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This is Rosita. I'll hit you back when I can.

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"I've never had the same partner as a friend of mine," he muses, amused all over again that they can both ogle the same man.

"What are you going to wear?"

She smirks - "Me either," she admits, - but she's glad it's Jesus. Glad that both he and Carver still have that at least, and between them anyway it doesn't have to be complicated.

Then she wrinkles her nose.

"Tradition dictates hard kitschy Western. The tighter the better."

She has a flannel shirt, but he frowns. "Maybe we should shop tomorrow. I need to pick up some new shirts anyway."

"I'm gonna need to shop regardless," she admits. "I don't really have anything between survivor chic and high roller slut."

"Anything I own that's not layers and baggy was chosen by you," he retorts.

"Do you even know what kitschy Western is?" she snorts.

"I had a shirt that was an American flag. In sequins. And I had feathered bangs and teased ponytails. And fringe."

A groan that's half-chuckle. "Please don't wear an American flag to a date with a veteran."

"I doubt they even have that option here - and for the record? I wouldn't do that if I was fishing for a soldier." That type of apparel has one target and one target only.

"I'm damn near a professional."

That's a relief. "So Western chic, then. Tight, with fringe. I think he'll like it."

"And pigtails," she adds. "And a hat."

If she's going to go all in, might as well go all the way in. "I've always liked pigtails. Haters can suck it."

"Well they look good on you. I can't pull them off," he teases.

"I can only take one date at a time when I'm emotionally fragile," she deadpans, "But have you ever ridden a mechanical bull?"

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"Surprisingly they weren't very popular in my old haunts," he shakes his head. Shame. "Are you going to try to get him to ride one?"

"They're a lot more fun than they sound." A beat.

"At least as long as they're not Duplicity-fied with a dildo or something."

That's an image he can't shake now. "Are you sure this one hasn't been...?"

"It would be pretty obvious if it had. I think."

Great, now she has to check first.

"People don't talk about things like that. Surprisingly." It just becomes mainstream. "I'm still amazed K found anything for us to do that wasn't all about aphrodisiacs and condoms."

"Don't get me wrong. In the right context, I think a mechanical bull with dildo attachment could be fun." She's not a complete or even half a prude, after all.

"But like. You have to choose to do that shit." She glances sidelong at him. "You mean the Valentine's Day date? Or something else?"

"Yeah. We...we haven't been on one since then." A soft frown, because he doesn't know how to ask, doesn't know how much to read into it. Maybe exactly as much as he's reading into it.

She tips her head, following the path of that frown.

"Why not?"

"Because shortly after that I broke his trust." He looks at her, then away, at the fire. "And I've never tried to rebuild something after I broke it so I don't know how long it'll be before he wants to go on another one."

"And it's been a hell of a month," she also points out.

Not exactly the best timing for one, the other, or both.

"You should ask."

A long sigh. "What if he only says yes because he feels obligated?" He's being stupid. He knows he is and he waves off the idea. "I'll ask. I just need to heal a little more first."