Week 6

[grimgrinningghosts]

[. . . Well last week sure was a bloodbath. A bloody, accidental bloodbath. Even with two groups trying to save you, it might start to feel doubtful that you'll ever get out of here alive. Not to mention that Randy almost killed you all on an angry whim and you're still stuck in this madhouse with him of all people.

But hey, there's a silver lining to every cloud! You get a new floor that's not a nightmarish deathscape! Aren't you glad?

18 people remain]

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[hasit]

[She squints, cocks her head at him.]

So it's...a birthday party?

[stanbyme]

... More like if an... anniversary could be a holiday.

It's for, um. For...lovers?

[hasit]

Oh.

[Oh. Suddenly the 'speed dating' makes a whole lot of sense. She laughs, awkwardly.]

Interesting. We never thought to celebrate that at home. It's kind of...sweet.

[stanbyme]

It ain't too big a deal once you're out of elementary school.

But, uh... [He rubs the back of his neck.] I could fix us some dinner if you wanted to celebrate it.

[hasit]

[She eyes him dubiously, somehow not surprised to see him looking so sheepish.]

Stanley, you don't need to put yourself out on my account.

[stanbyme]

Why not? You're my valentine, ain't ya?

[He's a little bit bolder now that she's said it's sweet.]

[hasit]

Am I?

[She grins.]

If that’s how it’s done, then I suppose I am. Is there some kind of...ritual?

[stanbyme]

No ritual other than whatever we wanna do.

Which could be just about anything, if you're up for it.

[hasit]

Oh?

[She gets a mischievous look in her eyes, looking up at him.]

Why don't you put some pants on and we can make dinner. Together.

[There's...more than a little promise in her voice.]

[stanbyme]

[This time he was the one trying to be slick. But when she looks up at him full of promise, any smoothness he was going for flies right out the window.]

Sounds like a good time to me.

[hasit]

[God she loves...making fun of him. Catching him off-guard. She cocks her head.]

And then maybe after dinner you could show me some of those sailor's knots.

[stanbyme]

[He had just left the door open to go put his pants back on, so when she says that he trips over his pantleg and almost crashes into the dresser, only catching himself with his outstretched hand and a startled yelp.]

[hasit]

[Yeah so Leia has to press a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing, but when she finally pulls it away it's with a straight face.]

If you can keep from giving yourself a concussion, of course.

[stanbyme]

[He finishes pulling his pants back up and fastens them.]

What, uh- what do you wanna make for dinner?

[hasit]

[She gives a shrug, playing innocent now.]

I have no idea. What's traditional?

[stanbyme]

[Unbidden, the reminder that some men refer to Valentine's Day as "steak and blowjob day" comes to mind.]

Uh...

Honestly, I ain't had a valentine since high school, so I couldn't tell ya. You like pasta?

[hasit]

[She smiles at him.]

I'm flattered to be the one to break your dry spell, then. I like pasta just fine.

[stanbyme]

[The awkward look on his face fades when she smiles.

He comes over to her and pulls her into his arms, bending down to give her a kiss.]

Let's see what we can whip up, then.

[hasit]

[It's nothing short of miraculous that even at her age, there's still someone who can make her heart flutter just by kissing her. Leia obliges him by rising up on tiptoe, and when she pulls back, she reaches for his arm and loops her own through it.]

C'mon, loverboy.

[stanbyme]

[He puffs out his chest proudly when she slips her arm through his.]

You got it, valentine.