#i also wrote this at 11 pm so sorry if its nonsense i want to do every day of mcfly july

[daryfromthefuture]

McFly July 5 - "lightning never strikes twice"

Thanks @randomlithuanian for partly inspiring this story!

Marty was sweating heavily as he pressed the gas pedal of the DeLorean deeper into the ground. Why didn’t this damn car go faster? It had just stalled for almost a minute, causing the boy a panic attack that could’ve easily been spared had he and Doc looked over the ignition earlier. But he was on his way now, that was all that mattered.

He gripped the steering wheel tighter, taking a deep breath as he approached the town square. Now or never. If he didn’t make it home now, he’d never get a chance ever again. 

The speedometer hit 88, and lightning struck the clock tower. 

Just a second before the vehicle would’ve reached the cable.

Marty’s eyes widened in shock, and he made an abrupt full braking. Or, he tried to. Next thing he knew he crashed into the theater with a loud noise. Pain spread in his body. Everything went black.

Marty awoke with a gasp. He immediately shot up, trying with all of his might not to scream. 

He looked around, in an attempt to comprehend where he was. The boy was lying in a smaller bed in a relatively small room. The moonlight shone through the opened curtains in front of the window, eliminating the brightness the night sky possessed during summer nights like this one. 

He was at the Brown’s house. It was the fifth of July, 1986. He was far away from well-timed lightning plots and automobile accidents. He was far away from 1955.

Yet, his mind had ultimately decided that reliving this memory and giving it an unfavorable twist in the midst of his peaceful sleep was a good idea. He shuddered, giving his best to calm himself down and go back to sleep.

Nightmares resembling this one have been, unfortunately, a common thing for Marty in the past months. He had dreamed about every kind of scenario already - him being erased from existence, Biff killing him, or worse, his father, Doc being shot to death by the Libyans or Buford Tannen and bleeding out as Marty kneeled next to him, sobbing uncontrollably. The dream about him getting stuck in the 50s was harmless compared to the ones available in the mind’s choice options. He hadn't told Doc, and he wasn't eager to do so. Emmett, in his few visits to Marty, hadn't been able to figure out that Marty often didn't get even a half night's sleep. And after the Browns had officially moved to the 20th century towards the end of April, the intensity of the nightmares had significantly decreased. There was no need to bother Doc. 

Despite him waking up already ten minutes so ago, the teen was unable to decompress. In reality, the plan had worked. But this nightmare about remaining trapped in 1955 forever - with only Doc by his side to lead him through life - he had been reminded of something that had happened in the process of timing the acceleration with the lightning bolt. Doc - hadn't he been struck while holding the cable together? 

Marty knew the scientist had survived the shock. After all, he was alive and well now, with a house and a family. And Marty also knew that Doc hadn't been seriously hurt. The teen would've noticed that while spending time with Emmett's 35-year-old self before departing to the old west. But what if it had been a minor injury that Doc had easily been able to hide? What if the lightning had caused long-term consequences?

Marty slapped himself on the forehead. Why was he pondering about the smallest things?

But then he crept out of bed and opened the door to the hallway, slowly descending the squeaky stairs. He went out the front door and ran barefoot across the lawn down to the family's garage, which Doc also was using as his laboratory.

The lights were on even though it was after midnight. Emmett Brown never had been and never will be the type to go to sleep early. Marty opened the door and cleared his throat.

Doc spun around. "Marty! What are you doing here at this hour, you should be sleeping!" 

"Yeah, Doc, I could ask you the same thing. Shouldn't sleep keep oldies like you healthy and fit?" 

"Now, young man, who are you calling old?", Doc said, outraged. But then he grinned, causing Marty to grin as well.

"Oops, sorry, I didn't mean it!", Marty shrugged jokingly.

Emmett grew serious again. "But, Marty, let's get back to the subject. It's-", he quickly checked one of his watches, "it's 1:04 am right now. What are you doing up and about?" 

"I- well. I wanted to talk to you about something." 

"Right now?"

"Yeah. Um, I maybe should've talked to you about this a long time ago, but-"

Marty looked at his older friend, who had raised his eyebrows in curiosity and concern.

"The lightning strike on November 12th…you weren't hurt when you connected the cable, were you?"

Emmett was taken aback by the question. "Why, no. I was wearing gloves, Marty. I knew what I was doing."

The teen sighed in relief. The sigh came out louder than he would've liked because Doc walked over to him and set a hand on his shoulder.

"But something tells me there's more to it than just random questions popping into teenagers' minds sometimes. Am I correct?"

Marty thought for a moment. He should tell Doc, shouldn't he? Not only would Doc never buy a lie, but the kid also desperately wanted the issue off his chest. "I, uh, keep having nightmares?"

"What do you mean, 'keep having'? How long has this been going on for?"

Marty looked at the floor, before muttering, "Eight months…"

Doc's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. "Eight months?! Great Scott, Marty! What on earth convinced you to keep this to yourself? You must be extremely exhausted!" 

Marty waved a dismissive hand. "Nah, the dreams got better over the months. But sometimes, well…sometimes they're still pretty terrifying." 

The inventor locked his eyes with Marty's as if searching for a hint of deep mental exhaustion or hidden sadness. "I can assure you that your family is alright, Marty. You are alright." He paused. "I am alright."

"I know, Doc. But I can't help it. Or, my brain doesn't. Today, it pretended I got stuck in the 50s because I missed the only predictable lightning bolt." 

Doc knew no better than to gently pull Marty into a tight hug. "I promise both you and me are right when we belong, on July 5th, 1986." He rubbed Marty's back for a couple of seconds until he could feel Marty relaxing in his arms. Then he backed away. "And you promise me that the next time something like this comes up, you'll talk to me."

Marry nodded, reassured and in a much lighter mood. "Promise, Doc. Can I sleep on the couch here today?" 

[reynie-muldoons]

'The Art of Conveyance and Round-Trippery' Liveblog!

Sorry this is a few days late!! I moved across the country this weekend, we drove like 13 hours within 2 days and we did a lot of heavy lifting. I'm exhausted, but the boxes are slowly emptying and I've been wanting to watch this episode so gd bad, so LESGO

Over halfway through the season!!!! That's absolutely surreal

1:11 oooh they're getting their royal fitting

1:22 LMAOO WTF 😂😂 Princess Diaries vibes

1:42 ✨CONFIDENCE✨

1:52 Alfonse is a perfect name for that guy HAHA

2:05 Nathaniel, my guy, you've made some points

2:11 "do you feel your power?" POWER RANGERS, GO

2:24 no no hesitation just prolly thinkin bout how he was caught cheatin

2:39 "can you not allow yourselves luxury?" okay fr I feel that I get Nice Things Guilt(tm) too easily

2:52 dayummmm let's talk about Sticky being a hat stall between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, mans is brave as fuck under extreme pressure and loyal to the point of putting himself on the line

3:15 bro Sticky getting some recognition. Love to see it, he deserves it

3:19 "is that a coincidence? Or written in the stars?" IS DR. CURTAIN CATCHING ON THAT THEY KNEW EACH OTHER BEFORE OR LIKEEEE

3:49 WHAT WORD AROUND CAMPUS 😭😭😭 MY BOYS ARE NOT A MISTAKE HOW DARE YOU

4:09 why doess the action of Dr. Curtain putting the sash on them seem so nefarious

4:36 I dont really understand the whole pastel yellow, blue, and pink palette of the school but the boys both look pretty okay in their vest-sash getup

4:42 THE OPENINGGGGG. This shit slaps.

5:41 Kate and Constance look so fucking cute in that shot, dont ask me why but hnnggggg

5:54 sash rope 😂😭 kate, honey, that's a reach

6:09 it might feel buttery, but, my guy, it also looks buttery. It's literally the color of butter. Get yourself some crisco

6:24 I find it kinda interesting that they made up new riddles for the show, I'm almost positive that that one wasn't in the book. Correct me if I'm wrong though

7:03 "I'm not gonna apologize for knowing things" the sass. the ✨confidence✨. living for it

7:03 If they build on that it sets Sticky up really nicely for the arc in the second book where he starts to show off a little

7:15 tiny Constance who is constantly dressed in pink with cute little braids is the perfect medium for the most morbid comments 😂😂

7:55 Martina's hot in her uniform. Can't prove me wrong.

8:15 why does that make me sad 🥺 eat with your friendssss. iirc they only talked about eating at the Messenger table in the books

8:26 dipshits forgot their lunches. Seems Constance is holding the communal braincell atm

8:50 anyone have Guiness on speed dial? Reynie and Sticky have a submission for them

9:25 oh hello this was alluded to in the preview!!! Morse code is compromised, rip

10:05 so are Jackson and Jillson stuck with night guard duty all the time?? They've been outside at night a lot

10:18 ahhhhhh the little blinkie light, stopppp

10:25 MILLIGANNNNN!!!

10:25 so is this the point where he starts staying on the island with them????

10:39 so are they just like "fuck it we'll do it right before sundown" ???? Like Jackson and Jillson are still gonna be on the lookout, they aren't gonna chill just because it's not fully dark

10:50 did the kids.....just not tell them that Mr. Bloom was on the island 😂 nice oversight guys

11:05 MADGE TIME MADGE TIME

11:05 remind me to tell you guys a story about Madge, I may or may not have done something irl a few years ago that would make y'all proud 😂😂😂

11:16 idk why but it makes me so happy that they kept Madge as a peregrine falcon

11:37 Rhonda, my love, you have my heart in your hands

11:46 roll credits

12:05 THE HEAD SHAKE HAHAHAH

12:06 Awww man, I was so excited for Milligan to be on the island .-. He must have been scoping out the inlet

12:07 "they're quite regal" A. I read the subtitles as "legal" the first time and that's somehow really in character for him, and B. IS MILLIGAN GOING TO NAME HER???!? HER MAJESTY???? PLEASE I WOULD LOVE THAT SO MUCH

12:15 his grimace KILLS ME

12:17 the hard cut from Nicholas in a brown setting and brown suit to Nathaniel in a blue setting and blue suit was lowkey striking

12:36 are they looking up Morse code 😳 can you imagine if they wrote down the message and are now decoding it

12:41 omfg all that for a HAT 🙃 I feel stupid

12:51 two things: 1. Those walls are atrocious, and 2. Yeah, talk about Morse code in a louder voice Connie girl, you're just in a public hallway

13:03 I'm sorry but those orange pillar things are not the vibe

13:03 the golden gate bridge called, they want their arches back

13:10 please let Kate climb the tower before the end of season 1. please.

13:22 y'all are about to be flying something else 😎

13:33 cleansing breaths

13:47 OH HELLO MESSENGER DUTY ALREADY??

14:06 what the heck is that teal pole for 😭😭

14:12 blindfold timeeee

I'm so sorry but I'm exhausted, it's 11:30 pm on Sunday night right now, I'll finish this episode tomorrow morning after I get some sleepies

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Good morningggg lesgetatit

14:50 "vomit of metal" ashhdjdjd

15:16 a wild Martina appears!

15:36 and if you folks look to your left, you'll see a wild Constance being the voice of reason once again

15:57 "lose the bucket" "I'm not gonna do that" HELL YEAH KATE

16:07 I get not having the bucket on the court lolol, I thought Martina was telling Kate to lose the bucket in general. Like, yeah, good luck convincing her to so that

16:35 show!Kate is much angrier than book!Kate and I'm still deciding how I feel about that. The Kate we've known from the books is a sunshine baby with looots of repressed trauma.

17:03 ......what is that. why is that.

17:11 WAIT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE REYNIE AHEHDJDJD

17:15 HI MADGE

17:41 the grand swell in the music makes me think it's going to go comically wrong

17:51 she's majestic because she's a queen 🥺

18:03 LMAO CALLED IT

18:14 Rhonda and Number Two getting at each other is such a sisterly thing to do 😂😂😂

18:37 ohhhhh? Someone's approaching? Miss Perumal perhaps????

18:45 YEAHHHHH BABY

18:50 PROTECTIVE MOM COMIN IN HOT!!!

19:22 THEYRE SO PRECIOUS 😭😭😭😭 I feel like I've been subconsciously starved for her and Mr. Benedict's interactions

19:36 died at that line in the one trailer

20:00 so Miss Perumal pulled a Sherlock Holmes. Love that for her

20:20 Cheri Tupintown??? Of all the aliases they could pick, Cheri Tupintown???

20:33 "Power in Truth Inc" that HAS to be something Rhonda came up with

21:01 you can literally watch Mr. Benedict realize that this is a woman not to be fucked with and he is CORRECT

21:23 "he's fine. Perfectly fine." At this, Mr. Benedict's pants caught aflame.

21:52 something about Constance sitting in on practice!!! It scratches an itch!!!!

22:19 "incorporate the helix. Live in the helix." Lord Helix is pleased with this offering.

22:26 so what I'm hearing is Kate is going to blow up on Constance for messing with the bucket

23:13 unrelated but Jillson'a shoes are cute

23:29 why does this room give off Johnny Depp's willy wonka vibes

24:13 that looks like a chair from a doctor's office waiting room 😭

25:29 they do be egg heads tho

26:02 baby girl, I have no idea why you're crying at weird art but let me dry your tears 🥺🥺

26:50 SHE FOUND ITTTT

27:27 okay Indiana Jones, go off

27:46 why did that kinda sound like Miss Perumal

28:43 the return of everyone's favorite, "enjoyable"

29:05 not that I'm not loving the ice breaker questions and the one-sided conversation, but I'm not loving it

29:22 oh so we're getting right into it aren't we

29:54 his eyes being open again makes this infinitely creepier

30:36 "where's your proof?" Miss Perumal doesnt fuck around!!!

31:29 you're telling me Constance has been there all day?? And Kate went to find her???? 🥺

31:58 oh so we're getting right to it then?? Kate addressing her independence and trust issues arc????

33:29 NEWS!!!!

33:49 CONSTANCE RIDING PIGGYBACK!!!!!!

34:04 okay, so they opened the murder hole, what are they gonna do now

34:59 Italian? 🤨 m'sir that is so fancy

34:59 fun story I learned Italian diction in college, so I know a little bit

35:16 "take your time" the whisperer says, immediately repeating the prompt to get the answer sooner

35:31 theeeeere it is

35:46 SOMETHING ABOUT THE WHISPERER SAYING "YOU ARE HOME" 😭😭😭 the show really played up the cult shit!!

36:02 Kate being protective of Constance 🥺

36:20 ohhh shit is it time for Connie girl to have double Reynie? Double Sticky?

36:36 STICKY

36:52 "what kind of nonsense?" HAVE THEY NOT ASKED THAT BEFORE THIS?????

37:14 "and your tiny brain can somehow pick it up!!" KATE STOP 😂😂😂

37:16 "I knew you had to be special in some way." WE DONT HAVE TIME TO UNPACK ALL OF THAT

37:51 she's right, this is disregard for their safety. The show made Mr. Benedict and his team a lot more back-alley and dishonest, and Miss Perumal has every reason to be pissed

38:30 oh good they finally remembered he has narcolepsy

39:38 and the best mom award goes to:

40:38 I was gonna say that this hallway is how I imagined the KEEP in riddle of ages but then I remembered that (spoilers) the Institute is the KEEP

40:46 oh, hello propoganda

41:10 that's the other person Rhonda couldn't contact, along with Mr. Bloom. This has to be the brainsweeping process

41:22 yeppppp

41:44 this dark doctor's office theme gives me horror movie vibes

42:22 ohhhh, so that's how they replaced that scene where the four of them jump in a crate to hide and Sticky drops his glasses in the open

42:47 and so we've come to the part of the story where Sticky and Reynie become infinitely more conflicted

42:47 and since we've reached that point..... can we have the white knight scene? Pretty please? Please Disney I'm begging you-

43:12 so Reynie just figured that out without Constance? :/

44:03 love the manipulation

44:31 I'm sorry, the farm?

44:35 farm and forest????

45:16 "the Emergency has served its purpose" 😳 well okay then murder man

45:39 "one thought, one purpose" the hive mind rises once more

45:48 LOVE THE MANIPULATION

46:07 "what have you done to earn anyone's trust?" VALID

46:26 "please do!" WHY AM I EMOTIONAL

47:06 "we still have the falcon" that you do 😂

47:19 AYYY HERE WE GO!!! Time for Milligan to stay on the island??

47:49 ohhhh Constance, casual telepath strikes again

48:16 "stop it, Kate!" OOOOHHHHH

48:53 that line ("it would be nice to be unburdened") would be funny as shit if not for the fact that Constance is a telepath unbeknownst to herself and can both subconsciously perceive people's thoughts and hear the subliminal messages

49:20 HI MRS. PERUMAL!!!

49:25 wow, she's really going through with it 😳 not that I doubted her, but still, that's dedication

49:39 OH SHIT

50:17 oh, so he's an asshole to SQ too. Got it. Torches and pitchforks? Ready to kick his ass?

50:40 "for the moment, anyway" FUCKIN WHAT

This episode was really good!!! They covered a LOT. I hope Miss Perumal comes back to the group and talks about her findings, I hope Milligan goes to get the kids and they tell him no, and I hope they get that classic 4-person Society brainstorming and binding time that hits that sweet spot

[lentils-writes]

Day 7: Werewolf AU

note: I did a ridiculous amount of research about whether or not dogs could eat beef jerky before realizing that it would be different for a wolf anyway and also it doesn’t matter it’s a fanfic I wrote in 5 hours but also don’t feed dogs beef jerky unless it’s low-sodium and minimal or no spices, or buy dog jerky. also you shouldn’t feed coyotes if you see them, and wolves and wolfdogs will chew the shit out of anything in reach. anyway, here’s some nonsense

Kara’s jogging in the park on a pretty quiet Friday night when she spots the dog hiding in the bushes.

She almost doesn’t see it, because she’s on a part of the path that’s between lamps, but the dog is light-colored and the full moon makes its fur stand out in the shadows.

Or...maybe it’s not a dog. She’s never had a dog, and she hasn’t spent much time with dogs since going over to her next-door neighbor’s house as a kid to play with their Great Dane. This one’s pretty skinny and sort of pale brownish-grey - it might be a coyote. It stares at her, not moving.

She rummages in her pocket for some of the beef jerky she carries on her runs. “Hey,” she calls, clicking her tongue. “Hi there.”

The dog pricks up its ears, but doesn’t move otherwise..

Kara tosses a bit of jerky toward the dog. It lands just outside the bushes. She clicks her tongue again. “You wanna come on out?”

The dog makes a noise, maybe a whine, and sniffs at the jerky before sticking its head out just enough to grab it.

Kara tosses another piece, closer to her, and backs up a few steps. After a minute or so, the dog steps forward just enough to grab the jerky before retreating back into the bushes.

She keeps doing that until, finally, she’s out of jerky and the dog is standing in the open, looking at her expectantly. “Sorry,” she says, “that’s all, buddy.”

Maybe it’s not a coyote after all. She’s seen them before, camping - they’ve always run away when they see her. But it’s not wearing a collar either, and it’s awfully thin. She snaps her fingers again and its ears prick up. “Do you belong to somebody?” she asks, careful to keep her voice higher than normal and happy-sounding. “Are you lost?”

The dog, of course, doesn’t answer, but it takes another step closer and tilts its head.

Kara shrugs. “You can follow me if you want, but I gotta get home.” She turns to start jogging away. After a minute, she glances back to see the dog trotting behind her, a good distance away but definitely following her.

By the time she gets back to her apartment, it’s late enough that the complex is quiet. She’s grateful her apartment door is accessible from the outside - no coaxing the dog into a lobby or elevator. She opens the door and leaves it open since the dog is a ways back, and after a minute the dog pads inside cautiously, exploring.

Kara puts some frozen chicken breasts in the microwave for a few minutes, then goes to watch the dog. The dog is chewing on one of her running sneakers, so she quickly diverts its attention by giving it one of her older sneakers instead. “Just a minute,” she says, “then I’ll have more food for you.”

She’s barely set the paper plate with the chicken on it down when the dog immediately hones in on it like it hasn’t eaten in days. She sets down a plastic bowl full of water nearby and then goes to move everything chewable and within reach out of the way.

By the time she’s done with that, the dog has climbed onto her couch and made itself at home. “Oh, I see,” Kara says with a laugh. “A couple pieces of chicken and now you own the place, huh?” She offers her hand cautiously, with the dog sniffs at and then play-bites a couple of times. She tries scratching behind its ears, but it seems not to like that. It doesn’t mind when she turns on the TV though.

Her apartment’s basically just an open room, but she puts towels and a couple of old pillows down in one corner as a makeshift bed. “Here you go, weirdo,” she says fondly. “I’ll call the vet in the morning and see if we can figure out where you come from.”

After checking one last time to make sure the dog can’t eat or chew on anything important, she heads to bed.

---

In the morning, she expects that maybe the dog will have chewed up a couch cushion or peed on the carpet. What she doesn’t expect is the naked woman curled up in the towel bed, snoring.

Kara just stares at her for a long time, unsure of what to do. Then the woman blinks awake and mutters, “Ah, shit.”

“Um,” Kara says, “can I...help you?”

“I’m sorry,” the woman says, sitting up and quickly trying to secure the towel around herself. “I was going to wake up early and sneak out before you got up.”

“You…” Kara blinks. “I’m not dreaming, am I?” The woman looks vaguely familiar, like she’s definitely seen her somewhere before, but she’s not sure why.

“If you are, we both are,” says the woman with a smirk. “Which would be better. Oh well. If you want, I can just go.”

“No, uh, I’d kind of like to know why you’re in my apartment.” Kara pauses. “You’re the dog, aren’t you?”

The woman snorts. “Wolf, but yes. I must’ve been hungry. I’ve never followed someone home before. Where are we?”

“About five minutes from the park? That’s where I found you. My complex is on 52nd Street.” Kara’s glad to have something concrete to talk about. It’s what’s keeping her brain from freaking out right now.

“Wait. Is this Pinecrest?”

Kara nods.

“Christ. That explains it.” The woman shakes her head and then adds, “We’re neighbors. I live in 14.”

“Oh,” says Kara, who’s suddenly realized that the naked woman in her living room is that pretty older woman from a few doors down. Kara hasn’t really talked to her - she’s pretty in that terrifying, could probably take your head off way - but she’s seen her around. “Well, “I’m in 11. I’m Kara.”

“Melinda,” sighs the woman. “I’m...this is going to take awhile to explain. Are you sure you don’t want me to just get out of here?”

“No,” says Kara. “Oh, do you want some clothes?”

“Please.” Melinda smirks. Kara ducks her head, embarrassed, and retreats to her bedroom.

---

“So you’re a werewolf.”

“Yup.” Melinda takes another sip of tea. “Apparently a stupid one, too.” When Kara tilts her head in confusion, Melinda continues, “I guess I came home with you because my wolf-brain associated the area with home, but wolves should be smarter than that.”

Kara shrugs. “It took you awhile to come out and take the jerky.”

“Stupid,” Melinda repeats. “Although, thank you for feeding me. It’s been a bad couple of days for hunting and I haven’t eaten much in wolf-form.”

“Sure,” says Kara, trying to sound nonchalant. “I’m happy to help.”

“And for your clothes,” Melinda adds with a chuckle. “I can’t imagine you often find naked women in your living room.”

“No, they’re usually in my bed,” replies Kara, and then immediately wants to die.

But Melinda chuckles again. “That’s probably better. Anyway. I’d prefer you didn’t tell anyone else, please. It’s embarrassing more than anything.”

Kara nods. “I won’t.”

“I feel like I owe you dinner or something,” adds Melinda. “I ate your food and slept over. Can I take you out tomorrow night?”

Kara feels her eyes get huge, but she tries to be cool and just say, “Yeah, that, that sounds nice. Thank you.”

“It’s the least I can do,” says Melinda with a small smile. “I was probably annoying.”

“No!” Kara protests. “You were cute. I mean...as a wolf, not that you’re not cute as- fuck.”

Melinda’s smile widens. “Thanks. So, come knock on my door tomorrow night at six and we’ll figure out where to go.”

Kara nods, probably too eagerly, but she doesn’t care. “Okay, yeah, sure!”

“I’ll get out of your hair now.” Melinda stands up and sets the mug on the coffee table. “You must be getting sick of me.”

“No, I’m…” Kara laughs and shakes her head. “I don’t mind.”

“Still. I stink, I need to shower. I’ll wash these clothes and get them back to you tomorrow night.” Melinda pauses, then adds, “I should give you my number too.”

Kara tries to act nonchalant as she pulls out her phone and programs in Melinda’s number. “Text me so I have yours too,” says Melinda.

“Okay,” says Kara, walking her to the door. Once she’s left, Kara considers if it’s insane to text her immediately and finally decides to wait about an hour.

hi! it’s Kara

Hi. Thanks again. I appreciate all your help.

it’s really nothing

You didn’t freak out or call the cops. That’s huge.

I was just trying to be nice

You’re nice. What kind of food do you like?

um most places… teriyaki Indian burgers pasta idk pretty much anything

Have you been to that new Indian place downtown?

no not yet

Let’s go there. My treat.

oh wow thank you!

Like I said, it’s the least I can do.

you said 6 pm?

Yep. It’s a date.

okay!

After that conversation, Kara does some frantic googling about werewolves and comes to the conclusion that she might be losing her mind, but at least she’s got a date with a gorgeous woman tomorrow night.