual meal. Then restaurants wondered why people ended up taking things home rather than finishing them there.

" you don’t have to eat it if you don’t want too." Mike told. Mike was a little shocked Pete didn’t like salad, because to mike it was the best part of dinner.
But maybe that was because mike actually ate vegetables and Pete didn’t really.
Maybe this was too much for Pete. Pete would probably feel more comfortable in a shitty dinner than this place.
Mike was starting to feel bad about the whole date in general, because Pete didn’t look that happy.
" you know, we can leave if you don’t wanna be here." Mike offered reluctantly.

Pete shrugged. “If I don’t eat it they’ll have to throw it away, though.” He mumbled. Ugh, he was doing nothing but complaining and it was making him feel bad because Mike had actually been really excited for the date and he was unintentionally finding every way to ruin it.
"No, we already ordered. Plus, this place is really nice and I’m actually having a good time." Pete said, immediately shooting down the idea of leaving. He was not about to finish ruining the date by making Mike drive them home. They came to have a good time, Pete was going to put his pickiness and comments aside and make sure Mike enjoyed himself.

" well next time we’ll go somewhere else I guess.." Mike told. At least Pete didn’t want to leave.
The waitress came back and set down their plates. ” lemme know if you need anything.” The waitress told as she receded back inside .
Mike still wasn’t really sure Pete was having any enjoyment out of the date. Jesus maybe when mike proposed he’d have to do it in a ghetto place, gross.
Their food looked really good.
Mike still kind of wanted the wine but knew the second he would pick up the glass Pete would hate him for making them stay longer.
" sooooo… What are you doing at school?" Mike attempted conversation.

"We can go wherever you want to go. I don’t want my attitude to come across the wrong way and ruin your fun." Pete said, rather sincere and hoping that it got across to Mike. He really wasn’t trying to make him miserable, but he wasn’t trying hard enough, he guessed. Their food arrived and Pete’s face almost instantly lit up because he /really/ liked shrimp. /A lot./ He quickly covered the excited look with his usual bored, one, however, mumbling a thanks to the hostess.
Picking up his fork, Pete replied with a shrug. “Not much really. Though I’m actually liking my English class for once.”