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[ She giggles into her glass, ]

I wanted dessert, too.

[ That tiramisu cake is hers, okay. ]

No, that was definitely better.

[endlesswar]

Past tense already! Well, we can either wait until this settles. [This gets a gesture between the two of them and their plates.] Or get it to go.

[Need he talk up how delicious that is?]

Damn, Karen. Who hurt you?

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[ She actually laughs more openly at that last part, taking another swig of wine after she's calmed down. She holds up a hand, ]

Look, it's not my fault guys are all talk and no show.

[ At least the ones that tried to talk her up. ]

And we can wait if you don't mind waiting...Can I take the bread home, too?

[endlesswar]

[There's a all too smug and self-assured grin at this. Frank bobs his head and tries to hide his grin behind his glass. Too fucking late there.]

And that there is a crying shame.

[While he would like to fully indulge in the idea of what she looks like with her hair feathered across his pillow, there's still the evening before them.]

I'm right where I want to be. We can wait.

[Bread again. Heh.]

Yes, you can take the bread home.

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[ Now it's her turn to try and hide her grin behind her glass, her words both echoed and muffled into the wine glass as she takes another sip, ]

Good.

[ And while she thinks he's cute as can be when he grins, she can't really allow herself to dwell on that. Or wanting to know if maybe he could be one of those guys to actually deliver in the bedroom. ]

[endlesswar]

So when was the last time you came on up to a guy and criticized him? ...before me?

[Because they can't just sit and stare at each other in the meanwhile. Pretty picture she is. Frank can tell there's a lot going on behind those blue blue eyes.]

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[ She laughs again, finally leaning forward again to set her glass down and rest her arms on the table, ]

Before you? Earlier this week in my British Lit class. He wanted to try and say Desdemona got what she deserved and I ripped him a new one, much to the professor's amusement and annoyance.

[endlesswar]

Holy shit. Was he serious? Did he even read the thing?

[Frank's whole face scrunches like he smells something awful.]

Jesus Christ.

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Oh, he kept saying he was "just joking" after the fact. Like that made it any better. But no, he was definitely serious when he first said it. Saying she shouldn't have been acting so "friendly" to other men if she was married. All that bullshit.

[ She rolls her eyes, disgust all in her tone. ]

I wanted to punch him in his dick. Asshole.

[endlesswar]

What a fucking bozo. She was raised as a lady of the court and if I'm remembering right didn't she not have a living mother? Of course she would socialize freely with men. Not like there was real canoodling. Fuck.

[Yeah. Frank isn't a fan either.]

I'm sure your professor appreciated being the one to hang back for the time.

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[ She gestures to Frank, ]

Yeah, exactly! Finally, someone that knows how to frame characters in the context of the setting.

[ Even when she's getting tipsy she can still talk about literature. The sign of a true English major. ]

[endlesswar]

I'm not sure if I feel worse for Desdemona or for Ophelia. Both of em were royally fucked over because of society but also because nobody asked em what they wanted.

[Getting a little lost in the sauce is only enriching this experience. Frank's glass is empty regretfully.]

The setting is always, always intentional in Shakespeare.

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[ She nods at his words and actually goes to clink her glass to his in a toast when she notices his is empty. She waves a waiter over and asks for refills on their drinks, downing the rest of hers as they wait. ]

Exactly.

[ She adds, belatedly. ]

Starting to think you should've been an English major, too.

[endlesswar]

I love reading.

[And music. And really wants to serve his country. This is Frank Castle. He chuckles at her call for a refill.]

Thank you, but I dunno about that. I'm shit at essays.

[Of course there's more going on to him the same as Karen.]

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[ She shrugs, ]

You can learn to write a good essay. Do your citations right, follow the MLA format, blah blah.

[ She then wrinkles her nose, ]

I don't like doing them, either.

[endlesswar]

Not so sure what the hell I'd do after. I mean, you know what you want to do.

[However vague.]

I might go back to school when all is said and done.

[Because he's not going to be going to war for the rest of his life. Right? Now that his glass is full again he sips on the wine. Trying to pace himself here.]

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[ She shrugs a shoulder again, ]

Yeah. It's a possibility. If that's what you want to do.

[endlesswar]

Yeah well. Life can really lead you places, you know? You think you got it all figure out and something. I always get warnings like that from parentals. Comes with the territory I suppose.

[Frank shifts in his seat. Damn that all was so fucking good.]

Besides, I dunno if I'd trust myself being in the same classroom as a clown that tries to blame a lady for circumstances. Plain stupid and rude are always a challenge to my temper.

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[ She smirks into her hand before leaning back in her chair, ]

Yeah, well, I'm determined to forge my path the way I want it. Anything that gets in my way... needs to look the fuck out.

[ She giggles at the end of that, reaching up to cover her mouth as the waiter came back at that time to refill their glasses right as she says that.

She offers a weak 'sorry'. ]

[endlesswar]

[The waiter is more than happy to comply. They're a nice couple having a good time.]

Hey. You gotta do what you gotta do. We're only here once.

[Which is another way to perfectly legitimize every decision from here on out.]

Why would anything try and stop you?

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[ She waits until the waiter leaves before answering him, taking up her glass again. ]

Nothing's worse than decisions being made for us.

[ Her tone is more somber, carries the weight of experience before she takes another swallow of wine. She doesn't need to think about her brother right now. Doesn't want to. ]

[endlesswar]

That....yeah.

[The whole mood is brought to the brink of an indistinct precipice that their brief relationship so far is not yet ready to traverse. Frank knows when to back off. Now is a good time time to do that.]

It's all part of developing into a person you're meant to be.

[He lightly clears his throat.]

How're you feeling about dessert now?

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[ She's silent for a long moment, trying to swallow down the morose mood that decided to crop up at that line of discussion. She shakes her head, ]

I think I'm ready for that shrimp alfredo, actually.

[endlesswar]

[His brows lift and a smile slowly spreads over his mouth.]

I'll get the waiter.

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[ She gives a nod of thanks.

But in the end, she only manages to get halfway through the plate. That and the tiramisu comes with her in her to-go bags along with some more bread. She finishes up the rest of her wine as she empties out the cash from her wallet. Feeling like she could use a wine to-go.

When she stands up her equilibrium already feels a little off. ]

I think we need to take the subway back...

[ There's no way she's walking back like this. ]